Harry woke up from his sleep, panting heavily, as if he had been running just now, he pressed his hands tightly to his face, and under his fingers, the lightning-shaped scar was burning hot , as if someone had just pressed a white-hot wire against his skin.
He sat up, covering his scar with one hand, and fumbling with the other in the dark for his glasses on the bedside table. He put on his glasses, and the scene in the bedroom gradually became clearer. The light from the street lamp outside the window passed through the curtains, covering the bedroom with a hazy orange-red soft light.
It could be seen that he might have had a nightmare and saw something else.
During this vacation, this was not the first time, he often woke up from his sleep, he was sure he saw it, but he couldn't believe it.
With one hand, he fumbled to get his own glasses from the bedside table, and then put them on. The blurred scenery in front of him gradually became clear in his eye sockets.
The light from the street lamp outside the window penetrated the curtains, casting a hazy orange-red soft light on the bedroom.
Harry ran his fingers over the scar again, it still hurt badly. He turned on the lamp beside him, got out of bed, walked across the room, opened the wardrobe, and looked at the mirror on the inside of the cabinet door. A thin fourteen-year-old boy looked at him in the mirror, with green, bewildered eyes beneath tousled black hair. Harry looked more closely at the scar on his forehead in the mirror. There was nothing unusual about it, but it still hurt terribly.
He tried desperately to recall the scene in his dream, even if it was just something he dreamed just now, Harry found that he couldn't grasp any key points at all.
There were two men, both of whom he recognized, Peter Pettigrew and Voldemort.
Harry knew from what the former called the latter.
Harry felt as if a piece of ice had just been taken out of the freezer stuffed into his stomach, and fear gripped his heart.
In the desolate courtyard of these two men, the night was cool. Harry wanted to hear what they said, but found that he didn't remember much. The only thing that impressed him was Peter Pettigrew's flattering tone and panicked appearance. .
Make him nauseous.
He hoped it was a dream, but it was so real.
Shaking his head, Harry sneaked to the toilet, turned on the tap, and washed his face to calm himself down.
He cautiously groped back into his room to avoid waking up some of his relatives, but Dudley was snoring loudly upstairs, which was unnecessary worry.
Back in his room, with the neon light outside the window, Harry stared blankly at the photo on the bedside table, which was hanging in a frame, and several boys in the photo were looking at him with smiles on their faces.
It wasn't what Hagrid brought him two years ago, it was his godfather who dug it out of the house and gave it to him.
"Fortunately, my parents didn't destroy it." When Sirius handed the photo to Harry, he said happily that all the decorations in his room were spelled by him himself, not by his own words, even if If it was Dumbledore, it might take a lot of effort to get these photos down.
Sirius knew that Harry wanted to know more about his parents, so Sirius chose to send him the photo.
Harry is very confused now, he doesn't know what to do in the face of the pain on his head, should he ask his friend or godfather for help.
Hermione would surely recommend that he seek help from Professor Dumbledore, or find a thick tome and tell him what magical injury he might have, or suggest that he go to St. Mungo's Hospital .
And Ron would probably become nervous too, and he might tell Mrs. Weasley the news immediately, and then the Weasley family would know that he had a headache.
Maybe George and Fred will give him some "special" snacks because of it.
And what about Sirius? Harry thought it would be a great place to ask for advice.
Harry missed him more and more.
His friends and his exonerated godfather had been by his side not so long ago, when he was absolutely convinced that this vacation would be the best summer he'd ever had.
A letter suddenly appeared in his hand by owl delivery.
"Harry, maybe you are a little hard to accept, but I have to tell you that you need to go back to your uncle's house immediately, and I can't explain the reason to you for the time being, but I hope you can listen to me. It's for your safety." The handwriting was left by someone he knew very well.
Albus Dumbledore's name is written in cursive letters at the end of the letter and on the cover of the envelope.
Had it not been for the last sentence, when Dumbledore added that he would still be able to go to the Quidditch World Cup, Harry would have felt like breaking down.
Even though he was reluctant, facing Dumbledore's letter, Harry still chose to follow it, so the four of them parted ways and agreed to reunite after the Quidditch World Cup started.
Harry walked to the window, staring at the heavy dark blue sky outside the window, suddenly saw a black spot appearing in the distance, and then the black spot gradually became bigger in his line of sight, from far to near, and finally reached the black spot in front of him window.
Harry saw clearly at this time, this is an owl, the one that Sirius gave Ron in Hogsmeade at that time, Ron hadn't named the owl at that time, so Harry didn't know How to call it.
"Come in." Harry hurriedly opened the window to let the owl in. It should be cold outside at this time.
Hedwig was in the cage, with her eyes wide open, staring straight at this same kind, but her eyes didn't look very friendly.
"This is Ron's owl, his new pet." Harry whispered to Hedwig, as if introducing, and took a letter from the owl's claw.
"Harry, are you doing well? I thought we could spend the whole vacation together, but I really didn't expect that your relatives shouldn't make things difficult for you after you go home, right?" The slightly yellowed It says so on the parchment.
"I'm fine," Harry said softly, even though Ron wasn't around.
Compared with any weird magic, the effect brought by the murderer is more deterrent. At least this family is still in awe of the criminal who flouts the law.
After he came back, Harry still heard his uncle asking at the dinner table from time to time whether he should call the police and catch the murderer.
Of course, Harry had to hold back his laughter when he heard this, or he might be punished again.
Azkaban couldn't lock his godfather, how could a Muggle prison imprison him
Of course, it was most likely that the police would never even see his face.
