"No way, the World Cup final is coming soon. In order to make everything go smoothly on the day of the game, the ministry transferred a lot of people there, which resulted in a lot of work that was not handled at all. Before I came back, I helped Dirk have a big fight with the goblin. Fight, then—" There was one minute left before seven o'clock, and Mr. Weasley finally rushed home out of breath. He hurriedly untied his tie, gave Harry a hug in a hurry, and said with a smile,
"How's it going, Harry? Did you have a smooth journey? Did the Muggles give you any trouble?"
"No, Mr. Weasley, you know, the Muggles are eager to let me leave early." Harry said.
"Don't say that, Harry -" Although he was very tired, Mr. Weasley still cheered up, "I know there have been some misunderstandings between you, but you are relatives, right? I believe that deep down, You must still love each other."
Harry didn't want to correct Mr. Weasley's ridiculous opinion, so he hurriedly joined the team carrying plates.
Ron's house didn't have a big enough place for thirteen people to sit down for dinner, so the dinner was held in the courtyard.
The night sky in Ottery St Catchball Village is different from that of Hogwarts and London. It is neither the beautiful and colorful colors rendered by the bright stars in Hogwarts nor the ones in London. Muddy black, but a clear deep blue.
The two tables merged into one were piled with muscles, ham, pies and salads, as well as a large cake almost as tall as a house elf. This was Sirius's masterpiece, specially ordered from Diagon Alley. Come on, the cake is in the shape of a 'miniature Harry' with '14' written in red frosting on the back of his jersey, flying around on a Firebolt to track the Golden Snitch. Of course, this is the shape of the cake when it is served. , and now it has changed beyond recognition.
Harry leaned back in his chair, smiling lazily in the wind, feeling extremely satisfied.
This is the second half of the dinner, and everyone has begun to move around freely. Hermione and Ginny ran to the side to feed Crookshanks, Remus was chatting with Bill and Charlie about England's disastrous defeat in this year's Quidditch World Cup, and Percy excitedly told his parents that he was Mr. Weasley smiled and said nothing at the attention the department received, while Mrs. Weasley looked proud.
"So, sirs and ladies—"
Fred and George looked at each other and stood up at the same time, took two steps back from the table, stood on the grass and pretended to salute everyone.
"Please allow us to say goodbye first——"
"Our great cause is waiting for us!"
"What the hell are you doing in the room?"
Ron withdrew his head from Cake Harry's crotch, wiped the cream and jam all over his face, and asked in confusion,
"Not stopping all summer?"
"It's none of your business, little fool," said Fred.
"Concentrate on your food, Ronnie!"
George added another sentence, and then the two people left arm in arm.
"Oh, it's so late?"
Percy looked at his watch and exclaimed,
"I have to go back to the room quickly to catch up on my report. Although Mr. Crouch gave me plenty of time, I certainly can't hand it over to him until the last day, right?"
Harry watched Percy rush into the house and caught a glimpse of Sirius looking at him, so he cast his gaze over,
"What report is Percy writing?"
"It is said to be related to the crucible -" Sirius smiled, looked at the various members of the Weasley family, and then waved to Harry.
Harry immediately understood that Sirius had something important to say. He followed Sirius to the broom room of the Weasley family. Before he could ask why Sirius' expression became serious, he suddenly heard footsteps approaching. Turning around, he saw it was Remus.
"What's wrong?" Harry blinked in surprise.
"We want to talk to you about your scar, Harry." Remus noticed the slight surprise in Harry's eyes and nodded.
"Yes, Sirius told me everything, but what's going on, Harry, I know your scar is an unusual one, it doesn't react often, does it?"
"Uh scar, yeah, it hurt for a while-"
Harry was still a little uncomfortable with the sudden shift from a happy and harmonious birthday party to such a serious topic. He stammered and quickly organized his thoughts.
"Yeah, it doesn't hurt often--"
With his fingertips touching the lightning-shaped mark on his forehead, Harry spoke much more smoothly. He glanced at his godfather and Remus, who was also his father's best friend, and said quickly,
"It has been unresponsive for two years. The last time it was in the first year was when Voldemort possessed Quirrell and lurked in Hogwarts."
