At seven o'clock, the two tables were humming with exhaustion under the weight of the delicacies that Mrs. Weasley had made. The Weasleys www.biquge.info nine, Roger, Harry, and Hermione all sat down to eat under the clear dark blue night sky.

At the other end of the table, Percy was telling his father about his report on the thickness of the bottom of the crucible. He is the third of the Weasley brothers, and has graduated this year to work in the Ministry of Magic: "Some of the pots for imported products are too thin... The leakage rate is increasing at a rate of almost three percent per year..."

In the center of the table, Mrs. Weasley is arguing with Bill about the lack of earrings, which appear to have been brought recently: "... It also has a terrible big tusk on it. Really, Bill, what would the guys in the bank say?"

Next to Mrs. Weasley, the twins, Ryan and Charlie were discussing the World Cup: "It was definitely Ireland who won, they beat Poland in the semi-finals..."

After dinner, Mr. Weasley conjured some candles to light up the darkening garden, and everyone began to enjoy the strawberry ice cream they had made at home. Everyone had finished eating, moths fluttered low on the table, and the warm air filled the air with the scent of grass and honeysuckle.

Roger, who had not been silent during the meal, leaned back in his chair and said casually to Harry while watching several goblins being chased by Crook Hill, "I just remembered, what about Blake?

"Go, but he seems to be busy lately, and he will be apparitioned there directly tomorrow. Harry stroked his stomach as if he was eating.

Roger laughed sheepishly: "It seems that he is going to find you a godmother... No wonder I bombed you here, people have to live in a two-person world~"

Harry rolled his eyes.

But then, the boy asked abruptly, "Did you have a scar on your head during the summer vacation?"

The little savior was stunned for a moment, and blurted out: "How do you know?"

Roger's eyes narrowed.

Hermione looked cautiously around the table to see if the rest of the group was busy chatting, and then said to Harry in a soft voice, "Your scar hurts again? Did you ask Sirius?"

Ginny looked up for a moment, listening carefully.

"Yes," Harry whispered, "he said it might be some omen, some not-so-good omen... Let's be vigilant. ”

"Omens... Could it be that the mysterious man is approaching you again!?" Ginny couldn't help but whisper, "But it's impossible, isn't it?"

"I don't know," Harry said vaguely, feeling that he didn't want his friends to bother about it at a time when he was so peaceful and happy.

But he didn't want to say that it didn't mean that others wouldn't force him to ask, and Roger whispered with a smile on the corner of his mouth: "How many people are there in the dream? Who are they? Who is alive and who is dead?"

Harry's emerald green eyes stared directly at Roger behind the lenses, and he looked at Roger with a strange look: "Impossible! I didn't even tell Blake about this nightmare, how did you know!?"

Before Roger could speak, Mrs. Weasley said suddenly, looking at her watch, "Look at the time, you should go to bed, all of you... I have to get up in the early hours of tomorrow morning to watch the game. ”

Everyone stretched their backs to their feet, and the four of Roger deliberately dragged it to the end, and Mrs. Weasley asked with a kind smile, "How's dinner?"

"Excellent! and generous, especially the strawberry ice cream at the end, the taste of magic!" Roger licked his lips with a long aftertaste, much to Mrs. Weasley's delight.

Roger and Harry, along with Ginny and Hermione, walked into the house, walked through the narrow hallways, and stepped up the rickety staircase.

Until the third floor, Ginny opened the door of her room and glanced at the upstairs and downstairs: "Come into the house and say." ”

As soon as he entered the room, Harry eagerly asked Roger, "Why do you know? I didn't say it to anyone..."

"I'll ask first, so you say it first, and I'll talk about it. "The boy spread his palms out of his hands, and the choice is in your hands.

The little savior stared at Roger tightly, he really couldn't figure out, how could anyone know about a nightmare from thousands of miles away?

"You put a bugging device on me?" Harry suddenly thought of an explanation that only then would it make sense... The night he had a nightmare, he said his dream talk, which was obscenely heard by Roger...

Suddenly, the little savior's hands began to run around his body and took out quite a few things from his pockets.

"I don't see it, your brain is not small..."Roger was suddenly happy: "How idle do I have to be to listen to you snoring every day... Save your energy. ”

After rummaging through all his pockets, Harry found nothing, and he asked reluctantly, "Where did you put the bugging?"

Roger sat by the window, crossed Erlang's legs and said leisurely: "It's still the same sentence, you say it first, I'll talk about it." ”

Harry suddenly froze, but said helplessly, "There should be three people, one wearing a cloak and listening to the voice should be a young wizard, and another old man with weak legs and feet, a Muggle, and one person I didn't see... It was the Muggle who died, killed by the Curse... Then I woke up..."

"It's just a nightmare!" stressed the little savior.

It seems that Voldemort is indeed coming back... But Wormtail died a few years ago, or Snape's hand, there shouldn't be a slip-up, so who could be helping Voldemort?

Little Crouch is unlikely, and without help, he is unlikely to have escaped the double clamp of the Imperius Curse and the house-elves... Malfoy, Crabbe, Gower, or Karkaroff?

Roger didn't speak, but his mind was spinning.

"I've said everything I need to say, now it's your turn. Harry interrupted Roger's musings.

"What I just said was the truth... I didn't install a bug. The boy said very seriously.

"Then how do you know I had a nightmare. ”

"Because I have a talent for divination and prophecy~" Roger said with an innocent and lovely look: "I have the 'vision' and open the 'heavenly eye', everything will be known to me~"

Harry and Ginny were stunned, only Hermione looked strange.

She took Professor Sprout's divination class last year and understood Roger's meaning... That old liar always brags about 'Vision' and 'Heavenly Eyes'.

Harry's pleading gaze turned to Hermione, and the girl muttered for a moment and decided to tell the truth: "Roger is fooling you, don't listen to him." ”