Homecoming from Hogwarts

Chapter 425 The Storm Is Coming
Harry lay straight on the bed, panting heavily, as if he had just finished a half-hour long run in physical education class.He woke up from a very vivid dream, his hands pressed tightly to his face.Under his finger, the lightning-shaped scar burned, as if someone had pressed a white-hot wire against his skin.

He sat up, covering the scar with one hand, and rubbing the eyes rubbed off by the bedding with the other hand in the dark.He put on his glasses, and the scene in the bedroom slowly became clear.

Judging from the angle of the moonlight shining into the room through the curtains, it was already after midnight. Listening for a moment, Harry confirmed that the Dursleys had returned, and he could hear Dudley's deafening purring.

Harry ran his fingers over the scar again, it still hurt badly.He turned on the desk lamp beside him, only to realize that Hedwig, who went out for a walk in the evening to find food, had also returned, and at this moment, the cat was sleeping soundly in the cage.

Harry noticed that Hedwig's paws were still empty, and there was nothing on the table, which meant that Hedwig still hadn't received a reply from Sirius. After a moment of silence, Harry put the little disappointment in his heart behind him , Trying to recall the dream just now.

Everything is so realistic, just like being there
A dimly lit room vaguely appeared in front of his eyes. That was Voldemort's voice. Although he hadn't heard it for two years, Harry still remembered it very clearly. Voldemort took shape, and Harry felt a piece of ice slide into his stomach.
He closed his eyes tightly, trying to recall Voldemort's appearance in the dream, but couldn't. Harry only knew that when Voldemort's chair was turned around and his eyes fell on the chair, all he felt was a great fear, Woke up suddenly. Maybe it was because his scar suddenly hurt sharply?

There was a young lady in the room. Harry couldn't confirm who she was, but her name and face were like fine sand in his hand, the more he tried to hold it tightly, the faster it slipped through his fingers, and in the end , Harry could only vaguely confirm that the young lady had an outstanding appearance and a comfortable temperament.

How strange!
If the dream just now really revealed something, then how could such a lady get mixed up with Voldemort?

and the old man
He appeared in his dream for a very short time, and Harry only saw him collapsed in a green light. If the old man encountered the real Voldemort, then Harry could almost be sure of his fate.

There was a conversation in the dream, but Harry didn't remember it particularly well either.

He only remembered that his name seemed to appear, and that Voldemort seemed to be planning to do something to him. It doesn't take much effort to guess, besides killing himself, could Voldemort have any good plans?

So, is what he saw real or fake?
Harry stood up from the bed. He drew the curtains of the bed, looked down at the clean, quiet street bathed in the dim yellow light from the street lamps, and gently stroked the scar with his fingers.

The last time the scar had flared up was because Voldemort was close at hand, and it was this that unnerved Harry, his watchful eyes prowling the streets Voldemort lurking in Privet Drive?This idea is too absurd, absolutely impossible
Well, now is the time to seriously think about what to do.

Even if Harry didn't want to come across as weak, or fussy, he was still acutely aware that anything involving Voldemort should not be taken lightly.

Harry paced the room, eyes half-closed, thinking of a countermeasure.

It's still the end of July, and there is still a month before school starts. If I wait until then to tell the truth, I'm afraid nothing will change. So...but who should I tell?
Said there were two birthday cards on the table, which Hermione and Ron had sent ahead of time, even though his birthday was still a few days away.

What advice would Hermione give?
"Your scar hurts? Harry, that's not a common thing. Write to Dumbledore, or Professor Brayne, they'll be able to offer some insight! I'll look up Common Magical Wounds now. Perhaps the book will talk about enchanted scars."

Yes, Hermione would definitely suggest that, and Harry could almost replicate Hermione's bluffing voice.

But to be honest, Harry didn't think in his heart that the book could give a clear explanation why the scar hurt, and the relationship between him and Voldemort was not even clear to the person concerned.

tell professor dumbledore
After this idea lingered in Harry's mind for more than ten seconds, he was thrown out decisively. It was too absurd. He couldn't go to the headmaster of Hogwarts just because of the pain of his scar, even if that person was the lazy Deng who was worth trusting. Professor Bullido.

Where's Professor Blaine?

Harry was sure that Professor Blaine would not take his letter lightly, or find him making a fuss.However, he was still not very happy to write to him.During the last summer vacation, a letter from him dragged Professor Brian to Privet Drive, and the two of them also witnessed the death of Professor Brian's father.

Harry didn't want to make Professor Brayne miserable every summer.

