Chapter 523 Worried Harry

However, the light words could not bring Harry much sense of security.

The bad connection with Voldemort was like a sword hanging over Harry's head. He didn't realize it at first, but until those vampires rushed over with a clear goal, this feeling made Harry very powerless.

"Hey, listen to me, Harry, you should relax your mind." Sirius put one hand on Harry's shoulder. He is now Harry's father, but it is obvious that he doesn't know his godson well enough.

"Yeah."

Harry nodded, and he couldn't get anything useful from Sirius.

Harry knew the thoughts of these adults very well, and Hermione's way of thinking, only Dumbledore was the only answer to solve the problem.

Harry was thinking wildly, and he didn't know why he thought so, but it was always Dumbledore.

Harry didn't want to trouble his headmaster.

Because of a dream? Because of some crazy thoughts of children?

Dumbledore was too busy, and Harry didn't think he should bother him.

But fortunately, he also had his own way.

It didn't take long to check the work of defensive magic.

Sirius finished his work quickly with Harry, and the two walked into the tent together.

"Go back to sleep quickly, remember, you are yourself, there is nothing to question about it." Sirius said, and then he turned back to Mr. Weasley's room in Hogwarts.

Poor Mr. Weasley had to patrol outside all night.

This night was definitely not peaceful, and any disturbance might attract the attention of everyone in the Ministry of Magic.

If anyone wanted to get over it, he would definitely be greeted by rows of coma spells from the Ministry of Magic.

Although he would not die, it would be very bad to have so many coma spells on his body, and it would be difficult to wake up.

Harry returned to the room in the dark, and he did not turn on the light, for he was afraid of waking up his friends.

Ron had fallen asleep, and Harry could hear his even snoring, which felt very familiar.

Now, he lived in the same room with Ron and Vanlin.

"Harry, is that you?" Vanlin asked, and the tingling in his body made him not so stable.

"Hmm..." Harry nodded. He knew that Fanlin could see it. Three years of Hogwarts life made them understand each other very thoroughly.

"Where have you been? I didn't see you when I came back just now." Fanlin said. With the help of Hermione, Fanlin simply treated his wounds, which made him feel better.

Those wounds are easily necrotic when frozen, which is very bad.

"I went to help Sirius. You know, he doesn't have much magic power."

"What did he do? Check the defensive magic?" Fanlin asked.

"Well, yes, after all, he was attacked again after he went out."

"You are too nervous. Trevor dare not come back. He is not much better than me." Fanlin laughed.

"Ah, yes, after all, these things have been bad for a long time..."

Harry's mood is a little wrong. From the tone, you can hear that Fanlin knows Harry too well, even better than Harry himself. After all, Fanlin has read Harry's life.

"What do you want to say, Harry?" Fanlin tried to ask. If he didn't speak, Harry might not be able to find a way to speak.

"I want to say... want to say, about..."

"That vampire, right? You've seen him." Fanlin said. He knew exactly what Harry was worried about.

It was not surprising that Harry first told him the name of Trevor.

Harry had seen the characters in his dreams. He saw Voldemort and these people plotting something. Then today, this vampire led his men to attack the venue of the Quidditch World Cup.

If Harry didn't feel strange, he wouldn't be Harry. Even Fanlin could wonder if someone else had come.

"Yes, you know, I've seen him, in a house... with... Voldemort."

Harry said with an ugly face. He felt bad when he thought of the name Voldemort. He hated the name very much.

Since he was a child, Voldemort's influence always appeared in his mind.

After entering the magic world, he knew that those strange images came from a powerful and bad wizard.

"It feels bad. I don't know what it means, but things like this always make me feel that I can know something, but I can't do anything. It feels very powerless."

"Harry, you should know that there is some connection between Voldemort and you." Fan Lin frowned and said.

"I know, he left this on my head." Harry pointed to the scar on his head, "It was still hurting just now."

"What about now?" Fan Lin asked.

"It doesn't hurt anymore, just like before, it seems that Voldemort's men really left."

Fan Lin paused. Harry was more perceptive than he thought. It seemed that he had discovered something himself.

If Dumbledore knew about it, he would be very happy, but at the same time, such a Harry would be very troublesome for Dumbledore, but who knows?

"Voldemort... is he resurrected?" Harry asked.

"Ah..." Fan Lin nodded, "with the help of Trevor."

"That's right, otherwise they wouldn't have attacked... So what I saw was real?"

"That can't be said, Harry." Fan Lin said.

"You know, the connection between Voldemort and you is incomplete, so when he is still weak, you can see most of the truth, but if he fully recovers, you can only see what he wants you to see."

Fan Lin said with some embarrassment, "To be honest, there is no way to deal with this. You know, I have been studying this kind of thing since the first grade, but I haven't found any way, and brain occlusion is the only feasible way now."

"But, I tried, but I couldn't find the state you said at all, and even, I couldn't even empty my brain." Harry said a little frustrated.

"This requires training, Harry." Fan Lin said, "When I return to Hogwarts, I can ask Professor Snape about his brain occlusion..."

"This is really too bad." Harry frowned, he felt very irritated.

"Harry, you must stay calm and not be affected by Voldemort's will. If you can influence him in turn, you will have the ability to defeat him."

"It's difficult..."

"It's difficult, but it's not impossible... It's still a long time..."

Fan Lin smiled. Maybe Harry would believe it, but he himself...

He was trying to make Harry fall into Voldemort's hands under his control.

Harry nodded and lay on the bed.

Ron's snoring became much quieter. The two were afraid that Ron would hear these bad topics, so they naturally didn't continue. (To be continued)