Harry lifted the birdcage on the table to the ground, leaving a clear space. He sat down in the chair in front of the table and fell into thinking.
Harry knew that his scar had some magical abilities and had an inexplicable connection with Voldemort. Whenever Voldemort appeared around him, his scar would detect him as keenly as a detector and then call the police.
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The alarm signal is a stinging pain.
That's why Harry was so uneasy.
Harry sat at the table, quietly listening to the sounds outside. If Voldemort was by his side, would he have already arrived at Privet Drive? Could he be standing on a corner of the street facing him?
Spying? Harry was a little distracted. This unknown and confusion made him irritable. For a moment, he felt that Voldemort was standing behind him, grinning at him.
But he pinched the wand and turned around suddenly. Behind him was still the bed that still looked very messy. There was some noise outside the window, but it was just someone's dog barking at night in the distance.
As for the Dursley family, they are all immersed in sleep at this time!
Harry was a little jealous of them, they were silly, naive, and completely free of worries - those intrigues among Muggles were not considered worries.
Harry sighed. Even though the scar hurt, he didn't know what to do. He didn't even know who to ask for help! The Dursleys? Stop it. Muggles don't know anything about magic.
, even if they are willing to help - the probability is lower than winning the lottery - they can only send themselves to the hospital and make an appointment with a private doctor.
His eyes fell on an open book, which was a gift from his good friend Ron, called "Flying with the Cannons". On the open pages, there was a man wearing an orange-red team uniform.
The boys are throwing Quaffles to each other. Ron is a die-hard fan of this team. Even though this team has been in decline for nearly a hundred years, he has always supported it.
This book reminded Harry of his best friend Ron Weasley. If he wrote to him, what would he say? Ron Weasley's voice seemed to appear in his mind: Yours
The scar hurts? But the mysterious man is now... I mean, I don't know, he is coming to harm you? Is that possible? I don't know, let me ask dad, but...
Don't be too sad, maybe the curse scar will have some side effects, after all, it is the scar left by the mysterious man's killing curse.
Ron's freckled face seemed to appear in front of Harry. Ron's father, Mr. Weasley, worked in the Ministry of Magic, but Harry felt that he could not provide much help in this kind of matter, and might even make Weasley angry.
The Sly family was in panic.
Ron's twin brothers will definitely know about this, and that will be troublesome! If it turns out that the scar has nothing to do with Voldemort, Harry feels that he will definitely become a source of happiness for both of them.
Another reason why Harry didn't want to discuss the scar with Ron was that he was going to live with the Weasleys for a while. The Weasleys were Harry's favorite family in the world, and it would be great to live with them.
It is the happiest thing for him. He is not willing to ruin this beautiful life because of a stupid scar. Think about it, when he lived at the Weasley house, everyone nervously asked him about the scar.
What a disappointment!
Who else could he write to to tell his story? The first name that came to his mind was Professor Dumbledore. In fact, if it weren't for the book "Flying with the Cannon", Dumbledore would be It should be the first person he thinks of asking for help.
But Harry had no idea where Dumbledore went during the holidays. Harry imagined Dumbledore wearing a pointed wizard hat, gray robes, and holding a cane, trekking through the Alps. Of course, It didn't matter whether he knew Dumbledore's location or not. Harry believed that his owl Hedwig would be able to find him.
But how should I write this letter?
[Dear Professor Dumbledore, I'm sorry to bother you, but my scar is hurting this morning]
These things just appeared in Harry's mind and were erased by him.
Harry scratched his head, his hair was a little messy again. His hair had always been so unruly, maybe only magic shampoo could save Harry's hair. But looking at his father's photo, Harry felt that magic could solve it. Can't solve the problem with his hair.
Harry knew that what he really needed was someone who could take the place of his parents, an adult wizard, and a wizard who couldn't even ask silly questions.
There was an excellent choice, but Sirius warned himself before the holiday not to write to him. Who else could he choose?
A handsome face appeared in his mind.
Tom Yoder!
Why not ask Tom: What about yodeling?
Although he was the same age as himself, Harry had a vague feeling that this man was far beyond him in magical attainments and that he might have some unique insights.
Harry immediately took a piece of parchment, dipped his quill in ink, leaned over the desk and started writing quickly.
At this time, what is this amazing Tom: Mr. Yoder doing?
He didn't sleep either, but lay in front of his desk and drew sketches. The patterns he drew were extremely complex and looked dazzling. People who didn't know alchemy would even feel dizzy at first glance.
This is an alchemical magic weapon that Tom plans to refine recently. He thinks that if this thing is made, it will be at least a four-star level, and may even reach a five-star level.
Spring River Plumbing Duck Prophet, as a participant in Dumbledore's plan, he knew that the Dark Lord Tom Riddle would make a comeback this year. Tom believed in Dumbledore, but he still wanted to give himself some trump cards.
It would be unwise to compete head-on with Voldemort for spells, so he could use some tricks - the biggest difference between humans and monkeys is whether they can use tools. And the biggest difference between alchemists and ordinary wizards is whether they can use magic props.
For Voldemort, Tom spent all the two hundred galleons he earned from Delis to buy magic silver and other alchemical materials.
After he started making large magic items, Tom realized that alchemy was really expensive! His two hundred galleons disappeared like water, which made him a little regretful that he couldn't work with him. The Ministry of Magic negotiated that deal. That stupid woman was so greedy! Ten galleons for a pair of anti-curse gloves, and she could only earn some hard-earned money, no profit at all.
Tom also went to Mr. Ollivander and shamelessly asked him for his magic silver staff. His original plan was to melt the staff and create other magic props. However, he recently Got a whole new idea.
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