In the silence of the deep forest.

Dudley, Harry, and Ron watched the newly erected tombstone silently, the faint moonlight shining through the leaves on the tombstone, and it was extremely holy at the moment.

Dudley sat on the side and touched the cold stone tablet, and looked up at the moon in the sky through the gap between the leaves, and it was as if a unicorn was dancing on the moon.

"Are you alright? Harry asked, leaning on Dudley's shoulder.

Dudley didn't answer Harry, but fell silent in his heart, only to realize that his heart could fluctuate so much in a short period of time.

He remembered what had come to the wizarding world, he had adapted to magic, he had adapted to duels, he could kill creatures that wanted to kill him, such as trolls.

But when it came to man-to-man combat, he found it difficult for him to do so, and when he recalled the moment he cast the spell on Voldemort, his mind went blank, and his hands trembled incessantly after casting the spell.

If you want to kill a person calmly and fatally, it is really not so simple to do.

He knew that it would be difficult to deal with the troubles in the future with his current state of mind, and now he had to adapt to this life-and-death fight as soon as possible, but fortunately he still had a short time to adapt.

"It's just a little sleepy. Dudley replied to Harry and stood up with his hands on the ground, bowing silently to the tombstone, a living life that had died because of his deliberate delay, "I'm sorry. But he didn't regret doing it.

"Call Hermione, let's get ready to go back. Dudley said.

"Ahh ”

The corners of Dudley's eyes twitched, and he looked at the unicorn that was fluttering to the side and asked suspiciously, "What are you?"

"It drills into my wizard's robes. Hermione's face turned crimson.

Dudley didn't know what to say about the ......, but now he knew why the book said that unicorns preferred to let female wizards approach them.

The group returned to the common rest to get some rest, but Harry left them behind.

Dudley, Ron, and Hermione all sat down around the fireplace, but Harry was the only one who couldn't sit down, and he walked up and down behind the group.

Dudley sat Harry down and his body was still shaking.

It wasn't until everyone got a little impatient that he whispered, "Do you know who the black-robed man we saw in the Forbidden Forest is?"

"Isn't it Quirrell?" Ron said, puzzled, "and we heard him and Snape talking together in the office. ”

"No, it's not, I have a bold guess," Harry said in a deep, hoarse voice, "it's Voldemort." ”

"It can't be! isn't he dead?" shouted Ron in fear, Harry's conjecture almost stopping his heart.

"Shhh

"I want to see if Harry is dreaming, after all, everyone is saying that Voldemort is dead. ”

Dudley rubbed his waist and grinned, "Why don't you pinch Harry." ”

"I forgot. Hermione winked at Dudley.

"You ......"

"Stop arguing. Harry looked at the two men and wanted to cast a spell on each of them, but the thought made him cry, and he quickly took off his glasses and pinched the bridge of his nose.

Several of them had a mock duel, and Harry couldn't beat Dudley in the duel, and he could only fight Hermione with all his strength, and the only one who could beat it was Ron.

It was a sad and unforgettable memory for Harry.

Putting aside the misguided thoughts in his mind, Harry said solemnly, "Think about it, who needs to drink the blood of a unicorn to restore their vitality, and who needs to use the Philosopher's Stone to live forever?"

Voldemort flashed through Ron's mind, but he retorted loudly, "These are just speculations. ”

"Look at this," Harry said, turning his head to Ron, who lifted his bangs to reveal a scar in the shape of lightning, "I've had a scar that has been hurting since I came to Hogwarts, and it's been getting more and more frequent lately. I didn't take it seriously at first, but then I guessed that the scar was a warning effect, and it wasn't until tonight that I confirmed the suspicion. ”

Hermione looked a little scared, and she stepped into the stove with her hands around her.

No one spoke in the lounge, only the flickering of the fire.

Dudley looked at everyone's cheeks one by one, and finally stopped at a face that was red from the flames, he was full of relief, and now Harry was clearly different from Harry in the TV series in his previous life.

Everyone here is under his influence, he doesn't know what will happen in the future, but he knows that it is good now, and the future will be left for later.

After a moment of silence, Harry looked at Ron, who still didn't want to believe it, and he shook Ron angrily, "Wake up Ron, even if you don't want to believe it, it's true, I think Dudley should know that behind all this is Voldemort's shadow, after all, he wasn't shocked when we talked about Voldemort just now, as if he had known it for a long time." ”

Dudley looked at Ron's wide eyes and couldn't bear it, he almost made him deny everything, but it was a pity to disappoint Ron, since Harry had already guessed, it was meaningless to continue to deny it, "Harry is right, it is Voldemort who is waiting for the opportunity to make a comeback. ”

"Don't say that name anymore!" Ron whispered in horror, as if he feared Voldemort would hear.

Harry shook his head and didn't listen to Ron, "But how did you know about Voldemort beforehand?"

"You kid," Dudley patted Harry on the back of the head, "your scar has been sore since the beginning of the school year, you didn't even tell me, and now you're too embarrassed to ask me, you remember to tell us sooner if you know no." ”

"There's nothing wrong with Professor Snape, it's Quirrell who really has a problem, but don't go to Quirrell for the rest of the day, so you don't have to be killed secretly. ”

Harry frowned and thought for a moment, then retorted, "I don't agree that Snape is good, have you forgotten? Ron and I heard Quirrell and Snape talking at the door of Quirrell's office, and now I think they were going to lure me into the Forbidden Forest, and then Voldemort could kill me." ”

Dudley smiled angrily.

Hermione thought for a moment and comforted Harry, saying, "Everyone says that the mystery man has always been afraid of Dumbledore. As long as Dumbledore is here, the Mystic won't hurt you a hair. ”

It was only when the sky began to light up that they stopped talking, their throats were dry and painful, and they went to bed exhausted.