v2 Chapter 352： Harry's Sadness

It's been two weeks since the holiday started.

Harry's life back at the Dursleys remained unchanged.

No matter how many things happened in the magic world, how thrilling his experience in that castle was, after returning to this "home" on Privet Road, it was as if he had come to another world.

Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon wouldn't have cared about his experiences, and wouldn't even have allowed Harry to draw that "little stick" in front of them.

They all knew that Harry couldn't use magic outside of school, so the incident with his Aunt Maggie had left Vernon with a sense of fear, but he still had enough restraints on Harry.

At this time, Harry, in order to avoid the reprimands of his aunt and uncle, was lying on the grass in the garden, pretending that he was no longer home.

In fact, lying like this is not comfortable at all, of course, it is not comparable to the sofa in the living room, but as long as there is no screaming, even lying directly in the mud, Harry is willing.

Inside the house, Uncle Vernon was watching the news on TV very loudly, and he could vaguely hear something about the fact that the Spanish porters were not satisfied with the current welfare strike, and Uncle Vernon's unique voice shouted.

"If it were me, I'd give them the right to take a nap for life!" he roared viciously, obviously it wasn't that he was really thinking about these porters.

Harry's attention was certainly not on Vernon.

He was looking up at the sky with a piece of grass in his mouth, thinking about what happened in Hogwarts.

Everyone in the wizarding world now knows that Voldemort is back, but it's been two weeks since that event, and he's not moving at all.

But no movement is normal.

It is said that Professor Forrest injured him very badly, and it is most likely that he should be carefully raising the wound somewhere.

Already in Harry's mind, the scene of the noseless man waving his wand furiously, using the Cruciatus Curse, and venting his anger on his subordinates.

At the same time, Harry still had some lingering fears in his heart.

If Sherlock hadn't replaced his identity at that time, then the one who was taken away in the end was who he really was.

He didn't even dare to think that if he really faced Voldemort, what ability would he have to resist.

Everyone knew there were prophecies that he was the only one who could defeat Voldemort, but Harry never felt any different.

The reason why he was able to survive Voldemort's life-threatening curse when he was a child did not concern him at all, because his mother bought it with her life.

Every time Harry experienced people's admiration for his scars, there was actually a subconscious feeling of sadness in his heart.

Those people thought this was his glory, a testimony of victory.

Only he understands that this is actually his mother's death certificate.

He chewed the grass roots in his mouth, and the bitter juice was swallowed by him and his saliva, just like his mood at the moment.

As if he felt something, an illusory figure suddenly appeared beside him. Harry tilted his head and looked over. Lily, who was in a state of soul, looked at him quietly with a gentle smile on her face.

"It's still daytime, Mom, and Professor Forrest said you'd better come out at night," Harry said worriedly.

Lily knelt down beside Harry like this, and gently stroked Harry's black hair with those hands that would never touch the real thing.

"There's no big problem with shade to block the sun," she said softly. "I can sense you're in a bad mood, Harry."

Harry blinked, hiding.

"No, I was just thinking about the mess."

"Is it because that person came back?"

Harry was silent, Lily was his own mother, and what his son was thinking, few mothers could not guess.

"You will be fifteen years old in a few days. It's still too early to say adults, but you can also say that you are a big child. It's normal to have your own thoughts, but when you encounter problems that you can't figure out, you must not hide them. Go ask someone who is older and more knowledgeable than you, that's how people grow up, and no one has any trouble at all."

Lily's voice was so soft that only Harry, who was next to her, could hear it, masked by the loud TV on Uncle Vernon.

Harry didn't hide his thoughts either, and said in a muffled voice.

"I was actually thinking, if Voldemort wanted to get me, what if someone dies because of me?"

"If it was me who lifted the trophy with Cedric that day, then not only would I not be able to save my own life, but Cedric would surely die..."

"So are you and Dad, if it wasn't for me... you wouldn't actually be dead..."

Lily looked at Harry's eyes and became distressed.

Harry is indeed not a child anymore, he thinks a lot, but the more he thinks, the more he blames himself.

The source of all his misfortune came from that prophecy, and the source of the prophecy was him.

"No one would think of you like that Harry." Lily's voice became serious, "Neither me nor James, we never felt like we were dying for anyone."

"We are fighting against evil, in order to defeat the man. This is what we all voluntarily believed in and stood by. Not just us, Sirius, Lupin, Dumbledore, the Weasleys, and you now. Professor Forrest, they are all working hard and paying for this belief."

"Like now you will also inherit the legacy of me and your father, and you are fighting against evil, aren't you? So don't make your own thinking so important, no one is indispensable, and don't attribute unreasonable mistakes to on myself."

"If you want to prevent the people around you from being hurt, then you need to gain more knowledge, learn, work hard, and have the ability to protect them, so that in the end, no matter how good or bad the result is, you will never again To blame and regret." Qiang Xie read Xie

"After all, you have done your best to do it, no one will scold you again, and you will have a clear conscience."

Harry spit out the grass in his mouth. He is not a person who complains about himself. He is only in a bad mood occasionally. When Lily said this, he cheered up a lot. control the big lord

"You're right, Mom, nothing will change if I lie down here. I have to work hard even in the summer vacation. Professor Forrest and Professor Shilk live very close to me. I have time. You should ask them for advice!"

He got up from the grass and looked like he was going to go to Sherlock now to discuss magic studies, but he stopped before he even walked out of Privet Drive.

Dudley, who was out with friends, happened to be back at this time.

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