HP Magic Biography

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　　 "Oh, stop all misunderstandings!" Hermione hurriedly said, "Listen, someone has already told us what you overheard with eavesdropping ears last night"

"Really!" Harry roared. When he saw the snowflakes falling down quickly, he buried his hands in his pockets. "It's all talking about me, isn't it? Humph, I'm getting used to it all. ."

　　 "We want to talk to you, Harry." Ginny said comfortingly, "but you have been hiding since you came back from St. Mungo's Hospital..."

　　 "I don't want to talk to anyone," Harry felt increasingly annoyed.

　　 "Hey, that's the stupidest part of you!" Ginny said angrily, "You know, except me, you don't know anyone who has been controlled by that person. Only I can tell you how you feel when you are controlled!"

　　 Harry didn't say a word, letting the words hit him hard.

　　 "Sorry, I forgot." Harry said apologetically.

　　 "You are lucky." Ginny said quietly.

　　 "I'm sorry," Harry said seriously, "I see. So, do you think I'm controlled by that person?"

　　 "Well, can you remember all the things you did? Ginny asked, is there a long period of blankness in your memory? You don't know what you did during that time?"

　　 Harry searched hard in his brain.

　　 "No," he said.

"Then that person hasn't controlled you yet." Ginny said lightly. "When he did to me like that, I never remembered what I did in the first few hours. I would find I’m somewhere, but I don’t know how I got there."

　　 Harry could hardly believe her, but he couldn't help feeling bright in his heart. "What I did about your father being attacked by concubine can dream, although..."

　　 "Harry, you have had this kind of dream before," Hermione said. "Last year there was a scene of what Voldemort was doing in your mind."

"This time is different," Harry said, shaking his head. "I'm in him, standing there, not a third party. It feels like I am him. If Voldemort treats me for some purpose Transfer to London in an instant..."

Hermione was very annoyed. "When you read it one day, it might remind you that you can't suddenly appear or disappear at Hogwarts. Even Voldemort can't make you fly out of your dorm, Harry. "

　　 "You never left your bed, buddy," Ron said, "I saw you tossing and turning in your sleep for at least a minute before we could wake you up."

　　 "Actually, this is a good thing, Harry." Fanlin said.

　　 "A good thing?" Harry couldn't believe it, "How could it be a good thing, me...me and him..."

　　 "Because you can know what he is doing, and Dumbledore has worked hard for twelve years, but since his return, this is completely beyond control."

　　 "You mean, I can see him?" Harry said incredulously, "It really happened?"

　　 "No, it's not absolute." Fanlin shook his head and said, "Do you remember the last time you saw him?"

　　 Harry thought, "Sirius, before he returns, in the Burrow, they are plotting...killing, Mr. Batty Crouch."

　　 "Then, did you find one thing in common?" Fanlin led him.

　　 "The common ground..." Harry thought for a while, "He seems to be...angry..."

　　 "Emotions, Harry." Fanlin said, "Emotions affect people's thoughts, Harry, you have to remember this clearly."

　　 "You mean I can see him when he loses control or is angry?" Harry asked.

　　 "It used to be, but now..."

　　 "What is it now?" Harry asked urgently, and the others looked at Fanlin expectantly.

　　 "I'm sorry, I can't talk to you too much, but..." Fanlin hesitated in front of the fire, "Don't you think, this time, what you saw, Voldemort doesn't seem to..."

　　 "Mood swings?" Harry called, but then sat down again. "But what does this mean?"

"I think he may have mastered the way to get you into his body. I mean, he can influence you because he is stronger than you, so... Harry, you have to become stronger and learn to judge what is What you see, what he deliberately let you see... This is very important!"

　　 Harry lowered his head in thought.

　　 "And..." Fanlin frowned, "You have to learn to protect your brain."

　　 "You mean, he might read..."

"It's a two-way street, Harry." Fanlin said, "To be true enough is to pay a sufficient price. I think this is what Dumbledore considers. You are not his weapon, on the contrary, you can be, he The end of...but before that, I think you should eat something, otherwise I don’t think you will have the strength to go downstairs tomorrow."

　　 Harry began to think again as he paced back and forth in the room. What they said not only comforted him, it really had meaning.

　　 Before thinking about it, he took a sandwich from the plate on the bed and stuffed it into his mouth impatiently.

　　 "I am not his weapon, or I can be..." Harry thought about this, and suddenly a relief spread in his mind.

　　 He wants to return to his team.

　　At this time, Sirius strode past their door, walked to his house, let go of his throat, and sang along the way: God keeps you quiet ~www.wuxiaspot.com~Merry Christmas!

　　How could he ever want to go back to Privet and pass Christmas?

　　 Sirius was deeply pleased that the house was full of people again, especially the return of Harry, which deepened this joy and made it extremely contagious.

　　 He is no longer the gloomy homeowner of their summer; he now firmly believes that everyone should be as happy as him, at least not less than the happiness they felt at Hogwarts.

　　 He worked tirelessly to make preparations before Christmas, cleaning and decorating the house with their help. Therefore, when they went to bed on Christmas Eve, the whole house was completely new and almost unrecognizable.

　　 Hanging with the tarnished lighting is no longer layers of spider silk, but garlands, holly trees, and gold and silver ribbons. Piles of snowflakes gleamed incredible on the shabby carpet.

　　 A huge Christmas tree obtained by Mondungus was refurbished by the fairy lady, covering Sirius’ home tree. Even the statue of Phineas in the hall was wearing a Santa hat and beard.

　　 After Harry woke up on Christmas morning, he found a pile of gifts at the foot of his bed.

　　 Ron has opened his own gift in half, more than Harry’s, piles of dung bombs...

　　 He blessed Harry across a pile of papers.

　　 Thank you so much, this is great; Hermione, who is owed, gave me a homework notebook.

Harry sorted his gifts into categories and found that one of them had Hermione's handwriting. She also gave him a copy. It was a book that looked like a diary, except that it was so loud every time a page was turned. Say: Do today's thing today, otherwise you will still have to do it in the future.