Chapter 172: Lonely road?

Harry woke up from his sleep, gasping for breath, as if he had been running just now, he pressed his hands tightly against his face, and under his fingers, the lightning-shaped scar pained fiercely. , As if someone had just pressed a white hot wire against his skin.
　　 He sat up, covering the scar with one hand and groping in the dark with the other hand to get the glasses on the bedside table. He put on his glasses, and the scene in the bedroom slowly became clear. The street lights outside the window through the curtains shrouded the bedroom with a hazy orange-red soft light.
　　 Can see that he may have had a nightmare and saw something else.
　　 This is not the first time in this holiday. He often awakened from his sleep. He was sure that he saw it, but he couldn’t believe it.
　　One of his hands fumbled to get his glasses from the bedside table, then put it on, and the vague scenery in front of him gradually became clear in his eyes.
　　Street lights outside the window through the curtains, covering the bedroom with a hazy orange-red soft light.
　　Harry touched the scar with his finger again, still hurting badly. He turned on the lamp beside him, turned over and got out of bed, walked through the room, opened the closet, and looked towards the mirror inside the cabinet door. A skinny 14-year-old boy was looking at him in the mirror, with a pair of green, confusing eyes under his shaggy black hair. Harry looked more closely at the scar on his forehead in the mirror, seeing nothing unusual, but still painfully hurt.
　　He desperately recalled the scene in his dream. Even if it was just the dream, Harry found that he couldn't catch any key points at all.
　　 There are two men, both of whom he recognizes, one is Peter the dwarf and the other is Voldemort.
　　Harry learned from the former's title to the latter.
　　 Harry felt as if a piece of ice had just been taken out of the refrigerator in his stomach, fear tightened his heart.
In the desolate courtyard of these two men, the night was slightly cool. Harry wanted to hear what they said, but found that he didn't remember much. The only thing he was impressed with was the flattering tone and panic look of Little Dwarf Peter. .
　　 made him sick.
　　He hopes this is a dream, but it is also so real.
　　 shook his head, Harry sneaked to the toilet, turned on the tap, washed his face, and calmed himself.
　　 He cautiously fumbled back to his room to avoid waking up several of his relatives, but Dudley's snoring upstairs was making loud noises, which was also unnecessary worry.
　　 went back to his room. With the neon lights outside the window, Harry stared blankly at the photo on the bedside table, which was hanging in the picture frame. The boys in the photo were looking at him with a smile on their faces.
　　 was not brought to him by Hagrid two years ago, but was given to him by his godfather from the house.
"Fortunately, my parents did not destroy it." Sirius said happily when he handed the photo to Harry at the time. All the decorations in his room were cast by him, not his own words, even It was Dumbledore who might have to spend some time to take down these photos.
　　 Sirius knew that Harry wanted to know more about his parents, so Sirius chose to give him the picture.
　　Harry is very confused now. He doesn't know what to do in the face of the pain on his head. Should he ask for help from his friend or godfather?
Hermione would definitely advise him to turn to Professor Dumbledore, or else he would find a thick and bulky book telling him that he might have a magical injury, or he might suggest that he go to San Mungo Hospital .
　　 And Ron estimated that he would become nervous. He might tell Mrs. Weasley the news immediately, and then the Weasleys knew that he had a headache.
　　 Maybe George and Fred would give him some "special" snacks.
　　 What about Sirius? Harry thought it was a good object to ask.
　　 Harry missed him more and more.
　　His friends and the godfather who cleaned up his grievances were with him not long ago, when he was extremely determined that this holiday would be his most enjoyable summer vacation.
　　 A letter suddenly appeared in his hand through the owl.
"Harry, maybe you are a little difficult to accept, but I have to tell you that you need to go back to your uncle’s house right away, because I can’t talk to you for the time being, but I hope you can listen to me, this It is for your safety." The handwriting was left by someone he knew very well.
　　At the end of the letter and on the cover of the envelope, the name of Albus Dumbledore was written in cursive letters.
　　If it was not in the last sentence, Dumbledore added that if he could still watch the Quidditch World Cup, Harry felt like he was going to collapse.
　　 Even though he was reluctant, in the face of a letter from Dumbledore, Harry chose to follow, so in this way, the four of them parted ways and agreed to reunite after the Quidditch World Cup.
Harry walked up to the window, staring at the deep blue sky outside the window, and suddenly saw a black spot in the distance, and then the black spot gradually grew larger in his sight, from far and near, and finally to the one in front of him. window.
Harry saw it clearly at this time. This was an owl, the one Sirius gave Ron at Hogsmeade at that time. Ron hadn’t named the owl yet, so Harry didn’t know. How to call it.
　　 "Come in." Harry quickly opened the window and let the owl come in. It should be cold outside at this time.
　　Hedwig was in the cage, his eyes wide open, and he looked straight at this kind, but his eyes were not very friendly.
　　 "This is Ron's owl, his new pet." Harry whispered to Hedwig as if it was an introduction, and then took a letter from the owl's paw.
"Harry, how are you doing? I originally thought we could spend the entire holiday together, but I really didn't expect that your relatives should not be embarrassed after you return home?" It says so on parchment.
　　 "I'm fine." Harry said softly, even if Ron was not around.
　　 is more deterrent to the effects of murderers than any strange magic. At least this family is still in awe of criminals who despise the law.
　　After he came back, Harry heard his uncle from time to time at the dining table, saying if he should call the police to catch the murderer.
　　 Of course, when he heard this, Harry had to hold back his laughter, otherwise he might be punished again.
　　 Azkaban couldn't shut his godfather, how could Muggle's prison imprison him?
