Harry was treated like royalty every day, with Conti handling everything he arranged so perfectly that he truly felt he had nothing to worry about.
In a daze, Harry almost had the illusion that he was already retired, and his life was undeniably comfortable.
However, returning to his original world truly was no different from retirement.
Harry had once stumbled into another magical world, where he had lived a precarious existence under the persecution of the Church.
After growing up, he led the wizards in a battle of wits and courage against the Church, researched magical gunpowder, and ultimately died and returned to his original world on the eve of the wizards founding their own nation.
Perhaps fate had taken pity on his hardships and allowed him to retire early.
Then Conti placed a document in front of him.
Harry paused, somewhat puzzled. "What's this?"
"Um…" Conti hesitated, then glanced discreetly at the scar on Harry's forehead. "This is information Agatha gathered about the British Savior."
"It seems to have some connection to you, and I felt it necessary to report it."
Harry raised an eyebrow, showing rare interest, and picked up the document to read.
The British Savior, the Boy Who Lived, Harry Potter.
Harry blinked.
A namesake?
Harry blinked again and continued reading.
The Savior, Harry Potter, son of James Potter and Lily Evans, who changed her name to Lily Potter after marrying James Potter.
Evans…
Harry's hand suddenly tightened, wrinkling the thin document paper.
He vaguely remembered that Aunt Petunia's original name was Petunia Evans, and his mother was her sister.
The smile vanished from Harry's face.
During the Dark Lord's peak, a prophecy about the Savior and the Dark Lord emerged.
The prophecy claimed that a child with the power to defeat the Dark Lord would be born as July ended, and that only one of them could survive.
This child was ultimately identified as Harry Potter.
The Dark Lord, intending to personally kill his future rival, murdered the Potter family and died when he cast the Killing Curse at Harry.
That fatal curse did not kill Harry Potter, but left a lightning-bolt scar on his forehead.
This boy was fervently hailed as the Savior by the British magical world.
Harry's expression was grim.
Conti held his breath, focused intently, and cautiously spoke. "Master, this is only the intelligence Agatha could gather. More details would require questioning and confirming with those who participated in the war back then."
"But all the wizards who know the details are unwilling to speak about that time; they are remaining silent. We are discussing whether we need to use more aggressive means to make them talk."
Such as Veritaserum, or the Imperius Curse.
"Hah." Harry pressed his lips together, a cold laugh escaping the corner of his mouth. "Absolutely absurd."
"A baby, killing the Dark Lord, and being the Savior?" Harry, rarely losing control of his emotions, slammed the document to the ground in fury.
Rather than believing a baby killed Voldemort, Harry was more inclined to believe that his mother, Lily Potter, had killed Voldemort to protect him, at the cost of her own life, to ensure his survival.
"These useless wizards, did they use all their magic as food for dogs?"
Harry was incensed. "Setting aside the pitifully few who resisted, they actually pinned their hopes on a baby!"
"Useless bunch!"
Conti kept his head bowed, standing silently at a distance, taking the opportunity to quietly edge further away while Harry raged, hoping Harry's fury wouldn't turn on him.
Harry was nearly driven to a magical outburst by this pathetic intelligence, and the thought that his parents were likely casualties of this war only fueled his anger.
But after his anger passed, Harry quickly calmed down.
There were still many dubious points in the intelligence he had received.
The intelligence mentioned that Harry Potter was sent to his aunt's home by Dumbledore, who claimed he would live like a prince, but the reality was the opposite.
If Harry hadn't suddenly become so fragile that a single slap made him cough up blood, the Dursleys probably would have treated him as their servant.
Harry could roughly guess what was going through Dumbledore's mind.
Voldemort's power had reached its zenith, and his personal strength was immense. Whether Dumbledore had doubts about the baby who supposedly killed him was still a question.
After all, what was it that killed the Dark Lord: a savior, or a Dark Lord even more powerful?
Given Dumbledore's apparent concerns, Harry instinctively felt that his motives weren't simply about protecting the Savior; there must be other reasons involved.
He made annotations.
On the other hand, Voldemort personally going after a baby seemed utterly foolish.
Harry even suspected that the Dark Lord might have been replaced. Otherwise, how could a leader who consolidated power in the magical world behave like this?
A grown man, killing a baby, discarding all dignity, and even being foolish enough to believe in a ridiculous prophecy; it hardly seemed like the mark of a clever leader.
And also…
Harry noticed, from a corner of the document, a news report from back then.
Sirius Black and Peter Pettigrew.
The mad Black, pursuing Pettigrew for his master, had blown up thirteen Muggles, and Pettigrew was supposedly blown to pieces, leaving only a finger.
Harry almost laughed.
Anyone experienced with explosives knew that if an explosion was powerful enough to obliterate a person, it wouldn't leave a body part behind unless there was sufficient cover or a specific angle.
But the problem was, the attack happened on a street, and the thirteen Muggles mentioned in the report still had remains. How could one wizard be blown to smithereens?
Well, not entirely to smithereens; there was still a bit left.
In Harry's view, this was simply a joke in the field of explosives.
The true circumstances were questionable.
He casually drew a line under this piece of information.
And the scar on his forehead… He hadn't thought much of it before, but now knowing it was a byproduct of the Killing Curse, it struck him as odd.
Added to that was the fact that this scar had existed for years without showing any sign of healing…
Harry decided to examine it properly when he had the chance, to figure out exactly what was going on with that scar.
But there was no need for others to know about that.
After finishing, Harry tossed the document back to Conti. "For now, avoid aggressive means. There are few wizards, and arresting people could easily involve relatives and connections. Temporarily conduct investigations covertly based on my annotations."
"But there's no need to rush too much." Harry thought for a moment, then gave a cold, sarcastic laugh. "How can the Savior remain among Muggles forever? I'll inevitably be taken into the magical world eventually. Some truths can't stay hidden from me forever."
"Yes." Conti took the document and acknowledged respectfully.
Harry was silent for a moment, then suddenly spoke. "Conti, do you think it was the Savior who killed the Dark Lord, or the next Dark Lord?"
Come to think of it, when he was leading the wizards against the Church, wasn't he also, in a sense, a kind of savior?
Conti said respectfully, "I believe it was neither the Savior nor the next Dark Lord."
Whoever you want it to be is who it is. Those people can say whatever they like; all they can do is talk. Can they really change anything?
"Where your will points, our swords shall follow."
Harry paused, then brightened. "You're right!"
He recalled another matter. "Oh, right, go find Hubert and pick out a project that isn't too critical. I need to make a trip home."
"Yes."
Apart from the mafia organization handling violence, Harry's Silver Sun Group, generously sponsored by Conti himself, was also growing rapidly, quickly making a name in the economic sector.
The few technicians Harry had recruited had been working obsessively on their research ever since being introduced to magic, showing signs of evolving into science fanatics.
Some of the byproducts from their experiments were quite novel when brought to market and played a significant role in the group's efforts to capture market share.
Harry intended to give his aunt and uncle some money and also ask about his parents' true situation.
Aunt Petunia had always claimed the Potters died in a car accident, and since Harry had never heard the Dursleys mention magic, he had always assumed his own magic was a mutation resulting from two ordinary Muggles having a child.
But after seeing this intelligence today, Harry suddenly realized that it wasn't a mutation at all, but a hereditary trait.
---