Homecoming from Hogwarts

Chapter 423 Harry's Dreamland

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Five minutes later, Harry was back in his room.Facing the full-length mirror mounted on the wardrobe, he saw a dejected and dejected face.

Harry had to admit, he was oversimplifying things.

He thought that Sirius' warning would make life more comfortable for the Dursleys, so when Sirius proposed this plan, he did not refuse, and now it seems that Sirius' warning is not ineffective, but effective Surprisingly good.

Harry kicked open the boxes at the foot of the bed and buried his head in the covers again.

He also overestimated himself a bit, didn't he?

Harry had been looking forward to being able to stay with the Dursleys, but he finally realized after this day that he would rather be scolded than spend a summer vacation. Talk to him.

Suddenly, Harry started to freak out on the bed, hammering on the bed board like crazy, and making weird noises.

The best solution is for Sirius to show up immediately and take him out of this house. This can indeed solve the urgent need, but there are still two summer vacations left. According to Sirius, he is in Hogwarts. Before Ci graduated, he had to go back to the Dursleys' house for a while during the summer vacation.

Or, apologize to the Dursleys and tell them that Sirius was just playing a nasty joke and that he wasn't guilty at all?

Harry rubbed his face against the sheet a few times, trying to force the second thought out of his head.Reconcile with the Dursleys?
Just the thought of it made Harry feel humiliated enough!

When Hedwig comes back, write a letter to Ron.

Ask Mr. Weasley to get himself out of the house sooner.Ron has always suggested this, but Harry felt that he should abide by the agreement with Sirius, so he rejected this tempting suggestion.

As the sun went down, the pink halo that filled the room gradually faded away, and darkness climbed up from the corner, quietly occupying the room.

Harry didn't have any appetite. He tossed and turned on the bed for a long time, and finally, he lost consciousness.

During the period, he seemed to hear the sound of the Dursleys opening the door, but Harry, who was full of tiredness, didn't bother to get up to have a look.He had been wondering vaguely whether he should leave the Dursleys early, as things looked like, and they would have liked to be gone immediately.

When the crescent moon hung high, the irritability on Harry's face disappeared, and his entanglement also disappeared.Suddenly, he heard indistinct voices in his ears, and those voices were obviously not from the Dursleys.Moreover, there were looming pictures in front of his eyes, some strange pictures
Are you dreaming?

Harry, who had only a sliver of reason left, was thinking, and he felt an inexplicable urgency in his heart, wanting to see clearly what those dangling pictures meant. It was astonishing that when he had this thought, Those pictures actually became clearer, but they were still swaying.

Harry, who wanted to pass the time, focused on those pictures, and then his consciousness sank.

To tell the truth, Frank Bryce of Little Hangleton and Old John of Shetland really look alike!
Both of them are veterans who survived the cruel war, and both of them suffered some trauma to their bodies. One of them guarded a prosperous old Riddle house all his life, and the other stayed with the forgotten lighthouse for the rest of his life. , Moreover, their fates all changed in July of 94.

The weather had been fine these days, but the moisture in the soil still made Frank's bad leg protest in the middle of the night, already aged and frail.

Frank had struggled with the bad leg half his life and knew how to handle the situation.

Patience is irresistible, he must do something.

The bright moonlight shone through the old window sash into the kitchen full of decay. Frank didn't think this scene was beautiful, but felt that the moonlight was a bit too bright, which made the eyes uncomfortable after recovering from the darkness.

Moaning and rubbing his eyes, he got up from the bed, barefoot, and Frank limped downstairs into the kitchen to fill the hot water bottle and warm his stiff knees.He stood by the sink and filled the pot with water, and subconsciously looked up at the Riddle Mansion, which he had guarded for half his life.

He saw the second floor of the mansion bathed in the moonlight, looking a bit lonely, and the windows of a house shimmering, so Frank immediately understood that it was probably those little boys in the village who refused to stop looking for him. trouble.

Although he hadn't been in for many years, Frank still remembered the details of the house clearly.He walked into the cave-like dark kitchen through the back door, and tried his best not to make any movement, so that he could catch him later.

If he hadn't seen them with his own eyes, Frank could imagine that those naughty little boys must be like the villagers who framed him as something wrong with his head.

Because of the large French windows on either side of the front door, there was some light in the decaying corridor, which made it easier for him to go up the dusty stone steps to the second floor.

On the landing, Frank turned right and saw immediately where the intruder was.Just at the end of the corridor, a door was ajar, and a flickering light shot out from the crack, casting an orange-yellow shadow on the dark floor.

Frank leaned sideways and approached cautiously, clutching the crutches he was about to hit the boys on the heads.A few steps from the door, he could see the scene through a narrow gap in the room.

He saw now that the flickering light in the window came from the fire in the fireplace, which surprised him, since the villagers didn't use the fireplace much at this time of the year.He stopped in his tracks and pricked up his ears, only to hear a clear and beautiful voice coming from the crack of the door. There were no waves, but Frank, who was dying, still heard a bit of restrained disgust based on his rich life experience.

"Drink it quickly, Mister Dark Lord, it won't last long—"

"Ah, thank you so much—"

The voice at the back belonged to a man. Although he was expressing his gratitude, his voice was strangely high-pitched, and there was no trace of gratitude in his tone. Instead, it was as cold and biting as a cold wind.

Frank had already forgotten about the troublemaker, he approached the door subconsciously, and then heard a sound of thud, thump, thump, and this cheerful sound reminded Frank of the time when he was on the battlefield, after he survived a difficult battle, The scene of drinking beer with comrades in arms.

"Wonderful, every time I feel wonderful—"

The man spoke again, and he seemed to be admiring the drink he drank, but for some reason, Frank suddenly felt that the sound was like the hiss of a vicious snake, which made people shudder.

"I never thought that there is such a wonderful vitality hidden in the vegetation that people turn a blind eye to, which is comparable to the blood of unicorns. Ah, it seems that I have indeed overlooked a lot of things in the past, right? So I It paid a terrible price."

The blood of unicorns?

Frank's gray eyebrows moved, he thought he had misheard the words, so he desperately tried to hear clearly, but in the next few seconds, there was no movement in the room, and the owner of the clear voice seemed to disdain to talk to the man admiration.

Frank put his eyes on the crack of the door, but he only saw a figure swaying on the wall, which seemed to belong to the lady, and the man who spoke was sitting on a high-back soft chair, facing the fireplace, and Frank could not see his figure. Face.

"Could you please feed the rest of these to Nagini, I think, he must be hungry after the bumpy journey like me. Ah, of course, I'm not accusing you of not caring enough Okay, but I think you must be very clear that I am not as good as before."



(End of this chapter)