Hogwarts Homecoming

"Harry, Harry?"

A voice echoed in Harry's ears, sounding anxious and worried.

"What the hell, bro?"

Another slightly confused voice also reached my ears,

"Is it true what Hermione guessed, that your scar hurts again?"

Two voices constantly appeared in Harry's mind alternately. They sounded very close to him, but they were as blurry as if they were separated from a dream. At the same time, two figures were also shaking desperately in front of his eyes. Harry blinked hard. He closed his eyes, trying to see them clearly. He didn't know how much time had passed due to the hazy consciousness, but suddenly at a certain time, his keen senses returned to his body.

hiss--

With a sudden gasp, Harry bounced up from the ground quickly, and then, like a drowning person who was about to suffocate, he finally came to the surface, bending over and gasping loudly.

"Are you okay, Harry, have you come to your senses!"

Hermione shouted anxiously while suppressing her voice, and patted Harry's back hard. The force made Harry feel that Hermione wanted to break his spine. He was grateful to Hermione for wanting to help him, but never In terms of consequences, he would have preferred Hermione to stand quietly and helplessly like Ron.

"I don't want to spend the rest of my life in a wheelchair, Hermione, so can you please stop filming?"

When Harry showed clear reason and the ability to speak, Hermione immediately stopped moving. She covered her mouth with her hands and had tears in her eyes. It seemed that the accident that had just happened to her really scared her.

But Harry didn't have time to comfort her. After breathing more freely, Harry subconsciously covered the scar on his forehead. Then, he discovered that in the past unknown amount of time, his originally dry hair had become wet, like It looked like he had just washed his hair, and from this it could be inferred that his current complexion was probably ugly and scary.

"I saw him!"

Harry shook off the sweat and raised his collar, letting the breeze flowing on the field flow into it.

"who?"

Ron looked at him with an expression as if he had seen a ghost, and he asked with a trembling voice.

"Voldemort!" Harry said simply, without any hesitation.

Then, after hearing this, Ron took a step back subconsciously, his face became pale, and his expression looked even more frightened, while Hermione was much calmer, as if that was the case.

"Just like last summer, I saw Voldemort. This is not a hallucination, it must be real. I saw Voldemort and Vitia Cliona killing an old Muggle in an old house. It was later proven that this happened, so it’s true this time too!”

Afraid that Hermione and Ron would think he was hallucinating something because he was overly concerned about Voldemort's actions, Harry explained first.

"You mean you saw Voldemort kill him again?" Ron bit his lip tightly, with unspeakable fear in his eyes.

"I"

Thinking back to the strange and unreasonable emotions that emerged in his heart when the sight of Voldemort just appeared in front of his eyes, Harry said with confusion and hesitation,

"He didn't kill anyone this time, but -"

Harry pursed his dry lips and tried to organize his words so that Hermione and Ron could understand them.

"I saw a man who I had never seen before, but he knelt in front of Voldemort and said something, oh. I couldn't hear clearly. It seemed that this matter had something to do with Professor Brain. He seemed to think that what the man said was unclear, got furious and ordered him to investigate. He was nervous and scared. Oh, and I saw Lucius Malfoy there too!"

"Malfoy's father?" Hermione frowned slightly, "Where are they?"

Harry squinted his eyes. The scene this time was not as clear as the last time in his sleep. He could not see many things clearly.

"In a house, oh, it looks grand."

"That's Malfoy Manor."

Ron said,

"My dad told us that the Malfoy's was a very luxurious manor."

Something to do with Professor Blaine

Hermione pursed her lips. It took a few minutes for Professor Blaine to pass by them. Like Hagrid, he must have just returned to Hogwarts.

"What do you think Professor Blaine did that would scare Voldemort? Hermione, has the Daily Prophet reported any news recently?"

Harry thought about the fragment he had just seen and looked at Hermione expectantly.

"Even if it did, the Daily Prophet wouldn't say anything."

After thinking for a while, Hermione looked confused, "He won't be back in London for more than a day. What can he do?"

"Maybe Hagrid will know."

Ron suddenly said,

"He and Professor Dumbledore have just returned from Hagrid's hut. If he does something extraordinary again, Hagrid might know about it."

This is a reasonable inference, and they were originally going to visit Hagrid.

Harry couldn't wait to run to Hagrid's hut, wanting to find out this matter, and also to ask what the task Dumbledore had given him, and Ron followed him.

After hesitating for a moment whether to persuade Harry to tell Professor Blaine or Professor Dumbledore about this, Hermione finally suppressed the idea for the time being and ran up.

Two thin and tall figures slowly emerged from the air after the three little wizards ran away.

Dumbledore's eyes followed Harry's back until he jumped into Hagrid's hut before he looked away and turned to look at Amosta with eyes full of worry.

"It's obvious that the mysterious bond between Harry and Tom is strengthening -"

"This is what is expected to happen."

Amosta also had a few more vertical lines between his eyebrows.

There is a lot of information in common between the two people. Both of them understand why Harry can see what Voldemort is going through, and they also understand how this incident will hurt Harry.

"Do you think Occlumency could help Harry resist this connection?"

Dumbledore's old face showed worry, an expression he rarely showed in front of others, and his clear and calm voice became a little hoarse.

Amosta raised his eyelids,

"I'm afraid not. You and I both know, Principal Dumbledore, that Occlumency is effective in resisting spiritual invasion and protecting one's own thoughts, but the previous connection between Harry and Voldemort was more mysterious, a connection at the soul level. . No one can really explain why the fragment of Voldemort's soul wrapped around Harry's soul can allow him to see what the 'main soul' is going through."

Dumbledore fell silent, and his drooping eyebrows made him look a little depressed. And Amosta said nothing more, he was also lost in his thoughts.

"I went to Gringotts this morning to accompany Amelia to open the vault. In addition, I think the Slytherin emblem that Newt got from the basilisk's mouth may be Slytherin's. The key to the vault, so I went to verify my suspicion."

Dumbledore, who was immersed in worries about Harry, suddenly came back to his senses and looked at Amosta in surprise.

"--My guess was correct, it was indeed Salazar Slytherin's own vault key."

Amosta still frowned,

"This matter is very complicated. In short, I got some help from the treasury that will help improve my magic skills. Oh, please forgive me for not being able to show you, that thing has dissipated on its own, and I am still temporarily Can't be reproduced."

"Tom knows about this?"

Many thoughts flashed through Dumbledore's blue eyes. He temporarily suppressed his doubts and focused on what Amosta was talking about.

"I met Theodore's father in Gringotts. He must have gone secretly to find the goblin named Bogrod who led me. I personally think he didn't use any illegal methods on Bogrod. Otherwise Voldemort would not have asked Old Nott to investigate Bogrod and he didn't know what help I got from Salazar Slytherin's vault."

While speculating, Amosta said,

"I think. I think Bogrod may have been coerced and induced by Old Nott. He told him some limited information. For example, I went underground and opened an ancient vault."

Amosta narrowed his eyes slightly, his purple pupils glowing brightly.

"But Harry said that Voldemort was nervous and scared. That's really interesting, isn't it, Headmaster Dumbledore?"

After a few seconds of silence, the wrinkles on Dumbledore's face relaxed, and joy flashed in his blue pupils.

"You're right, Tom feels nervous and scared. Oh, this is indeed worth pondering. It seems that we need to investigate this matter clearly."