Harry Potter and the Secret Treasure

The construction company run by Mr. Mason is now Uncle Harry's largest purchaser, so for them, Ivan's words carry a lot of weight.

Of course, another reason may be that the Dursleys gave up. They finally knew that no matter what they did, it was impossible to squeeze the power of magic out of Harry's body. He doesn't exist.

Compared with the previous practice, Harry is happy with this status quo.

The only bad thing is that he can only stay in his own room for the whole summer vacation, and he can't go anywhere.

No one talks to him, he is like a helpless boat, stranded here alone...

The pain in the scar disturbed Harry's thoughts again.

He struggled to get up from the bed and looked around his little room blankly.

At his footsteps, a large chest opened, revealing a cauldron, broomsticks, and different kinds of magic textbooks.

Rolls of parchment were strewn about on Harry's desk, and on the other side of the desk was a large, empty cage in which Hdwig the Owl roosted.

Harry had no way to provide it with enough food, so it could only fly out to look for it at night.

There was a book open on the floor that Harry had read last night before he fell asleep.

The pictures in the books are moving, and people in bright orange robes gallop on broomsticks.

The figures, visible for a while, then out of sight, cast a red Bludger at each other.

Harry went to pick up the book and slammed it shut.

Hermione's letter and the sting of the scar on his forehead made him feel bad.

Not even Quidditch, the most fun sport in the world, can change that.

What's more, Harry didn't think this was the time to study Quidditch.

The scar was stinging him, maybe Voldemort was around here...

But the idea that Voldemort couldn't be here now is obviously absurd, completely impossible...

But it was obviously not normal, and he didn't know what to do.

Maybe he should tell this to someone, Harry thought of Dumbledore first.

But Harry hesitated, he didn't know what to say to Professor Dumbledore.

"Dear Professor Dumbledore, I'm sorry to disturb you, but my scars sting this morning."

"Your faithful, Harry Potter."

Harry shook his head, the words sounded ridiculous in his head.

What's more, he is still angry that Dumbledore didn't tell Ivan and Sirius about it.

Then, he thought of his godfather, Sirius.

Sirius is indeed a good confidant, he is like his own father.

Although thinking of this, Harry was a little shy, but he had to admit that no matter what he said to Sirius, he would not feel stupid.

He is also experienced in dealing with the dark arts and will give pertinent advice on the current situation.

But he was still at St. Mungo's and Harry didn't want him to worry about his affairs.

As for his good friend Ron, Harry had his reaction in mind.

Ron's long-nosed, pockmarked face seemed to float toward the ground, a blank, bewildered expression.

"Harry, is your scar hurting? But, isn't that man, he can't get close to you?"

"I mean, you know, Harry, he's probably trying to kill you again, isn't he? Maybe the curse scar always hurts, wait a minute, I'll ask my dad..."

No matter how you look at it, Mr. Weasley is a fully qualified wizard.

He works for the Ministry of Magic, but doesn't seem to have specific experience dealing with cursed things and the Dark Arts.

Also, Harry didn't want the Weasleys to have to worry about his own scar.

Mrs. Weasley might be overly concerned, and Fred and George might think Harry was out of his mind.

As for Percy and Ginny, they were bound to get worried too.

Chapter 431 Harry's Letter

Harry shook his head, not Ron, but what about Hermione? !

Immediately, Hermione's voice sounded in his head, harsh and flustered.

"Does your scar hurt? Harry, it's really serious. Write to Professor Dumbledore."

"I'm going to double up "Common Magic Ailments", maybe there is a way to heal the scars left by the spell..."

Yes, that would indeed be what Hermione would suggest, to go straight to Dumbledore and get a book at the same time.

However, Harry had decided not to tell Dumbledore about it.

He raised his head and looked at the dark blue sky outside, and wondered if there was such a book that could help him.

As far as he knew, he was the only person who had survived a spell like Voldemort's.

Therefore, he could not have seen his symptoms appear in Common Magical Ailments or any other grimoire.

Harry shook his head again, so he certainly wouldn't get the answer he wanted from Hermione.

If Hermione is rejected, then only Aiwen is left.

Harry rubbed the scar with his knuckles, and couldn't help thinking that Ivan was the one he really needed right now.

Although he is one grade younger than himself, Aiwen is different from all little wizards.

In fact, Harry had never seen such a powerful little wizard as Ivan.

He is very powerful in magic and knows a lot of knowledge.

In Harry's impression, there was almost no magical knowledge that Ivan didn't know, or things he couldn't do.

Even the dark magic left by Voldemort, he must know.

