Chapter 352 Rice: If you have any questions, please go to Dumbledore, he is the one

Under normal circumstances, a person's soul is very stable. Only damage to the soul level can cause such an unstable state.

So Les couldn't help but be a little curious about how Harry ended up like this.

After closing the door to the classroom, Harry found a stool to sit down, and then told Les uneasily that the scar on his forehead had been burning and hurting recently, and he often had strange dreams at night. His intuition told him that this was the case. Not a good sign.

"Oh?" Les raised his eyebrows: "What dream?"

"I dreamed that I was taking a bath..."

Les:?

It's really strange. Although it is indeed outrageous to take a shower in a dream, it is still strange.

"It's not an ordinary bath, but..." Harry stopped and thought about his words: "Someone has been adding weird things to my bath water..."

Les's eyes narrowed slightly. It was normal for people to dream, but there was definitely something wrong with a wizard having the same dream for many days in a row. Combined with Harry's own condition, Les had already guessed the source of Harry's scar pain and strange dreams.

There was something wrong with his soul, and it had something to do with Voldemort. The greatest possibility is that his soul was "tainted" by Voldemort's soul and became a special Horcrux of Voldemort, so that he and Voldemort had a wonderful connection.

When Voldemort returns to his state, the fragments of Voldemort in Harry's soul will also become active, causing a situation similar to a lumbar disc herniation compressing the nerves, causing Harry's scar to cause pain from the soul. At the same time, Harry is asleep and his own soul is active. After descending, the active fragment of Voldemort's soul will input some information into Harry's brain.

"I think you should go find Professor Dumbledore." Rice gave the most pertinent advice. His instinct told him that the problem Harry encountered was very difficult, so he decided to kick the ball to Dumbledore. After all, he is the principal. Isn't it because Rice and Helga were so tolerant to Dumbledore because he is now shouldering the responsibilities that a principal should bear?

Harry:…

"Professor Dumbledore has so many things going on all day long. It's ridiculous to go to him with such a trivial matter." Harry just thought about the conversation that would take place after finding Dumbledore and he felt extremely embarrassed——

["What's the matter, Harry?"

"Professor, the scar on my forehead is hurting."

"Here are painkillers. Take them and it will stop the pain. Remember to go to bed on time and don't stay up late. Is there anything else?"

"Professor, I dream every night that I am taking a bath and adding strange things to my bath water."

"..."

"Don't take a shower before going to bed in the future. If you have nothing else to do, you can go back."]

As soon as this conversation emerged in his mind, Harry immersed it in the depths of his mind as if he wanted to drown it.

Les scratched his head: It would be a bit difficult if Harry didn't want to find Dumbledore. He didn't want and had no obligation to take over this hot potato.

Although he has experience in removing soul pollution, this operation is too laborious and laborious, and he has no "medicine" on hand to treat it - unless Godric is resurrected, chooses Harry as his heir, and then he takes him with him Students came to him and begged him sincerely, and showed enough sincerity that he would find a way to arrange treatment for Harry.

"Well, how about I make you a pair of sleeping potions? I'll make sure you sleep soundly. Does the scar hurt? I have some painkilling potions here. Can you take a drink?" Les decided to take a look at Harry. As a Hogwarts student, he helped Harry treat the symptoms - commonly known as treating headaches and feet.

Harry was silent: Although it didn't sound very reliable, the method Les gave might actually be quite useful.

You can't find the root of the problem, and you can't solve the problem itself, but you can cover up the problem on the surface. Harry thinks that this is not impossible.

After Harry nodded in agreement, Les quickly prepared the potion for him and gave him a dropper and a small measuring cup.

"The red potion is a sleeping potion. After drinking it, you will be guaranteed to sleep harder than a pig. You can control the dosage yourself. One milliliter will give you an hour's sleep. You can calculate how much you need. If you drink too much, you will be late for class the next day. Don't blame me."

Harry happily took the sleeping potion from Les' hand. He didn't want to dream about the big bath again.

"This bottle is a painkiller. Use it after the scar starts to hurt. You can only use the dropper I gave you to suck one drop at a time. Never drink more, because this medicine has negative effects and will make you emotionally dull. "The second batch of potions given by Les was more heavyweight, because it was not actually a painkiller.

Harry's pain originated from his soul. It was the friction and collision between two souls. This was equivalent to a much weakened Cruciatus Curse, and ordinary painkillers had no effect at all.

If painkillers could really solve the pain at the soul level, the Cruciatus Curse wouldn't be so vicious.

What Rice gave was actually a "narcotic" for the soul, which could dull the soul of the person who took the medicine, thereby alleviating the pain. As for the side effects, it will make people's reactions slower and lose their ability to perceive and express emotions. The side effects were so severe that Les did not dare to let Harry use it more - he was not Peter Pettigrew, so Les had to pay attention to the effects.

"By the way, if drinking the sleeping potion still has no effect, then add this to the potion." Les took out a potion bottle with a dazzling light from his arms, "It's still one milliliter per hour."

This is the potion used to erase Harry's memory.

Les can't stop Harry from dreaming, but he can make him forget about it after he dreams...

"Great, thank you Les!" Harry happily left the classroom with three bottles of potions. Les looked at Harry's leaving figure with complicated eyes.

To be honest, the three bottles of potions that Les gave Harry could not solve the problem at its root. He just dug a hole into the problem and buried it.

"Well, the best way is to go to Dumbledore...Only he will help you wholeheartedly." Les couldn't help but sigh.

Harry didn't know this. He returned to the dormitory happily, and before going to bed at night, he prepared eight milliliters of sleeping potion for himself as Les said.

As a result, although he slept soundly, he still dreamed of that strange dream at night: he was lying in a bathtub and adding all kinds of strange things to his bath water alone.

"My strength is returning..." Harry croaked.

"Yes, we will help you return to your heyday and gain more power. We only need you to do one thing for us, one thing you especially want to do." The mist covered the man's face, making Harry couldn't see him clearly.

He only knew that "he" laughed crazily after hearing those words.

Then Harry woke up, put on his glasses and glanced at the time on the clock, and found that he had indeed slept for eight full hours...

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