"Harry!

Harry opened his eyes, and he was lying on the floor of Professor Trauny's room, his hands over his face.

His scar was still burning so badly that it hurt his eyes with tears. The pain is real. Now the whole class was standing around him, and Ron was kneeling next to him, looking terrified.

"Are you alright?" Ron asked with concern.

"Of course he's not good!" said Professor Trawney, who looked excited. Her big eyes looked at him.

"What is it, Potter? an omen, a monster, a ghost? what do you see?"

"Nothing. Harry lied. He sat up, still feeling himself shaking.

He couldn't help but look around to see the shadows behind him, how close Voldemort's voice had been......

"You were clutching your scar!" Professor Trawney said. "You're rolling on the ground and clutching at your scars! Tell me, Potter, I've been there!"

Harry looked up at her.

"I'm going to the school doctor's office. "It's a headache." ”

"My dear, no doubt you must have been stimulated by the super induction in my room!" said Trawney. "If you leave now, you're missing out on the opportunity to see more-"

"I don't want to see anything but a headache tablet. Harry said. He stood up.

Everyone stepped back to make way for them, and they looked discouraged.

"Goodbye. Harry whispered to Ron, picking up his bag and walking towards the door. Ignoring Professor Trawney, who had a frustrated look on her face, as if she had just missed an opportunity.

Harry came down the ladder, but he didn't go to the infirmary, he didn't want to go there at all.

Van Lin had told him what he should do if the scar hurt again, and he was about to do it:

He walked directly in the direction where Van Lin was.

He walked down the hallway, thinking about what he had just seen in his dream...... It was as vivid as the dream that woke him up on Priewight Street...... He recalls all the details in his mind so as not to forget...... He had heard Voldemort accuse Peters of a big mistake...... But the owl brought good news, the mistake had been corrected, and someone had gone completely insane...... So that person doesn't have to be caught feeding the snakes...... And he, Harry, was going to be a substitute for the snake to eat......

It was terrible, Harry had never realized how annoying it was, Voldemort's voice was like a thorn in his throat, and Harry would have been stabbed hard if he moved the slightest.

Harry waited outside for a while, Van Lin and the others had left class early, at least much earlier than Professor Trawney, and Harry had almost arrived at the door of the classroom when Van Lin and Hermione came out of it.

"What's wrong, Harry?" asked Van Lin, a little surprised, a little surprised to see Harry here.

"Something, Van Lin, my scar hurts again, only this time it's worse. Harry whispered.

Van Lin's face changed, "Did you see him?"

"And the snake. Harry said.

"I'm sorry, Hermione, I think Harry and I need to make a trip to Dumbledore. "Vanlin said that he had been wanting to go to Dumbledore all along, and that the news brought by Crouch had not been heard back to yet, which was important, and Harry's problem had to be solved.

The two men said goodbye to Hermione and turned to walk past Dumbledore's office.

"What's wrong this time?" asked Van Lin.

"I don't know, it's abrupt...... Harry said, "and all of a sudden, I'm being pulled somewhere, Voldemort...... He was angry...... A guy named Peters is being punished...... And then...... The guy was lucky and said that the target went crazy...... Van Lin, are they talking about Crouch?"

Van Lin didn't speak, the information Harry obtained this time was simply clear and terrifying, and the connection between him and Voldemort was getting stronger and stronger, which meant that Voldemort's strength was recovering more and more.

Van Lin didn't quite understand, Voldemort's strength had recovered a little more than he had imagined, although he hadn't noticed the connection between Harry and him, but Harry had been able to get some information very clearly.

This means that Voldemort has recovered at least a large part of his spellcasting ability.

The difference between a weakened Voldemort and the Dark Lord who has restored his ability to cast spells is naturally self-evident.

And the things Voldemort did to make it, that mutated vampire, it was simply a monster of black magic, Van Lin had seen those wounds, a kind of power that was so dark that it would take a lot of effort to dispel them.

If left unchecked, the wound would be like Harry's forehead, and that wound would not heal.

Harry, on the other hand, was recalling what he had seen, Voldemort...... Voldemort, damn it, his scar will always be the same as new, it's terrible, he just wants to stop the damn pain now so he can relax.

The two men walked on their own minds, and no one noticed that they had walked through the door that the stone beast had guarded that led to Dumbledore's office.

Van Lin blinked, finally realized, and walked back and stopped in front of it, and then he remembered, he didn't know the code.

"Do you know the code, Harry?" asked Van Lin.

"Lemonade?" Harry asked tentatively.

The stone beast didn't move.

"Well," said Harry, glaring at it, "pear juice." Uh--Ligros wand. Durupau's best bubble gum. Betty Burt's Delicious Beans ...... Oh no, he doesn't like that, does he?...... Oh, can't you open the door?"

He said angrily. "I really need to see him right away. Very urgent!"

The stone beast is still hard-hearted.

Harry kicked him hard, but to no avail except to clutch his toes and cry out in pain.

Van Lin was a little speechless, and Harry turned around, not knowing the password, which was embarrassing.

Van Lin took two steps forward, he had to think about the food in Dumbledore's office.

"Chocolate Frog Candy!" Van Lin tentatively shouted, "Candy Bars!"

The stone beast suddenly came to life and jumped aside.

Harry blinked. "Cockroach skewers?" he said in amazement.

"I'm just kidding...... Van Lin shrugged his shoulders, "Anyway, let's go in first." ”

The two men hurriedly jumped into the crack in the wall, then walked to the foot of the spiral stone staircase, which slowly rose upward.

The door closed behind two people.

The stone staircase led him to a fine oak door with a brass clasp on it.

He could hear voices coming from the office as Harry walked down the spiral staircase, hesitating.