Hogwarts: The Cat Wizard of the Moving Castle.

"Do you hate me that much?"

Suddenly, another voice appeared.

It was himself, but in Gryffindor robes, looking silly and incredibly weak.

The clothes he wore were not exquisite, and he looked foolish, as if he had never been disturbed by knowledge.

However, the lightning scar on his forehead was bright purple.

"Do you hate me so much?" He said, "You are tired of the name of the savior, right?

But you have obviously benefited from so many things, yet you have always rejected this title. Why?"

"When did I ever take advantage of you?" Harry now understood what was going on.

He stared at the Gryffindor Harry calmly and sharply.

"When did I wear this robe?" he sneered.

"You should have." Harry from Gryffindor said, "Who would recognize you without the title of savior?"

"I don't want this damn name." Harry said firmly.

"Is that so?" Gryffindor Harry smiled teasingly.

Harry wanted to punch that smile. In his opinion, that smile was even more treacherous than Draco's smile, which made him infuriated.

"If Voldemort hadn't killed Mom and Dad, if I hadn't come to the Dursleys, would you have met Moon?" he asked.

Harry froze.

His mind started spinning wildly, but he had no idea how to answer this question.

"You can't answer that." Gryffindor Harry smiled.

"Let me think, what would you be without Mu En?" He began to pace slowly: "You would become an ordinary person with hatred in your heart?!"

"No, no, no!" Voldemort directly denied his words.

"If he inherits a little bit of my talent, he will be a smarter guy, but that's about it."

"Your proud knowledge comes from me." Mu En's voice rang out.

"Your talent comes from me. Don't talk about hard work. Hard work is the least valuable thing in this world," said Riddle.

"Without these, you are just an ordinary person." Gryffindor Harry walked closer to him: "A kid who can only rage helplessly.

You can't even compete in the Triwizard Tournament."

"Not necessarily." Riddle sneered: "What if someone wants him to participate because he is Mr. Savior?"

"So it's all because of me." Gryffindor Harry spread his hands and smiled with satisfaction.

Harry sat down cross-legged, his lips tightly pursed.

"There's no use running away." Riddle stepped forward.

"We have been in your heart for a long time." Mu En said immediately.

Harry from Gryffindor smiled. "Everything you have is just a coincidence, luck, and the chance that even a pig can fly."

"You can't try to use your powerful strength to make us disappear like you did just now."

“I am the problem.”

"I am your nightmare."

As he spoke, Gryffindor's Harry's face gradually distorted and he stretched out his hand.

"Look up, with your weak nature and timid heart, lift your head up - face me!!"

"Calm down, calm down," Harry muttered in his heart, but he said the words directly.

Riddle laughed. "Where do you think you are? Outside?"

"Face me, you coward."

And Mu En just sighed again.

This sigh was like a heavy stone, pressing Harry down.

It seemed as if he was saying that everything he gave Harry now might as well be fed to a dog.

"That's not the case," said Harry.

"What's the difference?" Riddle asked.

Harry from Gryffindor followed closely: "That's strange, why don't you hate them?"

"Do you remember Rita's attitude towards you the past two days? If she wasn't afraid of Mu En, would she be like that? Would she care about you?"

"Every time Sirius looks at you, do you feel that he is looking at you? He is just looking at your father."

"They say you look like your dad, but you have mom's eyes," Riddle said.

Harry from Gryffindor spread his hands aside: "Aha, this explains why Snape hates 'me' so much, right?"

Harry's body began to tremble uncontrollably.

Because he found that he couldn't refute a single question.

They were right, these were questions that lay deep within him.

"You are such an arrogant fellow." Harry from Gryffindor kicked him and said, "Don't think you can hide your arrogance just because you hide it well."

"Same as me, actually." Riddle said in a very proud tone.

"I guess in my heart, looking at other students, I'm thinking, these are all garbage."

"I never thought of it that way," said Harry.

"No?" said Harry from Gryffindor. "You said once - 'I'm only proud of what I've earned.' That's what you said, wasn't it?"

"That's right." Harry nodded.

"Now that you have achieved something that others cannot even begin to achieve, how can you not be arrogant?"

"Are you really not arrogant when you look at Ron?"

"Are you really not arrogant when you look at those children who call you 'Your Excellency'?"

"When you see those people who unconsciously make way for you when you pass through the corridor, don't you feel secretly happy in your heart?"

