Harry awoke from his sleep, snorting and panting, as if he had been running, pressing his hands tightly to his face, and under his fingers, the lightning-shaped scar ached fiercely, as if someone had just pressed a white-hot wire against his skin. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

He sat up, one hand covering his scar, the other fumbling in the darkness for his glasses on the bedside table. He put on his glasses, and the scene in the bedroom slowly became clearer, and the light from the street lamp outside the window shrouded the bedroom in a hazy orange-red soft light through the curtains.

It could be seen that he might have had a nightmare and saw something else.

This was not the first time during this holiday that he often woke up from his sleep, convinced that he had seen it, but could not believe it.

One of his hands fumbled his way from the bedside table to get his glasses, and he put them on, the blurred view in front of him becoming clearer in his eyes.

The light of the street lamp outside the window shines through the curtains, casting a hazy orange-red soft light over the bedroom.

Harry ran his fingers over the scar again, still in terrible pain. He turned on the lamp beside him, rolled over and got out of bed, walked through the room, opened the closet, and looked into the mirror on the inside of the cabinet door. In the mirror, a skinny fourteen-year-old boy was looking at him, a pair of green, bewildered eyes beneath his unkempt black hair. Harry looked more closely at the scar on his forehead in the mirror, and couldn't see anything unusual, but it still hurt.

He desperately remembered the scene in his dream, even if it was just something he had just dreamed of, but Harry found that he couldn't grasp anything crucial.

There were two men, both of whom he recognized, one was Peter Pettigrew and the other was Voldemort.

Harry knew by the former's address to the latter.

Harry felt like his stomach was stuffed with a piece of ice that had just been taken out of the fridge, and fear gripped his heart.

The two men were in the desolate courtyard, the night was cool, and Harry tried to hear what they were saying, but found that he didn't remember much, and the only thing that impressed him was Peter Pettigrew's flattering tone and panicked look.

Makes him gag.

He wished it was a dream, but it was also real.

Shaking his head, Harry snuck his head to the bathroom, turned on the faucet, washed his face, and calmed himself down.

He cautiously groped his way back into his room, avoiding waking his relatives, but Dudley's snoring was loud upstairs, which was an unnecessary concern.

Back in his room, Harry stared blankly at the photo on the bedside table, hanging in a frame, by the neon light outside the window, and the boys in the photo were looking at him with smiles on their faces.

It wasn't brought to him by Hagrid two years ago, it was given to him by his godfather who had turned it out of the mansion.

"Thankfully, my parents didn't destroy it. Sirius was glad to have given the pictures to Harry that he had cast a spell on all the decorations in his room, not him, and that even Dumbledore might have had to work hard to get them down.

Sirius knew that Harry wanted to learn more about his parents, so Sirius chose to give him the photos.

Harry was now confused, not knowing what to do with the pain in his head, whether to turn to his friend or godfather.

Hermione would have advised him to seek help from Professor Dumbledore, either to find a thick tome telling him what kind of magical injury he might have, or to suggest that he go to St. Mungo's Hospital.

And Ron is expected to get nervous and probably tell Mrs. Weasley the news right away, and then the Weasleys will know that he has a headache.

Maybe George and Fred will give him some "special" snacks because of this.

And Sirius? Harry thought it was a good place to ask for advice.

Harry missed him more and more.

His friends and the cleared godfather were by his side not long ago, and he was so determined that this holiday would be the most enjoyable summer vacation he had.

A letter suddenly appeared in his hand through the delivery of an owl.

"Harry, you may find it difficult to accept, but I must tell you that you need to go back to your uncle's house immediately, for reasons I can't go into detail with you for the time being, but I hope you will listen to me, for your safety. "The handwriting was left by someone he knew very well.

At the end of the letter and on the cover of the envelope, the name of Albus Dumbledore is written in floral letters.

If it weren't for the last sentence, Dumbledore added that he would still be able to watch the Quidditch World Cup, and Harry felt like he was going to collapse.

Even if he was reluctant, Harry chose to follow Dumbledore's letter, and just like that, the four of them parted ways, agreeing to reunite after the Quidditch World Cup.

Harry walked to the window, staring out at the deep blue sky, when he suddenly saw a black dot appear in the distance, and then the black dot grew larger in his vision, from far to near, and finally to the window in front of him.

Harry could see clearly that it was an owl, the one Sirius had given to Ron at Hogsmeade at that time, and Ron hadn't named the owl yet, so Harry didn't know what to call it.

"Come on in. Harry quickly opened the window and let the owl in, it should be cold outside.

Hedwig was in the cage, her eyes wide open, looking directly at the same kind, but her eyes didn't seem very friendly.

"This is Ron's owl, his new pet. Harry whispered to Hedwig, as if to introduce, and took a letter from the owl's talons.

"Harry, how are you doing? I thought we could spend the whole holiday together, but I didn't expect your relatives to be embarrassed when you got home, right?" said the slightly yellowed parchment.

"I'm fine. Harry whispered, even though Ron wasn't around.

Compared to some weird magic, the effect of a murderer is more deterrent, at least the family is still in awe of the criminals who flout the law.

After he returned, Harry still heard his uncle-in-law at the dinner table from time to time saying that 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 even keep his godfather, so how could a Muggle prison imprison him?

