Chapter 341 Telling your elders immediately is the best option
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He Dian Bai Kai Shui
Harry wasn't calling because Voldemort came to the door with his wand.
But it's not much different than Voldemort coming to your door.
After Suer hung up the phone, he went upstairs and returned to the bedroom. He sat at the desk for a while, spread out the parchment, took off the pen cap, and wrote a line -
"Dear Professor Dumbledore, Harry called from the Dursleys and said that the scar left by Voldemort started to hurt again. I think it is necessary to inform you about this."
After writing 'you', Suer did not continue writing. Instead, he put down the pen, gently rubbed his brow, crumpled the paper with a line of words on it, threw it into the wastebasket, and took a deep breath. Opening the drawer with a breath.
It concerns the village bully Voldemort, and also concerns whether he can be happy with Hermione in the future without being ashamed. It is better to go to Harry to find out the situation first.
Then he wrote to Dumbledore and asked him to take action and solve the problem by himself. In the words of Professor Snape, Soul thought that what he had in his head was not splendens.
According to Harry, the dream was last night. He should go to Harry early to find out the situation, inform Dumbledore through the owl, and ask him to come to the door in time with the Elder Wand, maybe...
With this thought, Suer made a decision, took some money from the drawer, went downstairs and said to Mrs. Ellison before going out. Don't get me wrong, it's not gold galleons, it's pounds. After all, taxi drivers don't Recognize gold galleons.
As for gold Galleons, you can use them to ride the Knight Bus.
I!Soul Bones Ellison!If you jump from the second floor window of this house now, you will definitely not take the Knight Bus! ! !
After a while... Soul returned home helplessly, went upstairs to get another currency under Mrs. Ellison's puzzled eyes, walked out of the house again, found a remote corner, and raised his wand with an ugly expression. .
Is today a public holiday for taxi drivers?There's not even a taxi standing on the roadside? !
Didn’t you expect that I would also have a really delicious day?
"Creak..." The familiar purple bus that brings back memories of unpleasant rides comes into view.
"Knight Bus! The mission must be accomplished! Sir, where are you going?" The familiar freckle-faced conductor wearing a hat, the familiar slogan...
"Privet Drive, Little Whinging." Sol got on the bus and paid the fare, then sat on the seat and held the handlebars tightly.
The conductor checked the silver coins one by one, then flicked the brim of his hat and said loudly, "Okay, Little Whinging, Privet Drive, we'll be there soon!"
Accompanied by an explosion and a strong push on the back, Suer turned pale and closed his eyes. I will never raise the flag again...
Probably because Sur was the only passenger on the bus today, the Knight Bus chose the shortest route, and as we all know, a straight line is the shortest between two points.
A few minutes later, well, you read that right, a few minutes.
Due to physical reasons, Suer was forced to lean forward, and the conductor's cordial greetings rang in his ears.
"Sir, Little Whinging, Privet Drive, has arrived."
Su Er blinked his eyes in confusion. Well, except for the frightening push on the back when accelerating at the beginning and the dizzy forward leaning force when decelerating, the whole process was more comfortable than going to Mr. Scamander's house not long ago. Much.
By the way, when Soul and the others came back, they did not choose to take the Knight Bus. Instead, they went to Diagon Alley through the fireplace and then took the normal bus and subway back home. It was a bit troublesome, but it was good for the health.
As for Hagrid?Sorry, the Scamanders don't have such a big fireplace.
"Welcome to ride next time, Knight Bus, your considerate travel butler." The conductor stood at the door and waved gently.
"Definitely next time." A stiff smile appeared on Su Er's lips.
According to the brass nameplate on the mailbox in front of each house, Suhr quickly found the Dursley's house and the nameplate next door that said---'Sirius Black'
Sur: ...ah...
If Voldemort or his henchmen come over, Black's name will be the first thing he sees... Isn't this like lighting a lantern in the toilet and asking Avada to eat a big melon?
Anyone with any brain would have guessed that Harry lived here.
"Dong dong." Suer walked into the Black house with a strange look on his face. Oh no, I should say the courtyard of the Potter house. He went to the front of the house and knocked on the door.
