[HP] Aunt of the Savior

On Christmas morning, Harry woke up from his sleep in a daze, and subconsciously covered his forehead with his hands.Just now his scar seemed to be hurting again.

In recent days, Harry has been suffering from headaches from time to time, centered on that scar, and the pain has spread to his entire head.He suspected it was because he was too tired: using the time-turner, he and Hermione went back hour by hour, took several more classes than other students, and completed several times more homework than others.And Harry was even busier than Hermione, because he still had to train Quidditch, practice the Patronus Charm against the effects of Dementors, and attend classes with Professor Dumbledore—

Shortly after Halloween, Harry was called to the headmaster's office, and under the guidance of Professor Dumbledore, he destroyed a dark magic item left by Voldemort.

This incident can be said to be one of the most memorable things that Harry has ever experienced.The dark magic item, a gold locket that can only be opened with Parseltongue.As soon as Harry opened the locket in Parseltongue, Dumbledore said a spell.The spell covered the open locket like a transparent film.Harry was surprised to find that after Dumbledore used this spell, there seemed to be an invisible life in the locket, which was obviously empty inside, and the surface of the film bulged like boiling water. A small bubble.

Reminded by Dumbledore, Harry hurriedly raised his sword and pierced through the locket. He swears that at that moment, he heard a very familiar scream.It was a shrill cry that you would never forget once you heard it, and it lasted for quite a while, so that the portraits of the headmasters hanging on the wall couldn't help but cover their ears.It wasn't until wisps of green smoke came out of the locket that the voice disappeared.

"Well done, Harry." Dumbledore looked at Harry with a look of approval.

"Professor Dumbledore, what exactly is in this locket?" Harry asked suspiciously.

Dumbledore was silent for a while, and smiled apologetically at Harry: "I'm sorry, Harry, but I can't answer your question yet. This involves a very important secret."

Just when Harry was disappointed, the old headmaster suddenly changed his subject: "However, if you want to know, then we must first ensure that no one else can pry into this secret from your mind—I Of course I'm sure you won't reveal it, but in the wizarding world there are always ways for people to get things from others that they want to keep secret."

"Like using Veritaserum?" Harry asked.

"Oh, yes, it seems that you have indeed put a lot of effort into potions." Dumbledore winked at Harry. "But what we are talking about today is another kind of magic, a magic called Legilimency. It is difficult for you to hide secrets from wizards who master this kind of magic. Only Occlumency can resist Legilimency. So, Harry , would you like to take some time to learn Occlumency with me? Of course, I know this is a bit too heavy for you..."

"Of course I would!" said Harry hastily.Although he admitted that Dumbledore was right, his schedule was full, but how could he miss the opportunity of the headmaster to teach in person?

It wasn't until he started learning Occlumency with Dumbledore that Harry realized what the magic was in the notebook that Professor Snape had given him.The study and practice during the holidays allowed Harry to learn Occlumency without too much difficulty so far, which made Harry very grateful for Professor Snape's extra tutoring.It seemed that even without Dumbledore's lessons, Snape was going to teach him Occlumency - a spell that, although not easy to master, seemed very useful in the wizarding world.

The result of greedy wanting to learn more is that Harry is so tired that he can fall asleep immediately when he lays down every day.Even Hermione, who was most envious of Harry being taught by the headmaster, couldn't help worrying about Harry's health now.

To make matters worse, Harry received a letter from Aunt Jody before the Christmas holidays started, telling him that he would not be able to come home for Christmas this year.This made Harry really depressed for two days, and after that, he suddenly started to suffer from headaches, which woke him up several mornings in a row.But thinking of Madam Pomfrey's expression every time she saw him, plus the fact that he only had a headache when he woke up in the morning, Harry didn't go to the school hospital until Christmas, and of course he didn't Tell anyone about your headaches.

However, Harry had a headache for several days, and this was the first time he had dreamed of it.In the dream, he remembered witnessing a conversation.It was an old-fashioned room, and Voldemort was curled up in an armchair with his back to him, as if giving orders to someone who knelt under his chair, head bowed.He couldn't see Voldemort's and the man's faces clearly, and he couldn't remember what they were talking about.Before Harry could get a better look, he woke up with pain from his scar.

Harry sat up, rubbed his face vigorously, trying to wake himself up a bit, and tried hard to recall the dream.But no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't remember more.Harry frowned, slipped back under the covers, and fell asleep again.When he fully woke up, he found that he was the only one left in the dormitory.

"Harry, are you sure you're okay?" As soon as Harry entered the common room, Hermione, who was sitting there reading a book, couldn't help but stare at Harry suspiciously and asked. "You don't look good."

