… It's shameful to huddle in the dark, waiting for fate and death to come closer.

The Burrow is a great haven. It's far away from the hustle and bustle of the city, and it's also far from the center of the wizarding world. Although the surrounding area is a little empty, the starry sky is bright, the rainwater accumulates into a pond, and goblins and gray-tailed rabbits often wander around the yard. If you haven't lived here for many years and are tired of the tranquility here, it must be a very happy thing to live here.

The kind of hermit who can really hide in the market is just tired of the endless fame and profit lock in his heart, and finally took off the mortal womb and became a hermit.

Just as Earl Lee was working to build his alliance, the students of Hogwarts received the latest news that there had been serious casualties in the tournament, and that wizards, including several warriors and several Aurors, had been left in the Far East Sea forever. The exact cause is unknown, but due to such an accident, the tournament was temporarily suspended.

The world looks big, the world is very small. Whether it is the Burrow in Devon or Hogwarts Castle at this time, the same elliptical moon is slowly rising.

The moon casts a silvery white reflection on the black lake, and the occasional ripple in the lake shatters the moonlight. If you have better eyesight, you can still see a little cold light in the depths of the water, which is the light of the herdsman's grazing.

Umbridge has issued a new curfew, and all students, without her approval, must return to their dormitories by 10 p.m., and are not allowed to wander around the campus or stay in the break room.

The night had just begun, and the whole of Hogwarts had fallen silent. If it's normal, this is the time when a couple and children are at their happiest.

Harry hasn't been in good shape these days. The terrorist attack at the Quidditch pitch was the first time he had seen Voldemort in years. The sensation caused Harry to fall unconscious. Strangely, Voldemort didn't kill Harry directly. The induction between the Horcruxes created an eerie connection between Voldemort and Harry, with Harry passing out and Voldemort noticing Harry's location.

Ron and Longbottom, both Artillery fans, were talking about the latest Quidditch match. Longbottom didn't like Quidditch too much before, and it had to do with his family situation. Since the Longbottoms regained their senses, Neville had become more and more cheerful.

"Hey, be quiet, it looks like it's time to start rounds!" Dean Thomas called out in a low voice, and Neville and Ron, who were chatting energetically, immediately fell silent, and sure enough, footsteps were heard.

"This old witch, what the hell is going to do, is even stricter than my mother's. Simon Finigan cursed under his breath. Umbridge smirked in the hallway, and she was taking a few of her supportive students from break room to lounge. I heard that several fifth-graders were found to have not returned to their dorms on time yesterday and were locked up by Feige all night.

"Why do you say Albus Dumbledore doesn't care? He's the headmaster, should he let this old witch do this?" asked Dean, puzzled.

"Who knows, the headmaster is always busy, and Shenlong can't see the end of the head, maybe he has something important to be busy with. Ron lay down on the bed, and Neville turned out the lights. Darkness soon engulfed everything.

Keep it dark, and the old witch won't come to find fault.

As he listened to a few of them whispering, Harry felt very lonely. He hadn't noticed any difference between himself and Ron, Neville, and Dean before. The same classes, the same meals, the same punishment by Professor Snape. This made him happy.

Before coming to Hogwarts, he had attended Muggle elementary school with Dudley. It felt terrible. Harry was generally the most bullied one of the class. He was too skinny. Compared to his classmates like Dudley, it was like he was going to school years early.

Harry always tried to keep himself from getting noticed by anyone, especially Dudley, at school. He usually sits in the corner of the classroom, doesn't talk to anyone, and doesn't have any friends. The only one who seemed to care about Harry was his cousin, who wanted to bully Harry all the time. And the rest of the classmates treated him as if he didn't exist.

This continued until the night when he was eleven years old, when his fate changed as if he had died suddenly. A giant riding a flying and fire-breathing motorcycle that was more than two meters tall and nearly two meters wide suddenly visited Harry.

