Harry lay upright on the bed, snorting and panting, and the lightning-shaped scar suddenly became a burning pain, waking Harry from his dream.

Sitting up, Harry stroked the scar with his fingers, still in terrible pain. Harry turned on the lamp, got out of bed and went to the closet, opened the closet and looked at the mirror on the closet.

Brushing up the hair on his forehead and carefully examining the lightning-shaped scar on his forehead in the mirror, he couldn't see anything unusual, but it still hurt his heart.

Harry struggled to recall the scene that had just come to mind—

A dimly lit room ... The fireplace was blazing... There was a snake lying on the carpet in front of the fireplace, and although the exact size of the snake could not be seen, the ugly triangular head seemed to be enough to swallow him alive... There were two more people, a strange woman with curly hair and a look of madness in her eyes, and the chair...

Is that Voldemort? Intuition told Harry that it should be him, but wasn't Voldemort already disembodied and could only possess and coexist with others? Also, how could he still have a wand in his hand, and kill people?

The victim seemed to be an old man, but Harry couldn't remember what he looked like.

He closed his eyes tightly, trying to remember Voldemort's appearance, but he couldn't. Every time he thought about the scene of the undulating Devil's chair turning, Harry's heart felt like he had fallen into an ice cellar, and a great fear came over him, preventing him from remembering.

Harry lifted his face from his hands, opened his eyes, and stared around the bedroom, as if he thought he would see something unusual. Indeed, the room was full of a whole bunch of unusual things. At the foot of his bed was a large wooden chest containing his wizarding robes, study books, a cauldron, and Harry's bolts, which he still didn't know who had sent them.

Only now, his favorite Quidditch and the Firebow Bolt couldn't distract him. Harry put the book called Flying with the Artillery on his bedside table, walked to the window, opened the curtains, and looked out the street below.

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.

Seeing nothing out of the ordinary in his surroundings, Harry returned to the bed, sat down, and reached out his fingers to caress his scar, which was still aching.

The last time Harry's scar hurt like this was in his first year, when Voldemort stole the Philosopher's Stone.

But that time it was Voldemort who was moving near him, and at this moment, Voldemort could not have appeared on Privet Road or nearby, but why did the scar still hurt? Harry was a little uneasy.

Harry felt extra lonely alone in the dark, and Harry immediately remembered his good friend, but what would they say if Harry wrote to them and told them that his scar hurt?

Harry remembered Maple first, but he probably told him to write to Dumbledore immediately.

Hermione's answer is probably the same, but should I tell the headmaster? But Harry had no idea where Dumbledore had gone for the summer holidays. Harry fostered the illusion of Dumbledore with a silver beard: wearing a long wizard's robe, a peaked hat, lying on the beach somewhere, and smearing sunscreen on his long hooked nose. However, Harry knew that even if Dumbledore went to the ends of the earth, Hedwig would have a way to find him. Harry's owl was so powerful that there had never been a letter it couldn't deliver, not even if it didn't have an address

Matter. The question is how to write this letter?

Dear Professor Dumbledore, I'm sorry to bother you, but my scar hurts this morning. Your faithful Harry Potter.

It's ridiculous, don't write down these words, it's ridiculous to think about them in your head.

Then he tried to imagine his other best friend, Ron? Weasley's reaction. Immediately, Harry saw Ron's red hair, his freckled face with a long nose, and a dazed and confused expression on his face.

"Your scars hurt? But there's no way the mysterious man can approach you now, can he? I don't know, Harry, maybe the spell scar always hurts a little ... I'm going to ask my dad... ”

Mr. Weasley was a fully qualified wizard who worked in the Department for the Prohibition of the Misuse of Muggle Objects at the Ministry of Magic, but as far as Harry knew, he was not an expert in the issue of spells. And, by any rate, Harry didn't want the Weasleys to panic at the slightest moment of pain.

Mrs. Weasley was fussing more than Hermione, and Fred and George, Ron's sixteen-year-old twin brothers, who would surely have thought Harry had turned into a coward. In this world, the Weasleys are Harry's favorite family.

He wished they had invited him to stay for a while (Ron had mentioned the Quidditch World Cup), but he didn't want to be so disappointed that everyone was nervously asking him how his scars were.

Harry couldn't think of anyone to talk to for a while, he needed an adult wizard like his parents, Harry could ask him for advice without feeling stupid, that person should care about him, and he should know how to deal with the dark arts.

It's just that Peter Pettigrew is still in Maple's hands at the moment, and Harry still doesn't know that his godfather Sirius Black is innocent, and that the filthy male Peter Pettigrew who is regarded as a hero is the real murderer who betrayed his parents.

Harry's mind was racing, and Harry, who was still a little childish, didn't decide to write to his friend in the end. As time passed, the pain of Harry's scar slowly faded.

Turning off the lamp, Harry lay back into bed and fell asleep again.

Harry didn't understand what his scars meant, he didn't know the seriousness of the matter. Because of his concealment, Maple was slow to learn that Bellatrix had taken the place of Peter Pettigrew to help Voldemort make a comeback.