"You need rest as much as Harry, Hermione." Ron couldn't help saying, who was playing wizard chess with Neville. "At least Harry got a good night's sleep today"

"Harry, we didn't wake you up because you were in a deep sleep," Neville added.

After learning that Harry couldn't go home, Hermione, Ron, and Neville all found various excuses to stay in Hogwarts for the holidays, but Harry knew that they all wanted to stay It made him feel grateful to be there with him.And this year Hogwarts still has Sirius, which makes Harry feel that Hogwarts is more like home, although he really misses Aunt Jody.

"Thank you, I'm really fine, and I slept well." Harry said while yawning, silently feeling that this sentence wasn't a lie, at least he slept soundly and soundly when his head didn't hurt. .He used a Sirius-modified Levitation Charm to direct his gift from the dormitory to the common room, picked an armchair and started unwrapping the gift.

"Thank you, Hermione." Harry opened the "Ancient Runes: Things You Didn't Know" that Hermione gave him first, and nodded happily at Hermione.

"The "Extended Arithmetic and Divination" you gave is also very useful, thank you." Hermione flashed the cover of the book at Harry, and what she was reading was Harry's Christmas present.

"You are really..." Ron pouted helplessly. "Today is Christmas! Can't you just give yourself a good rest, completely and thoroughly?"

"I promise I won't read any books today." Harry immediately put aside the gift from Hermione and continued to unwrap a present.

"Okay!" Hermione closed the book reluctantly, "I'll put it back in the dormitory."

Harry couldn't help smiling, and continued unwrapping his Christmas presents.Among these presents, there was a slender package. Harry had received a package of this shape once before, which made Harry's heart beat faster when he saw it.He unpacked nervously, and a beautiful broom that he couldn't take his eyes off rolled down to his lap.

"Wow!" Ron and Neville jumped up and rushed to Harry's side. "I can't believe it, this... is the Firebolt!"

Harry swallowed nervously and picked up the broom.It's literally the latest model Firebolt they've seen in Diagon Alley, when Harry had a hard time convincing himself that a Nimbus 2000 would suffice - in fact until now. , he really never missed a shot, didn't he?He even beat Hufflepuff on a Nimbus 2000 before Christmas!Still, he couldn't possibly want to turn down such a great broomstick, could he?

"It's so beautiful, who gave it to you, Harry?" Ron said enviously, staring at the Firebolt.Even Neville, who wasn't very interested in flying, couldn't help but get all his attention from the broom.

"Let me see..." Harry lowered his head, glanced at the small card attached to the package, with a smile on his face, and lowered his voice to Ron and Neville. "It's my Aunt Jody."

Harry was in a good mood for the rest of the day, thanks to Jody's presents and cards.On the contrary, Sirius was rather disappointed that Harry received the Firebolt. He originally gave Harry every broomstick, but this year he devoted all his energy to finding Wormtail. Didn't even notice that a new model of broomstick was introduced.

Harry was in such a good mood that even Trelawney's ominous nagging couldn't spoil his mood.He even made an appointment with his friends to have a butterbeer at the Three Broomsticks tomorrow, and then they could take turns trying Harry's Firebolt again - although neither Hermione nor Neville was interested in the proposal.

The next morning, Harry woke up early without a headache.He tiptoedly changed his clothes, put on the Invisibility Cloak, left a note for Ron and Neville, left the Gryffindor tower, and walked towards Hogsmeade village alone.

In fact, what really made Harry happy was not only because he received the best broomstick in the world, but also because of the words written on the card:

"Harry, Merry Christmas!

I'll meet you in Hogsmeade behind the Hog's Head pub tomorrow morning at nine o'clock—invisibility cloak.

Miss you terribly, Aunt Jody"

Aunt Jody's correct and kind handwriting on the card made Harry feel a kind of warmth and reassurance that had not been forgotten.In the past six months, he has been very worried about Aunt Jody's safety, and he still has a lot of things he wants to have a good talk with Aunt Jody.

Thinking so, Harry approached the Hog's Head along the village road.It was still early on the day after Christmas, and it was the first time Harry had seen Hogsmeade so peaceful.Even the dementors Harry feared the most were gone, which made Harry relieved that his current Patronus was just a cloud of silver mist, which was not enough to fight the dementors.

He turned the corner, looking forward to seeing Aunt Jody and thanking her for the Christmas gift, and there were still many things he wanted to ask...

Harry's excited steps suddenly stopped. He did see someone waiting for him there, but that person was not Aunt Jody, but the one he dreamed of catching—Peter Pedilou.