There was a clack of slippers on the ground, then a click. 'The door was opened from the inside.
"Sul? You're here so soon? I remember your home is far away from here..." Harry said in surprise, "Come in quickly."
"I came here by Knight Bus." Suer nodded, "What is that 'dream' you mentioned on the phone?"
Harry led Soul to sit down in the living room, and then began to talk about the 'dream' he had last night.
Su Er nodded while listening, "Well...that's it...do you know the name of that tall and lanky man?"
"I only remember two words, it seems to be, Barty." Harry thought for a while and replied.
Oh, Barty, it should be called Barty Jr., Soul looked surprised. If it was Barty Crouch Jr., it would be consistent with the content of the prophecy that Harry heard in the final exam of Prophecy class last school year. Sure enough, even if Peter Pettigrew was kissed by a dementor, the bald monster would still have fans rushing to help.
"Tell me, is Voldemort nearby? Otherwise, why would my scar hurt?" Harry asked nervously, "The last time it hurt like this, it was because Voldemort was in Hogwarts..."
"Probably not, Harry, don't be nervous." Soul shook his head and made a little joke,
"If Voldemort is around here right now, you should know what he wants to do most, right? Moreover, judging from your description, he should be very weak now and will not come to you."
"But I clearly saw that Voldemort and the others had already killed one person, and were preparing to kill more people... I also saw an old man falling in front of them."
Harry couldn't help but touch the scar on his forehead, "I always feel that it wasn't a dream... it was too real."
"This is indeed not a dream, Harry." Soul nodded, "I guess that for some reason, you briefly saw what Voldemort saw. In other words, you were most likely because of something last night. For this reason, it is linked to Voldemort’s brain.”
"Link to Voldemort's brain?" Harry asked back and swallowed, "Then what should I do now? My scar was horribly hot last night and it hurt very much."
"Do you have a pen and paper?" Suer shook his head. "I don't know what to do now, but we'd better write this down and tell the elders to let them handle it."
"Tell who? Sirius?"
"Do not."
"Dumbledore."
But it's not much different than Voldemort coming to your door.
After Suer hung up the phone, he went upstairs and returned to the bedroom. He sat at the desk for a while, spread out the parchment, took off the pen cap, and wrote a line -
"Dear Professor Dumbledore, Harry called from the Dursleys and said that the scar left by Voldemort started to hurt again. I think it is necessary to inform you about this."
After writing 'you', Suer did not continue writing. Instead, he put down the pen, gently rubbed his brow, crumpled the paper with a line of words on it, threw it into the wastebasket, and took a deep breath. Opening the drawer with a breath.
It concerns the village bully Voldemort, and also concerns whether he can be happy with Hermione in the future without being ashamed. It is better to go to Harry to find out the situation first.
Then he wrote to Dumbledore and asked him to take action and solve the problem by himself. In the words of Professor Snape, Soul thought that what he had in his head was not splendens.
According to Harry, the dream was last night. He should go to Harry early to find out the situation, inform Dumbledore through the owl, and ask him to come to the door in time with the Elder Wand, maybe...
With this thought, Suer made a decision, took some money from the drawer, went downstairs and said to Mrs. Ellison before going out. Don't get me wrong, it's not gold galleons, it's pounds. After all, taxi drivers don't Recognize gold galleons.
As for gold Galleons, you can use them to ride the Knight Bus.
I!Soul Bones Ellison!If you jump from the second floor window of this house now, you will definitely not take the Knight Bus! ! !
After a while... Soul returned home helplessly, went upstairs to get another currency under Mrs. Ellison's puzzled eyes, walked out of the house again, found a remote corner, and raised his wand with an ugly expression. .
Is today a public holiday for taxi drivers?There's not even a taxi standing on the roadside? !
Didn’t you expect that I would also have a really delicious day?
"Creak..." The familiar purple bus that brings back memories of unpleasant rides comes into view.
"Knight Bus! The mission must be accomplished! Sir, where are you going?" The familiar freckle-faced conductor wearing a hat, the familiar slogan...
