v2 Chapter 430： Harry's summer vacation

"Is this the Sorcerer's Stone?!" Hermione followed and came over with a concern in her voice. "Dumbledore said that under its influence, the curse that Voldemort left on you was completely cracked, leaving no leave. Aftereffects."

Ai Wen stared at the Sorcerer's Stone for a moment, then suddenly remembered, "Where is Sirius?"

"He was at the St. Mungo Magical Injury Hospital. I heard Dumbledore say that he was very hurt, but he was not in danger of life and needs to be in a state of rest for a while." Hermione frowned. "Ai Wen, you went to the summer vacation." Where is it? Is the process of getting this Sorcerer's Stone dangerous? Are those ancient horsemen left something?"

Just as Avon told Hermione about his vacation experience, Harry slammed up from the bed.

He was sweating and sitting on his cot, breathing hard, as if he was running.

He recalled the realistic dream he had just made, and the scar on his forehead burned under his fingers.

The wound hurts so badly that someone has pressed the red iron wire onto his skin.

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

He can be sure that he just dreamed of Voldemort.

It was a dark, dilapidated house with a wizard named Carresis next to Voldemort.

Harry was puzzled. Who is this wizard named Carresis? !

In the dream just now, his body was tightly wrapped in a black cloak, his face pale and pale.

Harry didn't know this person, but no doubt, Voldemort found a new helper.

In front of them, there is a statue in the shape of an ugly tree root.

Harry closed his eyes and tried to recall the dreams he had just remembered, recalling the appearance of Voldemort and recalling the statue, but the scars were getting more and more painful.

Voldemort is planning a plot, but everything becomes blurred.

Harry couldn't remember, whether it was Voldemort or a terrible conversation between them.

They are planning to kill someone, but the name can't be remembered anyway.

He only remembers that he felt fear at the end, and he was awakened by the powerful convulsions or the pain of scars.

The perspective in the dream also made Harry feel worried.

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

Harry gasped for a while, and for a long time his thoughts shifted to the letter that Hermione wrote to him not long ago.

Hermione told him in the letter that Evan and Sirius had already acquired the Sorcerer's Stone and that Evan's curse was also lifted.

However, two people were very hurt.

Evan is better, has been sent back to his home, Hermione is preparing to accompany him in the past.

Sirius was sent to the St. Mungo Magical Injury Hospital, which was just out of danger and needed to be cultivated for a while.

Harry was worried about Evan and Sirius, and he didn't understand why Dumbledore didn't tell him anything directly.

He was worried about a whole summer vacation here, but he did not get any news.

Harry also wants to do something, even if he can't go to the St. Mungo Magical Injury Hospital, he should also check out Avon.

But in fact, he went where he is now, he can't even go out to the house.

Thinking of this, Harry was angry for a while.

Although I have a godfather, this summer is as bad as before.

The only change was that the Dursleys were not hiding all of their magical items, and Avon had warned them about it.

The construction company run by Mr. Mason is now the biggest buyer of Harry Cove, so for them, the words of Ai Wen are very weighty.

Of course, another reason may be because the Dursleys gave up, and they finally realized that no matter what they do, it is impossible to squeeze the power of magic out of Harry's body. It is better to ignore him. He does not exist.

Compared with the previous practice, Harry is happy with this situation.

The only bad place, he can only stay in his own house during the summer vacation, and he can't go anywhere.

No one talks to him, he is like a helpless boat, stranded here.

The pain on the scars once again disturbed Harry's thoughts.

He struggled to get up from the bed and looked around his own house.

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

A roll of parchment was scattered on Harry's desk, and on the other side of the desk was a large, empty cage with a place where Owl Hideaway lived.

Harry had no way to provide enough food for it. It could only fly out and look for it at night.

There was a book on the floor that was open, and Harry had read it before falling asleep last night.

The pictures in the book are moving, and the people in the bright orange robes are riding on the broom.

The figures were visible for a while, and they could not be seen for a while, and they voted for each other to watch a red ball.

Harry walked over and picked up the book and slammed it on.

Hermione’s letter and the sting of the scar on her forehead made him feel bad.

Even Quidditch, the most interesting sporting event in the world, can't change this situation.

What's more, Harry thinks it's not the time to study Quidditch.

The scar is stinging him, maybe Voldemort is near here.

But Voldemort can't be here right now. This kind of thinking is obviously absurd, completely impossible.

But this is obviously not normal, he does not know what to do.

Maybe he should tell this to whom, Harry first thought of Dumbledore.

But Harry was hesitant. He didn't know what to say to Professor Dumbledore.

"Dear Professor Dumbledore, I am sorry to bother you, but my wounds sting this morning."

"You are faithful, Harry Potter."

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

What's more, he is still angry at Dumbledore's failure to tell Evan and Sirius.

Then he thought of his godfather, Sirius.

Sirius is indeed a good talker, he is like his father.

Although Harry was a bit shy at the thought of this, he had to admit it, no matter what he said to Sirius, he would not feel stupid.

He has experience in dealing with black magic and will make pertinent suggestions on the current situation.

But he is still in the St. Mungo Magical Injury Hospital, and Harry doesn't want him to worry about his own affairs.

As for his good friend Ron, Harry reacted in his mind.

Ron's long nose, his face covered with feathers seemed to drift toward the ground, a dull, confused expression.

"Harry, is your scar hurting? But, that person, isn't he close to you?"

"I mean, you know, Harry, he may want to kill you again, isn't he? Maybe cursing the scars will always hurt, wait a minute, I will ask my father"

Regardless of the angle, Mr. Weasley is a fully qualified wizard.

He works in the Ministry of Magic, but there seems to be no special experience in dealing with cursing things and dark magic.

Moreover, Harry did not want the Weasley family to toss around for his own wounds.

Mrs. Weasley may be too worried, and Fred and George, they may think that Harry is nervous.

As for Percy and Ginny, they will certainly become worried. (To be continued.)