The Day of the Draw at Hogwarts

Itchy, very itchy!

This was an experience Harry had never had since he was born. It was like a person's growth rate being accelerated ten thousand times.

Finally, with a large burst of steam, he stepped out of the crucible. The self who was a baby a few minutes ago is now an adult...

Harry had a vague suspicion in his mind.

"Put on my robe." A cold, sharp voice sounded.

The moment he spoke in his dream, Harry felt like his forehead was about to split. He suddenly turned over and sat up in bed, and Harry finally woke up from this weird dream.

Harry touched the quilt under him and found that it was wet with his own sweat again. The next second, he felt dizzy again, as if someone was cutting his head with a chainsaw.

"Harry, are you okay?" The noise Harry made woke up Ron who was in the bed next to him. He jumped up and looked at his friend with concern.

"It's okay... No, it's okay. I have a headache..." Harry spoke hesitantly, "I had a very strange dream..."

"I'm going to call my dad." Ron stood up from the bed without thinking. Harry wanted to stop him, but his outstretched hand was empty. Ron had quickly left the room.

After a while, Mr. Weasley came over.

"Harry, I heard you have a headache?"

Harry was a little embarrassed. He still held out hope that this might be just a nightmare - although even he didn't believe this. Reason told him that he should report the matter to a reliable adult wizard now, but deep down in his heart he still had some resistance.

Despite the resistance, Harry nodded honestly.

Mr. Weasley was silent for a moment, "It's very possible that the person who stole your blood is casting a curse. The headaches and nightmares are all the effects of the curse... Harry, I need to take you to see a doctor - Ron, you stay Sleep well here."

Harry breathed a sigh of relief, this statement seemed acceptable and more credible. Ron's expression changed, but after thinking about it carefully, it seemed that he couldn't help Harry by following him, so he returned to his bed.

"Thank you for your hard work, Mr. Weasley." Harry felt a little guilty. Mr. Weasley was already very tired and had to run around because of himself. It's hard to find a doctor in the middle of the night.

When Harry threw on a coat and came to the tent door, ready to go out with Mr. Weasley, the tent curtain was opened first, and a tall figure appeared in front of the two of them.

"Professor Dumbledore!" Harry saw the person he wanted to see most now.

"Arthur sent me a letter, telling me about your kidnapping. I thought about it and decided to rush over to see your condition with my own eyes - it can be seen that I came in time." Dumbledore He blinked, seemingly happy that he had appeared in time.

"Professor Dumbledore, I-" Harry wanted to tell his story urgently, but Dumbledore stretched out a hand and interrupted him.

"Let's find a quiet place to chat. There is nothing more disgusting than talking loudly at night." Dumbledore glanced at the other rooms in the tent, and then motioned for Harry to follow him out.

Dumbledore took Harry out of the tent, and Mr. Weasley went back to his room to sleep peacefully - with Dumbledore here, he didn't need to worry about anything.

At this time, the campground had fallen into silence. Those who wanted to leave early had already left. Those who stayed here were assigned to tents and fell asleep peacefully. In the huge camp, only Harry and Dumbledore were wandering around.

"Tom's spell is becoming more and more powerful... Maybe I need to install a fire protection system in Hogwarts." Dumbledore looked at the charred tent remnants piled beside the camp and sighed from the bottom of his heart. One sentence.

"Then Seamus will touch it by mistake many, many times." Seamus is Harry's classmate and a Gryffindor. He seems to be very talented in explosions and always makes some noise in class.

Perhaps because Dumbledore was around, Harry felt much more at ease, and he even had the heart to make a little joke.

Dumbledore smiled.

After laughing, he got to the point.

"I know tonight is a rich and over-the-top night for you. I know you need rest and an explanation most now." Behind Dumbledore's half-moon glasses were eyes as clear as lake water. He stared at He looked at Harry for a while and then told him: "Don't worry, it's not a curse, but can you tell me about that nightmare in detail?"

Harry asked for help and told Dumbledore everything exactly as he wished. Dumbledore's eyes gradually became deeper.

Most dreams will gradually become blurry after waking up, but Harry's memory of his dream was extremely clear, even the details were clear.

When retelling his nightmare, he also observed Dumbledore's reaction from time to time, but to his disappointment, Dumbledore had almost no reaction at all, just being a good listener. His eyes only flickered when Harry got to the blood part.

Dumbledore seemed a little relieved? Maybe you’re just blinding yourself! Harry told himself this.

After listening to Harry's story, Dumbledore's eyes narrowed. He lowered his eyes and looked at Harry, "There are some things that knowing too early will only become a burden. But I can tell you responsibly." , from a certain perspective this is not a bad thing, these are all expected.”

Harry:…

Dumbledore's words were a bit difficult for him to understand. He mustered up all his courage and asked Dumbledore: "Is the resurrected person Voldemort?"

Dumbledore turned his back to Harry and said in an unquestionable tone: "Harry, it's time for you to go back to bed."

Harry knew that he would never get any more news from Dumbledore. There was even a flash of dissatisfaction in his heart: Why didn't Dumbledore want to talk to him frankly? It was like this every time, leaving him confused! Why do you have to say that the time is not right? If it were Tom Yoder, the timing might be right!

Maybe he had other plans, Harry could only persuade himself this way.

He returned to the tent and tried to comfort himself: at least Professor Dumbledore knew everything, and his scar no longer hurt after he appeared. These are all good things, right?

With mixed emotions, Harry fell asleep again.

At the same time, in the public gathering in the remote village of Little Hangleton, a man who looked like a skeleton put on a black robe with the help of his loyal servants.

He was tall and thin, his face was paler than a skull, his eyes were red, and his nose was like a snake, with only two slits.

With the help of bones, flesh, and blood, Voldemort made a comeback.

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good night everybody.