Harry Potter and the Temple of Tales

"Harry! Harry!"

Hermione's voice seemed to ring in his mind, and then when he opened his eyes, he suddenly woke up from his sleep.

"Are you okay, Harry? I just saw you sweating and rolling around." Hermione asked worriedly.

"It's a scar. It's starting to hurt again." Harry touched his forehead. The scene just now seemed to be still vivid in his mind. "I just had a dream. There were two people kneeling before a man in black robes."

Front."

"That's Voldemort, Harry." Louis explained at the side, and at some point he had gotten off Harry's upper bunk.

"You-Know-Who?" Ron said in surprise, "How could Harry dream of You-Know-Who? Hasn't he disappeared for thirteen years?"

"This may have something to do with Harry's scar." Louis said, "How long has it been since your scar hurt?"

"It's been about a year." Harry thought for a moment, "The last time was when I faced Quirrell in front of the Mirror of Erised."

"I think you should tell Dumbledore, or Sirius." Hermione immediately gave some advice, "This is no small matter, Harry."

"I know, Hermione." Harry rubbed his head. The lightning-shaped scar on his forehead had always been bothering him. At this time, he didn't understand what the pain in the scar meant.

Louis didn't care about Harry's scar warning. He knew how bad Harry's Occlumency was, and no matter how hard he tried, he still couldn't resist Voldemort's invasion.

But in fact, their relationship is two-way. Voldemort can control Harry's brain, and Harry can also invade Voldemort's mind. This is why Harry dreams about Voldemort.

As Harry grows up and Voldemort becomes more powerful, this connection will only get stronger.

For wizards, when their mood swings are too strong, their brain's defenses are often the most vulnerable. This is why the masters of Occlumency usually look calm. And Voldemort was originally aloof.

He existed, but in the later stages he frequently lost control of his emotions, which gave Harry the opportunity to invade him.

"But that's just a nightmare, just a dream..."

"Yes, but it's very real." Harry could still picture Voldemort's appearance when he closed his eyes.

"By the way, you just..."

"Mr. Weasley said it's time to go back," Hermione said, throwing a piece of dirty clothes on Harry's bedside into her bag.

Almost everyone in the camp clamored to go back, and they formed a chaotic queue around them to receive the door keys to go home.

"Hey, Arthur." Behind the Weasley family, Diggory and his son were hurriedly carrying large and small bags of luggage and waving to them.

"It's really too bad. I didn't expect that something like this would happen. I'm going to make a big fuss when I get back to the ministry." His face didn't look very good. It must have been partly because of the trouble that the Twinkle incident caused him last night.

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"I don't know how the Daily Prophet will report it." Mr. Weasley looked distressed. They followed the queue and came to Mr. Basil who was handing out keys.

"Arthur, old man, where are you going? Well, let me see, the village of Otteri Saint Caccibo, right?" Basil turned over the roll of parchment.

"You two together?" He pointed to Mr. Diggory, who nodded affirmatively.

"That's great. There is someone here with you. Hey, Seferius, come up here!"

He waved to the two silver-haired men not far to the north, and they came over with an iron bucket.

"Luna?" Louis had sharp eyes and was surprised to see the cheerful girl.

"Hey, Louis, Harry, hello, long time no see."

Luna is still as happy as a little angel, wearing a clover headdress on her head. Obviously, she is a supporter of the Irish team.

"Harry Potter, it's such an honor." The middle-aged man standing next to Luna bent down and held Harry with both hands, as if a reporter had seen a celebrity.

"Hello, Mr. Lovegood," Harry replied humbly.

This is the first time Louis has seen Luna's father, Shepherius Lovegood. His silver hair falls on his shoulders, and his elegance is comparable to that of Severus Snape, and his eyes are as blurry as Luna's.

He has a somewhat crazy personality, but has no trace of parental dignity at all.

On his chest, the symbol of the Deathly Hallows hung, and the iron necklace shone brightly in the sunlight.

"Okay, Seferius, now is not the time to be surprised." Mr. Weasley patted Lovegood on the shoulder, "The time is almost up."

"Ah, Arthur, if you didn't tell me, I almost forgot." Seferius put the iron bucket on the ground, and several people formed a circle.

Just like when they came, several people put their hands on the door keys, and then when the time came, the door to space was instantly opened. After a while, the world was spinning, and they landed on a small hillside, which was right behind the Burrow.

"It's very strange, isn't it? The door key is made of an iron bucket." Luna patted the dust on her body and said happily to Louis.

"This trip was very fun because Dad discovered other special creatures."

"What's there?" Louis asked following her words.

"It's a secret. If you're interested, you can watch the next issue of The Quibbler."

"I will, Luna."

Ron was muttering to the side that no one would read that kind of magazine, but his voice was so low that Luna and the others could not hear it.

After they separated from the Lovegood family and Diggory, no one spoke anymore because they were so hungry that they got up so early that they didn't even have time to eat before queuing up to get the door key.

Indeed, after the Dark Mark appeared, no one was willing to stay there for one more second, and in such a panic last night, no one slept well except Louis.

After walking for dozens of minutes, the Burrow was already in sight. At the door, Mrs. Weasley looked out with a worried look. When she saw a group of them, she hurried up to meet them.

"Thank God, you are finally back." Mrs. Weasley kissed each child excitedly.

"Bill and the others came back first. He told me what happened. Arthur, is this all true?"

Arthur nodded seriously, and Mrs. Weasley's eyes flashed with tears, tears of excitement.

"Okay, mom, we are all fine." The twin brothers comforted Molly, "Is there anything to eat? We are all starving to death."

Several people slowly squeezed into the kitchen, and Molly brought out the food that had been prepared. Under the temptation of the delicious food, they suddenly lost all sleep and turned into little gluttons.

In this atmosphere, the warm life of a big family of wizards began.