Chapter 481: Writing a Letter

On a Saturday morning, Privette Street still looked like a nice suburban street. All the curtains were closed, and there was no one, not even a cat, as far as Harry could see in the darkness.

But...but...Harry walked back to the bed restlessly, sat down, and touched the scar on his head with his fingers.

It wasn't the pain that bothered him, Harry was no stranger to injuries and pain. All the bones in his right arm were gone and he had to endure the pain of growing them overnight. Shortly after, his right arm was pierced by a fang almost a foot long. Just last year I fell fifty feet off a flying broomstick. He was used to the odd accident and injury. As soon as you enter Hogwarts, the first thing you learn is to get into trouble. These things are inevitable.

In fact, this is not Harry taking the initiative to find trouble, but there is really no way to deal with such things. Otherwise, what would you ask Malfoy to do, and Voldemort?

However, what bothered Harry was that this time, the scars were hurting him. Maybe Voldemort was once nearby... but Voldemort can't be here now... Think of Voldemort walking on Privet Street, Little Whinging, or Privet Drive? This idea is ridiculous and completely impossible...

Harry listened carefully in the silence. He longed to hear the creak of the stairs, he longed to hear the rustle of coats. Then he jumped slightly when he heard Dudley's cousin snoring loudly in the next room.

The pig's tail really suited him, although Harry felt that sometimes Dudley's behavior was trying to discredit pigs.

Harry shook his body angrily. He had been so stupid just now. There was no one else in the house except Uncle Dursley, Aunt Petunia, and Cousin Dudley. They were all still sleeping, undisturbed and in no pain.

What Harry liked most about them was when they were asleep. Even if they were awake, they would not be of any help to him. The three of them were Harry's only relatives in the world.

They are not wizards. They hate magic and despise magic. Of course, Harry is in their family.

Harry was away from here for the first three years, going to Hogwarts, and they explained to the neighbors that Harry was in juvenile detention center in St. Maudo. They knew very well that an underage wizard was not allowed to use magic outside Hogwarts, but if there was any problem in the house, they would blame him.

It was simply too bad to be in the Dursley family. It would have been better if Fan Lin was here, but Fan Lin went to Athens and he just sent Fan Lin away last month.

Now, here, it's just the Dursleys.

But Harry would never believe them, nor would he tell them his life experiences in the wizarding world. As for waiting for them to wake up and go to them, telling them about the scars and worrying about Voldemort, that was all. Ridiculous.

Let them know what Voldemort has done, and they will definitely be scared to death.

However, it was precisely because of Voldemort that Harry came here to live with Dudley. If it were not for Voldemort, Harry would not have the scar on his forehead. If it were not for Voldemort, Harry's parents would still be alive... …

That night Voldemort, the most powerful dark wizard of this century who had been in power for eleven years, came to his home and killed his father and mother. Harry was only one year old at that time. Finally, Voldemort pointed his wand at Harry. Voldemort wanted to cast the spell that had destroyed many adult witches and wizards, which had brought him step by step to the top of power, but incredibly, the spell didn't work.

Not only did Harry not be killed, Voldemort also suffered retribution for it. Harry survived except for a thunderbolt scar on his forehead, but Voldemort was nearly destroyed. His strength gone, his spirit almost completely broken, he fled. As a result, the fear among the wizarding community disappeared, and Voldemort's followers dispersed. Harry Potter became famous in one fell swoop.

On his eleventh birthday, Harry discovered that he was a wizard, which was surprising enough to him. What surprised him even more was that he discovered that everyone in the hidden wizarding world knew his name. Harry had been to Hogwarts and found that wherever he went everyone turned their heads and whispered behind him.

However, this was all given to him by his mother, and both Fanlin and Dumbledore explained it to him in detail.

Such a thing can be said to be an honor, and it should be borne by his mother.

But now I'm used to it. Once this summer is over, the fourth year at Hogwarts will begin, and the days to return to the castle are numbered.

But school doesn’t start in two weeks. He looked around for a moment, his eyes resting on the birthday card, which was sent by his three good friends at the end of July. If you wrote to them and told them about the scar, what would they say?

Immediately, Hermione Granger's voice sounded in his head, her voice harsh and a little panicked.