Sirius and Remus looked at each other quickly, exchanging thoughts.
"Is there anything else we don't know?" Sirius asked.
Harry hesitated, not sure whether he should tell the truth about that dream. First of all, he was not sure whether the ridiculous dream was related to his scar. Moreover, since waking up from the dream, something seemed to be isolated. Like his memory, what happened in his memory quickly became blurry, and to this day, he doesn't remember much anymore.
"Before the scar hurt, I was sleeping, and then, I had a dream. I dreamed of Voldemort——"
Harry was very pleased that after he told him about his dream about Voldemort, neither Sirius nor Remus showed a look of amazement. They still listened to his account carefully and attentively.
"I um, I can't remember exactly. In short, it was a dilapidated old house at the beginning, and there was an old Muggle walking around in the house. Then, he... uh, discovered that Voldemort was in the room. , talking to a woman.”
"A woman?" Sirius frowned, his gray eyes flashed with thought, and he looked at Remus,
"The Daily Prophet hasn't reported any more prison break incidents recently, right?"
"The Daily Prophet only reported it once, and you were the one who escaped that time." Remus said without thinking, but then his tone was full of uncertainty, "Do you think the woman Harry saw was A Death Eater who once followed Voldemort?"
Sirius crossed his arms and squinted his eyes.
"Voldemort must trust this woman very much. Think about it, he has been hiding from his face since Lily and Harry destroyed his magic, and now, he is actually willing to be exposed in front of this woman when he is weak."
"Who do you think she could be?" Remus asked cautiously.
"If my dear cousin is still out there, it must be her, but she is still in Azkaban, eh, Narcissa Malfoy?"
"The possibility is not high -" Remus shook his head heavily and said, "Why doesn't he go find Lucius Malfoy?"
"etc!"
Harry finally couldn't help it anymore. He hesitated for a moment between the authenticity of the dream and the question of Sirius' cousin. Harry still chose the former. He stared at Sirius and Remus with wide eyes and asked in surprise. road,
"Do you think...that the dream was real?"
Sirius and Remus looked at each other, their faces darkened, and neither of them spoke.
"But -" Harry wanted to ask inexplicably, but at this moment, he was interrupted by a sudden roar from the house. The roar was so intense that even the dining table in the yard trembled a few times.
"I'm so sick of them both!"
Mrs. Weasley stood up from her chair with a swish, and rushed towards the room angrily, shouting, "I want to see what kind of tricks you are doing!"
"Stop it, Molly!"
Mr. Weasley followed hurriedly, "Children Fred and George's age deserve their own privacy."
"yes!"
Mrs. Weasley opened the back door with a snap.
"If their privacy is not keen on tearing down houses, I would be happy to respect it!"
At the dining table, the Weasley brothers and sisters followed one after another, ready to watch the fun.
"You should check it out too, Harry."
Absolutely, said Remus, winking playfully at Harry.
"If Fred and George are blamed for anything, you can give them a fair word with Molly."
It didn't take long for a fierce quarrel to be heard in the house, but it could be seen from the series of scoldings how annoyed Mrs. Weasley was. However, Sirius and Remus never entered the house. They kept Standing in front of the broom closet, he looked gloomy.
"I have the same doubts as Harry."
The impatient Sirius finally couldn't help but speak,
"How on earth did this happen through dreams? Harry was at Privet Drive at the time. He couldn't have seen it with his own eyes, could he?"
"Only wizards like Albus and Amostar could figure it out—"
Remus said worriedly,
"You've already written to Albus about Harry's scar, right?"
After receiving Sirius's recognition, Remus nodded.
"Albus also needs to know about Harry's dreams and the women who appeared in them. Amosta, well, since he is busy with his own affairs now, we don't have to be so anxious. But, Sirius-- "
Remus suddenly focused his gaze on Sirius's eyes, and their eyes met in the air.
Having been friends for many years, I can understand what I am thinking in my heart without saying anything.
"Yeah, that person is probably coming back."
Sirius thought of his brother Regulus and sniffed hard.
"How many people will die this time?"
Remus's worried and sentimental voice drifted into the distance in the endless wilderness with the breeze.
(End of chapter)