"Privet Drive, Little Whinging." Sol got on the bus and paid the fare, then sat on the seat and held the handlebars tightly.
The conductor checked the silver coins one by one, then flicked the brim of his hat and said loudly, "Okay, Little Whinging, Privet Drive, we'll be there soon!"
Accompanied by an explosion and a strong push on the back, Suer turned pale and closed his eyes. I will never raise the flag again...
Probably because Sur was the only passenger on the bus today, the Knight Bus chose the shortest route, and as we all know, a straight line is the shortest between two points.
A few minutes later, well, you read that right, a few minutes.
Due to physical reasons, Suer was forced to lean forward, and the conductor's cordial greetings rang in his ears.
"Sir, Little Whinging, Privet Drive, has arrived."
Su Er blinked his eyes in confusion. Well, except for the frightening push on the back when accelerating at the beginning and the dizzy forward leaning force when decelerating, the whole process was more comfortable than going to Mr. Scamander's house not long ago. Much.
By the way, when Soul and the others came back, they did not choose to take the Knight Bus. Instead, they went to Diagon Alley through the fireplace and then took the normal bus and subway back home. It was a bit troublesome, but it was good for the health.
As for Hagrid?Sorry, the Scamanders don't have such a big fireplace.
"Welcome to ride next time, Knight Bus, your considerate travel butler." The conductor stood at the door and waved gently.
"Definitely next time." A stiff smile appeared on Su Er's lips.
According to the brass nameplate on the mailbox in front of each house, Suhr quickly found the Dursley's house and the nameplate next door that said---'Sirius Black'
Sur: ...ah...
If Voldemort or his henchmen come over, Black's name will be the first thing he sees... Isn't this like lighting a lantern in the toilet and asking Avada to eat a big melon?
Anyone with any brain would have guessed that Harry lived here.
"Dong dong." Suer walked into the Black house with a strange look on his face. Oh no, I should say the courtyard of the Potter house. He went to the front of the house and knocked on the door.
There was a clack of slippers on the ground, then a click. 'The door was opened from the inside.
"Sul? You're here so soon? I remember your home is far away from here..." Harry said in surprise, "Come in quickly."
"I came here by Knight Bus." Suer nodded, "What is that 'dream' you mentioned on the phone?"
Harry led Soul to sit down in the living room, and then began to talk about the 'dream' he had last night.
Su Er nodded while listening, "Well...that's it...do you know the name of that tall and lanky man?"
"I only remember two words, it seems to be, Barty." Harry thought for a while and replied.
Oh, Barty, it should be called Barty Jr., Soul looked surprised. If it was Barty Crouch Jr., it would be consistent with the content of the prophecy that Harry heard in the final exam of Prophecy class last school year. Sure enough, even if Peter Pettigrew was kissed by a dementor, the bald monster would still have fans rushing to help.
"Tell me, is Voldemort nearby? Otherwise, why would my scar hurt?" Harry asked nervously, "The last time it hurt like this, it was because Voldemort was in Hogwarts..."
"Probably not, Harry, don't be nervous." Soul shook his head and made a little joke,
"If Voldemort is around here right now, you should know what he wants to do most, right? Moreover, judging from your description, he should be very weak now and will not come to you."
"But I clearly saw that Voldemort and the others had already killed one person, and were preparing to kill more people... I also saw an old man falling in front of them."
Harry couldn't help but touch the scar on his forehead, "I always feel that it wasn't a dream... it was too real."
"This is indeed not a dream, Harry." Soul nodded, "I guess that for some reason, you briefly saw what Voldemort saw. In other words, you were most likely because of something last night. For this reason, it is linked to Voldemort’s brain.”
"Link to Voldemort's brain?" Harry asked back and swallowed, "Then what should I do now? My scar was horribly hot last night and it hurt very much."
"Do you have a pen and paper?" Suer shook his head. "I don't know what to do now, but we'd better write this down and tell the elders to let them handle it."
"Tell who? Sirius?"
"Do not."
"Dumbledore."
