......

"Oh, stop all misunderstandings!" Hermione said hurriedly, "Listen, we've been told what you overheard with your eavesdropping ears last night."

"Yes!" Harry growled, burying his hand deep in his coat pocket as he saw the snowflakes falling outside, "they're talking about me, aren't they? ”

"We want to talk to you, Harry. Ginny reassured, "But you've been hiding since you came back from St. Mungo's Hospital......

"I don't want to talk to anyone," Harry felt increasingly annoyed.

"Hey, that's the stupidest thing about you!" said Ginny angrily, "You know, you don't know anyone who has been controlled by that person other than me, only I can tell you how it feels like to be controlled!"

Harry didn't say a word, letting the words hit him hard.

"Sorry, I forgot. Harry said apologetically.

"You're in luck. Ginny said quietly.

"I'm sorry," Harry said seriously, "I see. So, do you think I'm being controlled by that person?"

"Well, can you remember everything you've done?" Ginny asked, is there a long gap in your memory that you don't know what you've done in that time?"

Harry searched his brain hard.

"Nope. He said.

"Then that person hasn't controlled you yet. "When he did that to me, there was a time when I couldn't remember what I had done in the previous hours, and I would find myself somewhere, but I didn't know how I got there." ”

Harry could scarcely believe her, but he couldn't help but feel a light in his heart. "I had a dream about your father's attack on the concubine, although it ......"

"Harry, you've had this dream before," Hermione said, "and last year you had a picture of what Voldemort was doing. ”

"This time it's different," Harry said, shaking his head, "I'm standing there inside him, not a third person. It felt like I was him. If it was Voldemort who teleported me to London for some purpose......"

Hermione was annoyed, "When you read Hogwarts, a school history one day, it might remind you that you can't suddenly appear or disappear at Hogwarts. Not even Voldemort can get you to fly out of your dorm, Harry. ”

"You haven't left your bed, man," Ron said, "and I saw you tossing and turning in your sleep for at least a minute before we could wake you up." ”

"Actually, it's a good thing, Harry. Van Lin said.

"A good thing?" Harry couldn't believe it, "how could it be a good thing, I...... I ...... with him."

"Because you know what he's doing, and Dumbledore has been working on it for twelve years, but since he's returned, it's completely out of control. ”

"You mean, I can see him?" Harry said incredulously, "really?"

"No, absolutely. Van Lin shook his head and said, "Do you remember the last time you saw him?"

Harry pondered for a moment, "Sirius, before he returned, at the Burrow, they were premeditating...... Kill, Mr. Barty Crouch. ”

"So, did you find a common denominator?" Van Lin said, as he said.

"Common ground...... Harry thought for a moment, "he seemed ...... Angry ......"

"Emotions, Harry. "Emotions affect people's minds, Harry, and you have to remember that. ”

"You mean, I can see him when he's out of control, or angry?" Harry asked.

"It used to be, but now it ......"

"What now?" Harry asked urgently, and the others looked at Van Lin expectantly.

"I'm sorry, I can't talk to you too much, but ......" Van Lin hesitated in front of the fire now, "don't you think, this time, what you see, Voldemort doesn't seem to be ......"

"Mood swings?" Harry called, but then sat down again, "But what does that mean?"

"I think he may have mastered the way to get you into his body, I mean, he was able to influence you because he was stronger than you, so ...... Harry, you have to be strong and learn to judge what you see and what he deliberately made you see...... It's important!"

Harry looked down in thought.

"And......" Van Lin frowned, "you have to learn to protect your brain. ”

"You mean, he might read ......"

"It's a two-way street, Harry. "To be true enough comes to pay enough, I think, that's what Dumbledore had in mind." You are not his weapon, on the contrary, you can become, his end...... But before that, I think you should eat something, or I don't think you have the strength to go downstairs tomorrow. ”

Harry began to pace back and forth in the room again, thinking. Everything they said was not only comforting to him, but also meaningful.

Before he could think about it, he took a sandwich from a plate on the bed and craved it into his mouth.

"I'm not his weapon, or I can be ......," Harry thought, and suddenly a wave of relief drifted through his mind.

He wanted to get back into his buddies' ranks.

At this moment, Sirius strode through their door, went to his house, opened his voice, and sang all the way: God make you quiet, Merry Christmas!

How could he ever want to go back to Privet for Christmas?

Sirius was overjoyed by the fact that the house was full again, especially when Harry's return had made it infectious.

He was no longer the sullen owner of their summer house, and he was now adamant that everyone should be as happy as he was, at least no less than they felt at Hogwarts.

He worked tirelessly to prepare for Christmas, cleaning and decorating the house with their help, so that by the time they went to bed on Christmas Eve, the whole house was so new that it was almost unrecognizable.

Instead of layers of spider silk, garlands and holly trees and gold and silver ribbons hung from the tarnished lights. Piles of snowflakes sparkle uncanny on the worn carpet.

A huge Christmas tree that Mundungus had managed to get was decorated by fairies, obscuring Sirius's home tree. Even the statue of Phineas in the hall is wearing Santa's hat and beard.

Harry woke up on Christmas morning to find a large pile of presents at the foot of his bed.

Ron had already broken apart half of his own gifts, more than Harry's, piles of dung bombs......

He blessed Harry with a large pile of papers.

Thank you so much, that's good, and Hermione, who gave me a homework notebook.

Harry sorted his gifts, and found that one of them had Hermione's handwriting on it, and she gave him a copy as well, it was a book that looked a lot like a diary, except that every time the page was turned it would say so loudly: Do what you do today, or you will have to make it up later.