The Son of Light of the Snake House

Harry lay stretched out on the bed, wheezing, as if he had been running just now.He woke up from a very vivid dream, his hands pressed tightly to his face.Under his finger, the lightning-shaped scar burned as if someone had just pressed a white-hot wire to his skin.

He sat up, covering his scar with one hand, and fumbling with the other in the dark for his glasses on the bedside table.He put on his glasses, and the scene in the bedroom gradually became clearer. The light from the street lamp outside the window passed through the curtains, covering the bedroom with a hazy orange-red soft light.

He had nightmares again.

Daniel once told him that nightmares are just a carnival of a person's brain. Some of them are asleep and some are not, so some memory fragments they have experienced will become active inside, causing people to dream of various Bizarre scene.

It's just that he feels that today's nightmare is different from ordinary nightmares.

It's...indescribably real, and creepy, like...

Harry tried to remember what had happened in his dream.Everything was so real, there was one person he knew, and there were two he didn't know... He frowned, concentrated his thoughts, and desperately remembered.

A dimly lit room loomed before him...a snake lying on the hearth rug...a mad woman with an afro, and a cold, shrill voice...it was Voldemort's voice.Harry felt as if a piece of ice had slipped into his stomach when he thought of this guy.

He couldn't even see Voldemort's true face in his dreams, only remembering a great fear clutching his heart.

Harry exhaled, and took a sip from a glass of water from the bedside table.At this time, a sentence suddenly appeared in his mind:

Lord, I will bring your enemy before you, and he will be smashed to pieces.

These words sounded so real, as if a crazy woman had promised such a promise in his ear, Harry was so scared that he choked his trachea with a sip of water.

"Cough, cough, cough!"

Behind him, a snow-white owl entered the room through the window, circled Harry twice, and finally bumped into Harry's back.

"Hmm... Thank you, Hedwig." Harry finally recovered his strength, thought for a while, and reached out to pick off the letter from Hedwig's lap.

This letter is from Daniel.

"Dear Harry:

How are you?Teacher Wells has been taking me to study, and I still enjoy this process. This is completely different from what Hogwarts teaches. A senior sister insists that there is magic in this world, but I don’t know how to tell her. I can see her rubbing small fireballs in the laboratory every day...

Of course, writing to you is not about me, but about you.

Draco said another one of Voldemort's men came out of Azkaban - well, not 'again', Sirius doesn't count - anyway, that guy was Bellatrix Rice trange.

According to Draco, this woman was his relative, but she was crazy, loyal, and ruthless.

I now think that Azkaban is completely unsuitable for detaining prisoners. Anyone can escape from prison. It is better to directly implement the death penalty system.

You have to be careful, okay?If there is a problem, be sure to tell us.

PS: Draco strongly urged me to go to the Quidditch match, will you go?The professor said that I should be allowed to see the local customs more, and I think he was right.

your friend, daniel"

When Harry finished reading the letter, he solemnly put it back under a loose floorboard next to his bed - his little secret base, which Aunt Petunia never knew about - with everyone else's letters.

He felt warm in his heart, but the feeling of fear surged up again.

Daniel encloses a picture of Bellatrix Lestrange, who looks... like someone from Harry's nightmares.

All right.Harry thought optimistically.Don't worry too much about yourself. If my dream is true, this Bella has probably met Voldemort, and there is a high probability that she has promised to bring her there and kill her...

He went downstairs to breakfast and immediately received a letter from Mrs. Weasley.

She very politely hoped that Uncle Vernon would let Harry go to watch a Quidditch match with them, and she didn't even forget to put colorful stamps on the envelope.

Uncle Vernon's unexpected agreement... Maybe it's not an agreement, but he felt threatened when Harry mentioned Sirius and was forced to agree.

Harry hurried back to his small room, and immediately received a letter from Ron.

Hedwig seemed to dislike Ron's Michelle so much that Harry had to write his reply to Ron first in order to get rid of the happiest "pig" ever.

He folded the letter so small that the little owl jumped up and down so excitedly that Harry had a hard time keeping the letter tied to its leg.No sooner had the letter been fastened than the owl set off.It whizzed out the window and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Afterwards, Harry hurriedly finished writing the letters to Sirius and Daniel - he didn't mention a single word of his dream, it was just a dream, even if it was a reality, Harry didn't want them to worry about him, even if little bit.

Harry turned to look at Hedwig.

"Do you think it's possible to do a long flight?" he asked Hedwig.

Hedwig uttered a noble gesture.

"Can you take this letter to Sirius for me?" he said, picking up the letter he had just written, thinking for a moment, and slipping the letter to Daniel into a properly stamped in the envelope.

"By the way, can you stuff this letter into the mailbox of the post office?" Harry watched Hedwig flapping her wings reservedly, and gently stroked her smooth and shiny feathers with his hand: "Thank you, good girl."

Harry tied the letter around Hedwig's lap.Hedwig was motionless, strangely poised, and seemed determined to show Harry what a real messenger owl should do.

"I was at Ron's when you came back, understand?" Harry said to it.

Hedwig lovingly bit his finger lightly, then spread her huge wings, made a soft whizzing sound, and flew out of the open window lightly.

Looking at the back of Hedwig going away, Harry felt a surge of happiness welling up from the bottom of his heart: It was a sunny summer day, he was leaving Privet Drive tomorrow, and his scar had completely returned to normal, and he Also go to watch the Quidditch World Cup.

In fact, at times like these, not even Voldemort could break his joy.

The author has something to say:

In fact, the Vernon family is not bad to Harry, but the good is not obvious.

It is typical to sell bad things after doing good things.

He obviously went to the station to pick up Harry, but he wanted to make a mockery, and he even promised to let Harry go to the Weasleys' house, but he even said bad words to each other.

Then there was nothing less to do - it was just that he was not very good at Harry's food, clothing and housing.