If the owl letter had only confused and looked forward to Harry, the visit of the self-proclaimed Hagrid giant made this unrealistic dream suddenly come true.

Harry still remembers that day: Hagrid the Giant pushed open the wooden door of the hut and entered the hut with the storm outside. He glared at Vernon and told him that Harry's father and mother were a great couple. And tell Harry that you are different! You are destined to follow a different path than these Muggles.

Harry just thought he didn't have to go to some kind of technical school, he didn't know that a completely different fate was being reborn from a corpse.

Even months after being a student at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, Harry occasionally couldn't believe it was true. You can eat breakfast, lunch, and dinner as much as you like, and you can eat your favorite things almost every day. The classmates were friendly, and although there was some competition between the different houses, in general, Harry made a lot of friends. This was something he had never even dared to think about before.

He thought he was destined to beg for food on the street or work on screws in some factory, but the reality was: he was the savior, the darling of fate.

Everything couldn't have been better, Gringotts has countless riches, school is the most interesting magic, and there are many friends around who are willing to associate with themselves.... Everything was as unreal as a dream, and it wasn't until the name Voldemort reappeared, Harry Potter, that he realized what he was up against.

Professor Snape liked to sneer at Harry, but he never mentioned Harry's nemesis, Lord Voldemort. Maybe it's because all Professor Snape thinks that Harry is no match for Voldemort at all, or maybe it's because Professor Snape thinks that Harry will definitely be able to defeat Voldemort, and if he doesn't taunt Harry at this time, he won't have a chance in the future.

Before Harry met Voldemort head-on, he had never realized what Voldemort was, and what it was to him.

The moonlight shone through the window on the bed, and the outside of the dormitory was already quiet. The night breeze blew the bells under the eaves, and there was a jingling sound, and Neville was already asleep, and the slight snoring sounded rhythmically.

"Harry, are you asleep, are you feeling better?" Ron whispered in the darkness.

"No, but I'm feeling better. Maybe it's a little cold. Harry replied.

"If you have a cold, you should go to the school doctor to get some fire-breathing water, I drank it once when I was a child. After drinking that thing, it will be like a fire in the body, and it will be cured of the cold in no time. Do you need it now?" Ron said.

"No, I feel better. Maybe it'll be fine tomorrow with some sleep. ”

"Okay, then I'll sleep. If you're still uncomfortable tomorrow, I'll go to the school doctor and ask for some for you. The sound of the bed rolling, and soon Ron fell asleep as well.

The moonlight was like water, and Harry couldn't sleep, he watched the shadows of wizards in scarlet robes quietly weave through the posters on the wall, and occasionally saw the shadow of a black ball. It was a poster for the Scimtars that was bought from the twins last year, and one of the players had left this world for good - he played in the Quidditch World Cup and was unfortunately killed by a Voldemort clone.

After a long time, the moon had risen in the sky, and the owl was chirping and the hunt, and Harry thought about Hedwig's hunt, and fell asleep.

In the dream, he seemed to be back at Dursley's house, and Harry tried to leave, but there seemed to be some danger outside. He walked from the first floor to the second floor, and as he passed the stairwell, he glanced back.

Harry rarely went to the second floor of his home, which was the Dursleys' home. Sure enough, Dudley was standing at the top of the stairs on the second floor, looking at him angrily. "What the hell did you do, what did you do? you—" Dudley roared at himself, Harry had no idea what was going on, Dudley's thick arms were deep and grabbed Harry. Harry could only flee back, but Dudley chased after him, as if he was going to beat himself up.

Opening the door, it was night outside, the stars were burning silently, the streets were empty, Harry took out his wand and held it tightly in his hand. He looked behind him, and Dudley hadn't caught up, but he couldn't go back.

Harry looked around blankly, he didn't know where he was going. A quiet and mysterious starlight, those stars looked at him silently like countless beautiful eyes of light...... Under this starry sky, there was an empty street all around, and there was not a single human voice, only some stray cats seemed to be in the darkness on the side of the road, and their eyes glowed green.

