Ancient wizards return to Hogwarts.

As the day to leave for the Burrow approached, Harry's mood improved.

However, to be on the safe side, he still sent a letter to Rice, describing in detail the changes in his scar, and he did not stop Sirius from writing to Dumbledore.

Subconsciously, Harry still hoped to get help, whether it was Dumbledore or Les Lint, as long as they could help him get out of his current predicament.

Rice's reply was the same, hoping that he would go to Professor Dumbledore for help, but he also enclosed a few small bottles of potions in his letter, so it was not completely useless.

However, at the end of the letter, Rice also suggested that Harry learn a spell called Occlumency.

After carefully studying what the brain block surgery is, Harry is a little confused. Can this spell really help him solve the problem? He is not sure.

After going through so much over and over again, Harry also understands that his scar is closely related to Voldemort. Can a spell that can seal the brain and protect the memory really isolate Voldemort's influence?

Harry was right to be confused, because Occlumency didn't make his scar painless. In terms of pain relief, Les's potion was more effective.

But Occlumency can prevent Voldemort from snooping into his memory through the soul fragment possessing Harry, which is why Rice suggested that Harry learn Occlumency.

Coincidentally, not long after Rice's letter was sent, Dumbledore's reply also came. He was even more straightforward, directly saying that he would come to Grimmauld Place, which surprised Sirius and Harry.

But Dumbledore had already said what he wanted to say, and they couldn't tell him "Don't come", so they could only wait for Dumbledore to come.

Harry had once wondered what Dumbledore was like during his holidays, whether he would sunbathe on the beach in his flowery shorts like everyone else.

Now he knows.

Dumbledore was no different from usual, still wearing wizard robes. If there was any difference, it was that the robes he wore during the holidays were obviously more plain, without those stars and other embellishments.

After entering the Black House and talking face to face with Harry and Sirius for a while, Dumbledore's eyes flashed with a barely perceptible sadness. Then he hid his emotions well and gave his own advice.

He suggested that Harry practice Occlumency.

When Harry learned that Dumbledore also suggested that he practice Occlumency, he was stunned: Rice and Professor Dumbledore's suggestions actually coincided!

This made him a little surprised. So he couldn't help but ask, "Professor, can I take some painkillers?"

Dumbledore looked at Harry with pity and told him that of course he could try it, and that he could try any painkiller, whether it was wizard or Muggle.

Dumbledore actually didn't think any potion would work because it was a soul-level issue.

The reason for Harry's scar pain is somewhat similar to a herniated disc. Voldemort's soul fragment is the protruding "lumbar vertebrae", which stimulates Harry's soul from time to time. If this fragment is not removed, this pain will accompany Harry for the rest of his life.

But this is an operation at the soul level. Who in today's magic world has such ability?

What Harry was thinking was that he actually had a potion that could cure his pain.

"By the way," Dumbledore, who was unwilling to go deeper into the topic of painkillers, remembered something and turned to look at Sirius: "Do you need me to introduce a master of Occlumency to Harry? We can go to the master's house during the summer vacation to start learning Occlumency."

"Of course, thank you for your hard work." After hearing what Dumbledore said, Sirius suddenly felt a deep gratitude in his heart.

Professor Dumbledore is so great. Not only is he willing to take time out of his holidays to treat Harry, he is also willing to use his connections to contact the master of Occlumency for Harry!

Sirius will never be able to repay this kindness in his entire life!

Harry also raised his head, his eyes full of gratitude towards Dumbledore.

Dumbledore felt a little embarrassed by the gazes of the two men. He felt that some things were better to be said in advance to avoid being blamed later.

"This master of Occlumency is our own Professor Severus Snape. His Occlumency skills are so powerful that even Voldemort cannot see through them."

Sirius:……

Harry: !!!

His mood fell straight from heaven to hell.

Studying at Snape's house during the summer vacation?! I might as well live with the Dursleys!

Harry really felt that he would not be able to walk out of Snape's house alive.

Sirius also stood there in a daze, not knowing how to respond to Dumbledore's words. He just hated himself for having said too much.

"Professor, Harry is still young. Can I accompany him to live in that person's house for a long time? So as not to cause too much trouble to our Professor Snape." Sirius' eyes turned, and he suddenly thought of a brilliant idea.

As long as I accompany Harry, won't that be the end of it? With me here, how could Snape dare to bully Harry in front of me?

Dumbledore glanced at Sirius. He felt that it was difficult enough for him to convince Severus to tutor Harry during the holidays. If he brought Sirius along, he felt that the chances of success were zero.

If Snape is pushed too far, he might just resign.

"That's not realistic," Dumbledore said calmly.

"Then Harry should not go." Sirius did not expect Dumbledore to really agree, so he went with the flow and said that they should not rush to start teaching during the holidays and should wait until school starts.

Harry's eyes lit up: Godfather is still the best! He really couldn't imagine spending half of the summer vacation at Snape's house. That would definitely be a preview of what purgatory is like.

Dumbledore did not reply.

Hogwarts would be very busy once term started, and he wasn't sure if they would have time to give Harry some lessons in Occlumency.

However, compared to Harry's plan to learn Occlumency, Dumbledore was more concerned about the impact of the pain from the scar.

This shows that Voldemort is reviving and gradually regaining his strength, which is not a good sign.

Dumbledore was not too worried about the resurrected Voldemort, because he was much stronger than before. If Voldemort dared to show up, Dumbledore was sure to beat him back to his original form.

But what can be done? Dumbledore is sure that Voldemort has made more than one Horcrux, and if all of his Horcruxes cannot be destroyed, he will come back sooner or later.

