Harry lay straight on the bed, his eyes wide open and gasping for air, as if he had run a full marathon.

Just now, he woke up from a very vivid dream, his hands pressed tightly to his face. Beneath his fingers, the lightning-shaped scar ached so fiercely that it was as if someone had pressed a red-hot iron against his forehead.

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.

Harry ran his fingers over the scar again, and it still hurt terribly.

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 also looking at him, with a pair of green, confused eyes beneath his unkempt black hair. Harry looked more closely at the scar on his forehead in the mirror, and couldn't see anything out of the ordinary, but it still hurt heartily.

Harry struggled to recall the scene in his dream.

He often dreams on weekdays, but none of them are as realistic as tonight...... He frowned, concentrating his thoughts, desperately reminiscing......

A dimly lit room appeared in front of his eyes...... The fire in the fireplace wasn't much brighter...... A man covered in black mist...... There is also a young, gentle, calm voice...... He always felt like he had heard it somewhere.

“…… Tom Riddle? ”

Harry suddenly remembered the thrilling experience he had in the Slytherin Chamber of Secrets in his second year.

"Do you mean...... It's Voldemort! ”

The thought of this guy makes it feel as if a piece of ice has slipped into his stomach......

He closed his eyes tightly and tried to remember Voldemort's appearance, but he couldn't...... Harry only saw the back of a figure sitting on the sofa, and there was an indescribable strange aura exuding from him.

In the dream, he only felt an inexplicable fear, and then he woke up suddenly...... Perhaps, it was because his scar suddenly became painful?

Also, who is the old man at the door?

At that moment, the guy who was covered in black gas went to open the door - there must have been an old man there, and Harry saw him fall to the ground......

Alas, it's getting messy.

Harry buried his face in his hands, keeping himself from seeing the bedroom, desperately soaking up the dimly lit room.

However, it was like trying to hold the water in his hands, and the more desperately he tried to grasp the details, the faster they slipped through his fingers...... Voldemort and the weirdo had just talked about Wormtail, and it seemed that they had talked about ...... Maca!

"Maca?" Harry was shocked by what he remembered, "What's wrong with Maka?" Why did you mention him...... Also, Where exactly is Voldemort? ”

He jerked his face up from his hands, opened his eyes, and stared hard around the bedroom, as if he thought he would see something unusual.

The room, as always, was a bit of a mess.

At the foot of his bed was a large wooden chest, open, revealing the cauldron, broomstick, black robes, and various spell books that Harry had read before going to bed the previous night. The pictures in the book are all moving, and the young men in bright orange-red robes are riding on broomsticks, whizzing around, throwing a red ball at each other.

Instead of looking at things that were familiar to him, he walked to the window, opened the curtains, and looked out at the street below.

"There's that kind of ...... on this street A dilapidated old house? ”

Privet Road looks exactly what a respectable suburban street should look like in the early hours of a Sunday morning. The curtains on both sides of the street were drawn tightly. Harry looked in the darkness and couldn't see a living thing, not even a kitten.

However...... However......

Harry restlessly returned to the bed, sat down, and reached out another finger to caress his scar. It wasn't the pain of the scars that bothered him, Harry was used to pain and injuries.

He was just worried, what kind of relationship did this pain have to do with Voldemort?

“…… Scar...... Voldemort ...... Maca......" Harry's eyes widened suddenly, and he looked to the bottom of the wooden box, "Maca? ”

Suddenly, he remembered what Maca had said to him, and then Professor Trelawney's prophecy about Voldemort's return.

He remembered that Maca repeatedly told him to go as soon as possible......

Thinking of this, Harry immediately jumped up from the edge of the bed, walked quickly to the large wooden box where his things were kept, and quickly rummaged through them......

"Notes...... Notes...... Pregnant! ”

Looking at this thick notebook, Harry couldn't help but think back to Christmas the year he first entered Hogwarts. At that Christmas dinner, Maca sent a large number of owls to bring all kinds of Christmas gifts to many people.

