HP Magic Biography

Harry! Harry!

Harry opened his eyes. He was lying on the floor of Professor Traunie's room, his face in his hands.

His scar was still burning so badly that tears were streaming from his eyes. The pain is real. The whole class was standing around him now, and Ron was kneeling beside him, looking terrified.

Are you okay? Ron asked concerned.

Of course he's not! said Professor Traunie, looking excited. Her big eyes were fixed on him.

What is it, Potter? An omen? A monster? A ghost? What do you see?

Nothing, Harry lied. He sat up, still feeling himself shaking.

He couldn't help but look around, at the shadows behind him, Voldemort's voice had been so close...

You were scratching your scar! Professor Traunie said. You're rolling on the floor scratching your scar! Tell me, Potter, I've been through that too!

Harry looked up at her.

I'm going to the infirmary, he said. I have a headache.

My dear, there is no doubt that you must have been stimulated by the hypersensory in my room! Trooney said. If you leave now, you'll lose the opportunity to see more—

I don't want to see anything but a headache pill, said Harry. He stood up.

Everyone stepped back to make way, they looked discouraged.

Goodbye, Harry whispered to Ron, picking up his schoolbag and heading for the door. Ignore Professor Traunie, who was looking frustrated, as if she had just missed a good opportunity.

Harry came down the ladder, but he didn't go to the infirmary, he didn't even want to go there.

Fan Lin once told him what to do if the scar hurts again, and he is about to do it:

He walked directly in the direction where Fan Lin was.

He walked down the corridor, thinking about what he had just seen in the dream...it was as real as the dream that woke him up in Priwhite Street...He went over everything in his mind lest he forget...he had heard Voldemort accuse Peters of a great mistake...but the owl brought good news,

The mistake has been corrected, someone has gone completely insane... so that person doesn't have to be caught and fed to the snake... and he, Harry, gets to be eaten by the snake instead...

It was terrible, Harry had never realized how annoying it was, Voldemort's voice was like a thorn in the throat, and Harry would be stabbed severely if he moved a little bit.

Harry waited outside for a while. Fan Lin and the others finished class very early, at least much earlier than Professor Lawney. Almost as soon as Harry reached the door of the classroom, Fan Lin and Hermione came out.

What's the matter, Harry? Fan Lin asked in surprise, seeing Harry here really surprised him.

Something, Fan Lin, my scar hurts again, only this time it's worse. Harry whispered.

Fan Lin's expression changed, Did you see him?

And the snake, said Harry.

Sorry, Hermione, I think, Harry and I need to go find Dumbledore. Fan Lin said, he has always wanted to find Dumbledore, and there has been no response to the news from Crouch. , which is important, and Harry's problem to be solved.

The two said goodbye to Hermione, turned around and walked over to Dumbledore's office.

What's wrong this time? Fan Lin asked.

I don't know, it's very abrupt... Harry said, Suddenly, I was pulled there, Voldemort... he was very angry... was punishing a guy named Peters... and... the guy was very angry. Luckily, the target is crazy...Fan Lin, are they talking about Crouch?

Fan Lin didn't speak. The information Harry got this time was terribly clear. The connection between him and Voldemort was getting stronger and stronger, which meant that Voldemort's strength was recovering more and more.

On the contrary, Fan Lin didn't quite understand that Voldemort's strength had recovered somewhat beyond his imagination. Although he hadn't noticed the connection between Harry and him, Harry was able to get some information very clearly.

This also means that Voldemort has recovered at least a large part of his spellcasting ability.

The gap between a weakened Voldemort and a Dark Lord who has regained his ability to cast spells is naturally self-evident.

There are also those things that Voldemort did, that mutated vampire, that is simply a monster of black magic, Fan Lin has seen those wounds, a kind of extremely dark power, it will take a lot of effort to dispel it.

If left alone, the wound would be like Harry's forehead, and that kind of wound would never heal.

And Harry was remembering what he saw, Voldemort... Voldemort, damn it, his scars are always as good as new, it's very bad, he just wants to stop the damn pain now, so he can let himself go relax for a moment.

The two walked with their own thoughts, and no one noticed that they had passed the door leading to Dumbledore's office guarded by the stone beast.

Fan Lin blinked, and finally realized, so he walked back and stopped in front of it, and then he remembered that he didn't know the code.

Do you know the code, Harry? Fan Lin asked.

Lemon juice? Harry asked tentatively.

The stone beast did not move.

Okay, said Harry, staring at it, pear juice. Uh--Ligros wand. Trubo's best bubblegum. Betty Burt's delicious beans... oh no, he doesn't like those, does he?  … Oh, can't you open the door?

he said angrily. I really need to see him right away. It's urgent!

Stone beasts are still hard-hearted.

Harry kicked him hard, but it didn't help except hugging his toes and screaming about the pain.

Fan Lin was a little speechless. Harry turned around, not knowing the password, which was very embarrassing.

Fan Lin took two steps forward, he had to recall the food placed in Dumbledore's office.

Chocolate frog candy! Fan Lin shouted tentatively, Candy bar! Cockroach string!

The stone beast suddenly came to life and jumped aside.

Harry blinked. Cockroach skewers? he said in surprise.

I was just joking... Fan Lin shrugged his shoulders, No matter what, let's go in first.

The two jumped into the gap in the wall in a hurry, and then walked to the foot of the spiral stone staircase, which slowly ascended.

The door closed behind two people.

A stone staircase led him to a fine oak door with a brass clasp.

He could hear voices coming from the office as Harry walked down the spiral staircase, hesitating.