Harry Potter and the Secret Treasures

“Is this the magic stone?!” Hermione came along with concern in his voice, "Dumbledore said," and under its influence, Voldemort's curse on you was completely broken without any after-effects. ”

Ivan stared at the Stone for a while and suddenly remembered, "Where's Sirius? ”

“He was at St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries and Injuries, and I heard Dumbledore say that he was badly injured, but that his life was not in danger and he needed to rest for a while.” Hermione frowned and said, "Evan, where have you been all summer? Is the process of obtaining this magic stone dangerous? Did those ancient horses leave something behind? ”

Just as Ivan told Hermione about his vacation experience, Harry sat up violently from bed.

He sat sweaty in his cot and had difficulty breathing as if he were running.

He remembered that realistic dream he had just had, where the scar on his forehead burned under his finger.

The scar hurts so badly, as if someone had pressed it against his skin with burnt red wire.

Harry gasped, pressing the scar with one hand and grabbing the glasses with the other hand in the dark.

He can be sure that he just dreamed of Voldemort.

It's a big, dark, dilapidated house, next to Voldemort, and there's a witch named Keresis.

Harry was confused, who is this witch called Keresis?!

In the dream just now, his body was wrapped tightly in a pitch-black cape with a pale face.

Harry didn't know about this man, but no doubt Voldemort found new help.

In front of them is an ugly tree root-shaped statue.

Harry closed his eyes and tried to remember the dream, the look of Voldemort, the statue, but the scar was getting worse and worse.

Voldemort was plotting something, but everything became blurred.

Harry can't remember what Voldemort looks like or the terrible conversation between them.

They're planning to kill someone, but they can't remember that name anyway.

All he remembered was that he was finally awakened by fear, powerful convulsions or scar pain.

Harry was also worried about the perspective in his dreamland.

He seemed to be lying on the ground, in the corner by the burning stove, like a snake...

Harry gasped for a while, and it took a while for his mind to shift to the letter Hermione had written to him not long ago.

Hermione told him in his letter that Ivan and Sirius had obtained the magic stone and that Ivan's curse had been lifted.

However, two people were seriously injured.

Ivan is better, he has been sent back to his home and Hermione is preparing to go with him.

Sirius Sirius was taken to St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries and Injuries, just out of danger of life and in need of rehabilitation for some time.

Harry was worried about Ivan and Sirius, and he didn't understand why Dumbledore didn't just tell him about him.

He was worried about the whole summer in there, and he didn't get any news.

Harry wanted to do something, and even if he couldn't make it to St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries and Injuries, he should see Ivan.

But in fact, he's gone nowhere now, and he can't even get out of this house.

Harry got a little angry when he thought about it.

Even though I have a godfather, this summer is as bad as ever.

The only change was that the Desirees were not hiding all his magic supplies, and Ivan had warned them about it.

Mr. Mason's construction business is now Uncle Harry's biggest buyer, so Ivan's words matter to them.

Another reason, of course, could be because the Dusty family gave up, and they finally knew that whatever they did, it was impossible to squeeze the power of magic out of Harry's body, and that sophistication might as well ignore him, as if he did not exist.

Harry was happy with the status quo compared to the previous practice.

The only bad part is that he can only stay in his own house for the whole summer and can't go anywhere.

No one talked to him, he was like a helpless little boat, stranded here alone...

The pain on the scar once again disrupted Harry's mind.

He struggled to climb out of bed and glanced around his cabin.

In his footsteps, a large box was opened, revealing a crucible, broomstick, different kinds of magic textbooks.

A roll of parchment is scattered across Harry's desk, and on the other side of the desk is a large, empty cage where the owl Hedwig lives.

Harry had no way to feed it enough, he had to fly out at night to find it.

There's a book on the floor, it's open, and Harry read it before he went to bed last night.

The pictures in the book were moving, and the man in the fresh orange robe flew on the broom.

People can see the shadow for a while, they can't see it for a while, and they throw a red driftball at each other.

Harry walked over and picked up the book and shut it up violently.

Hermione's letter and a stab wound on his forehead made him feel bad.

Not even Quidditch, the world's most interesting sporting event, can change that.

Besides, Harry thinks this is not the time to study Quidditch.

Scar is stabbing him, maybe Voldemort is around here...

But Voldemort can't be here right now, the idea is obviously ridiculous, totally impossible...

But it's obviously not normal, and he doesn't know what to do.

Maybe he should tell someone that Harry first thought of Dumbledore.

But Harry hesitated, and he didn't know what to say to Professor Dumbledore.

“Dear Professor Dumbledore, I'm sorry to disturb you, but my wounds sting this morning. ”

“You are faithful, Harry Potter. ”

Harry shook his head, and in his head, the words sounded stupid and ridiculous.

Moreover, he is still angry that Dumbledore has not told him about Ivan and Sirius.

Then he thought of his godfather Sirius.

Sirius is really a good audience, like his own father.

Harry was a little shy thinking about it, but he had to admit that, no matter what he said to Sirius, he didn't feel stupid.

He had experience in dealing with black magic and would make pertinent recommendations on the current situation.

But he's still at St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries and Injuries, and Harry doesn't want him to worry about his affairs.

As for his good friend Ron, Harry had his reaction in his mind.

Ron's long nose, numb face, seemed to float toward the ground, a silly, bewildered look.

“Harry, is your scar hurting? But isn't he too close to you? ”

“I mean, you know, Harry, he might want to kill you again, don't you? Perhaps the curse always hurts. Wait, I'll ask my dad..."

From either point of view, Mr. Weasley is a fully qualified wizard.

He works in the Ministry of Magic, but does not seem to have specific experience in dealing with curses and black magic.

And Harry didn't want Weasley's family to be tormented by his own scars.

Mrs. Weasley may be too worried, and Fred and George, they may think Harry's nervous.

As for Percy and Ginny, they must be worried.