In the library of Ravenclaw Tower, cicadas were chirping in the garden outside the false window. It was supposed to be a hot and irritating afternoon, but the room in the tower was quiet. With the help of magic, the temperature in the room was cool and pleasant. Allen was sitting at his desk, writing lines of words on the parchment with a quill. Hermione was sitting beside Allen with a thick magic book about illusion. Luna was standing in front of a bookshelf, but she was not looking for a book to read. Instead, she was moving her eyes along the lines on the bookshelf. It seemed that she had fallen into her own world again.
Finally, Allen put down his quill, picked up the parchment, and skimmed through it quickly. He put down the parchment with satisfaction, stretched himself, and leaned against the back of the chair comfortably.
"Allen." Hermione put down the magic book and asked, "Are you writing to Harry? Please forgive me for reading a few sentences by accident. Didn't you receive a letter from Professor Dumbledore? "
"You mean the one that asked us not to write to Harry and not to tell him what happened in the magic world?" Allen asked disapprovingly.
Hermione frowned. "Yes, Principal Dumbledore emphasized in the letter that we should not tell Harry anything about the magic world. He said that the owl might be kidnapped halfway." Hermione paused and said, "Of course, there are other ways to send the letter, but I think Dumbledore just doesn't want Harry to know anything. You know, he hasn't learned Brain Occlusion yet. Didn't you speculate that the soul fragment of Lord Voldemort in Harry's forehead allowed him to connect with the Lord Voldemort? This allowed Harry to see what the Lord Voldemort saw when he was emotional, but the Lord Voldemort could also see what Harry saw."
Allen shrugged. "I suspect that the soul fragment left by Lord Voldemort in Harry's forehead is the reason why Harry can't learn Brain Occlusion. I asked Harry to try to learn it from his godfather a long time ago, but it doesn't mean that he can't even communicate with others. Hermione, I'm not trying to preach or sow discord. I just think that it's wrong of Professor Dumbledore to instruct us to isolate Harry from the news of the magic world. Dumbledore's way of hiding it from Harry and only focusing on preventing his side's information from being exposed to the Lord Voldemort is not wise. I reckon that with Lord Voldemort's character, once he realizes the soul connection between him and Harry, he's likely to use this to create some illusions for Harry to fool him. And because Harry doesn't know the specific situation at all, he's likely to impulsively fall into the trap that Lord Voldemort has set for him. "
Allen sighed and continued, "But because I promised Dumbledore before that I wouldn't directly influence his arrangements for Harry and cause changes to his plan to complete the prophecy, I can't directly tell Harry the truth. Dumbledore is too old, has too much experience, and has too many concerns. He's already old and has forgotten what it was like when he was young. Think about it, he's been trapped in the Dursleys for a month without any news from us, and the Muggle world isn't friendly to him. If he misunderstands the wizard world and thinks that everyone has abandoned him, these negative feelings will make it easier for Lord Voldemort to have a bad influence on Harry after discovering their connection. Of course, it's also possible that Dumbledore thinks that not only will Harry reveal his plan to Lord Voldemort, but he might also be controlled by Lord Voldemort through this connection and let Harry spy on him. "
Allen stood up and made a cup of earl black tea for Hermione. He also put in a few more slices of orange according to her taste. "I think it's necessary to maintain normal contact with Harry to maintain his emotional stability. But because my relationship with Harry hasn't been that close in recent years, I've only sent him one or two letters of greeting like usual during the holidays. " Allen grabbed the parchment on the table and waved it. "Hermione, do you want to resume your communication with Harry? After all, the frequency of communication between the two of you is much higher than that between me and him. "
After listening to Allen's words, Hermione began to wonder if she should violate the rule set by Dumbledore. She looked at the parchment in Allen's hand, picked up the quill, and spread out a piece of parchment.
Luna, who had been absent-minded, suddenly turned her head and said to Hermione, "I guess this is what the mysterious man wants Harry to feel."