The next day, Harry watched his cousin Dudley lose weight with a smile on his back, unaware that the wizarding world had been turned upside down. The news of Professor Lupin's werewolf identity was overwhelming, not only making the front page of the Daily Prophet, but also taking up two entire pages. It's just that the remarks against Professor Lupin himself are not much content, and more are insinuations against Dumbledore.

Malfoy, who had been at odds with Dumbledore and had been kicked out of the Hogwarts Board of Directors the year before, used his influence to spared no effort to publicize the matter, and not long after the news release of the Daily Prophet, a large number of owls poured into Dumbledore with letters from their parents. For the first time, the headmaster probably thought that the magic of tracing owls was a bad idea.

At the same time, there were no fewer letters of complaint flying to the Ministry of Magic than owls looking for Dumbledore. Dumbledore was used to doing his own thing, he had a huge reputation, and he was the strongest white wizard in the world, and they couldn't do anything about Dumbledore except verbally accused.

So they changed to a good bully and put pressure on the Minister of Magic, Fudge.

I don't know if this powerful Minister of Magic would be furious if he knew that the people of the wizarding world were so compared to him and Dumbledore.

"Looks like we're going to have to find a new Defence Against the Dark Arts professor!" Dumbledore said with a wry smile when he received the letter that seemed to be raining.

As for the letter of accusation that Fudge couldn't bear the pressure to send him, he just glanced at it casually and put it away, and didn't take it to heart. Of course, out of respect for the Ministry of Magic, Dumbledore politely replied to Fudge. Although Dumbledore wrote back that he would contact Professor Lupin and change to a new Defence Against the Dark Arts professor as soon as possible, Dumbledore did not make a single typo throughout the letter.

He didn't think that Professor Lupin was an unqualified professor, but only had to compromise because of the wizarding world's prejudice against werewolves.

"Voldemort's curse is really powerful, and it looks like we're going to have a new Defence Against the Dark Arts professor again."

When Maple saw the news from the Daily Prophet, she smiled bitterly at Hermione on the side.

Maple wasn't surprised by this – they did!

Compound potions can't make wizards look like werewolves, and neither can vampires, and with the addition of werewolf hair potion, do you really dare to drink it?

Moreover, a new professor is far easier to impersonate than a professor who has been at Hogwarts for a year.

However, inadvertently, it is a curse on Voldemort's Defence Against the Dark Arts class.

At the Dursleys, they were having breakfast with four sliced grapefruit on the table, and don't get me wrong, it wasn't their dessert, but their breakfast, and it wasn't sweetened.

Because of the Dursleys' indulgence of Dudley, Dudley lived almost no different from a pig, except that he would not be slaughtered. In addition to his daily meals, Dudley spends most of his time eating snacks, and Dudley, who doesn't like sports, moves his mouth up and down most frequently, constantly closing up and down.

Dudley couldn't find pants to wear in his school warehouse, and after endless tantrums, after an earth-shattering argument that nearly toppled the floor of Harry's bedroom, and after Aunt Penny shed countless tears, they finally had to give Dudley weight loss according to the recipe sent by the school nurse.

To take care of Dudley's emotions, Aunt Penny insists that the whole family follow that recipe. At this moment, she handed Harry a quarter of the grapefruit. A whole grapefruit was still the weight of the four of them, but in the end it was Dudley and Aunt Penny, who felt sorry for the treasure.

Uncle Vernon has to go out to work every day, and he is also a fat man and is not short of money, how can he grieve his stomach.

Harry, on the other hand, had the help of his best friends at the school of witchcraft and wizardry. When Harry hears the news that he has been living on carrot sticks all summer, he sends Hedwig to send a letter to his friends asking for help, and they immediately respond. Hyde brings back a large box from Hermione's house filled with sugar-free snacks (Hermione's parents are both dentists). Hagrid is the hunting groundsman at Hogwarts School, and he enthusiastically brings a bag full of rock crusts of his own (Harry hasn't even touched them, he's already learned about Hagrid's cooking). Harry felt the best was Maple, who didn't expect to be able to bring him Hogsmeade candy during the holidays.

On Harry's birthday, he received three giant cakes from Ron, Hermione, and Hagrid. Maple and Hermione stayed together, and they both represented themselves with a cake, but Maple gave him another birthday present—

A jar of diet pills.

It can make people lose excess body fat without side effects, and Maple suggested that Harry give the gift to Dudley and his father and son after receiving Ron's Quidditch letter.

What pleased Harry the most was the five small pill bottles that came with the potion, with the labels 'spicy', 'foul', 'burnt', 'disgusting', and 'weeping'.

Among them, nausea medicine is not the same as foul-smelling medicine, the foul-smelling medicine smells extremely bad, while the disgusting medicine just looks extremely unappetizing, but does not affect the sense of smell.

