"No, no, not at all...... Mrs. Weasley whispered.

She looked at the group for a long time with an inquiring gaze, then smiled a little sadly, straightened up and walked away.

No one spoke, and Evan, Harry, Ron, Hermione, and Elaine watched silently as she waved her wand at the clothesline, and the wet clothes automatically hung up in the air. At this moment, Mrs. Weasley's back looked so sad that it was heartbreaking......

Perhaps due to this inexplicable sad atmosphere, this time even Ron, who had been very dissatisfied with his mother recently, did not say anything more.

In a heavy atmosphere, Harry's seventeenth birthday arrived.

In the early hours of that morning, Evan was woken up early, and Harry and Ron in bed next to him had been talking in their sleep.

Ron sometimes shouted "no" and laughed ugly, as if he was having some strange dream.

Harry was more worried because he kept saying "Grigovich".

Grigovich, the wandmaker, is one of the three major wand-making families in Europe, along with Ollivanders.

Harry wasn't dreaming at all, he was connected to Voldemort's soul, and Voldemort was searching for the secrets of the Elder Wand.

Since the last failed ambush, Voldemort's soul seems to have become more precarious, and his direct contact with Harry has become more frequent.

He himself does not seem to notice this, suggesting that Voldemort is gradually losing what little reason he has left and control over his soul.

Evan wasn't sure if Voldemort's soul was unstable because of that evil magic or something else, he had a bad premonition, as if he was missing something, but he couldn't explain it clearly, he couldn't figure it out, he lay on the marching bed and listened to the two of them talk in their dreams for a long time, his thoughts became more and more confused, and finally he sighed and opened his eyes.

The sun had not yet risen, and it was still dark in the house.

On the cupboard, Hedwig and Piggy buried their heads under their little wings and slept soundly, making cooing sounds.

Evan went over to wake them up, and they didn't seem to figure out what was going on.

"I seem to be dreaming again!" said Harry, rubbing his scar as he tried to remember what he had seen in his dream, but he could only remember the outline of a rolling mountain and a small village in a deep canyon, "Voldemort is looking for someone, his name is Grigovich, who is Grigovich?"

"A well-known German wand-maker. Evan said.

"What is he looking for him to do?"

"Voldemort wants to find out the secrets of his wand, the three major wand makers in Europe, each of them is a pure-blood wizard family with a long history, each one has many secrets, for thousands of years, these secrets have been passed down from generation to generation, and have never been known to outsiders, Voldemort probably wants to know the most precious part of these secrets, after all, there is always a problem when his wand meets you again. "Or maybe he wants to take advantage of the opportunity to gain more power, but it doesn't really matter. ”

"Why doesn't it matter?"

"Because his strength is already very strong, adding a powerful wand will not change anything, no matter how strong his strength is, it will not be able to hide the fact that his soul is broken, and he will not necessarily be happy, Voldemort does not understand wands at all, neither Ollivander nor Grigovich will tell him all the secrets, so we don't have to worry. "But you, Harry, you can't continue to spy on his mind in your dreams, it's dangerous. ”

"I know, all right, Aven, don't tell Hermione!" Harry said weakly.

Evan nodded noncommittally, turned his head and asked, "And what about you, Ron, you've been talking in your dreams too, what have you dreamed about?"

"Ah, I'm ......," Ron paused for a moment, as if trying to remember, and then said in a low voice, "I seem to have dreamed that I joined the Quidditch team, the Chadri Artillery team, and I broke the record by keeping all the balls in the Quiddy World Cup final, and that's about it." ”

"Then you're laughing weirdly, and you've been yelling no, I thought you had some nightmare. ”

"yes, probably because you don't want the Devil Ball to get in. Well, it doesn't matter, is it? It's just a boring dream. Ron shook his head and said, "It's Harry's seventeenth birthday, happy birthday to you, Harry." ”

"Happy seventeenth birthday, Harry!" Evan followed.

"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 was placing his glasses, and said, "The glasses are flying!" Even though the glasses were only a foot away from him, watching them whizz towards him brought him great satisfaction. But it didn't last long: the glasses flew over and poked him in the eye.

"Haha!"

"That's not bad!"

For the next few minutes, Evan and Ron were changing, and Harry was still intoxicated with the joy of the disappearing traces, and he let himself, Evan and Ron's things fly around the room, leaving Hedwig and Piglet's cage floating in midair, Hedwig looking at him reproachfully, and Piggy flapping his wings excitedly in the cage.

On top of that, Harry tried to magically tie the shoelaces of his touring shoes, and it took him several minutes to untie the knot.

Then, purely for fun, he turned the orange jerseys on Ron's Chadry artillery posters into bright blue.

"Stop, Harry, or I'll be empty-handed with your pants zippered. Ron warned Harry, who quickly stopped, and Ron giggled from the sidelines, "This is a gift for you, just open it here, but you can't show it to my mother." ”

"A book?" Harry said, taking the rectangular package, "a bit of a farewell to tradition, isn't it?"

"This is no ordinary book. Ron smugly, "It's a lot of gold: "Twelve Ways to Beat Witches" explains everything you need to know about girls. If I had this book last year, I would have known how to get rid of Lavender, and I would have known how to approach the girls I liked, and I figured out a lot from it anyway. Check it out, you'll be amazed, and you don't need to use a wand. By the way, Aven, you can also take a look. ”

"Sounds good, I hope it will be useful to Hermione, it's my gift, Harry. Evan said, tossing the gift over.

"What is it?"

"A magic amulet, I made myself, can resist the spirit attacks of the evil god or Voldemort to a certain extent, and I think this will be important in the battle later. Evan said, "Take it with you, Harry, and it will buy you a few seconds so you have time to use the Patronus Charm or some other magic." ”

"It's been fantastic. Harry unpacked it and looked at the stag-shaped amulet with delight.