"Why do you say that?" Hermione was still feeling uncomfortable about violating the agreement with the headmaster, so she couldn't understand the meaning of Luna's words for a while.
"Let's put it this way. If I were the mysterious man, I would want Harry to be isolated from everyone … Because if he's alone, Harry won't be a big threat." Luna said in a very soft tone. She tilted her head and smiled at Hermione, who suddenly understood. Then she turned around and continued to look at the pattern on the bookshelf.
"By the way, Luna, I've made a new prophecy these days. Get your camera ready. The three of us have nothing to do these days, so we have to go to the Dursleys' house. If there's no accident, it will happen on the night of August 2nd." Allen hurriedly told Luna before she fell into a trance again.
This summer was the hottest one Harry had ever seen in his life. The Muggle's once lush grass had turned yellow and withered. Because of the severe drought, the use of hoses for watering had been banned.
The habitual pastimes of the inhabitants of the Privet Drive were polishing their carts and mowing their lawns, and now that they were unable to do either, they were obliged to take refuge in their shady houses, with their windows wide open, in the hope of a cool breeze that did not exist. Only Harry was still outside. At this time, he was lying flat on his back at 4 Privet Drive.
In the flower bed outside No. 4 Privet Drive.
He would rather hide here in the hot summer and eavesdrop on the news than accept a lot of inexplicable accusations in that depressing house. What made him even more upset was that apart from a letter from Jenny at the beginning of the holiday, he hadn't received any news from the magic world for a long time. After Sirius had brought him back, he had left the house he bought on Privet Drive with the excuse that he had something to do. He didn't know where he had gone. In the middle of the night, he often had to jump out of bed and flip through the magic books over and over again to slightly soothe his uneasiness.
Harry felt a sinking sense of loss within him, and then the despair that had been gnawing at him all summer came over him again without warning.
Harry looked at the sky above his head in boredom. Suddenly, his eyes narrowed, and he sat up in an instant, covering his eyes with his hand. A small black dot flew over from the distant sky. Harry turned back abruptly. He was sure that his Hedwig was still sleeping in the bedroom at the moment. Then, the one in the sky was — — —
Harry jumped up and hit his head hard against the open window of the Dursleys' house. There was a loud bang and Aunt Petunia's terrified scream came from the room.
Harry felt as if his head had been split in two, and his eyes were full of tears. He couldn't care less about his blurry vision. Shaking his body, he hurriedly ran out into the street. This was a very wise move. He hadn't run far when he heard Uncle Vernon's angry roar.
Harry shook his head, and his vision finally cleared. At the same time, he desperately waved at the owl in the sky like a madman. Fortunately, the weather was hot and no one poked their head out. Otherwise, they would definitely think he was crazy.
Harry's joy was indescribable. He recognized that it was Allen's owl, Benny, that was spreading its wings and flying towards him.
Gently stroking Benny's head, Harry couldn't wait to untie the two letters tied to the owl's feet.
His fingers trembled slightly as he opened the envelope. Three pieces of paper fell out — two letters and a photo. Harry glanced at the photo of the event. Hermione, Luna, and Allen were standing in front of a very magnificent castle and smiling at him. He couldn't help but smile.
He first opened Allen's letter, and a look of envy appeared on his face. It was so good to be able to travel freely abroad. Although Allen's letter didn't mention anything about the magic world, Harry was excited to be able to resume communication.
Tearing open Hermione's letter, Harry frowned.
For some reason, I wasn't able to contact you at the beginning of the holiday … You should study hard. After all, we will soon face the ordinary wizard level exam. This is very important, and it will affect what jobs you can apply for in the future. I remember that you want to be an Aura, so you have to be extra careful in your Defense Against Black Magic class, Potions class, and Spells class. You can use the summer vacation to master a lot of knowledge. As long as you do well in the exam, you can … study.
There was still a long time before the ordinary wizard level exam. Harry shook his head, carefully folded the letter, and put it in his pocket with the photo.
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