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"Harry! Harry!"

Harry opened his eyes. He was lying on the floor of Professor Troney's room, his face covered with his hands.

His scar was still burning so bad it made his eyes water. The pain is real. The whole class was standing around him now, and Ron was kneeling next to him, looking terrified.

"Are you okay?" Ron asked concerned.

"Of course he's not good!" said Professor Trauni, looking very excited. Her big eyes looked straight at him.

"What was it, Potter? An omen? A monster? A ghost? What did you see?"

"Nothing," Harry lied. He sat up, still feeling himself shaking.

He couldn't help but look around, looking at the shadows behind him. Voldemort's voice was once so close...

"You were scratching at your scar!" Professor Trauni said. "You're rolling around on the ground scratching at your scar! Tell me, Potter, I've been through this before!"

Harry looked up at her.

"I have to go to the school doctor's office," he said. "I have a headache."

"My dear, there is no doubt that you must have been stimulated by the super strong sense in my room!" Trauni said. "If you leave now, you'll lose the chance to see more—"

"I don't want to see anything but a headache tablet," Harry said. He stood up.

Everyone stepped back to make way, looking discouraged.

"Goodbye," Harry whispered to Ron, picked up his bag and walked towards the door. Ignoring Professor Trauni, who looked frustrated, as if she had just missed a good opportunity.

Harry came down the ladder, but he didn't go to the infirmary, he had no intention of going there.

Fan Lin once told him what he should do if the scar hurt again, and he was about to do it:

He walked directly in the direction of Fan Linzai.

As he walked down the corridor, he thought about what he had just seen and heard in his dream...it was just as vivid as the dream he had in Privette Street that woke him up...he thought about everything in his mind. details, lest he forget... He had heard Voldemort accuse Peters of making a big mistake... but the owl brought good news, the mistake had been corrected, someone had gone completely crazy... so that person didn't have to be caught To feed the snake... and he, Harry, would be eaten by the snake as a substitute...

This was terrible. Harry had never realized how disgusting it was. Voldemort's voice was like a thorn in his throat. If Harry moved even a little bit, he would be stabbed hard.

Harry waited outside for a while. Fan Lin and the others finished class very early, at least much earlier than Professor Tawny. As soon as Harry arrived at the door of the classroom, Fan Lin and Hermione walked out of it.

"What's wrong, Harry?" Fan Lin asked in surprise. Seeing Harry here really surprised him.

"Something, Fanlin, my scar hurts again, only this time it's worse." Harry whispered.

Fan Lin's expression changed, "Have you seen him?"

"And the snake," Harry said.

"Sorry, Hermione, I think Harry and I need to go find Dumbledore." Fan Lin said, he has always wanted to go find Dumbledore, and there has been no response to the news brought by Crouch. , this is very important, and Harry's problem must also be solved.

The two said goodbye to Hermione, turned around and walked past Dumbledore's office.

"What happened this time?" Fan Lin asked.

"I don't know, it was very sudden..." Harry said, "Suddenly, I was pulled somewhere, Voldemort... He was very angry... he was punishing a guy named Peters... and then... that guy was very Lucky, what do you mean the target is crazy...Fan Lin, are they talking about Crouch?"

Fan Lin didn't speak. The information Harry obtained this time was terrifyingly clear. The connection between him and Voldemort was getting stronger and stronger, which meant that Voldemort's strength was recovering more and more.

Fan Lin didn't quite understand. Voldemort's strength had recovered beyond his imagination. Although he hadn't noticed the connection between Harry and him yet, Harry was able to get some information very clearly.

This also means that Voldemort has at least recovered a large part of his spellcasting ability.

The gap between a weakened Voldemort and the Dark Lord who has regained his ability to cast spells is naturally self-evident.

There are also those things that Voldemort did, the mutated vampire, it was simply a black magic monster. Fan Lin had seen those wounds, a power so dark that it would take a lot of effort to dispel it.

If left alone, the wound would be like Harry's forehead. There was no way to heal that kind of wound.

And Harry was recalling what he saw, Voldemort...Voldemort, damn, his scar will always be the same as new. This is very bad. Now he just wants to stop the damn pain so that he can relax for a moment.

The two people walked with their own thoughts, and no one noticed that they had passed the door leading to Dumbledore's office guarded by the stone beast.

Fan Lin blinked and finally realized it, so he walked back and stopped in front of it, and then he remembered that he didn't know the password.

"Do you know the password? Harry?" Fan Lin asked.

"Lemon juice?" Harry asked tentatively.

The stone beast did not move.

"Okay," said Harry, glaring at it, "pear juice. Uh--Leggros wand. Trouble's Best Bubble Gum. Betty Burt's Tasty Beans... Oh no, he doesn't like those, does he?... Oh, can’t you open the door?”

he said angrily. "I really need to see him right away. It's urgent!"

The Stone Beast remains stone-hearted.

Harry kicked him hard, but to no avail except holding his toes and crying out in pain.

Fan Lin was speechless. Harry turned around and didn't know the password, which was very embarrassing.

Fanlin took two steps forward. He had to recall the food placed in Dumbledore's office.

"Chocolate frog candy!" Fan Lin shouted tentatively, "Candy sticks! Cockroach skewers!"

The stone beast suddenly came to life and jumped aside.

Harry blinked. "Cockroach skewers?" he said in surprise.

"I'm just kidding..." Fan Lin shrugged, "Anyway, let's go in first."

The two people hurriedly jumped into the gap in the wall, and then walked to the foot of the spiral stone staircase, which slowly went up.

The door closed behind the two men.

The stone stairs led him to a beautiful oak door with a copper buckle.

He could hear voices coming from the office as Harry descended the spiral staircase, hesitating. (To be continued)