And he is already over a hundred years old, so Voldemort can really use the old man tactic to drag him to death.

Dumbledore felt a sense of urgency and felt that he had to take some action.

But he immediately thought of the big things that Hogwarts was going to do next semester, and he felt overwhelmed. He even thought about canceling the event.

If it weren't for the strong support of Professor White and the others, he wouldn't have done it in the first place... Eh? Wait!

The sense of urgency in Dumbledore's heart disappeared instantly, and at the same time he cursed himself for being old and confused. He was no longer fighting alone, and he had very reliable helpers!

With the help of Professor White, I can be much more relaxed.

As Dumbledore weighed the pros and cons, Black Mansion fell into silence. Harry and Sirius were nervously waiting for Dumbledore to announce the "verdict".

"Well, there's still time to learn Occlumency when school starts." Dumbledore agreed after thinking it over.

Harry and Sirius breathed a sigh of relief at the same time.

This is really great, Harry thought in his heart, he can survive for a while. As for what to do after school starts, he thinks he can leave this question to his future self. Besides, it is to be taught at Hogwarts, can it be the same as studying at Snape's house?

"I wish you a pleasant holiday." Dumbledore said this with a smile and left the Black house.

Harry just felt happy and decided to enjoy his wonderful vacation! Anyway, he had already contacted Professor Dumbledore about the scar, so he just had to take the medicine well.

Good days are always short-lived, and the day to go to the Burrow soon arrived.

Harry spent a wonderful time there, and met Ron's brothers and got to know each other. The sturdy dragon keeper Charlie and the cool curse breaker Bill both left a deep impression on Harry.

Harry didn't see Percy, though.

According to Mr. Weasley, Percy was appreciated by the bigwigs in the Ministry of Magic and was entrusted with important tasks. He was so busy every day that he seldom went home.

"Really, he works too hard. He looks so haggard." Mrs. Weasley complained with a frown, but the pride in her tone could not be suppressed at all.

The day to go to the Quidditch World Cup Finals soon arrived, and Rice set off with Daphne and Astoria. Mr. Henry set off in advance to contact the important officials of the Ministry of Magic of various countries.

"I don't like portkeys." Les rubbed his belly.

He and the Greengrass sisters had just used a portkey to arrive at the site of the World Cup finals - a desolate, foggy swamp.

The portkey was a terrible experience, like a hook tugging at your belly button.

After taking two deep breaths to suppress the discomfort in his stomach, Les looked around the surroundings. Needless to say, this place reminded him of his hometown.

I also came out of the swamp.

Two wizards dressed in extremely strange attire came and took back the portkey from them, and told the three the location of the campsite.

After they left, Les frowned and asked, "Why are they dressed like that? Is it the custom in this area?"

Astoria knew the answer to this question. She told Rice that in order to reduce the suspicion of Muggles, the officials of the Ministry of Magic all adopted Muggle dress.

Les:…

He really didn't know how to complain. In his opinion, it would be better to just wear wizard robes. This outfit was too conspicuous!

"This bunch of people..." Rice stopped talking halfway because he felt despair just thinking about it!

How can a bunch of idiots like this fight against Muggles?

With a heart heavier than the morning fog, Les brought Daphne and Astoria to their campsite.

Because the Greengrass family got very good tickets, they didn't need to come here a week in advance. They could come on the day of the game and leave first after the game.

When he arrived at the campsite, Les' mood suddenly improved, because there were countless wizards gathered here. The number was unprecedented in his life. There were hundreds of tents in their camp alone, and there were no less than a thousand wizards gathered, and there were hundreds of such camps.

Rice looked around like a curious baby, wishing to take in all the customs and people.

After walking and stopping along the way, the three finally arrived at the camping site assigned to them.

Their territory was at the edge of the woods at the end of the camp, next to the clearing of a wizarding family called the Wezzleys, who hadn't arrived yet either.

Daphne took out the tent from her small backpack and pointed it with her wand, while Astoria set up the stove and started a fire.

Les watched the two little girls busying around with a smile on his face.

All the suffering before was not in vain, and the raised blood pressure was not in vain!

He couldn't help but think of the scenes when he was traveling with his three old friends. It was the same scene back then. Godric made the fire, Helga cooked, and Rowena found a place to stay.

What was Salazar doing? Salazar was not completely without contribution. He earned the travel expenses of several people - there was no other way, the potion master was so popular.

"We still have to get some water." After Daphne set up the tent, she looked at the empty kettle and thought she had to get some water.

Les was silent.

Going to the faucet to get water in front of yourself is simply a humiliation to yourself!

Rice grabbed the kettle and stood there, and clear spring water gushed out of the kettle.

In less than a minute, they had a full pot of water, and the water quality was far better than the camp's water supply.

"We are wizards, Daphne!" Les said in a disappointed tone.

The water was placed on the stove, and sausages were grilled next to the fire.

When the tea was brewed and the sausages were roasted, the mysterious "Wezeley" family also appeared.

"Harry, Ron?" Looking at the familiar faces appearing in front of him, Leslie immediately understood what "Wezley" was.

"Good morning. I didn't expect to meet you here. What a coincidence." Harry was also very happy to see Les and Daphne.

Seeing the Greengrass sisters, Fred and George, who were standing behind Arthur, also had their eyes lit up: they knew that these two were wealthy sponsors.

As Mr. Weasley was busy setting up the tent, the two came over with a smile. However, they did not talk to Daphne and Astoria rashly, but chatted with Les first.

"We have made some new inventions recently." Fred smiled and stuffed a toffee into Les's hand.

"Oh? Food magic?" Les' interest was immediately piqued.

"Yes, do you want to try it?" George winked at Les.

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