Harry's eyes continued to move down, and Ron's letter continued: "Professor Dumbledore's letter was indeed a disappointment, but fortunately we will meet again soon, and the Quidditch World Cup is coming soon. It's started! My parents have been talking about you, Harry, by the way, and George and Fred, they have invented some weird things, waiting for you to experiment, um, of course, I will Warn them, tell them to restrain themselves. Also, it is said that when you came home, the Ministry of Magic made some moves again. For example, they announced that they were going to fire a lot of old employees, which scared my dad Everyone is worried about this, and I don’t know what he is worried about, who else is willing to do those dirty jobs besides him?”
Even these trivial things, Harry watched with relish, and he could imagine Mrs. Weasley's expression at that time.
"It turned out to be a false alarm. It seems that only a few idlers who made mistakes often were fired." Harry saw this and heaved a sigh of relief.
"I also heard that Malfoy's father donated a large sum of money to St. Mungo's Hospital for Magic and Magic. , Malfoy's father just entered the Ministry of Magic, and he needs to stabilize his position more."
Seeing this, Harry remembered the unpleasant things that happened in Sirius' ancestral house before.
Most of all, of course, he had driven Lupine away, which was unforgivable to him.
"By the way, my dad also got some of the best tickets from the Department of Magical Sports and Sports, and Sirius must have accepted the invitation, so we can go to the game together."
Just after Harry read the letter, he felt a little hungry. He bent down and took out a large box from under his wooden bed.
This is the food that Sirius gave him.
Dudley had been on a diet all this holiday, because he was so fat, and perhaps out of consideration for Dudley's mood, his own food had been restricted.
Of course, there should be very few times when you can eat enough.
As long as he survived for a few more days, he could leave this ghost place.
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After the love potion incident that day, Malfoy's punishment for Pansy was finally ignored, perhaps because he felt that Pansy's encounter with such a thing at that time was considered the greatest punishment.
"You just pretend that all of this never happened, do you hear me, Draco?" Pansy said blushing immediately after she drank a glass of brown sugar water and recovered a little strength after lying on the bed.
"In my opinion, this is a sign of maturity. Although she is still a young girl in her heart, at least she has begun to develop physically." Malfoy explained a topic that made Pansy almost go crazy with shame in a flat tone.
At this time, Malfoy didn't know what to say. He originally planned to punish her in a way so that her memory would be long, but now there were no feasible conditions.
"It's like you're not the same age as me." Pan Xi thought unhappily, but still put on a pitiful look on his face.
"I'm sure I won't be able to marry in the future." She said with tears in her eyes, "So you have to be responsible, Draco." She lowered her head and covered her face with her hands, but there was still a slight gap between her fingers. One eye opened secretly, looking at Malfoy's reaction.
However, Malfoy still had that unsalty expression. He didn't respond to Pansy's question, and instead said, "You take a good rest here, when will you be better, and when will you be discussing your whimsical ideas."
Then he walked out of the room, ignoring Pansy's pitiful eyes.
"Headache." Malfoy closed the door with a "click", leaned his back against it, and sighed softly.
Who can predict the love of youth? If so many things hadn't happened back then, Pan Xi would still be a carefree and unruly young lady now.
Well, it is now, but it should be cuter.
When I accommodated her back then, I just wanted to leave some more changes in this world and change the people, things, and things around me.
Let yourself try not to lose your way, know what you should do, and what is worth protecting, so you choose to influence her in a subtle way.
Malfoy also knew that Pansy was working hard in her own way, and she now understood what was right and what was wrong.
But feelings, but they just can't talk about right or wrong.
He wasn't that dull, not just the love potion this time, he had already known Pansy's mood earlier, she always showed it clearly, but he always turned a blind eye.
Because he feels that this is just a vague love for the opposite sex when he was young. When he gets older, he may not be so focused. If his mental age is consistent with his physical age, he may still be intoxicated in this atmosphere. Play some couple games with Pansy.
But he is not, he is a time traveler, and his mentality is that of an adult, and the previous indulgence to her was more like tolerance to a younger sister, rather than pampering like a lover.
Moreover, it is impossible for Pan Xi to keep up with the path he is going to take. Rather, the less she has to do with him, the safer she will be in the future.
Voldemort would use those close to him to intimidate others, even his own.
This is also the reason why Malfoy chose to treat Hermione indifferently. At that time, the first-year candy store should have been in a daze for a while, so he made such an impulsive behavior.
But the giant monster that followed made him realize that everything he did would have an irreversible impact on the world, to the point that it might hurt innocent people around him
"Maybe I just don't like to see girls cry." Malfoy shook his head, feeling a little bitter in his heart: "Although I did cry a lot later."
He himself quickly understood that this was not beneficial to both parties, so Malfoy decisively used that excuse that was not an excuse to cut off contact with Hermione.
Between friends, there is mutual understanding, just because of that kind of anger-like reason, it is too absurd, the only explanation, this is his active behavior.
After an unknown amount of time, Malfoy's eyes regained firmness and clarity.
With a "creak", the door was opened again, and Malfoy saw Pansy who had sneaked out of bed and was lying back in a panic.
"I just got up to have a look," Pansy explained hastily.
"Let's have a good talk, Pansy." Malfoy ignored Pansy's perfunctory apology, but stared at her intently, and said deeply. Announcement: This site recommends a free novel app, bid farewell to all advertisements. Please follow the WeChat official account to enter the download and installation: appxsyd (press and hold for three seconds to copy)