"Does your scar hurt? Harry, that's really serious. Write to Professor Dumbledore. I'll go to the Charms Unit. Maybe I can find a spell there to heal the scars left by dark magic..." "

Yes, that would indeed be Hermione's suggestion, go directly to the Headmaster of Hogwarts and look for a book to read at the same time. Harry looked at the blue-black sky outside. He doubted whether there was such a book that could help him. As far as he knew, he was the only wizard to escape Voldemort's curse. So it's almost impossible to find the pain symptoms listed in a regular spellcaster.

As for telling the principal, I don’t know where he went to amuse himself after the holidays.

No, Fanlin said that he and Dumbledore were both in Athens.

Well, Harry hasn't been anywhere. In fact, Harry has never left England. Maybe he should go out and take a look.

However, no matter where Dumbledore is, Harry is sure that Hedwig can find Dumbledore. Harry's owl has never failed. It can always deliver the letter to anyone accurately, even without an address. . But what did he write about?

"Dear Professor Dumbledore, I'm sorry to bother you, but my scars are stinging this morning. Yours truly, Harry Potter."

Words floated through his mind, words that sounded downright stupid.

So Harry tried hard to think about the reaction of his other best friend Ron Weasley. For a moment, Ron's long-nosed, pockmarked face seemed to float towards the ground, looking blank and confused. expression.

"Does your scar hurt? But...but 'that guy' can't get close to you?...I mean...you know, don't you? He might want to kill you again, doesn't he? I don't know , Harry, maybe the curse scar will always hurt...I will ask dad..."

Mr. Weasley is a fully qualified wizard who works in a Ministry of Magic office but has no specific experience in the matter of curses. Regardless, Harry didn't want the whole Weasley family to have to go around for a few minutes of his sting.

Mrs. Weasley would have said it worse than Hermione, and Fred George, Ron's sixteen-year-old twin brother, might have thought Harry was out of his mind. The Weasleys were Harry's favorite family. He hoped they would invite him to spend some time, (Ron had mentioned something about the Quidditch World Cup), but anyway, he didn't want them to worry about this and that when he visited them.

This is always a troublesome thing, some small bruises and stings, in exchange for endless trouble and worry.

Harry hated this, but there was nothing he could do about it.

And it seems that Fan Lin is the only one left.

Fan Lin appeared in front of Harry's eyes, a very handsome and outstanding little wizard.

Although Fan Lin is one year younger than Harry, this does not hinder Fan Lin's power.

It doesn't seem like a good idea to look at Fan Lin through the eyes of an ordinary little wizard.

Harry has never seen such a powerful little wizard, and Fanlin is even stronger than many ordinary adult wizards.

The unimaginable reserve of magical knowledge, as well as those novel magics, are something Harry does not have, and in Hogwarts, Fan Lin makes the decisions on many things.

Now it seems that this is the most appropriate thing to do, write a letter to Fanlin.

but……

Harry thought for a moment, and it seemed that he still had someone to choose.

Sirius, his godfather.

It has to be said that Sirius is a qualified father in Fanlin's eyes. At least, the care Harry feels from Sirius is something he has never experienced before.

The illusion of being protected by real relatives, I have to say, this is very warm.

However, what dissatisfied Harry was that Sirius was no longer the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor at Hogwarts.

Well, Sirius is indeed not suitable to be a professor. In this regard, Hermione does not have the authority to come.

Sirius focused more on practical combat, but this did not help them cope with the exam.

However, Sirius seemed to be in Athens with Fanlin, and the letters from Sirius and Fanlin were sent together.

What are they doing?

This kind of question has always existed in Harry's mind, but no one mentioned it in the letter.

Fanlin just went to study, Harry had no right to interfere with Dumbledore's words, and then Sirius...

Harry was indeed a little angry, but Sirius was still his godfather after all.

If you write a letter to Fanlin, Sirius should be able to read it, right?

This seems impossible.

However, writing to Fan Lin is indeed the best choice. Maybe Fan Lin can give him some good suggestions for magic.

Harry sat in front of the desk, and the quills were still placed on the table. In fact, after he got older, the Dursleys rarely entered his room. After all, he could do magic, and it wouldn't hurt to anger Harry. Not a wise choice.

Harry wrote out the dream in detail, trusting Hedwig even though he didn't have the exact address. (To be continued)