Only Sirius left!
He is his own godfather, an experienced adult wizard.

Harry made it to the table, looking sullen.

It is best to consult Sirius, he really cares about himself, and he is still with Professor Brian, if Sirius can't come up with an answer, he can also ask the knowledgeable Professor Brian for advice.

The only problem is that both Sirius and Professor Bryan are missing, and Hedwig can't find a trace of Sirius.

In the middle of the night, Harry with an attentive expression worked at the desk for a long time. Finally, he picked up the quill and scribbled a few lines on the parchment he pulled out of the box.

Whether it's a human or a bird, it's not very good to be woken up while sleeping.

Hedwig ruthlessly pecked Harry's finger, cooing non-stop, her eyes full of reproach.

"Sorry, Hedwig--"

Harry looked apologetic.
"I'm sorry to disturb your rest, but now there is a special situation, I must get advice. It's a letter to Sirius—"

Hedwig tilted her head to stare at Harry, cooing a few times.

"Try as hard as you can, Hedwig?" Harry sighed, "Try as hard as you can, it would be best if you can find him, if you can't find him, then come back as soon as possible, there is still a letter, It's for Ron, and if Sirius isn't around for a while, I hope to move to the Burrow as soon as possible."

fluttering edge--
"We must find it."

Watching the rapidly shrinking white shadow in the field of vision, Harry sighed and muttered
There are three-foot waves even when there is no wind. This is a true portrayal of the deep ocean.

Without the pollution of Muggle technology, the mysterious starry sky shows its mystery to Amosta and Sirius on the deck to its heart's content.

The bright starlight scattered on the undulating sea, dyeing this sea area with the color of starlight.

This is the last day of the third week of going to sea. As expected, the journey to find Azkaban was extremely difficult. They did not have the specific coordinates of the small island. of fuzzy memory.

The throbbing as early as the departure point has long been smoothed out by the boring sound of waves. Every night when the starry sky falls, Sirius stays up all night, frowning, facing the starry sky.But Amosta is very indifferent, he seems to regard this journey as a vacation, during the day, he will read a book in the cabin, or think about some problems quietly in a false sleep, and in the evening, he will come from The cabin came out, enjoying the cool sea breeze, and fishing comfortably.

They also occasionally encounter some situations.

For example, some deep-sea sea monsters found that their singing could not lure human fishing boats that strayed into their territory, so they called out to their own kind in anger, surrounded the fishing boats, and tried to pierce the cabin with those strange-shaped bone forks, so that the two humans Buried in the sea.

Of course, it was definitely not Amostar and Sirius who died in the belly of the fish in the end.

"How long have we been out?"

The sea area in front of him was fully visible under the bright moonlight and starlight. Sirius squinted his eyes, trying to find a reference point that could prove that he was not going in the wrong direction. After a long time, he pursed his salty lips, and there was a hint of anger in his voice. The stock is heavy.

Sirius didn't expect the journey to be smooth. He expected that they would be drifting on the sea for a long time, but in fact they lost more time than he expected.

Before the summer vacation, Sirius had promised Harry that he would take him out of the Muggle couple's house as soon as possible, but until now, they hadn't even touched the shadow of Azkaban.

"21 days--"

Lying on the couch, Amosta, admiring the boundless night, thought for a moment and gave the answer.

And this answer made Sirius' heart sink. It will be Harry's birthday in a few days. This is Harry's first birthday after he escaped from Azkaban. Originally, he planned to help Harry. It's a good time to celebrate, but now it seems that this plan is going to fail.

The night was still bright and cloudless.But the humidity in the air gradually increased, and Sirius, who was already considered half a navigation expert, immediately noticed that a storm was coming.

This is a common thing in the sea, often a few minutes ago, everything was normal, but a few minutes later, it was a torrential rain.

"Go back to the cabin, Amostar—"

Sirius shook his head rather disappointed,

"I haven't found any new clues. It's going to rain soon. I hope Old John's boat can continue to hold out—"

As he said that, Sirius jumped off the guardrail of the bow, turned and walked towards the cabin, and when he passed by Amosta who stood up, he saw that Amosta was patrolling the sea surface in confusion, and did not want to enter the cabin She looks like she's sheltering from the rain.

"What's the matter, Amostar?"

After more than 20 days at sea, the two companions have talked about many things. Now, neither of them has any desire to chat, and they speak in a concise and straightforward tone.

"."

Staring at the sea with one wave after another, Amosta looked a little confused,

"Well, it's not very good, it just... feels a little bit wrong"



(End of this chapter)