Chapter 430: Harry's Summer Vacation

"Is this the Sorcerer's Stone?!" Hermione followed, her voice full of concern, "Dumbledore said that under its influence, Voldemort's curse on you was completely broken, leaving no trace sequelae."

Ivan stared at the Philosopher's Stone for a while, then suddenly remembered, "Where is Sirius?"

"He's in St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries and Injuries. I heard from Dumbledore that he's seriously injured, but he's not life-threatening. He needs to rest for a while." Hermione frowned and said, "Ivan, where did you go during your summer vacation? Where? Is the process of obtaining this Philosopher's Stone dangerous? Did the ancient centaur leave something behind?"

While Ivan was telling Hermione about his vacation experience, Harry sat up suddenly from the bed.

He was sweating profusely as he sat on his cot, breathing hard as if he were running.

He recalled the vivid dream he had just had, the scar on his forehead burning under his fingers.

The scar hurt so badly, as if someone pressed a red-hot wire on his skin.

Panting, Harry pressed one hand to his scar, and with the other he grabbed for his glasses in the dark.

He was sure that he had just dreamed of Voldemort.

It was a big, dark and dilapidated house, and beside Voldemort was a wizard named Keresis.

Harry was puzzled for a while, who is this wizard called Kerexis? !

In the dream just now, his body was tightly wrapped by a pitch-black cloak, and his face was extremely pale.

Harry didn't know this man, but there was no doubt that Voldemort had found a new helper.

In front of them, there was a statue in the shape of an ugly tree root.

Harry closed his eyes, trying to recall the dream just now, recalling Voldemort's appearance, recalling the statue, but the scar was getting more and more painful.

Voldemort was plotting something, but everything became blurred.

Harry couldn't remember, neither Voldemort's appearance nor their horrific conversation.

They were planning to kill someone, but they couldn't remember the name no matter what.

All he remembered was fear at the end, a powerful convulsion or the pain of his scar waking him up.

The perspective in the dream also made Harry feel worried.

He seemed to be lying on the ground, in the corner by the blazing fire, like a snake...

Harry gasped for a moment, and it took a long time before his thoughts turned to the letter Hermione had written him not long ago.

Hermione told him in the letter that Ivan and Sirius had obtained the Sorcerer's Stone, and Ivan's curse was lifted.

However, two people were seriously injured.

Aiwen is better, has been sent back to his home, and Hermione is going to accompany him.

Sirius was sent to St. Mungo's Magic Injury Hospital, where his life was just out of danger and he needed to recuperate for a while.

Harry was worried about Ivan and Sirius, and he didn't understand why Dumbledore didn't tell him directly.

He worried about it for a whole summer vacation, but he didn't get any news.

Harry also wanted to do something, even if he couldn't go to St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries and Injuries, he should go to see Ivan.

But actually, he's gone nowhere now, he can't even get out of this house.

Thinking of this, Harry felt angry for a while.

Although I have a godfather, this summer vacation is still as bad as before.

The only change is that the Dursleys are no longer hiding all his magic supplies, which Ivan had warned them about.

The construction company run by Mr. Mason is now Uncle Harry's largest purchaser, so for them, Ivan's words carry a lot of weight.

Of course, another reason may be that the Dursleys gave up. They finally knew that no matter what they did, it was impossible to squeeze the power of magic out of Harry's body. He doesn't exist.

Compared with the previous practice, Harry is happy with this status quo.

The only bad thing is that he can only stay in his own room for the whole summer vacation, and he can't go anywhere.

No one talks to him, he is like a helpless boat, stranded here alone...

The pain in the scar disturbed Harry's thoughts again.

He struggled to get up from the bed and looked around his little room blankly.

At his footsteps, a large chest opened, revealing a cauldron, broomsticks, and different kinds of magic textbooks.

Rolls of parchment were strewn about on Harry's desk, and on the other side of the desk was a large, empty cage in which Hdwig the Owl roosted.

Harry had no way to provide it with enough food, so it could only fly out to look for it at night.

There was a book open on the floor that Harry had read last night before he fell asleep.

The pictures in the books are moving, and people in bright orange robes gallop on broomsticks.

The figures, visible for a while, then out of sight, cast a red Bludger at each other.

Harry went to pick up the book and slammed it shut.

Hermione's letter and the sting of the scar on his forehead made him feel bad.

Not even Quidditch, the most fun sport in the world, can change that.

What's more, Harry didn't think this was the time to study Quidditch.

The scar was stinging him, maybe Voldemort was around here...

But the idea that Voldemort couldn't be here now is obviously absurd, completely impossible...

But it was obviously not normal, and he didn't know what to do.

Maybe he should tell this to someone, Harry thought of Dumbledore first.

But Harry hesitated, he didn't know what to say to Professor Dumbledore.

"Dear Professor Dumbledore, I'm sorry to disturb you, but my scars sting this morning."

"Your faithful, Harry Potter."

Harry shook his head, the words sounded ridiculous in his head.

What's more, he is still angry that Dumbledore didn't tell Ivan and Sirius about it.

Then, he thought of his godfather, Sirius.

Sirius is indeed a good confidant, he is like his own father.

Although thinking of this, Harry was a little shy, but he had to admit that no matter what he said to Sirius, he would not feel stupid.

He is also experienced in dealing with the dark arts and will give pertinent advice on the current situation.

But he was still at St. Mungo's and Harry didn't want him to worry about his affairs.

As for his good friend Ron, Harry had his reaction in mind.

Ron's long-nosed, pockmarked face seemed to float toward the ground, a blank, bewildered expression.

"Harry, is your scar hurting? But, isn't that man, he can't get close to you?"

"I mean, you know, Harry, he's probably trying to kill you again, isn't he? Maybe the curse scar always hurts, wait a minute, I'll ask my dad..."

No matter how you look at it, Mr. Weasley is a fully qualified wizard.

He works for the Ministry of Magic, but doesn't seem to have specific experience dealing with cursed things and the Dark Arts.

Also, Harry didn't want the Weasleys to have to worry about his own scar.

Mrs. Weasley might be overly concerned, and Fred and George might think Harry was out of his mind.

As for Percy and Ginny, they were bound to get worried too. (To be continued.)