v2 Chapter 1644： birthday present

"No, no, no trouble at all," Mrs. Weasley whispered.

She looked at a few people for a long time with the eyes of the inquiry, then smiled a little, and straightened up and walked away.

No one spoke. Avon, Harry, Ron, Hermione, and Elaine watched silently as she waved her wand by the clothesline. The wet clothes were automatically bought in the air and hung up. At this moment, Mrs. Weasley’s back looks so sad and sad.

Perhaps it was influenced by this inexplicable sad atmosphere. This time, even Ron, who was very dissatisfied with his mother recently, did not say anything.

In a heavy atmosphere, Harry’s seventeenth birthday came.

In the early hours of the morning, Avon was awakened early, and Harry and Ron on the bed next to him were talking in their sleep.

Ron sometimes shouted "Don't," and sometimes he couldn't listen to laughter. He seemed to be doing strange dreams.

Harry is even more worrying because he has been saying "Grigovich."

The wand maker Grigovich, along with Oliver, is one of Europe's three major wand making families.

Harry was not dreaming at all, he was connected to the soul of Voldemort, and Voldemort was searching for the secret of the old wand.

Since the last ambush failure, Voldemort's soul seems to have become more unstable, and his direct connection with Harry has become more frequent.

He himself did not seem to notice this, which shows that Voldemort is gradually losing the remaining reason and control of the soul.

Ai Wen is not sure about the instability of Voldemort's soul because the evil magic is for other reasons. He has a bad premonition. He seems to have missed something, but he can't figure it out. He can't understand. He is lying on the marching bed and listening to two people. After talking for a long time, my thoughts became more and more chaotic, and I finally sighed and opened my eyes.

The sun has not risen yet, and the room is still dark.

On the cupboard, Hedwig and the pig buried their heads under the small wings and slept soundly, making a squeaky voice.

Ai Wen woke up the two in the past, and the two seem to have not figured out what happened.

"I seem to be dreaming again!" said Harry, licking his scars and trying to remember what he had seen in his dreams, but he could only remember the outlines of a rolling hill and a small village in a deep canyon. "Voldemort Looking for someone, he is Grigovic, who is Grigovich?"

“A well-known German wand maker,” said Avon.

"What did he do for him?"

"Voldemort wants to know the secrets of the wand. The three great wand makers in Europe are each a family of long-established pure-blood wizards. Every family has a lot of secrets. For thousands of years, these secrets have been passed down from generation to generation. As far as I know, Voldemort probably wants to know the most precious part of these secrets. After all, his wand always has problems when he meets you again.” Ai Wen said, “Or, he wants to take the opportunity to gain more strength, but these are actually unimportant."

“Why not important?”

"Because his strength is already strong, adding a powerful wand will not change anything, and the strong force can't cover up the fact that his soul is broken, and he doesn't necessarily want it. Voldemort simply doesn't understand. The wand, whether it is Ollivander or Grigovic, will not tell him all the secrets, so we don't have to worry about it." Ai Wen said, "It's you, Harry, you can't continue to spy on his thoughts in his dreams." This behavior is very dangerous."

"I know, it's good, Ivan, don't tell Hermione!" Harry said weakly.

Evan nodded undecidedly and turned and asked, "So you, Ron, you have been talking about your dreams, what have you dreamed of?"

"Ah, I" Ron paused for a while, seems to be trying to remember, and then said with a low voice, "I seem to dream that I joined the Quidditch team, Chadray Artillery, I held in the Quidd World Cup finals. All the **** broke the record, probably this."

"Then you laugh is really weird, and you have been shouting no, I thought you had a nightmare."

"Yes? Probably don't want to let the ghost fly into the door. Well, it doesn't matter, isn't it? It's just a boring dream." Ron shook his head and said, "Today is Harry's seventeenth birthday. Ah, I wish you a happy birthday, Harry."

"Happy 17th birthday, Harry!" Ai Wen said.

“Thank you!” said Harry, laughing. “How do I forget! I am seventeen years old!”

He grabbed the wand next to the camp bed, pointed at the messy desk where he put his glasses, and said, "The glasses are flying!" Although the glasses are only a foot away from him, they watched it fly toward him, still Brought him a huge satisfaction. But the good times are not long: the glasses flew over and poked his eyes.

"Haha!"

"This is really good!"

In the next few minutes, Avon and Ron were changing clothes, and Harry was still intoxicated by the joy of disappearing. He let himself, Avon and Ron fly around the room, let Hedwig and the piglet The cage floated in midair, and Hedwig looked at him reproachfully, and the pig swooped in the cage with excitement.

In addition, Harry tried to magically tie the shoe to the sneakers, and it took a few minutes for the hand to untie the cockroach.

Then, purely for fun, he turned the orange robe on Ron's Chadley artillery poster into a bright blue.

"You can stop, Harry, or I have to deal with your pants zipper empty-handed." Ron warned Harry, Harry hurried to stop, and Ron giggled aside. "This is for you." Gift, just take it here, can't show it to my mother."

“A book?” Harry took the rectangular package and said, “Some goodbye to tradition, isn’t it?”

"This is not a general book," said Ron proudly. "It's a heavy gold: "Twelve winning magic weapons that are fascinating witches", explaining everything you need to know about girls. If I was last year With this book, I will know how to get rid of Lavender and know how to get close to the girl I like. Anyway, I figured out a lot of knowledge from it. Look, you will be shocked, and it is not You need to use a wand. Yes, Ivan, you can also take a look."

"It sounds good, I hope it will be useful to Hermione. This is my gift, Harry." Avon said, and lost the gift.

"What is it?"

"A magical talisman, which I have done myself, can resist the spiritual attack of the evil spirits or Voldemort to a certain extent. I think this will be very important in the later battles." Ai Wen said, "With it, Harry. It will help you fight for a few seconds, so you have time to use the patron saint or other magic."

"It's great." Harry unpacked and looked at the talisman-shaped talisman with delight.