　　 Of course, the most likely thing is that the police can't even see him.
Harry’s gaze continued to fall, and Ron’s letter continued:
Professor Dumbledore’s letter was indeed very disappointing, but fortunately we were able to meet again soon, and the Quidditch World Cup was coming soon. It’s starting! My mom and dad are always talking about you, Harry, by the way, and George and Fred, they have invented something weird again, waiting for you to experiment, um, of course, I will Warn them, let them converge. Also, it is said that during the time when you came home, the Ministry of Magic took some actions. For example, they let out and prepared to expel many old employees, which scared my dad. I’m worried about it, and I don’t know what he’s worried about. Who else would do the dirty work besides him?
　　Even these trivial things, Harry saw it with relish, and he could imagine the expression of Mrs. Weasley at that time.
　　 "The result was just a false alarm. It seemed that only a few idlers who often made mistakes were fired." Harry saw this, and he was relieved.
"I also heard that Malfoy and his father donated a large sum of money to the San Mungo Magic Hospital. It was unbelievable. I did not believe that their family would be so generous, but later my father told me that their family was for fame. It was only after Malfoy's father entered the Ministry of Magic that he needed to stabilize his position more."
　　 Seeing this, Harry remembered the unpleasant things that had happened in the Sirius ancestral house again.
　　 Of course, the most important thing is that he drove Luping away, which is unforgivable to him.
　　 "Yes, my dad also got some of the best tickets from the Department of Magic Sports, Sirius must have accepted the invitation, so that we can go to the game together."
　　After Harry read the letter, he felt a bit hungry, and he bent down and pulled out a big box under his wooden bed.
　　This is the food Sirius gave him.
　　 Throughout the holiday, Dudley was on a diet, because he was too fat, maybe to take into account the emotions of Duli, his own food was also restricted.
　　 Of course, there should be few times when I can eat enough.
　　 As long as he stays for a few more days, he can leave this ghost place.
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　　After the incident of the obsessive agent that day, Malfoy's punishment for Pansy was finally lost. Perhaps it felt that Pansy encountered such a thing at that time, which was already regarded as the largest punishment.
　　 "You just thought it all happened, did you hear it? Draco." When Pansy was lying in bed, drinking a glass of brown sugar water and regaining a little strength, he immediately blushed.
　　 "In my opinion, this is a sign of maturity, although my heart is still a little girl. At least the body is still beginning to develop." Malfoy used a plain tone to elaborate a topic that made Pansy mad.
　　 At this time, Malfoy didn't know what to say. Originally, she was going to punish her in a way to make her remember for a long time, and now there are no feasible conditions.
　　 "It's like you're not the same age as me." Pansy thought to himself, but still pretended to be a pitiful face.
"I will definitely not get married in the future," she said wryly. "So you are responsible, Draco." She lowered her head and covered her face with her hands, but there was still a slight gap between her fingers. One eye opened secretly, and looked at Malfoy's reaction.
　　 However, Malfoy still had that kind of expression that didn't mean anything. He didn't respond to Pansy's question, and instead said: "Have a good rest here, when is it good, and when are you discussing your whimsical ideas."
　　 Then he walked out of the room, ignoring Pansy's poor eyes.
　　 "Headache." Malfoy closed the door with a "tap" and leaned back against it, sighing softly.
　　Adolescent love, who can predict? If so many things didn't happen at the time, Pansy should be a carefree mistress now.
　　 Well, it is now, but it should be cute.
　　When she moved in, she just wanted to make some more changes in this world, and change the people, things and things around her.
　　Let yourself not get disoriented as much as possible, know what you should do and what is worth protecting, so I chose to influence her in a subtle way.
　　 Malfoy also knew that Pansy was working hard in her own way, and she now understood what was right and wrong.
　　 But feelings, but they are not right or wrong.
　　 He was not so dull, not just this time as an obsessive agent. He had known Pansy's mood earlier. She always acted very clearly, but she always turned a blind eye.
Because he feels that this is just the obscure love for the opposite in his youth. If he is older, he may not be so focused. If his heart age and body age are consistent, he may still be intoxicated in this atmosphere. Play a game of male and female couples with Pansy.
　　 But he is not ~EbookFREE.me~ He is a traverser, his mentality is an adult, and the previous move towards her is more like a sister-like tolerance than a lover-like indulgence.
　　 Moreover, Pansy couldn't keep up with the way he had to go. Rather, the less relationship he had with him, the safer she would be in the future.
　　 Voldemort will use closely related people to intimidate others, even his own.
　　 This was also the reason why Malfoy chose to treat Hermione indifferently at the time. At the time, the first-year candy shop should have been so dizzy that he only made such an impulsive behavior.
　　 But the subsequent monster still made him soberly aware that everything he did would have an irreparable impact on the world, so that it might hurt innocent people around him.
　　 "Maybe I just can't see the girl crying." Malfoy shook his head, slightly bitter in his heart: "Although the number of crying afterwards is not a lot."
　　 quickly realized that it was not good for both parties, so Malfoy decisively used the excuse that was not an excuse to disconnect from Hermione.
　　Friends originally understood each other. It was really ridiculous just because of the reason of arrogance. The only explanation is that this is his active behavior.
　　I don't know how long after that, Malfoy's eyes have returned to firmness and clarity.
With a "crunchy" sound, the door was opened again, and Malfoy saw Pansy, who had secretly got out of bed, lying back in a panic.
　　 "I just got up to see." Pansy hurriedly explained.
　　 "Let's talk about it, Pansy." Malfoy ignored Pansy's perfunctory apology, but stared at her intently, saying deeply.