Hogwarts Diary: Snape Goes Crazy

Harry had a nightmare.

He sat up in bed.

Bring your eyes to the dark room.

He dreamed of a dark room, Wormtail, and Voldemort's voice.

By the way, there is also an old man.

Harry thought he might have known the old man, or at least met him, but he couldn't remember it.

Also, he remembered how they said they had killed one person and were going to kill another person, and that they were going to deal with him and Vesey.

The more I recall the scar on my head, the more severe the pain becomes.

Harry didn't think it was a dream, and thought it might be a sign of something terrible about to happen.

But after waiting for a while, he didn't know what to do, so he could only rub the scar on his forehead worriedly.

In such a late night, he really wanted to talk to people about his mental shock after the injury.

He lives with the Dursleys now, but it would be too bizarre to even think of telling such a thing to the Dursleys.

After all, in order to justify his annual trip to Hogwarts, the Dursleys would tell others that he attended a juvenile rehabilitation center.

If he talked to them about the scars, they would just tell him to shut up.

They hated hearing these topics and wanted to throw Harry out with all his belongings.

It would be better to be at Hogwarts.

Although he is not used to the new students every year, he can't help but look back at him.

But there were his twin sisters, his friends Ronald and Hermione, and of course his favorite Quidditch, and his most admired Headmaster Dumbledore.

Even Snape, who was always looking for trouble to deduct points from him, looked cuter at times like this.

He couldn't wait to go back.

But there are still two full weeks until school starts.

He looked helplessly at the three birthday cards on the bed.

This year Vesey made him another watch. This watch is more technological than the one last year and even has a video recording function.

Harry liked this gift very much, or in other words, he would be very happy even if Vesey only sent a greeting card.

Of course, he wouldn't be willing to write to Vesey and tell her that the scar hurt again.

He could imagine Vesey's worries. She would probably sneak away from Mr. Nicolème and spend the whole night trying to find a way to study his scars.

She would be very happy if she finally found out the reason.

But if he couldn't find the reason in the end, Harry could even think of her red eyes and the tears that were about to fall.

This made him uncomfortable just thinking about it, and he didn't want to make Vesey sad again.

As for writing to Hermione and Ronald, it was even more impossible.

Harry could think of Hermione's chirping voice.

She would scream loudly.

Let him go to the hospital and let him tell Dumbledore.

Finally, she looked at him with a dying expression.

And Ronald.

Harry could also imagine what Ronald looked like.

He would definitely show a worried expression, looking at him hesitantly and worriedly.

He would be as worried as him about whether Voldemort was approaching him, and would also go to Mr. Weasley to ask about his situation.

Harry didn't want that.

He really didn't want everyone to finally get together and everyone was worried about his scar.

Fred and George would definitely think he turned into a coward during the summer.

Harry rubbed the scar with his knuckles.

How he wished now that there was an adult wizard who could tell him all this.

Dumbledore was his first thought.

B......

It would be a big surprise if he actually wrote to Dumbledore.

Too much like a spoiled child.

He didn't think it had ever been that way.

Sudden.

He thought of Sirius.

Yes, he should have written it to Sirius.

Harry's eyes lit up.

Sirius was his godfather, and he could write a letter to his godfather.

So he spent the rest of the time writing letters to Sirius.

Before dawn, he finally wrote the letter.

Dear Sirius:

Thank you for the letter you sent us, it made me happy all summer.

The Dursleys have been nice to me this summer. At least they allowed me to be alone.

But I heard Uncle Vernon and the others whispering, as if they thought I was going crazy alone.

Vesey's recent research has also been very good. It can be seen that she has worked very hard with Mr. Nicklerme.

She has already changed a watch for me, and it is said that she will also change a necklace for you. I really hope you are living a good life outside.

By the way, I don’t know why, my scar always hurts a little during this time, I don’t know what the reason is.

The last time it hurt, Voldemort was in our school, but I'm sure Voldemort was not around me this time.

So, did you know that scars caused by spells can reappear years later?

Please give Buckbeak my regards.

Love you Harry.

Harry read it over with satisfaction and thought that the wording of the letter would definitely not show that he was timid before giving it to Hedwig.

But there was no way. This year, after being reminded by the school nurse, Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon finally understood that Dally was too fat and he needed to lose weight.

Harry put down the grapefruit in confusion, even though he knew that Italy would definitely eat it too.

Harry really didn't want to eat this.

Pointing at Harry, he shouted: "||You, go to the living room々々!"

Aunt Petunia gave him a quarter of a grapefruit.

Harry's heart skipped a beat.

Uncle Vernon went to open the door.

"Enough, I don't want to hear it, I have to tell you, I won't allow it

Hedwig is a magical owl.

But even so, Dali still suspected that he was eating secretly, even though he was eating secretly.

Only the address of the Dursleys was written in a small space.

You have to rinse your mouth and blow dry before going back.

At this time, the doorbell rang.

And each time the portion given to Harry would be smaller, which would make Dali feel much better.

(Wang Wang Zhao) Then he suddenly came back angrily.

Harry chuckled and ate the grapefruit slowly.

The writer lives with the Weasley family.

"They wrote to us, saying they want to invite you to the Quidditch World Cup... What is this? You won't cause us trouble again, will you?"

"Quidditch is one of our..."

And it won’t fill your stomach.

Vesey even asked Mr. Nicolème's elf to bring him meals regularly.

Even if you only know a name, you can find that person.

In order to make Dali feel more comfortable, the whole family's recipes are like this.

He came to the living room and was about to ask what happened when he saw Uncle Vernon placing a letter in front of him.

It was delicacies from all over the world, which made him gain weight throughout the summer vacation.

Because since Dali started losing weight, he quickly asked his friends to mail him food.

The aroma was so fragrant that every time he ate, Harry had to hide and only go back after eating outside.

It was an envelope almost covered with stamps.

Dali took the opportunity to eat his share of the grapefruit.

"This is my friend's family..."

Harry didn't care.

He walked downstairs to the kitchen.

"But if you allow me to go out, I won't come back, not even this summer. I know you want to get rid of me!"

But he didn't want to eat them.

Harry felt relieved to leave it to him.