Most likely, of course, the police will not even see his face.

Harry's gaze continued to wander as Ron's letter continued, "Professor Dumbledore's letter was a disappointment, but luckily we'll be able to meet again soon, and the Quidditch World Cup is about to begin!" My mom and dad have been talking about you, Harry, and by the way, George and Fred, they're inventing weird things, waiting for you to experiment, well, of course, I'm going to warn them, let them restrain themselves, and also, supposedly, while you're coming home, the Ministry of Magic has made some moves, like they're going to fire a lot of old workers, and my dad is worried about it, and I don't know what he's worried about, who else wants to do all that dirty work?"

Even these trivial things Harry watched with relish, and he could imagine what Mrs. Weasley's expression was at that time.

The result was just a false alarm, and it seemed that only a few idlers who often made mistakes were fired. Harry breathed a sigh of relief when he saw this.

"I also heard that Malfoy's father donated a large sum of money to St. Mungo's Hospital for Witchcraft and Wizardry, it was unbelievable, I didn't believe that their family would be so generous, but later my father told me that their family was for fame, and Malfoy's father only entered the Ministry of Magic, and he needed to be more stable. ”

Seeing this, Harry remembered the unpleasant things that had happened in Sirius' ancestral house before.

Of course, the most important thing is that he drove Lupin away, which is simply unforgivable for him.

"By the way, my dad also got some of the best tickets from the Department of Magical Sports, and Sirius definitely accepted the invitation so we could go to the game together. ”

As soon as Harry had read the letter, he felt a little hungry and he bent down and pulled out a large box from under his plank bed.

It was the food Sirius gave him.

Throughout the holiday, Dudley was on a diet because he was too fat, and perhaps to take care of Dadley's emotions, his own food was restricted.

Of course, there should be very few times when you can eat enough.

As long as he survives for a few more days, he can leave this hellish place.

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After that day's aphrodisiac incident, Malfoy's punishment of Pansy finally came to an end, perhaps because he felt that Pansy had encountered this kind of thing at that time, which was already the biggest punishment.

"You act like it didn't happen, do you hear me? When Pansy lay on the bed and drank a glass of brown sugar water to regain a little strength, she immediately said with a red face.

"In my opinion, this is a sign of maturity, although I am still a little girl at heart. At least physically, it's still starting to develop. Malfoy spoke in a flat tone on a topic that made Pansy almost mad with shame.

At this time, Malfoy didn't know what to say, and was originally going to punish her in a way to make her remember it for a long time, but now there are no conditions to implement.

"It's like you're not my age. Pansy thought angrily, but still looked pitiful on her face.

"I won't be able to get married in the future. "So you're responsible, Draco." She lowered her head, her hands covering her face, but there was still a slight gap between her fingers, and one eye slid open, gauging Malfoy's reaction.

However, Malfoy still had the same expression that was not salty, and did not respond to Pansy's question, but instead said, "You have a good rest here, when you are ready, when you are discussing your whimsical ideas." ”

Then he walked out of the room, ignoring Pansy's pitiful look.

"It's a headache. Malfoy slammed the door shut, leaned his back against it, and sighed softly.

If so much hadn't happened in the first place, Pansy would still be a carefree and unruly lady by now.

Well, it's still the same, but it should be a little cute.

When I accommodated her, 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 get lost, know what you should do, and what is worth protecting, so I chose to influence her in a subtle way.

Malfoy also knew that Pansy was working her way on it, and she now understood what was right and wrong.

But feelings can't be talked about right or wrong.

He wasn't so sluggish, not just this aphrodisiac, he had known Pansy's mood earlier, she was always obvious, but she always turned a blind eye.

Because he felt that this was just a hazy love for the opposite sex in his youth, and that he might not be so focused when he was older, and if his mental age and physical age were the same, he might still be intoxicated by this atmosphere, playing some kind of game with Pansy.

But he's not, he's a traverser, his mentality is that of an adult, and his previous accommodation to her was more like a tolerance for a sister than a lover's spoiling.

Moreover, Pansy can't keep up with the path he has to take, but the less she has to do with him, the safer she will be in the future.

Voldemort would use close contacts to coerce others, even his own men.

This is also the reason why Malfoy chose to treat Hermione coldly in the first place, and the candy store in the first year at that time should have caused him to act so impulsively.

But the subsequent troll still made him soberly aware that everything he did would have an irreparable impact on the world, so much so that it might hurt the innocent people around him

"Maybe I just can't see girls crying. Malfoy shook his head, a little bitter in his heart: "Although I cried a lot later." ”

He quickly understood that this was not good for both parties, so Malfoy decisively used the excuse that was not an excuse to break off contact with Hermione.

Between friends, it was originally mutual understanding, just because of that kind of anger, it was too ridiculous, and the only explanation was his active behavior.

I don't know how long it took, but Malfoy's eyes returned to firmness and clarity.

With a creak, the door opened again, and Malfoy saw Pansy, who had secretly gotten out of bed, lying back in a panic.

"I'm just going to get up and see. Pansy hurriedly explained.

"Let's talk, Pansy. Malfoy ignored Pansy's perfunctory apology, but stared at her intently, and said deeply.