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"Is this the Sorcerer's Stone?!" Hermione came over, her voice filled with concern, "Dumbledore said that under its effect, the curse that Lord Voldemort left on your body was completely broken, without leaving any side effects. 【Love ↑ Go △ Small ↓ Talk → Net w
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Elwyn stared at the Sorcerer's Stone for a while, then suddenly remembered, "Where's Sirius?"
"He's in St. Mungo's Magic Hospital, I heard from Dumbledore that his injuries are very serious, but it's not life-threatening, and he needs to rest for a while." Hermione said with a frown, "Elwyn, where did you guys go during the summer holidays? Was the process of obtaining this Sorcerer's Stone very dangerous? Did those ancient centaurs leave something behind? "
Just as Elwyn was telling Hermione about his holiday experiences, Harry suddenly sat up on his bed.
He was sweating profusely as he sat on his small bed, breathing with difficulty, as if he had been running.
He recalled the vivid dream he had just had, the scar on his forehead burned under his fingers.
The scar hurt badly, as if someone had pressed a red-hot wire on his skin.
Harry gasped, one hand pressing on the scar, the other hand reaching for his glasses in the dark.
He was sure that he had just dreamt of Lord Voldemort.
It was a dark and dilapidated large house, and beside Lord Voldemort was a wizard called Keresis.
Harry was confused, who was this wizard called Keresis?!
In the dream, his body was tightly wrapped in a black cloak, and his face was extremely pale.
Harry did not know this person, but without a doubt, Lord Voldemort had found a new helper.
In front of them was a statue in the shape of an ugly tree root.
Harry closed his eyes and tried hard to recall the dream he had just had. He tried to recall the appearance of the Lord Voldemort and the statue, but the pain in his scar grew.
Lord Voldemort was plotting something, but everything was a blur.
Harry could not remember clearly, whether it was the appearance of the Lord Voldemort or the horrifying conversation between them.
They were planning to kill someone, but they couldn't remember the name no matter how hard they tried.
He could only remember feeling fear at the end, a powerful convulsion, or the pain of his scar waking him.
From the perspective of the dream, Harry was deeply worried.
He seemed to be lying on his stomach in the corner of the blazing fire, like a snake.
Harry panted for a while. After a long time, his thoughts shifted to the letter Hermione had written to him not long ago.
In the letter, Hermione told him that Elwyn and Sirius had obtained the Sorcerer's Stone, and Elwyn's curse had been lifted.
However, both of them were seriously injured.
Elwyn was in a better state. He had already been sent home, and Hermione was about to go over to accompany him.
Sirius was sent to St. Mungo's Hospital for Magic Patients. He had just gotten out of danger and needed some time to recuperate.
Harry was worried about Elwyn and Sirius. He did not understand why Dumbledore did not directly tell him about his situation.
He had been worried for the entire summer, but had received no news.
Harry also wanted to do something. Even if he could not go to St. Mungo's Hospital for Magic Patients, he should at least visit Elwyn.
But in reality, he could not go anywhere now. He could not even leave the house.
Thinking of this, Harry felt a burst of anger.
Although he had a godfather, this summer was still as bad as before.
The only change was that the Dursley family was no longer around. They had hidden all of his magic items. Elwyn had warned them about this.
Mr. Mason's construction company was now Harry's uncle's biggest buyer. So, to them, Elwyn's words carried a lot of weight.
Of course, another reason was that the Dursley family had given up. They finally realized that no matter what they did, they could not squeeze the power of magic out of Harry's body. They might as well ignore him and pretend that he did not exist.
Compared to what he had done before, Harry was happy with the current situation.
The only bad thing was that he could only stay in his house for the entire summer. He could not go anywhere.
No one talked to him. He was like a helpless boat, stranded here alone.
The pain from his scar disturbed Harry's thoughts once again.
He climbed out of bed with great difficulty and looked around his little house in a daze.
A large box was opened in front of him, revealing a crucible, a flying broom, and different types of magic textbooks.
Rolls of parchment were scattered on Harry's desk. On the other side of the desk was a large and empty cage, where Hedway the owl rested.
Harry could not provide it with enough food, so it could only fly out at night to look for it.
There was an open book on the floor. Harry had read it before he fell asleep last night.
The pictures in the book were moving. People in bright orange robes were flying on brooms.
The silhouettes were sometimes visible, and sometimes invisible, throwing a red ball at each other.
Harry walked over, picked up the book, and slammed it shut.
Hermione's letter and the stinging pain from the scar on his forehead made him feel terrible.
Even the most interesting sport in the world, Quidditch, could not change this situation.
Moreover, Harry did not think that this was the time to study Quidditch.
The scar was stinging him. Perhaps Lord Voldemort was nearby.
But the idea that Voldemort could not be here right now was clearly preposterous and utterly impossible.
But this was clearly not normal. He did not know what to do.
Perhaps he should tell someone about this. Harry first thought of Dumbledore.
But Harry was very hesitant. He did not know what to say to Professor Dumbledore.
"Dear Professor Dumbledore, I am sorry to disturb you, but my scar is stinging this morning."
"Your loyal, Harry Potter."
Harry shook his head. In his mind, these words sounded stupid and laughable.
Moreover, he was still angry at Dumbledore for not telling him about Elwyn and Sirius.
Then, he thought of his godfather, Sirius.
Sirius was indeed a good person to talk to. He was like his own father.
Although Harry was a little shy at the thought, he had to admit that no matter what he said to Sirius, he would not feel stupid.
He was experienced in dealing with black magic, and would give pertinent suggestions based on the current situation.
But he was still in St. Mungo's Magic Hospital, and Harry did not want him to worry about his own matters.
As for his good friend, Ron, his reaction appeared in Harry's mind.
Ron's long nose and pockmarked face seemed to float to the ground. He had a blank and confused expression.
"Harry, is your scar hurting? But, that person, isn't he unable to get close to you? "
"I mean, you know, Harry, he might want to kill you again, right? Maybe cursed scars will always hurt. Wait a minute, I will ask my father. "
No matter how one looked at it, Mr. Weasley was a completely qualified wizard.
He worked in the Ministry of Magic, but he did not seem to have special experience in dealing with curses and black magic.
Moreover, Harry did not want Weasley's family to suffer because of his scar.
Lady Weasley might be too worried, and Fred and George might think that Harry was crazy.
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