Harry opened his mouth, but was completely unable to refute.

The other him is still firing on all cylinders.

"Like I said, you're a hypocrite," said Harry from Gryffindor.

"You said you don't want the title of 'savior'.

But the power that you are so proud of essentially comes from Moon's extra efforts and Riddle's talent bonus.

Essentially, there is no difference between you and eleven-year-old Draco.

Even Draco is better than you now, at least he is not so hypocritical."

Gradually, Harry fell silent.

Draco. Yeah, at least he

Harry's thoughts suddenly went back to the scene in his dormitory when he was eleven years old.

"What is bullying?" Draco looked at himself who had just overthrown the entire grade.

I answered the idiot angrily: "It's bullying! Am I bullying them?"

Draco's eyes widened. "What nonsense are you talking about? Bullying... Do you know that you have overthrown the entire lower grade? And it is bullying when adults hit children, and it is bullying when the strong hit the weak..."

“I think they are all quite weak.”

Then, Draco said that he hated him very much.

"Hate you?" I looked at him puzzledly at that time: "Why do you think I would...hate you?"

"Arrogant guy!!" Draco said with disgust at the time.

Harry smiled a little as the memory faded.

"It seems that you are right." He said lightly.

"What do you mean?" Gryffindor Harry looked at him.

"I'm a really arrogant guy," said Harry.

"And you're right. I think I shouldn't resist the title of 'savior'.

On the contrary, I think I should accept you."

Gryffindor's Harry took a step back, disgust showing on his face: "Why do you do that? Do you really think you are the savior? This belongs to James and Lily!"

"Yes!" Harry answered firmly, "This is what my parents left behind.

But for me, what's in it is - their love!"

"Love is bullshit, there is no such thing as love." Riddle roared, "Love is the most useless thing!"

"Maybe." Harry was not annoyed at all: "But if you ask me, love is still very useful."

As he spoke, he looked at the three people in front of him, himself, Riddle, and Uncle Moon from Gryffindor.

He turned his attention to himself first and spoke slowly.

"I am the savior. Since that night, I have attracted the attention of the wizarding world. I admit it."

"You admit it?"

"Yes." Harry nodded: "Whether it is good or bad, I accept it. I also accept the influence that this name brings to me."

This was a thought that had never occurred to him when he was eleven years old.

He glanced at the three of them gently.

“I’m an arrogant guy,” he said.

"You have no right to be arrogant!" Harry from Gryffindor became increasingly hysterical.

"You only rely on Moon and Riddle. What qualifications do you have to be arrogant?"

Harry smiled at his hysterical self and said slowly: "Can you change this?

Just like you can’t change the fact that we lost our parents and became the savior that everyone is looking at, right?”

Harry's words were gentle and calm: "I have to face this reality calmly.

I calmly face the title of "savior" that my parents earned for me with their lives, and I calmly accept their death.

Uncle Muen is the most powerful wizard in the world, and it is an established fact that I have his teachings.

It is an established fact that I possess Riddle's gift, and without it I would not be able to drive the basilisk.

These are -- established facts."

As he spoke, he raised his hand and pointed to the sky.

"Your questioning just now is very correct. In the past, I would have denied these things and thought they were something other than 'me'.

But I won’t deny it anymore.

Because I know that these past events and experiences have made me who I am today.

constitutes—Harry Potter!"

As he spoke, his figure gradually floated up, looking down at the nightmares that belonged to him.

However, his eyes were still calm and gentle.

"I should be first. I should be ahead of my peers. I should want to kill Voldemort!

Because I have resources that are beyond ordinary people, this is a fact.

On the contrary, if you just blend in with the crowd, that is wrong and you should be ashamed of yourself! "

As he spoke, violent fluctuations of magical power appeared around him, and his eyes seemed to be burning with flames.

“I am an arrogant person, but this arrogance is not directed at others, but only at myself!

When facing anyone, whether strong or weak.

I don’t dare and won’t show arrogance, because I know why I am where I am today.”

Harry and Riddle of Gryffindor, and even Moon in Harry's heart, their expressions gradually began to distort.

"You don't deserve it. What right do you have?! Nonsense! Nonsense!"

Facing the increasingly hysterical beings, Harry remained calm and spoke slowly:

“But, face yourself!

Facing myself, who was saved by my parents at the cost of their lives, who has the guidance of Uncle Moon, and who possesses the talents brought by Riddle's soul.