The street lights are dim and meet the glowing sky of London's brightly lit city. Harry thought about it, maybe he could go to the Leaky Cauldron and go back to school from there. But he didn't know how to get to the Leaky Cauldron, and he didn't remember the route other than the one Hagrid had taken him there.

Harry walked alone, not knowing when he would be able to reach London. The road ahead seems never-ending...... He was tired, but he couldn't stop. Hogwarts is where he should be, and only there will Harry feel at home.

Suddenly, he saw a large golden-red light appear in front of him, and he ran towards it...... But the strength of his whole body seemed to be slowly evaporating into the air...... He wanted to run over, but he couldn't. He fell, looking at the starry sky, unable to move, and all of a sudden the stars were all bigger, and the whole starry sky was falling towards him, and he was falling...... Dragged by something and sank......

"Harry, Harry!" Harry felt his body tremble as he kept calling his name.

Harry jerked up from the bed, realizing that the scar on his forehead was starting to burn like a knife again, and he gasped and pressed his fist to his forehead.

Ron was standing in the darkness in terror, as if he had seen something terrible. "What's wrong with you, Harry, I want to go to the bathroom, I don't know what's wrong with you when I see you struggling in your own bed?" asked Ron, a little overwhelmed.

Harry felt like he was still falling, as if the bed had become a bottomless pit, and he felt all the sweat on his back. After a few minutes, until Harry realized that he was awake now, he shook his head in the dark, "It's okay, just a horrible dream." ”

He didn't want Ron to worry too much, as he didn't know what was going on.

So he endured it and lay down again. Ron stopped talking, only Neville's slight snoring in the dorm room, and Dean and Seamus seemed to be asleep.

"Well, brother, if you need anything, you can call me. Ron thought for a moment and went back to his bed.

Harry had lost sleep for the first time. The silence around him seemed to turn into a bottomless black hole, devouring what little courage Harry had left. Something in the darkness is peeking at itself, ready to pull itself into the abyss. Voldemort had tried to hack Harry's brain, and had almost succeeded.

As in the night, darkness tried to soak his mind.

No, I can't be afraid...... He thought. Even Voldemort is nothing to fear, he's just a tough opponent to deal with.

Some sorcerers fear the dark, while others consider the darkness as a friend. Stripped of the noise and heat of the day, the night winds carried the humid air of the Atlantic Ocean through thousands of kilometers, between the hills and trees, transforming into the fog of the night, making the Forbidden Forest even more eerie.

Xie An exited the castle through the secret passage and entered the Forbidden Forest alone. The humid air filled the bushes, and the cry of an owl was like the cry of a child. Seemingly ignorant of everything around him, like a black ghost, Xie An walked through the Forbidden Forest.

After walking for more than ten minutes, Xie An stopped, and the surroundings were extremely quiet. The white mist completely covered the ground, and it kept tumbling and boiling. This is not Xie An's secret base.

"Since you arrived first, please come out. Xie An said in a low voice.

"Actually, it didn't take long," a young man in a Muggle suit, his hair combed meticulously, and his face was very handsome, turning out from behind a large tree, "It's you, I didn't expect you to be a Hogwarts student." Your father will let you negotiate with us?" the young man's voice was magnetic, sounding like an aria.

"Oh, vampires, do you also pay attention to age? You look like you're only in your twenties, but according to your status, you're at least a hundred years old. Xie An replied without any emotion.

"That's just as well. Maybe you're some kind of monster too? There have been so many crazy things these days, and I heard the other day that a wizard accidentally turned himself into a child forever. The young man leaned against a big tree and looked at Xie An from a distance.

"It doesn't matter what I am, it's what I can offer you. Vampires' lifespans have been getting shorter over the years, and I think many vampires may no longer be able to maintain their longevity. Xie An said slowly.