What Harry got was the book he was holding now with the cover written "Occlumency" on it.

"But, most of the book here is about all sorts of spell principles...... Harry said with a bitter face, "like in a Charms lesson on the history of magic......

He reluctantly looked at his bedroom again, his eyes falling on the three birthday cards that his three best friends had sent him last year.

Speaking of which, this year's birthday is almost here.

"If I write to them and tell them that the scar hurts, what will they say?"

His mind was immediately filled with Hermione's babbling, fuss-making voice......

"Your scars hurt? Harry, that's no ordinary thing...... Write to Dumbledore! I'm going to look up Common Magical Pains...... Well, maybe we should also ask Maca......"

Yes, Hermione would have suggested this: go to the Headmaster of Hogwarts and find the answer in a book at the same time. If it doesn't work, she'll consider whether to give Maca a little trouble.

Harry sighed and stared out the window at the deep blue night sky.

Maca is a very predictive person and has always been reliable. Although he always seems busy, as Hagrid says, he always brings warmth to everyone in many details.

In fact, several of them were always being taken care of by Maca, for example, now, he seemed to have thought of situations that even he hadn't thought of himself.

Harry thought about it, but finally opened his notes and read them.

……

And just as Harry was forcing himself to study, Hogwarts looked deserted. During the holidays, the school suddenly became empty. And at dawn, it was even more deadly silent.

Suddenly, a small figure walked out of the castle and walked slowly towards the greenhouse.

With a soft "click", the door of the seventh greenhouse was opened. Without hesitation, the figure stepped into the greenhouse, into an area that was tightly covered with a black cloth.

The black cloth was quietly lifted a corner, and the figure walked in calmly.

As if sensing something in the way of the extraordinarily wide peaked hat on its head, it was gently removed by its owner and placed on a small shelf to the side.

Suddenly, a dazzling long white hair suddenly slipped down, and the hair was very long, falling all the way to the crook of the leg.

She shook her head casually, then reached out and ran her hair behind her ear. Immediately, a delicate and lovely face that is not often seen by people is quietly revealed.

This is Willy Blois, a special hidden being in the French Blois family.

Willy calmly stared directly at the bud in front of her, and surprisingly, she didn't seem to be affected by this special magical plant called "Mystery Crystal" in the slightest.

She stretched out a delicate little hand and stroked the bud; Then, she took out a thick notebook from the bag she was carrying behind her.

This is a herbalistic journal given to her by Maca, which records many of the research records and conjectures about the "Mystery Crystal" that Maca wrote down before she was taken away.

Willy drew her wand, cast a wand glow charm, and read it carefully.

Time passed, and the pre-dawn darkness soon faded, and the sun peeked out from the eastern mountains. But because it was surrounded by black cloth, the light didn't penetrate much.

But at this moment, Willy suddenly raised her head and looked at the buds in a daze, as if she was waiting for something.

Slowly, the buds gradually shimmered with sparkling stars, and gradually became brighter with the morning sun outside.

After a while, the buds slowly opened.

As the petals of one of the "Mystery Crystals" unfolded, one after another, all the buds stretched out, and the star-like crystalline color turned the entire surrounding space into a fairyland-like beauty.

And the effect of this flower on living things has also reached its true peak with the flowering.

But for some reason, Willy remained untouched, she just quietly looked at the beautiful and dangerous flowers, and sometimes carefully recorded something with her pen.

At this moment, the flowers began to crystallize from the stamens, and in a few moments, they spread to the entire plant.

It can be said that it is only now that they have truly become a rare "Mystery Crystal Flower" in ancient times. Willie gently plucked one of them, and there was a crisp sound like glass breaking.

“…… When others are intoxicated with you, you are in ...... What do you think? Willie staccato the most complete sentence to date.

Her eyes looked confused, but in an instant, they gradually returned to their former calm.

"Maka said, you're dangerous...... Willy asked herself as she looked down at the note Maka had given her, "...... What about me? ”

She placed the crystal-like flower on the page, as she had always been.