HP Magic Biography

In fact, Harry has stayed at home since he last saw Fanlin and Hermione.

However, this was not a pleasant experience for him. That kind of strange and **** dream entangled him like a nightmare, which made his mental state very bad.

...

Harry lay flat on his back, breathing hard, as if he was running. A very realistic dream awakened him, and he covered his face with his hands. The old scar on his forehead, like a thunderbolt, burned under his fingers, as if someone had pressed a red-burning iron wire against his skin.

He sat up, pressed the scar with one hand, and grabbed the glasses with the other hand in the dark. The glasses were on the table next to the bed. He put on his glasses, and he could see clearly in the bedroom, because the faint fog-like orange light shone through the curtains in the room.

This is the smallest bedroom in Dursley's family. It used to be Dali's storage room, but it now belongs to him.

After going to Hogwarts, the Dursley family hated him more straightforwardly, but it is undeniable that his life has changed a lot because of this.

They are afraid of magic, unknown power.

Ha used his finger to touch the scar and it was still in pain. He turned on the light beside him, got up from the bed, walked to the other side of the room, opened the closet, and looked in the mirror inside the cabinet door: a thin fourteen The year-old boy looked at him, his black hair was messy, and a pair of bright green eyes showed a puzzled look. He approached a little full-length mirror to examine the thunderbolt-shaped scar. It looks normal, but it still feels hot.

Harry tried his best to recall the things in his dream before waking up. It all seemed so real.... There were two people, but he didn't know them. He didn't understand why this scene appeared in his mind. .

He tried desperately to concentrate all his energy, what did he want to remember...

The dim picture of the dark room came towards him. It was a very old house, like an aristocratic manor, but it looked like it had not been repaired for a long time.

The wooden floor of the house was very shabby, which reminded him of the screaming shed, but it was not so messy.

After a while, as the picture progressed, a snake climbed along the stairs. The black and green patterns were mixed. The snake was very big, just like the Brazilian python he let go from the zoo.

This seems very aggressive.

The snake crawled slowly, bypassing the door panel, and the light in the room was not very bright, even very cold.

Through the gap in the door, Harry saw a man kneeling in front of a sofa seat.

The man was wearing a black leather jacket, with cyan and stubble on his face. It looked like he hadn't been cleaned for a long time, at least his face was not so pretty.

"My master, your most faithful servant..."

the host? servant?

This kind of vocabulary is still used only among the nobles. Of course, the house elves are also called so, Fanlin has given up on Dobby's correction.

That nervous little elf.

There is also a man in a cloak in the room. His face is very pale, like the one that can't see the sun all day long, but his eyes are indeed dark red and look a little muddy.

Harry had never seen such pupils before.

The man stood aside respectfully, but the feeling this gave Fanlin was indeed very dangerous.

But then, what made Harry even worse was that he heard Voldemort's voice.

As if swallowing a large chunk of ice alive, Harry swore that even if he was hit by Fanlin's curse, he had never felt so cold.

"You did a great job, my servant." Voldemort's voice was very hoarse, but it was very gentle.

"With the help of Tefrey, I have had a short body, but as you can see, I am still very weak."

Tefrey? This is the name of the silent man?

But what made Harry even more concerned, Voldemort actually had his own body, this is not good news, Voldemort is resurrected?

Harry wanted to keep listening, but the couch that snake climbed on.

Snake whispers rang, and Voldemort said before Harry could think.

"Nagini told me that the Muggle steward of this house stood outside the door and listened."

Immediately afterwards, Tefrey stood at the door, his movements were quick.

"Let me welcome our guest personally, Tefrey," Voldemort said, and the chair he was sitting on turned toward the door.

Harry closed his eyes tightly. He tried hard to think about Voldemort's appearance, but it was impossible. All Harry could remember was the fear and convulsions he felt when Voldemort's chair was turning. …, maybe the pain of the scar awakened him?

Who is that old man? Because there must be such an old man. Harry saw him fall to the ground. All this became blurred and unclear. Ha used his hands to cover his face and used his house to compose the picture, trying to grasp the picture of the dark room, but doing so was like spooning water with a synthetic cup-shaped hand. When he wanted to remember those details, they all slipped away...Voldemort and his two followers were talking about the person they had killed~www.wuxiaspot.com~ but the name of that person could not be remembered... And they are planning to kill someone again... he...

Harry took his hands away, opened his eyes, and looked around the room as if he wanted to see something unusual. Yes, there are really many unusual things in his room.

A big box at the foot of the bed was opened, revealing a big steam pot, broom, black shizi, and different kinds of spelling textbooks. Rolls of parchment were scattered on his desk, not in the big and empty cage, which was where his snowy owl roosted. There is a book on the floor next to the bed. This book is open. He read it before going to bed last night. The pictures in the book are moving. The men in bright orange robes were riding on the broomsticks, seeing them for a while and invisible for a while, throwing a red ball at each other.

Harry walked towards the book, picked it up, and saw a wizard scoring a good ball by throwing the ball through a fifty-foot ring. He closed the book sharply. In Harry's view, even the best moves in the Quidditch World Cup cannot appeal to him at this moment.

He put "Flying in a Cannon" on the table beside the bed, walked to the window, opened the curtains, and looked at the street below.

It was really a bad night, at least Harry had a very difficult time.