From Beauxbatons to Hogwarts

Harry rubbed his fingers nervously and said with a painful expression, "A month ago, I dreamed..."

"What were you dreaming about?" Sirius felt vaguely that something was not good. If necessary, he needed to discuss this matter with Calvin.

"I dreamed that I killed someone," Harry said reluctantly, trembling all over. "A month ago, I was sitting on an abandoned chair in the dream and saw an old man walking away. Come in.

Then I saw a green light flying out in front of me, hitting the old man, and he fell to the ground.Then the scar on my forehead started to hurt, which immediately woke me up. "

"Oh, my God." Sirius, who was made of flames, sighed in disbelief. As a wizard with long-term experience in fighting black magic, it was not difficult for him to guess what magic the green light was.

He no longer dared to underestimate this matter and asked seriously, "What about today? What are the characteristics of that flame? What color is it?"

"White!" Harry received immediately. "As white as bone."

Sirius knew it in his heart. He guessed the name of this kind of flame. It was a dark magic that even he had tried once - Li Fire.

If you ask who can control the fire freely now, Sirius thinks only Dumbledore and Voldemort.

Harry dreamed of Voldemort?

Or did Harry dream that he became Voldemort?

No matter how reckless Sirius was, he would not dare to make a big deal out of it. Issues involving Voldemort were best left to professionals, such as Dumbledore or Calvin.

He didn't want to suffer the pain of losing his godson anymore.

Sirius showed a rare calmness, "Harry, I already know what you said. I will inform Principal Dumbledore. Now go back to the dormitory and sleep well. Let the adults do the rest." "

Harry seemed a little sorry, "Sirius, it's just a nightmare. There's no need to tell the principal."

"No, Harry," Sirius said extremely seriously, "the scar on your forehead was left by Voldemort. Any changes in it cannot be taken lightly."

Harry wanted to say something more, but Sirius interrupted him, "Boy, I don't want to lose James again."

After hearing this, Harry had to stand up obediently, put out the fireplace, and returned to the dormitory through the stairs to sleep.

Harry went to bed here, but Sirius couldn't sleep over there. He was about to put on his windbreaker in a hurry, and wanted to leave home and go to Hogwarts, but he heard an old voice nagging:

"The young master doesn't sleep. Just like his friends who are not doing their jobs properly, he is willing to die outside. He is an ungrateful bad guy and has broken the mistress's heart!"

"Kreacher!" Sirius yelled, "Shut up."

A house elf who appeared at the end of the dark corridor reluctantly closed his mouth, shook the locket on his chest, and left with a groan.

At this moment, there was a dull knock on the door in front of Sirius.

"Who?" Sirius asked with a frown. Very few people knew the address of this room.

"It's me, Sirius." Calvin's voice came from outside the door, "Your family hides it really well."

"Kaka?" Sirius opened the door and saw Calvin visiting late at night.Even though it was already midnight, Calvin was still dressed like an old-school gentleman, but his hair still seemed wet, as if he had been caught in the rain.

Calvin strolled into Sirius's old house at No. 12 Grimmauld Place, "You told me the address here before. But the hidden magic in this room is really interesting."

Sirius took Calvin into the study and said, "Ah, yes, I remembered it, but I haven't been here for a long time, since I was 16 years old."

"Is this something to be proud of? A scum expelled from the family!" scolded a portrait of a woman in black clothes hanging on the wall, "and brought an inferior wizard of unknown blood into the Black family. Old man, Sirius, why don’t you die?”

Sirius quickly turned the painting over, but the woman's curses continued.

"My mother," Sirius said awkwardly, "she was a fervent pure-bloodist."

"I can understand your previous living environment, Sirius," Calvin said, looking at Black sitting opposite, "I came to you with something very important, but I think you also have something very important to say. You first Tell me."

"Okay," Sirius crossed his fingers, "Harry just contacted me. He told me that he had two nightmares within a month, both of which were accompanied by severe pain in the scar on his forehead. According to my estimation, that Both nightmares are related to Voldemort."

"Oh, you said this," Calvin nodded slightly, "Dumbledore and I have known about this for a long time."

"Already known?!" Sirius asked with wide eyes.

Calvin hesitated slightly and explained, "Yes, I have known it for a long time. You can understand that Voldemort's unsuccessful death curse formed a special connection between him and Harry. Through this If this connection is made, Harry will dream about or see Voldemort's actions from time to time."

"So, will this affect Harry?" Sirius asked hurriedly.

"I don't know," Calvin spread his hands. "This is the first time Dumbledore and I have encountered this situation. There is no precedent."

"But why did Harry dream of Voldemort twice in this month, which had never happened before?" Sirius looked a little flustered.

Calvin looked directly into Sirius's eyes and said softly, "This is what I want to tell you, Sirius. There are a series of incidents that indicate that signs of Voldemort's activities have been increasing recently."

"You mean, Peter?" Sirius quickly guessed what his friend meant.

"Yes, I have to say that he helped Voldemort a lot." Calvin considered his words, "There is a possibility that Voldemort will be resurrected."

"Resurrection?" Sirius jumped up from his chair, "Kaka, are you serious?"

"Yes, although I don't want to admit it, your release from prison did speed up the process." Calvin felt a slight headache. He didn't expect that Peter was not dead, let alone that Peter had been lurking in Hogwarts.

So Sirius's release from prison became the flapping wings of a butterfly, which objectively contributed to Voldemort's resurrection.

"Then what should we do?" Sirius's mind returned to the war era again, "Go find Dumbledore?"

Calvin played with a pen on the table and said calmly, "Sirius, the end of the last Wizarding War was not due to Dumbledore, but to James and Lily. It was Lily's death that ended Voldemort." , who do you think Dumbledore will let die this time?"