Chapter 905 Relief

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"Oh, stop all misunderstandings!" Hermione said hurriedly, "Listen, someone has already told us what you overheard with your eavesdropping ear last night."

"Really!" Harry roared. When he saw the snowflakes falling rapidly outside, he buried his hands deep in his pockets. "They're all talking about me, aren't they? Humph, I'm getting myself used to all this. ”

"We wanted to talk to you, Harry," Ginny said soothingly, "but you've been hiding since you came back from St. Mungo's Hospital until now..."

"I don't want to talk to anyone," Harry said, feeling increasingly annoyed.

"Hey, that's the stupidest thing about you!" Ginny said angrily, "You know, you don't know anyone else who has been controlled by that person except me. Only I can tell you what it feels like to be controlled!"

Harry said nothing, letting the words hit him hard.

"Sorry, I forgot." Harry said apologetically.

"You're lucky," Ginny said quietly.

"I'm sorry," Harry said seriously, "That's it. So, do you think I'm being controlled by that person?"

"Well, can you remember everything you've done? Ginny asked, are there any long gaps in your memory where you don't know what you did?"

Harry searched hard in his brain.

"No," he said.

"Then that person hasn't controlled you yet." Ginny said lightly. "When he does that to me, there's a period of time every time when I can't remember what I did in the previous few hours. I'll find out I'm somewhere, but I don't know how I got there."

Harry could hardly believe her, but he couldn't help but feel brighter. "The concubinage dream I made about your father being attacked, though..."

"Harry, you've had dreams like this before," Hermione said. "Last year, the scene of what Voldemort was doing flashed through your mind."

"It's different this time," Harry said, shaking his head. "I'm actually standing there in his body, not a third person. It feels like I am him. If Voldemort took me for some purpose Instantly transferred to London..."

Hermione was very annoyed. "When you read "Hogwarts: A History" one day, it may remind you that you can't suddenly appear or disappear in Hogwarts. Even Voldemort can't make it happen. You fly away from your quarters, Harry."

"You didn't leave your bed, mate," said Ron. "I saw you tossing and turning in your sleep for at least a minute before we were able to wake you."

"Actually, that's a good thing, Harry." Fanlin said.

"A good thing?" Harry couldn't believe it. "How could it be a good thing? Me... me and him..."

"Because you can tell what he's doing, and Dumbledore has been working on it for twelve years, but since he's come back, it's completely out of control."

"You mean, I can see him?" Harry said in disbelief, "Really happening?"

"No, not for sure." Fan Lin shook his head and said, "Do you still remember the last time you saw him?"

Harry pondered for a moment, "Sirius, before he returned, at the Burrow, they were planning... to kill, Mr. Barty Crouch."

"So, did you find that they have one thing in common?" Fan Lin guided them.

"The common thread..." Harry thought for a moment, "He seems very...angry..."

"Emotions, Harry." Fan Lin said, "Emotions can affect people's thoughts, Harry, you must remember this clearly."

"You mean, I can see him when he loses control or is angry?" Harry asked.

"It used to be, but now..."

"What now?" Harry asked eagerly, and the others looked at Fan Lin expectantly.

"I'm sorry, I can't tell you too much, but..." Fan Lin hesitated in front of the fire, "Don't you think that this time, what you saw, Voldemort didn't seem to..."

"Mood swings?" Harry called, but then sat down again, "But what does that mean?"

"I think he may have mastered the method of letting you come into his body. I mean, he can influence you because he is stronger than you, so... Harry, you have to become stronger and learn to judge what is What you saw, what he deliberately let you see...this is very important!"

Harry lowered his head in thought.

"And..." Fan Lin frowned, "You have to learn to protect your brain."

"You mean, he might be able to read..."

"This goes both ways, Harry." Fanlin said, "Being real enough requires paying a sufficient price. I think this is what Dumbledore considered. You are not his weapon. On the contrary, you can become him. The end...but before that, I think you should eat something, otherwise I don’t think you will have the strength to go downstairs tomorrow.”

Harry began to pace back and forth in the room again, thinking. Everything they said not only comforted him, it actually meant something.

Without thinking about it, he took a sandwich from the plate on the bed and stuffed it into his mouth with hunger.

"I'm not his weapon, or I can be..." Harry thought, and suddenly a wave of relief spread in his mind.

He wanted to rejoin the ranks of his comrades.

At this time, Sirius strode past their door and walked to his house, letting go of his voice and singing: God give you peace, Merry Christmas!

How could he have ever wanted to return to Privet Drive for Christmas?

Sirius was deeply delighted that the house was full of people again, a joy especially heightened by Harry's return, which made it contagious.

He was no longer the sullen housekeeper they had been during the summer; he now firmly believed that everyone should be as happy as he was, or at least no less happy than they felt at Hogwarts.

He worked tirelessly in the pre-Christmas preparations, cleaning and decorating the house with their help, so that when they went to bed on Christmas Eve, the whole house had a new look that was almost unrecognizable.

Hanging with the tarnished lamps were no longer layers of spider silk, but garlands and hollies and gold and silver ribbons. Mounds of snowflakes glittered uncannily on the worn carpet.

A huge Christmas tree acquired by Mundungus was decorated with fairies and overshadowed Sirius's family tree. Even the statue of Phineas in the lobby was donned with a Santa hat and beard.

Harry wakes up on Christmas morning to find a pile of presents at the foot of his bed.

Ron had already opened half of his own gift, more than Harry's, and it was a pile of dung bombs...

He wished Harry through a pile of papers.

Thank you so much, that's nice; Hermione, who deserves a beating, gave me a homework notebook.

Harry sorted his gifts and found that one of them had Hermione's handwriting on it and she gave him a copy too, it was a book much like a diary except it would be so loud every time a page was turned. Say: Do what you have to do today, otherwise you will have to do it again in the future. (To be continued)