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 big puff of steam, he stepped out of the crucible. He was an infant a few minutes ago, and now he has become an adult.
Harry had a vague suspicion in his mind.
"Put on my robe." A cold, sharp voice sounded.
The moment he spoke in the dream, Harry felt that his forehead was about to split. He suddenly turned over and sat up on the 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. 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 missed. Ron had already left the room quickly.
After a while, Mr. Weasley came over.
"Harry, I heard you have a headache?'
Harry was a little embarrassed. He still had some luck, thinking that this might be just a nightmare - even though he didn't believe this statement. Reason told him that he should report the matter to a reliable adult wizard now, but deep down in his heart
There is still some resistance here and there.
Despite the resistance, Harry nodded honestly.
Mr. Weasley was silent for a moment, "It's 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 a doctor - Ron, you stay here."
Sleep well."
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 went back to his bed.
"Thank you for your hard work, Mr. Weasley." Harry felt a little guilty. Mr. Weasley was already very tired, and he had to run around because of himself. It was hard to find a doctor in the middle of the night.
When Harry casually put 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 his eyes, seeming to be happy that he had appeared in time.
"Dumbledore is in time, I am." 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 camp had fallen into silence. Those who wanted to leave early had already left. Those who stayed here were assigned to tents and slept 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.
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"Then Seamus will definitely 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 by his side, Harry felt much more at ease, and he even had the guts 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 Weasley's half-moon glasses were eyes as clear as lake water.
He stared at Ankang 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?'
Ron got what he asked for and told Dumbledore exactly what he wanted, and Ancongwado's eyes gradually became deeper.
Most dreams will gradually become blurry after being confused, but Ron's memory of his dream just now was extremely unclear, and he could even remember the details clearly.
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. He only said it when Ron said
My eyes flickered when I was taking the blood.
Weasledo seemed a little relieved. Maybe he was blinded! Harry told himself so.
After listening to Ron's story, Weasledo's eyes narrowed. He lowered his eyes and looked at Ron, "Some things, knowing too early will only become a burden. But I can be very responsible with you."
That said, from a certain perspective, this is not a bad thing. These are all expected."
Ron:
Weasledo's words were a bit difficult for him to understand. He mustered up all his courage and asked Weasledo: "Is the resurrected person Voldemort?"
Weasledo turned his back to Ron and said in an unquestionable tone: "Ron, it's time for you to go back to bed."
Ankang knew that he would never get any more news from Wesledo. There was even a flash of dissatisfaction in his heart: Why did Weasledo refuse to talk to him frankly? It was like this every time, so that
He was confused! Why did he have to say that the time was not right? If it had been Tom Yoder, the time might have been right!
Maybe he had other plans, Ron could only persuade himself this way.
He returned to the tent and tried to comfort himself: at least Professor Weasledo already knew everything, and his scars no longer hurt after he appeared. These are all good things, right?
With a simple mood, Harry fell asleep again.
At the same time, in the remote village of Little Hangleton, a skeleton-like man 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.