v4 Chapter 31： Voldemort's comeback

Itchy, very itchy!

It was an experience Harry had never had since he was born, like making a person grow ten thousand times faster.

Finally, with a large stream of steam, he stepped out of the cauldron. The self who was a baby a few minutes ago is now an adult

Harry had a vague suspicion in his heart.

"Put me a robe." A cold, high-pitched voice sounded.

The moment his dream self opened his mouth, Harry felt his forehead split open. He suddenly rolled over from the bed and sat up, and Harry finally woke up from this eerie dream.

Harry touched the bedding under him and found that he was wet with his own sweat again. The next second, he was dizzy again, feeling like someone was cutting his head with a chainsaw.

"Harry, are you alright?" Harry's commotion woke Ron from the next bed, and he jumped up and looked at his friend with concern.

"It's okay... no, it's okay, I have a headache

Harry said hesitantly, "I had a very strange dream.

"I'm going to call my dad." Ron stood up from the bed without hesitation. Harry tried to stop him, but his outstretched hand was empty. Ron has quickly left the room.

After a while, Mr. Weasley came over.

"Harry, I heard you have a headache?"

Harry was a little embarrassed, and he was lucky enough to think it might just be a nightmare—even though he didn't believe it himself. Reason told him that he should report the matter to a reliable adult wizard now, but he was still a little bit resistant in his heart.

Controversy returned, Harry nodded honestly.

Mr. Weasley was silent for a moment, "It's very likely that the person who stole your blood is casting a curse. Headaches and nightmares are the effects of the curse. Harry, I need to take you to the doctor - Ron, you stay here. sleep tight."

Harry breathed a sigh of relief, the statement seemed acceptable and more believable. Ron's face changed, but after thinking about it carefully, he didn't seem to be able to help Harry with the past, so he embarrassed and went back to his bed.

"Thank you for your hard work, Mr. Weasley." Harry felt a little guilty, Mr. Weasley was already very tired, and he had to run around because of himself. It's hard to find a doctor in the middle of the night.

When Harry put on a coat and came to the tent door, ready to go out with Mr. Weasley, the tent curtain was pulled open first, and a tall figure appeared in front of them.

"Professor Dumbledore!" Harry saw the person he most wanted to see right now.

"Arthur sent me a letter telling me about your kidnapping. I thought about it and decided to come over to see for myself - I can see that I came in time." Dumbledore Blinking his eyes, he seemed happy for his timely appearance.

"Dumbledore in time, I-" Harry was eager to tell what happened to him, but Dumbledore reached out a hand and interrupted him.

"Let's find a quiet place to chat, there's nothing more disgusting than talking loudly at night." Dumbledore glanced at the other rooms in the tent, then motioned for Harry to go out with him.

Dumbledore took Harry out of the tent, and Mr. Weasley went back to his room to sleep in peace. With Dumbledore around, he didn't need to worry about anything.

At this time, the camp has fallen into silence, those who want to leave early have left, and those who stay here are also assigned to tents and fall asleep safely. In the huge camp, only Harry and Dumbledore were wandering outside

"The power of Tom's spells is getting stronger and stronger... Maybe I'm going to install a fire protection system at Hogwarts." Dumbledore looked at the charred tent debris piled up by the camp, and said from the bottom of his heart. sighed.

"Then Seamus must have mistakenly touched many, many times." Seamus is Harry's classmate and a Gryffindor. He seems to be very talented in explosions and always makes some noise in class.

Maybe because Dumbledore was around, Harry felt a lot more at ease, and he even thought about making a joke.

Dumbledore smiled.

After laughing, he cut to the chase.

"I know tonight is a rich and overdone night for you, and I know you need rest and an explanation the most right now." Behind Weasleydo's half-moon glasses, there were clear lake-like eyes. Stared at Ankang for a moment, then told him, "Don't worry, it's not a curse, but can you tell me more about that nightmare?"

Ron couldn't ask for it, and told Dumbledore everything exactly, Ankang Huaduo's eyes gradually became deeper.

Most dreams will gradually become blurred after being confused, but Ron's memory of the dream he just had is extremely cloudy, and even the details are clear.

He also observed Dumbledore's reaction from time to time as he recounted his nightmares, but to his disappointment, Dumbledore barely responded, just being a good listener there. His eyes only flickered when Ron said the blood part.

Weasleydo seemed relieved? Maybe it was because he was confused! Harry told himself that.

After listening to Ron's remarks, Weasleydo's eyes narrowed, he lowered his eyes and looked at Ron, "Some things, knowing too early will only be a burden. But I can be very responsible with you. That said, it's not a bad thing in a way, it's all expected."

Ron:

Weasledo's words were a little incomprehensible to him, and he summoned all his courage and asked Weasledo, "Is that the resurrected man, Voldemort?"

Weasledo turned his back to Ron and said in an unquestioning tone: "Ron, you should go back to sleep Ankang knows that he will never get any more news from Weasledo. There was even a hint of displeasure in his heart: Why didn't Weasleydo talk to him directly? It was like this every time, leaving him in the dark! Why did he have to say the timing was not right? If Maybe the timing is right for Tom Yoder!

Maybe he has other arrangements, Ron can only persuade himself like this.

He went back to the tent, trying to console himself: at least Professor Weasledo knew everything, and his scars didn't hurt anymore when he showed up. It's all good, isn't it?

With a simple mind, Harry fell asleep again.

Meanwhile, at a public offering in the far-flung village of Little Hangleton, a skeleton-like man, with the help of his faithful servants, dons a black robe.

He was tall and thin, his face was paler than a skeleton, his eyes were red, and his nose was like a snake, with only two slits.

With the help of bone, flesh, and blood, Voldemort made a comeback.

good night everybody.