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Chapter 353 Harry's Sorrow

It's been two weeks since the holidays started.

Nothing had changed in Harry's life back at the Dursleys.

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 Drive, it was as if he had come to another world.

Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon didn't care about his experiences, and didn't even allow Harry to pull that "little stick" in front of them.

They all knew that Harry could not use magic outside of school, so although the incident with his aunt Maggie had left Vernon with fear, he still had enough constraints on Harry.

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

In fact, lying down like this wasn't comfortable at all, and of course it couldn't compare to the sofa in the living room, but as long as there wasn't that ear-piercing yelling, Harry was willing to lie directly in the mud.

Inside the house, Uncle Vernon was watching the TV news very loudly. He vaguely heard something about the strike of Spanish luggage workers who were not satisfied with the current welfare, as well as Uncle Vernon's unique shout.

"If it were me, I would give them the right to take a nap for life!" He roared viciously, obviously not because he was really thinking about these luggage workers.

Harry's attention was certainly not on Vernon.

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

Everyone in the wizarding world knew by now that Voldemort was back, but it had been two weeks since that event and he hadn't moved at all.

But nothing is normal.

It is said that Professor Forrest injured him very badly. Most likely, he should be carefully nurturing the wound somewhere.

Already in Harry's mind was the image of the noseless man waving his wand in a rage, using the Cruciatus Curse, and venting his anger on his minions.

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 the real himself.

He didn't even dare to think about what he would be able to do if he really faced Voldemort head-on.

Everyone knew it was prophesied that he was the only one who could defeat Voldemort, but Harry never felt any different in himself.

The reason why I was able to survive from Voldemort's death curse when I was a child, and he didn't care at all, was all because of his mother's life.

Every time Harry experienced people's admiration for his scars, he would subconsciously feel sad.

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

Only he understood that this was actually his mother's death certificate.

He chewed the grass root in his mouth, and swallowed the bitter juice together with his saliva, just like his mood at the moment.

As if sensing something, a phantom figure suddenly appeared beside him. Harry tilted his head to look over, and Lily, who was in a soul state, looked at him quietly with a gentle smile on her face.

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

Lily knelt beside Harry like this, gently stroking Harry's black hair with her hands that would never touch the real thing.

"With shade from the sun, it won't be a big problem," she said softly. "I can feel you're in a bad mood, Harry."

Harry blinked, covering up.

"No, I was just thinking about messy things."

"Is it because that person came back?"

Harry was silent. After all, Lily was his own mother, and what his own son was thinking, there were very few mothers who could not guess.

"You will be 15 years old in a few days. It is too early to be an adult, but it can also be said to be a big child. It is normal to have your own thoughts, but when you encounter problems that you can't figure out, you must not hide them. You can go to Ask people who are older and more knowledgeable than you, that's how people grow up, and no one will be unfazed."

Lily's voice was very soft, covered by Uncle Vernon's loud TV, only Harry who was beside her could hear it.

Harry didn't hide his thoughts anymore, he said in a muffled voice.

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

"If I was the one who lifted the trophy with Cedric that day, then not only would I not be able to save my own life, Cedric would definitely die there too."

"You and Dad too, if it wasn't for me... you wouldn't have died"

Lily looked at Harry with distressed eyes.

Harry is indeed not a child anymore, he will think about many things, but the more he thinks, the more he will blame himself.

The source of all the misfortunes he encountered 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. "Whether it's me or James, we never feel that we are dying for anyone."

"We are fighting against evil, in order to defeat that man. This is the belief that all of us are voluntary and insist on. Not only us, Sirius, Lupine, Dumbledore, the Weasley family, but also your current Professor Forrest, they are all working hard and paying for this belief."

"Just like now you will inherit the will of me and your father, and you are fighting against evil, aren't you? So don't think so important about yourself, 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, you need to acquire more knowledge, learn, work hard, and have the ability to protect them, so that in the end, no matter the result is good or bad, you will never be hurt again. To blame and regret."

"After all, you have done your best, no one will reprimand you, 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 in a bad mood only occasionally. Lily said this, and he cheered up a lot.

"You're right, Mom, I won't change the result if I lie here. Even in the summer vacation, I will work hard. Professor Forrest and Professor Silk live very close to me. I have time. You should ask them for advice!"

He stood up from the grass, looking like he was planning to go to Sherlock now to discuss magic learning, but he stopped before he had just stepped out of Privet Drive.

Dudley, who was out to hang out with his friends, happened to come back at this time.

(End of this chapter)