Harry walked to Elwyn's side. The surrounding noise disappeared, and it became very quiet all of a sudden. They were in the Gryffindor Common Room, but there was no sound around Elwyn. It was as quiet as a library.
The warm fire burned quietly. Hermione leaned lightly on Elwyn's shoulder. He raised his head and looked at Harry who was walking over.
The scene in front of him was a sharp contrast to the carnival party not far away. It was like two different worlds.
"I cast a Silence Spell so that no one can affect this place. Hermione is too tired. Because of the O.W. Ls exam, she has been sleeping very late these past two days. Studying and reading are very exhausting things. I think it's good for her to sleep more, "Elwyn explained to Harry. The fire reflected his face slightly red.
"Yes!" Harry nodded absent-mindedly, a little ashamed.
Compared to Hermione, he spent too little time on his homework, and he did not put in enough effort.
He had sworn this morning that he would study hard, but he had forgotten about it in the blink of an eye. But that was not the most important thing now.
"Elwyn, I was just …" Harry stopped because Hermione suddenly woke up.
"Harry, you're back?" She said sleepily. She stretched and rubbed her eyes hard. "I must have been too tired and fell asleep. Oh, sorry, Elwyn, I didn't notice … "
Hermione just noticed that there was a small wet spot on Elwyn's shoulder. It was where she had leaned on.
Generally speaking, if this spot was wet, it could not be other water. It could only be her saliva …
Hermione looked at Elwyn embarrassedly and the wet spot on his shoulder. She was a little confused, but more embarrassed. It was shameful for her to sleep on Elwyn's shoulder in front of so many people. She even made his shoulder wet …
"It's okay. You'd better sleep early these few days." Elwyn said calmly, not minding at all.
As long as it was Hermione's water, whether it was saliva, tears, or other water, he didn't mind. Also, Elwyn found that Hermione looked very cute when she was asleep. He couldn't help but feel a little moved. She was not leaning on his shoulder. He led her to lean on him, which made it like this …
So, the wet spot on his shoulder had nothing to do with Hermione. It was all Elwyn's own initiative.
"I'll be careful." Hermione nodded. She did not know why she was suddenly drooling.
She was not like this in the past. She felt that it was best to change the topic. Harry was still watching. Elwyn's expression seemed to hide some indescribable meaning. If it was just the two of them here, it would be fine …
"Ron has become the goalkeeper for Gryffindor. He's great, isn't he? He has always dreamed of becoming a member of Gryffindor's team. Now his wish has finally come true! "Hermione said, looking at Ron who was dancing in Wood's jersey in the distance.
"Yes, he's really great." Harry said hurriedly. He did not care about the ambiguous relationship between Elwyn and Hermione, nor did he care about the ongoing celebration. If he did not find someone to talk about what happened just now, he would explode. "Listen, you two. I just touched Umrich's arm in her office …"
Elwyn and Hermione listened attentively to Harry. This was indeed an interesting piece of information.
Harry's scar was only related to Lord Voldemort, but when he touched Umrich, the scar started to hurt.
Obviously, if it was not a coincidence, it meant that Umrich and Lord Voldemort had some connection.
"You mean, you touched her, and the scar started to hurt?" Elwyn asked, frowning.
"That's right. The instant I touched her, the scar did hurt badly. I've felt this before." Harry said, "It was when I met Quirrell in my first year. Elwyn, you also said that this scar is related to Lord Voldemort."
"Yes!" Elwyn replied. "It's a very special magic."
"Mm, you're worried that Lord Voldemort has controlled her, just like he controlled Quirrell back then?" Hermione said slowly.
"That's a possibility, isn't it?" Harry asked in a low voice.
"That's indeed a possibility," Hermione said. However, judging from her tone, she did not seem to fully believe it. "But I don't think Lord Voldemort can control her like he controlled Quirrell anymore. What I mean is, he's alive now, isn't he? He has his own body, and doesn't need to forcibly occupy other people's bodies. I think, he probably used the Soul Reaping Curse on Umrich? "
"Umrich should be acting according to her own will," Elwyn said simply.
Up until now, Umrich had done well enough at Hogwarts. In less than a week, she had already caused a ruckus in the school. Lord Voldemort did not need to use the Soul Reaping Curse to control her at all. If he did so, it would be easy for others to find out.
She might have come into contact with Lord Voldemort, and that was why his magic aura was left on her body...
However, Elwyn felt that the possibility of this was very small. The signal was too vague, and anything was possible.
Harry looked at Fred, George, and Li Qiaodan as they tossed the empty bottles of Butterbeer. For a moment, he did not speak.
"The possibility of it being a coincidence is also very high, isn't it?" Hermione analyzed. "Think about it, Harry, last year, when no one touched you, your scar would also hurt. Didn't Dumbledore say that it had something to do with how the mysterious man felt at that time?"
"When his emotions fluctuated violently, the connection between him and Harry would be strengthened," Elwyn said.
"That's right. I mean, maybe this has nothing to do with Umrich at all. But when this happened, Harry happened to be with her. Maybe this is just a coincidence?"
"I don't know, but she's a devil," Harry said listlessly. "Pervert!"
"Yes, she's really scary, but..." Hermione paused. "Harry, I think you'd better go and tell Dumbledore that your scar is hurting again."
"I don't want to bother him with this. As you said just now, it's not a big deal. Since he came back, my scar has been hurting intermittently for the whole summer vacation. It just hurts a little worse tonight. It's nothing... "
"Harry, I believe Dumbledore is willing to be bothered by this."
"Yes!" Harry did not have time to control himself and blurted out. "This is the only thing Dumbledore cares about about me, isn't it, my scar?"
"Don't say that. It's not like that!"
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