A Hogwarts dissertation guide

"Okay, I'll just face you...Lucius, come here and turn my chair around."

Lucius approached Voldemort respectfully, turning his armchair, keeping his head lowered, not daring to look his master in the face.

Now that the chair was facing the old Muggle, he saw what was sitting in it.

The crutch fell to the ground with a clatter, and he opened his mouth wide and let out a scream.He shouted so loudly that he never heard what Voldemort said as he raised his wand in the chair, and would never hear it again.

A green light flashed and a whooshing sound sounded.

The old Muggle, whose name we still do not know, slumped to the ground, and was dead before he hit the ground.

Two hundred miles away, a boy named Harry Potter suddenly woke up from his dream.

……

Harry lay upright on the bed, breathing heavily as if he had been running.He had just woken up from a very vivid dream, his hands pressed tightly to his face.Under his fingers, the lightning-shaped scar was burning and painful, as if someone were pressing a white-hot metal wire against his skin.

Bang!

The door was pushed open forcefully, and James and Sirius rushed into the room wearing striped pajamas. They just waved and the whole room suddenly became brighter.

"What's wrong, Harry? We heard you yelling." Sirius asked worriedly, and he was in front of Harry much faster than James.

"Nothing, I guess nothing." Harry mumbled, his hand reaching for the bedside table, feeling insecure without his glasses.He put on his glasses, and the scenery in the bedroom, Sirius and James in front of him, slowly became clearer.

"I just had a nightmare," Harry said, running his fingers gently over the scar, which still hurt terribly.

"You don't look good," James said seriously, "Is your scar hurting?"

"Yes, it's hot, as if it's been burned by something." Harry said while trying his best to recall the scene in his dream just now.

Everything was so realistic... There were two people he knew, and one he didn't know... He frowned, concentrated his thoughts, and tried his best to remember...

But in the eyes of Sirius and James, this was definitely very abnormal.

"Harry, has your scar hurt before?" James leaned down and looked carefully at the lightning-shaped scar on Harry's forehead, "This is definitely not a good sign."

"I know that Principal Dumbledore once said that when... Voldemort appears next to me, my scar will hurt because... because of my mother's sacrifice..."

James and Sirius looked at each other, concern flashing in their eyes.

"But...but, it is impossible for Voldemort to approach you now." Sirius looked puzzled, "Only a few people know this place. There is no reason for Voldemort to know this place, and he is probably still in the forest of Albania!"

"Yeah," Harry said absently, trying to remember the nightmare.

"This is not an ordinary thing... Maybe I should check the Black family's collection of books... But I think it may be difficult to find the answer. After all, this is the first time a special child like Harry is born." James said while stroking his chin. .

"I think maybe there's no need to worry too much. This isn't the first time." Harry tried his best to smile and said, "It has hurt inexplicably a few times before."

"But we can't pretend that nothing happened." James said seriously.

"Well……"

"Okay, Harry, you don't have to worry about this, James and I will solve it." Sirius gently touched Harry's head, but this did not ease Harry's worries.

He had recalled the content of the nightmare, in a room, a warm room, with a roaring fire in the fireplace, Voldemort had regained his body, Lucius Malfoy was by his side, and they had killed a man.

However, the pain in his forehead seemed to subside a little, and Harry relaxed a little.

"Remember to call us if you need anything. We'll be in the bedroom next door." James said softly, "Of course, if you don't mind, we can sleep together."

Harry opened his mouth, but finally said nothing.

Yes, he is already a big child, 14 years old, how can he still sleep with his father?

Early the next morning, when Harry came to the dining room downstairs, James and Sirius were already sitting around the table.Harry came in and sat down. Sirius got up and brought him a sandwich and hot milk for breakfast.

"Dad, godfather, are we going to my aunt and uncle's house today?" Harry looked at the breakfast in front of him and was not in a hurry to do anything. Instead, he asked with some worry.

"Why not?" Sirius smiled weirdly, "My sweet, smart godson spent 11 years like a house elf in his aunt and uncle's house, and I have to express my feelings about this matter. of thanks.”

James bumped Sirius with his shoulder to signal him not to be so obvious, but it was obvious that he very much agreed with Sirius' statement.

In fact, James also harbored a bunch of bad ideas in his heart - against the Dursleys.

"I have contacted the Floo network management team in advance, and they have temporarily connected the fireplaces at home and the Dursleys. We-"

"Are we going to floo over?" Harry asked quickly, "But as far as I know, my aunt and uncle have sealed their fireplace!"

"Of course we know that." Sirius and James looked at each other with mischievous smiles.

It was a smile that Harry knew very well. He had always seen it on Fred and George's faces, whenever they were about to do something bad.

"That you?"

"Don't worry, Harry, just look at us." James and Sirius said shoulder to shoulder.

They called Harry downstairs at a quarter past twelve noon and prepared to leave for the Dursleys.

"Didn't you say that the agreed time was twelve o'clock?" Harry asked with a strange look on his face.

James waved his hand, "This is a secret. It would be pointless to tell you in advance."

Then, James stood in front of the fireplace, picked up the bag placed next to him, carefully grabbed some powder from it, and threw it into the flame. The flame immediately turned green, and the flames jumped much higher than before.

"Are you ready?" Sirius asked quietly.

"Of course." James said with a smile, "I have prepared a lot of gadgets."

"awesome."

Sirius stepped directly into the flames and disappeared into the fireplace.

Harry knew that he had arrived at the Dursley's house as expected.

"Let's go too."

"Wait, Harry."