"No, no, no trouble at all," said Mrs. Weasley softly.
She looked at several people with probing eyes for a long time, then smiled a little sadly, straightened up and walked away.
No one spoke, Ivan, Harry, Ron, Hermione, and Elaine silently watched her waving her wand by the clothesline, and those wet clothes were automatically bought and hung in the air. At this moment, Mrs. Weasley's back looks so sad, it makes people feel sad
Perhaps affected by this inexplicably sad atmosphere, even Ron, who was very dissatisfied with his mother recently, didn't say anything this time.
In a heavy atmosphere, Harry's seventeenth birthday came.
In the early morning of that day, Ivan was awakened early, and Harry and Ron on the bed next to him had been talking in their dreams.
Ron yelled "no" from time to time, and laughed nastyly from time to time, as if he was having a strange dream.
Harry was even more worrisome because he kept saying "Grigorovich".
Grigovich, the wand maker, is as famous as Ollivander, one of the three major wand-making families in Europe.
Harry wasn't dreaming at all, he was connected to Voldemort's soul again, and Voldemort was looking for the secret of the Elder Wand.
Since the failed ambush, Voldemort's soul seems to have become more unstable, and his direct connection with Harry has become more frequent.
He himself didn't seem to notice this, which showed that Voldemort was gradually losing what little sanity and control he had left of his soul.
Aiwen was not sure whether the instability of Voldemort's soul was due to that evil magic or other reasons. He had a bad feeling that he seemed to be missing something, but he couldn't explain or understand. He lay on the camp bed and listened to the two After talking in sleep for a long time, his thoughts became more and more confused, and finally he sighed and opened his eyes.
The sun hadn't risen yet, and it was still dark in the house.
On the cabinet, Hedwig and the piglet buried their heads under the little wings and slept soundly, making cooing sounds.
Aiwen went to wake the two up, but the two didn't seem to figure out what was going on.
"I seem to be dreaming again!" Harry said, rubbing his scar, trying to recall what he had just seen in his dream, but he could only think of a stretch of mountains and the outline of a small village in a deep valley, "Voldemort Looking for a man, his name is Grigovich, who is Grigovich?"
"A well-known German wand maker." Ivan said.
"What did he ask him for?"
"Voldemort wants to find out the secret of the wand. The three major European wand makers, each of which is a pure-blood wizard family with a long history, each has many secrets. For thousands of years, these secrets have been passed down from generation to generation and have never been revealed by outsiders. As we all know, Voldemort probably wants to know the most precious part of these secrets, after all, his wand always has problems when it encounters you again." Ivan said, "Or, he wants to take the opportunity to gain stronger power, but these are actually not unimportant."
"Why is it not important?"
"Because his strength is already very strong, adding another powerful wand will not change anything, no amount of strength can cover up the fact that his soul is broken, and he may not be successful, Voldemort simply does not understand Wand, neither Ollivander nor Gregovich will tell him all the secrets, so we don’t have to worry.” Ivan said, “It’s you, Harry, you can’t continue to spy on his thoughts in your dreams Yes, this behavior is dangerous."
"I know, please, Ivan, don't tell Hermione!" Harry said weakly.
Ivan nodded noncommittally, turned his head and asked, "What about you, Ron, you've been talking in your sleep, what did you dream about?"
"Ah, I" Ron paused for a while, as if trying to remember, and then said in a low voice, "I seem to dream that I joined the Quidditch team, the Chudley Cannons, and I defended the Quidditch World Cup finals. All balls broke records, that's about it."
"Then you're laughing so weirdly, and you keep yelling no, I thought you were having some kind of nightmare."
"Really? Probably didn't want the Quaffle to come in. Well, it doesn't matter, does it? It's just a boring dream." Ron said, shaking his head. "It's Harry's seventeenth birthday today." Ah, happy birthday to you, Harry."
"Happy seventeenth birthday, Harry!" Ivan followed up.
"Thank you!" said Harry, laughing. "I forgot! I'm seventeen!"
He grabbed the wand next to the camp bed, pointed to the messy desk where he put the glasses, and said, "Glasses are flying!" It brought him great satisfaction. But it didn't last long: the glasses flew over and poked him in the eye.
"Ha ha!"
"That's not bad!"
For the next few minutes, Ivan and Ron were changing clothes, and Harry, still reveling in the joy of Twilight's disappearance, let his, Ivan's and Ron's things fly around the room, leaving Hedwig and Piggy Hedwig looked at him reproachfully, while the piglet flapped its wings excitedly in the cage.
In addition, Harry tried to magically tie the laces of his sneakers, and it took several minutes with his hands to untie the knot.
Then, just for fun, he changed Ron's orange robes from those Chudley Cannon posters to bright blue.
"You can stop, Harry, or I'm going to zip your trousers with my bare hands." Ron warned Harry, and Harry stopped quickly, and Ron giggled, "This is for you Just unwrap the present here, but don’t show it to my mother.”
"A book?" said Harry, taking the rectangular package. "It's a bit of a departure from tradition, isn't it?"
"This is no ordinary book," said Ron triumphantly. "It's solid gold: Twelve Ways to Win a Witch's way, explaining everything you need to know about girls. If I last year With this book, I will know how to get rid of Lavender, and I will also know how to approach the girl I like. Anyway, I have figured out a lot of knowledge from it. Read it, you will be surprised, and it is not You need to use a wand. By the way, Aiwen, you can also take a look."
"Sounds good, I hope it will be useful to Hermione, this is my gift, Harry." Ivan said, throwing the gift over.
"What is it?"
"A magic talisman, I made it myself, can resist the evil spirits or Voldemort's mental attack to a certain extent, I think it will be very important in the following battles." Ivan said, "Take it with you, Harry , it will buy you a few seconds, so you have time to cast the Patronus Charm or other magic."
"It's really good." Harry opened the package and looked at the stag-shaped talisman with delight.