Harry rubbed his fingers nervously and said with a pained expression, "A month ago, I dreamed about ......"

"What did you dream about?" Sirius vaguely felt that something was wrong, and if necessary, he needed to discuss the matter with Calvin.

"I dreamed that I had killed someone," said Harry, with a shudder, reluctantly, "and a month ago, I was sitting in an abandoned chair and saw an old man walk in.

Then I saw a green light fly out in front of me, and it hit the old man, and he fell to the ground. Then the scar on my forehead started to hurt, and it woke me up. ”

"Oh, my gosh." Sirius, who was made of flames, sighed incredulously, as a wizard with a long history of fighting against dark magic, it was not difficult for him to guess what kind of magic that green light was.

He didn't dare to underestimate this matter anymore, and asked seriously, "What about today?" Are there any characteristics of that flame? What color? ”

"White!" Harry immediately received, "As white as bones." ”

Sirius knew in his heart, and he guessed the name of this flame, a black magic that even he had tried once—the fire.

If you ask who is now in control of the fire, Sirius thinks it's only Dumbledore and Voldemort.

Harry dreamed of Voldemort?

Or did Harry dream that he was Voldemort?

No matter how reckless Sirius was, he didn't dare to make a big deal out of it, and it was best to leave matters involving Voldemort to professionals, such as Dumbledore, or Calvin.

He didn't want to suffer the pain of losing his godson anymore.

Sirius showed a rare composure, "Harry, I already know what you said, I'll inform Headmaster Dumbledore, now go back to the dorm and go to bed, and let the adults do the rest." ”

Harry looked a little distracted, "Sirius, it's just a nightmare, there's no need to tell the headmaster. ”

"No, Harry," Sirius said in all seriousness, "the scar on your forehead is from Voldemort, and any changes in it should not be taken lightly. ”

Harry was about to say something more, but Sirius interrupted him, "Kid, I don't want to lose Jaime again. ”

Hearing this, Harry had no choice but to stand up, put out the fireplace, and go back to the dormitory through the stairs to sleep.

Harry went to sleep here, but Sirius couldn't sleep over there, and he was about to hurriedly put on his trench coat and leave the house for Hogwarts, when he heard an old voice babbling:

"The young master doesn't sleep, just like his friends who don't do their jobs, he has to die outside to be willing, and the ungrateful bad seed breaks the hostess's heart!"

"Kreacher!" Sirius yelled, "Shut up. ”

A house-elf who appeared at the end of the dark corridor reluctantly shut his mouth, shook the locket on his chest, and left with a snort.

Just then, there was a dull knock on the door in front of Sirius.

"Who?" Sirius asked, frowning, there were very few people who knew the address of this room.

"It's me, Sirius." Calvin's voice came from outside the door, "You've got a good collection. ”

"Kaka?" Sirius opened the door and saw Calvin, who had arrived late at night. Even in the middle of the night, Calvin was still dressed like an old-school gentleman, but his hair still seemed to be wet, as if it had been raining.

Calvin strolled into Sirius' old mansion at 12 Grimmauld Place, "You told me the address to this place before. But the hidden magic of this room is really interesting. ”

Sirius led Calvin into the study and said, "Ah, yes, I remember, but I haven't been here in a long time, since I was 16. ”

"Isn't that something to be proud of? The scum who was expelled from the family! A portrait of a woman dressed in black hanging on the wall scolded, "And brought an inferior wizard who doesn't know what bloodline into the old mansion of the Blake family, Sirius, why don't you die." ”

Sirius hurriedly turned the painting over, but the woman's scolding continued.

"My mother," Sirius said awkwardly, "she's a fervent pure-blood. ”

"I can understand the circumstances of your previous life, Sirius," Calvin said as he looked at Blake, who was sitting across from him, "I came to you for something very important, but I think you have something very important to say, so let's talk about it first." ”

"Alright," Sirius crossed his fingers, "just now, Harry contacted me. He told me that he had two nightmares in a month, both accompanied by severe pain in the scar on his forehead. As far as I can tell, those two nightmares were related to Voldemort. ”

"Oh, you said that," Calvin nodded slightly, "Dumbledore and I already knew about it. ”

"I already knew?!" Sirius asked, glaring.

Calvin hesitated slightly and explained, "Yes, I already knew. You could understand that Voldemort's unsuccessful requisition spell formed a special connection between him and Harry. Through this connection, Harry would dream of or see Voldemort in action from time to time. ”

"So, does that have an effect on Harry?" Sirius asked hurriedly.

"I don't know," Calvin spread his hands, "this is the first time I've encountered this situation with Dumbledore, and there's no precedent for it. ”

"But why did Harry dream of Voldemort twice in a month, when he hadn't been like that before?" Sirius looked a little flustered.

Calvin looked Sirius in the eye and whispered, "That's what I'm coming to you for, Sirius. There has been a series of events that indicate signs of Voldemort's activity intensifying lately. ”

"You mean, Peter?" Sirius quickly guessed what his friend meant.

"That's right, I have to say, he did Voldemort a great favor." Calvin pondered the words, "Voldemort has the possibility of resurrection." ”

"Resurrection?" Sirius jumped up from her chair, "Kaka, are you serious?" ”

"Yes, as much as I hate to admit it, your release from prison has indeed accelerated the process." Calvin felt a slight headache, he didn't expect Peter to be dead, and he didn't expect Peter to be lurking at Hogwarts all along.

So Sirius's release from prison became a butterfly's flapping wings, which objectively did contribute to Voldemort's resurrection.

"So what should we do?" Sirius' mind returned to the times of war again, "Go to Dumbledore?" ”

Calvin fiddled with a pen on the table and said, "Sirius, the end of the last wizarding war was not based on Dumbledore, but on Jaime and Lily. Lily's death ended Voldemort, who do you think Dumbledore will die this time? ”