Capítulo 430: Chapter 430: Harry's summer vacation
"So this is the Philosopher's Stone!" Hermione followed him, with a sound of concern in her voice. "Dumbledore said that under its influence, the curse Voldemort left on you was completely broken, leaving no after-effects."
Ivan stared at the Philosopher's Stone for a moment, then suddenly remembered, "Where IS SIRIUS?"
"He's at St. Mungo's hospital for magical illnesses and injuries. I heard Dumbledore say he's badly injured, but his life is not in danger. He needs some rest." Hermione frowned and said, "Ivan, where the hell did you go during the summer vacations? How dangerous was it to get this Philosopher's Stone? Did those ancient centaurs leave anything behind?"
As Ivan was telling Hermione about his vacation experience, Harry jumped out of bed.
He was sweating and sitting up in his cot, breathing hard, as if he had been running.
He remembered the vivid dream he had just had, the scar on his forehead burning under his fingers.
The scar hurt so much it felt as if someone had pressed a red-hot wire to his skin.
Harry gasped, pressing on the scar with one hand and clutching the glasses in the dark with the other. He was sure he had just dreamed of Voldemort.
It was a large, dark, ramshackle house, and there was a wizard named Caresius standing next to Voldemort.
Harry was puzzled, who was this wizard named Caresius?
In the dream, his body was wrapped in a black cloak and his face was very pale.
Harry did not recognize this person, but without a doubt, Voldemort had found a new assistant.
In front of them, there was a statue in the shape of an ugly tree root.
Harry closed his eyes and tried to remember the dream he had just had, the appearance of Voldemort and the statue, but the scar was becoming more and more painful.
Voldemort was up to something, but everything became a blur.
Harry couldn't remember, whether it was Voldemort or the terrible conversation between them.
They were planning to kill someone, but he couldn't remember the name anyway.
He only remembered that he felt fear at the end, and woke up by strong convulsions or the pain of the scar.
The prospect in the dream also made Harry feel worried.
He seemed to be lying on the floor, in a corner by the stove, like a snake.....
Harry gasped for a while, and it took him a long time to think about the letter Hermione wrote to him not long ago.
Hermione told him in the letter that Ivan and Sirius had already acquired the Philosopher's Stone and that Ivan's curse had been lifted.
However, she also mentioned that they were both seriously injured.
Ivan was better, and had been sent back home. Hermione was about to go there with him.
Sirius was sent to St. Mungo's Hospital for magical illness and injury. He was out of danger and just needed a period of rest to recover.
Harry was worried about Ivan and Sirius, and didn't understand why Dumbledore didn't tell him directly.
He spent the whole summer worrying about it, but received no news.
Harry wanted to do something, too. Even if he couldn't go to St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Illness and Injury, he should go see Ivan.
But the reality was, where he was now, he couldn't even leave the house.
Thinking about this, Harry was angry for a while.
Even though he had a sponsor, this summer vacation still went badly.
The only change was that the Dursleys were no longer hiding all their magical items; Ivan had warned them about this.
Mr. Mason's construction business was now Harry's Uncle Harry's biggest buyer, so for them, Ivan's words weighed heavily.
Of course, another reason could be that the Dursleys gave up. They finally knew that no matter what they did, it was impossible to squeeze the power of magic out of Harry's body. It would be better to ignore it and assume it didn't exist.
Compared to what he had suffered before, Harry was more than happy with this situation.
The only bad thing was that he could only stay in his room all summer and couldn't go anywhere.
No one would talk to him. He was like a helpless ship, stranded here alone....
The pain in the scar once again disturbed Harry's thoughts.
He rose from his bed slowly and looked around his small room cluelessly.
At his feet, a large trunk lay open, revealing a cauldron, a broomstick, and different types of magic books.
There were rolls of parchment scattered on Harry's desk, and on the other side of the desk was a large empty cage where Hedwig the owl lived.
Harry had no way of providing enough food for her. He could only fly out at night to look for her on his own.
There was a book on the floor that was open. Harry had read it before he fell asleep last night.
The pictures in the book were moving, and people in bright orange robes were going fast on brooms.
The figures were visible for a while, and couldn't be seen for a while, and they threw a Quaffle at each other.
Harry reached over, picked up the book and slammed it shut.
Hermione's letter and the stinging pain of the scar on his forehead made him feel terrible.
Not even Quidditch, the most interesting sport in the world to him, could change this situation.
What's more, Harry thought it wasn't the time to study Quidditch.
The scar was itching. Maybe Voldemort was near....
But Voldemort couldn't be here right now. This idea was obviously absurd, absolutely impossible....
But this was obviously not normal, and he didn't know what to do. Maybe he should tell someone?
Harry thought first of Dumbledore. But he hesitated. He didn't know what to say to Professor Dumbledore. "Dear Professor Dumbledore, I'm sorry to bother you, but my scar hurt this morning. Yours truly, Harry Potter."
Harry shook his head. Even inside his head, the words sounded stupid and ridiculous.
What's more, he was still angry that Dumbledore didn't tell him about Ivan and Sirius.
Then he thought about his godfather, Sirius.
Sirius was a good person to talk to, he was like his father. Although Harry was a little shy thinking about this, he had to admit, no matter what he told Sirius, he wouldn't feel stupid.
He was experienced in dealing with dark magic and would make pertinent suggestions about the current situation.
But he was still at St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Illness and Injury, and Harry didn't want him minding his own business.
As for his good friend Ron, Harry had his reaction in mind.
Ron's long nose, his freckled face, seemed to go to the ground, with a bored and confused expression, "Harry, does your scar hurt? But, You know who can't be around you now, right? I mean, you would know, Harry, wouldn't you? He'd be trying to kill you again, wouldn't he? Maybe the scars from the curses always get a little worse. Wait a minute, I'll ask Dad..."
No matter from what perspective, Mr. Weasley was a very qualified wizard.
He worked at the Ministry of Magic, but seemed to have no experience in dealing with curses and dark magic.
In any case, Harry didn't like the idea of alerting the entire Weasley family that he was getting nervous for a few moments of pain.
Mrs. Weasley might be very worried, and Fred and George might think Harry was losing his mind.
As for Percy and Ginny, they'd probably worry too much....
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