Harry burst into laughter as soon as he received the gift, and Maple understood him too well. And instead of directly mixing a copy of the uncomfortable diet pills, Maple let Harry choose how to torture Dudley and Vernon in this way, so that Harry could enjoy being a part of it.

In addition to this, Maple also sent Harry a fat rat to demonstrate the effects of the potion.

Harry was going to give the rats an original diet pill so that they could see the effects before giving Dudley the added ingredients, and Harry couldn't help but laugh when he thought about it.

The day after Harry's scar, the doorbell rang while he was eating breakfast. Uncle Vernon struggled to get up from his chair and made his way to the foyer. Dudley stole Uncle Vernon's remaining share of grapefruit while his mother was busy tending to the kettle, saying that it was too late.

Harry heard someone laughing at the door, and Uncle Vernon said something in a few words. Then, the front door closed, and the sound of paper tearing could be heard in the foyer.

Aunt Petunia placed the teapot on the table and looked around curiously, wondering where Uncle Vernon had gone. She'll soon understand; A minute later, Uncle Vernon returned, furious.

Harry saw that Uncle Vernon seemed to want to have a seizure, and forced himself back. The Ray of Hope Group is getting bigger and bigger, and he doesn't dare to attack Harry, who is good with Maple.

"Just delivered," said Uncle Vernon, waving a piece of purple writing paper at Harry, "a letter related to you." ”

Harry was a little confused, who would write to Uncle Vernon about him? Who among the people he knew would have the postman deliver the letter?

Uncle Vernon glared at Harry in annoyance, then looked down at the letter and read it aloud:

"Dear Mr. and Mrs. Dursley,

We didn't know each other, but I'm sure you'd heard a lot from Harry about my son Ron.

Perhaps Harry has already told you that the Quidditch World Cup is going to take place on Monday night, and my husband Arthur managed to get some of the best tickets through his connections in the Department of Magical Sports.

I wish you would allow Harry to watch the game, it's a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity; Great Britain has not won a trophy for 30 years, and tickets are not easy to get. Of course, we'd love to let Harry stay until the end of the summer and send him back to school by train safely.

It would be best for Harry to get your reply to us as soon as possible through the normal means, as the Muggle postman has never delivered a letter to our house, and he probably doesn't know where our house is.

Hope to see Harry soon.

You are faithful

Molly Weasley.

I hope we've got enough stamps. ”

When Uncle Vernon finished, he reached into his breast pocket and pulled out something.

"Look at this." He said angrily.

He held up the envelope that had just contained Mrs. Weasley's letter, and Harry held it back to keep from laughing. The envelope was stamped all over the place, leaving only a small piece of an inch square on the front, and Mrs. Weasley filled the Dursley's address in very small letters.

"She did get enough stamps." Harry said, trying to keep his tone flat, as if Mrs. Weasley had just made a mistake that everyone could make.

"The postman noticed," he gritted his teeth, and the voice squeezed out between his teeth, "and he was very curious to know where the letter came from, so he rang the doorbell. He probably thought it was a little weird. ”

Harry suddenly thought about how the laughter outside the door had come from, no wonder Uncle Vernon was so angry.

"Well, if you're okay, I'm going back to writing." Harry ignored Vernon Desley's anger and said, "Oh yes, Maple sent me a gift for you before I went to see the Quidditch World Cup, do you want it?" ”

"What is it?" As soon as he heard Maple's name, Vernon Dursley's eyes lit up, and he thought that Maple had sent him something of value again, and the God of Wealth naturally everyone liked it.

"I'll get it now." Harry didn't answer, instead ran back to his room to get the diet pills.

"Diet pills!" Harry took a weight loss potion and said to Vernon Desley, "It's a recipe for losing excess fat from your body, it's a magically formulated potion, it's completely side-effect-free, and the results are immediate. ”

"Really?" As soon as he heard that it was something to lose weight, not to send money directly, Vernon Dursley's interest immediately decreased, and his rejection and suspicion of magic made Vernon Dursley immediately look suspicious, and a look of rejection appeared on his face.

"If you don't believe me, then I'll let you see it with your own eyes," Harry said and took a sip of the potion, he didn't drink much, and the wizard itself was stronger than Muggles, plus Harry himself didn't have much fat, so he didn't see any obvious changes. Of course, Harry took a sip to dispel them and prove that the potion was non-toxic.

Then Harry went back to the bedroom, brought the fat rat over, and poured the rest of the potion into it, and the fat rat that couldn't crawl was immediately a healthy and lively rat again.

"As I said, this medicine has no side effects at all, except for being a little unpleasant." An hour later, Harry emphasised again.

Seeing the little mouse still alive and unwell, Vernon Dursley finally believed what Harry said.

The thought of being able to lose a body of fat in an instant like the mouse just now, and without the need for hard weight loss and exercise, Vernon Dursley was also looking forward to it.

It's just that he and Dudley, who couldn't wait for it as soon as he heard the news, didn't know about the demonic smile on Harry's face when he turned his back just now.

I gave you a diet pill without ingredients, but you don't want it, but don't blame me! Oh hahahaha!

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