Thinking of this, the urge deep in Harry's heart to meet Ivan rose again.

Not only because of the pain of the scar, Hermione said in a letter not long ago that the curse that Voldemort left on Ivan had been broken, and they found the Philosopher's Stone, but the letter was vague, and Harry wanted to know more about it. go through.

Needless to say, it must have been a great adventure, and Harry regretted not being able to take part in it.

He wondered, what happened to them? !

Also, why did Sirius get hurt so badly? !

Ivan is in his home now, and Hermione is there too.

Harry would like to go there if he could, and he couldn't wait to do so.

But Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia wouldn't agree, and he wasn't invited either.

Resisting the urge to run away straight away, away from the Dursleys, Harry sat down at his desk.

He'd done it once last year, though, and wouldn't mind doing it again.

Anyway, Harry decided to write a letter to Ivan first to ask about the situation.

He turned on the desk lamp and began to write in the dim light.

Harry writes very quickly, and if he told anyone else, he might just say that his scar hurts.

He wouldn't talk about what he'd seen in the dream, Harry didn't want to look nervous.

But if the other party is Ivan, there is no such concern.

He wrote all the dreams he saw and some speculations on a piece of parchment.

At the same time, Harry also asked about Ivan's current situation, their experiences during the summer vacation, and so on.

Harry's desk lamp seemed to be dimming as the cold, gray light of the pre-dawn day crept into the room.

Finally, as the sun came up, the bedroom walls were golden, and there was movement in the Dursleys' room.

Meanwhile, Harry picked up the crumpled balls of parchment on the table and read the finally written letter again.

After 1 minute, he nodded with satisfaction.

He rolled up the parchment and put it on the table, waiting for Hedwig to return and take it away.

Then, he stood up, stretched himself, and opened the closet.

Without looking in the mirror, he just dressed and went downstairs to breakfast.

If possible, he hopes that the upcoming summer vacation will be more exciting.

……

When Ivan and Hermione were having breakfast at the dining table, Hedwig, dressed in snow white, flew in with her wings flapping.

In fact, the atmosphere at the dinner table was very awkward.

Needless to say, his parents were very happy after learning that Aiwen had woken up.

I don't know how Dumbledore explained it, they didn't ask Ivan what happened.

They just cared about Ivan's physical condition, and asked a lot.

Mr. Mason then left home to go to work.

And Aiwen's mother and Hermione sat at the dining table and chatted, there was no room for Aiwen to intervene.

Judging from the expression on her mother's face when she looked at Hermione, she obviously thought a lot and was very satisfied with Hermione.

Aiwen sat there alone, watching the harmonious conversation between them, he felt like an outsider.

Without his introduction, mother was already very familiar with Hermione, and Hermione was like a member of his family.

It is not obvious at all that the two of them have only known each other and had been in contact for less than a day.

Judging from the content of the conversation, others may even mistakenly think that the two of them are mother and daughter.

The atmosphere was very subtle, and Ivan felt extremely embarrassed. He wasn't sure if he should sit here and listen.

Fortunately, at this moment, Hedwig flew in from the window, giving him an excuse to leave.

Aiwen knew that his mother had a phobia of birds, so he said hello and took Hedwig back to his room.

He took off the parchment tied to Hedwig's foot, on which was a letter from Harry.

Ivan frowned and looked at the above content, which was obviously not good news.

Harry was there, mentioning his scar pain and the dream about Voldemort.

Ivan knew this because Voldemort left part of his soul in Harry 14 years ago.

So, there's some sort of unique connection between the two of them.

Harry had access to Voldemort's brain and knew what he was doing and certain thoughts.

This was obviously very dangerous behavior, and Voldemort would soon be aware of it.

Harry should learn Occlumency as soon as possible to block this connection as much as possible.

In addition to this incident, the dream that Harry saw also worried Ivan.

What conspiracy are Voldemort and Keresis planning, and will it have something to do with the upcoming Triwizard Tournament? !

Also, during the battle at the Temple of the Fallen Centaurs, they took the fiend statue.

After several contacts, Ivan knew that the statue was very evil, and it was the incarnation of evil gods in the real world.

Although Ivan severely injured the evil god, it did not die.

Now, that statue is in Voldemort's hands!

Aiwen hopes that there will be no changes beyond his imagination.

A single Voldemort is already a headache, if he is united with the evil god, things will become unimaginably worse.

Chapter 432 Invitation

After the book "The Book of Abraham" sealed the evil god inexplicably, Ivan once opened and read this book.

Most of the third chapter is still covered by ink blots, and the specific content cannot be seen.