Vol 2 Chapter 669: image

"Harry! Harry!"
Harry opened his eyes. He was lying on the floor of Professor Trauni's room, his face in his hands.
His scar was still burning so badly that his eyes ran into tears. This pain is real. The whole class was standing around him now, and Ron was kneeling beside him, looking frightened.
"Are you okay?" Ron asked with concern.
"Of course he is not good!" Professor Trauni said, and she looked very excited. Her big eyes stared at him.
"What is it, Potter? A sign? A monster? A ghost? What do you see?"
"Nothing." Harry lied. He sat up and could still feel himself shaking.
He couldn't help looking around to see the shadow behind him. Voldemort's voice had been so close...
"You were holding your scar at the time!" Professor Trauni said. "You are rolling on the ground and grabbing your scar! Tell me, Potter, I have experienced this before!"
Harry looked up at her.
"I'm going to the school infirmary." He said, "It's a headache."
"My dear, there is no doubt that you must have been stimulated by the super induction in my room!" Trauni said. "If you leave now, you will lose the opportunity to see more—"
"I don't want to see anything except a headache tablet." Harry said. He stood up.
Everyone backed away to make way, and they looked discouraged.
"Goodbye," Harry whispered to Ron, picked up his schoolbag and walked to the door. Ignoring Professor Trauni, who looked frustrated by the side, as if she had just missed the opportunity.
Harry got off the ladder, but he didn't go to the medical room, he didn't even want to go there.
Fanlin once told him what he should do if the scar hurts again, he is about to do it:
He walked directly in the direction where Fan Lin was.
He walked down the corridor, thinking about what he had seen and heard in the dream just now... it was as real as the dream that woke him up in Priwhite Street... He recalled everything in his mind The details of, so as not to forget... He once heard Voldemort accuse Peters of making a big mistake... But the Owl brought good news, the mistake was corrected, and someone went crazy... So that person didn't need to be caught Feed the snake... and he, Harry, will be a substitute for the snake to eat...
This was terrible, Harry had never realized how annoying it was. Voldemort's voice was like a thorn in his throat. Harry would be stabbed severely when he moved it.
Harry waited outside for a while. Fanlin and the others dismissed get out of class very early, at least it would have been much earlier for Professor Bitterlawny. When Harry almost arrived at the door of the classroom, Fanlin and Hermione walked out of it.
"What's the matter, Harry?" Fanlin asked in surprise, seeing Harry here really surprised him.
"Some things, Fanlin, my scar hurts again, but this time it's worse." Harry whispered.
Fanlin's face changed, "Did you see him?"
"And that snake," Harry said.
"Sorry, Hermione, I think Harry and I need to find Dumbledore." Fanlin said. He has always wanted to find Dumbledore. The news from Crouch has not been answered yet. , This is very important, and Harry’s problem has to be solved.
The two said goodbye to Hermione, turned around and walked past Dumbledore's office.
"What happened this time?" Fanlin asked.
"I don't know, it's abrupt..." Harry said, "Suddenly, I was dragged somewhere, Voldemort... he was very angry... was punishing a guy named Peters... and... that guy was very Fortunately, what target is going crazy... Fanlin, did they say Crouch?"
Fanlin did not speak. The information Harry obtained this time was simply terrifying. The connection between him and Voldemort became stronger and stronger, which meant that Voldemort's strength was restored more and more.
Fanlin didn't quite understand it. Voldemort's strength recovered somewhat beyond his imagination. Although he hadn't noticed the connection between Harry and him, Harry was able to get some information clearly.
This also means that Voldemort has restored at least a large part of his ability to cast spells.
The gap between a weak Voldemort and the Dark Lord who restored his ability to cast spells is self-evident.
There are also the things Voldemort did, that mutated vampire, that is simply a black magic monster, Fanlin has seen those wounds, a kind of extremely dark power, and it takes a lot of effort to dispel it.
If left alone, the wound would be like Harry's forehead, and that kind of wound would not heal.
And Harry was reminiscing about what he saw, Voldemort... Goddamn, his scars will always be the same as new ones. It's very bad. He just wants to stop the pain and let himself. relax for a moment.
The two walked with their own minds, and no one noticed that they had passed the door leading to Dumbledore's office guarded by the stone beast.
Fanlin blinked and finally realized it, so he walked back and stopped in front of it, and then he remembered, he didn't know the code.
"Do you know the code? Harry?" Fanlin asked.
"Lemon juice?" Harry asked tentatively.
The stone beast did not move.
"Okay," Harry said, staring at it, "pear juice. Uh-Ligros wand. Trubo's best bubble gum. Betty Bert's delicious beans...oh no, he doesn't like these, does he?... Oh, can't you open the door?"
He said angrily. "I really need to see him right away. Very urgent!"
Stone beasts are still hard-hearted.
Hard kicked him, but to no avail other than holding his toes and shouting pain.
Fanlin was a little speechless~EbookFREE.me~ Harry turned around, not knowing the password, which was embarrassing.
Fanlin took two steps forward, and he had to think about the food in Dumbledore's office.
"Chocolate Frog Candy!" Fanlin shouted tentatively, "Candy Bar! Cockroach Strings!"
The stone beast was alive all at once and jumped aside.
Harry blinked. "Cockroach string?" he said in surprise.
"I'm just kidding..." Fanlin shrugged, "Anyway, let's go in first."
The two hurriedly jumped into the crack in the wall, then walked to the foot of the spiral stone ladder, which slowly rose upward.
The door closed behind two people.
The stone ladder led him to a beautiful oak door with a brass clasp.
He could hear the voice coming from the office, and Harry walked down the spiral staircase, hesitating.