"Is this the Philosopher's Stone?!" Hermione followed, her voice tinged with concern, "Dumbledore said that under its influence, the curse that Voldemort left on you was completely broken, leaving no after-effects. Pen %Fun %Pavilion www.biquge.info"

Evan stared at the Philosopher's Stone for a moment, then suddenly remembered, "Where's Sirius?"

"He was in St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries and Injuries, and I heard Dumbledore say that he was seriously injured, but not life-threatening, and needed to recuperate for a while. Hermione frowned and said, "Aven, where did you go during the summer vacation? Was the process of getting this Philosopher's Stone dangerous? Did those ancient centaurs leave anything behind?"

As Evan told Hermione about his holiday experience, Harry sat up from his bed abruptly.

He sat on his small bed sweating profusely, breathing as if he were running.

He recalled the vivid dream he had just had, the scar on his forehead burning under his fingers.

The scar hurt so badly that it was as if someone had pressed a red-hot wire against his skin.

Harry gasped, pressing the scar with one hand and scratching his glasses in the darkness with the other.

He could be sure that he had just dreamed of Voldemort.

It was a large, dim and dilapidated house, and next to Voldemort was a wizard named Caireces.

Harry was puzzled, who was this wizard known as Kerex?!

In the dream just now, his body was tightly wrapped in a pitch-black cloak, and his face was very pale.

Harry didn't know about the man, but there was no doubt that Voldemort had found a new helper.

In front of them, a statue in the shape of an ugly tree root was placed.

Harry closed his eyes, trying to remember the dream, the appearance of Voldemort, the statue, but the scar grew more and more painful.

Voldemort was plotting something, but everything was blurred.

Harry couldn't remember, whether it was Voldemort's appearance or the horrible conversation between them.

They were planning to kill someone, but they couldn't remember the name anyway.

All he remembered was fear at the end, a powerful convulsion or the pain of a scar that woke him up.

The perspective in the dream also made Harry worried.

He seemed to be lying on the ground, in the corner next to the blazing stove, like a snake......

Harry gasped for a moment, and it took a long time for his mind to turn to the letter Hermione had written to him not long ago.

Hermione told him in the letter that Evan and Sirius had obtained the Philosopher's Stone and that Aven's curse had been lifted.

However, two people were seriously injured.

Evan was fine, had been sent back to his home, and Hermione was about to go over to accompany him.

Sirius, on the other hand, was sent to St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries and Injuries, where he was out of danger and needed to recuperate for a while.

Harry was worried about Evan and Sirius, and he didn't understand why Dumbledore hadn't just told him about it.

He had been worried about it for a whole summer, but he didn't get any news.

Harry wanted to do something, even if he couldn't get to St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries and Illnesses, he should go see Aven.

But in fact, he is now gone, and he can't even get out of this house.

Thinking of this, Harry burst into anger.

Although I have a godfather, this summer vacation is still as bad as before.

The only change was that the Dursleys were no longer hiding all of his magical paraphernalia, and Evan had warned them about this.

Mr. Mason's construction business is now Aunt Harry's largest purchaser, so for them, Aven's words carry a lot of weight.

Of course, another reason may be that the Dursleys gave up, and they finally knew that no matter what they did, they could not squeeze the power of magic out of Harry's body, so it was better to ignore him and treat him as if he didn't exist.

Compared to what he had done before, Harry was happy with the situation.

The only bad thing is that he can only stay in his house for the whole summer vacation, and he can't go anywhere.

There was no one to talk to him, and he was like a helpless boat, stranded here alone......

The pain in the scar had once again disturbed Harry's thoughts.

He struggled to get out of bed and looked around his room blankly.

As he walked, a large chest opened, revealing a cauldron, a broomstick, and various kinds of magic textbooks.

Rolls of parchment were scattered around Harry's desk, and on the other side of the desk was a large, empty cage where the owl Headway roosted.

Harry had no way to provide it with enough food, so it had to fly out on its own during the night to find it.

There was a book on the floor, open, Harry had read before he went to bed last night.

The pictures in the books are moving, and people in bright orange robes are speeding on broomsticks.

The figures were visible for a moment, invisible for a while, throwing a red Bludger at each other.

Harry walked over and picked up the book, slamming it shut.

Hermione's letter and the stinging of the scar on his forehead made him feel terrible.

Not even Quidditch, the world's most interesting sport, can't change that.

What's more, Harry didn't think this was the time to study Quidditch.

The scar was stinging him, maybe Voldemort was nearby......

But the idea that Voldemort could not be here now is patently absurd and completely impossible......

But this is clearly not normal, and he does not know what to do.

Maybe he should tell someone about this, Harry thought of Dumbledore first.

But Harry was hesitant, he didn't know what to say to Professor Dumbledore.

"Dear Professor Dumbledore, I'm sorry to bother you, but my scars stinged this morning. ”

"You are faithful, Harry Potter. ”

Harry shook his head, the words sounded silly and ridiculous in his head.

What's more, he was still angry that Dumbledore hadn't told Evan and Sirius about it.

Immediately afterward, he thought of his godfather, Sirius.

Sirius was indeed a good person to talk to, he was like his own father.

Although Harry was a little shy at the thought of this, he had to admit it, no matter what he said to Sirius, he would not feel stupid.

He is experienced in dealing with the dark arts, and will give pertinent advice on the current situation.

But he was still in St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries and Injuries, and Harry didn't want him to worry about his own affairs.

As for his good friend Ron, Harry's reaction came to the back of his mind.

Ron's long nose and pockmarked face seemed to float towards the ground, with a blank, confused expression.

"Harry, is your scar hurting? but, that man, isn't he able to get close to you?"

"I mean, you know, Harry, he probably wanted to kill you again, didn't he? maybe the curse scar always hurts, wait a minute, I'll ask my dad......"

By all accounts, Mr. Weasley is a fully qualified wizard.

He works for the Ministry of Magic, but doesn't seem to have specialized experience in dealing with cursed things and dark arts.

Moreover, Harry didn't want the Weasley family to toss around over his own scars.

Mrs. Weasley might have been overly worried, as well as Fred and George, who might have thought Harry was having a nerve.

As for Percy and Ginny, they must have become worried. (To be continued.) )