Ancient wizards return to Hogwarts

As the day of going to the Burrow approached, Harry's mood improved.

However, to be on the safe side, he still sent a letter to Les, describing in detail the changes in his scar. He did not stop Sirius from writing to Dumbledore.

Subconsciously, Harry still hoped to get help, whether it was Dumbledore or Les Lint, as long as they could help him out of his current predicament.

Les's reply was still the same, hoping that he would go to Professor Dumbledore for help, but he enclosed a few small bottles of potions in his letter, so it was not completely unhelpful.

However, at the end of the letter, Les also suggested that Harry learn a spell called Occlumency.

After carefully studying what Occlumency was, Harry was a little confused. Could this spell really help him solve the problem? He was not sure.

After going through so much over and over again, Harry also understood that his scar was closely related to Voldemort. Could a spell that could seal the brain and protect memory really isolate Voldemort's influence?

Harry's confusion was correct, because Occlumency could not make his scar stop hurting. From the perspective of pain relief, Rice's potion is more effective.

But the brain block can prevent Voldemort from snooping into Harry's memory through the soul fragments that possessed Harry, which is why Rice suggested Harry to learn the brain block.

Coincidentally, not long after Rice's letter was sent, Dumbledore's reply also came. He was more straightforward and directly stated that he would come to Grimmauld Place, which shocked Sirius and Harry at once.

But Dumbledore's words had been said, and they could not tell him "Don't come", so they could only wait for Dumbledore to come.

Harry had been curious about what Dumbledore was like during the holidays, whether he would wear flowered shorts and sunbathe on the beach like other people.

Now he knew.

Dumbledore was no different from usual, still wearing a wizard robe. If there was any difference, it was that the robe he wore during the holidays was obviously simpler, without those stars and other embellishments.

After entering the Black House and chatting with Harry and Sirius face to face for a while, Dumbledore's eyes flashed with a barely perceptible sadness. Then he hid his emotions well and gave his own suggestions.

He suggested that Harry practice brain blockage.

After learning that Dumbledore also suggested that he practice brain blockage, Harry was stunned for a moment: the suggestions of Professor Rice and Dumbledore coincided with each other!

This made him a little surprised. So he couldn't help asking: "Professor, can I take some painkillers?"

Dumbledore looked at Harry with pity and told him that of course he could try it, whether it was a wizard or a Muggle painkiller.

Dumbledore actually didn't think that any magic potion would work, because this was a problem at the soul level.

The reason for Harry's scar pain is a bit similar to lumbar disc herniation. Voldemort's soul fragment is the protruding "lumbar vertebrae", which stimulates Harry's soul from time to time. If this fragment is not removed, this pain will accompany Harry for life.

But this is a soul-level operation. Who in the current magic world has this ability?

Harry thought that he really had a potion that could solve his pain.

"By the way," Dumbledore, who was unwilling to go deeper into the topic of painkillers, remembered something and turned to look at Sirius: "Do you need me to introduce a master of brain occlumency to Harry? We can go to the master's house to start learning brain occlumency during the summer vacation."

"Of course, thank you for your hard work." After hearing what Dumbledore said, Sirius felt a deep sense of gratitude in his heart.

Professor Dumbledore is so great. Not only is he willing to take the time to come to see Harry during the holidays, but he is also willing to use his connections to contact the master of brain occlumency for Harry!

This favor, Sirius will never be repaid in his lifetime!

Harry also raised his head, his eyes full of gratitude to Dumbledore.

Dumbledore was a little embarrassed by the two people. He felt that it was better to say some things in advance, so as not to be blamed later.

"This master of Occlumency is our Professor Severus Snape. Even Voldemort can't see through his Occlumency."

Sirius:...

Harry:!!!

His mood fell directly from heaven to hell.

Studying at Snape's house during the summer vacation? ! It's better to live with the Dursleys!

Harry really felt that he couldn't walk out of Snape's house alive.

Sirius was also stunned, not knowing how to respond to Dumbledore's words. He just hated that he had just said too much.

"Professor, Harry is still young. Can I accompany him to live in that person's house for a long time? So as not to cause too much trouble to our Professor Snape." Sirius' eyes turned, and suddenly thought of a brilliant idea.

As long as he accompanied Harry, wouldn't it be over? With him there, how could Snape dare to bully Harry in front of him?

Dumbledore glanced at Sirius. He felt that it was difficult enough for him to convince Severus to give Harry extra lessons during the holidays. If he brought Sirius along, he felt the chances of success were zero.

If Snape was pushed too far, he might resign.

"That's unrealistic," Dumbledore said calmly.

"Then Harry should not go." Sirius did not expect Dumbledore to really agree. He took advantage of the situation and said that he should not rush to start teaching during the holidays. Everything should be decided after school starts.

Harry's eyes lit up: Godfather is still the best! He really couldn't imagine spending half of the summer vacation at Snape's house. That would definitely be a preview of what purgatory is like.

Dumbledore did not reply.

Hogwarts will be very busy after school starts. He is not sure if they have time to teach Harry about brain block.

However, compared with Harry's brain block learning plan, Dumbledore is more concerned about the impact behind the pain of the scar.

This shows that Voldemort is recovering and gradually regaining his strength. This is not a good sign.

Dumbledore is not too worried about the resurrected Voldemort, because he is much stronger than before. If Voldemort dares to show up, Dumbledore is sure to beat him back to his original form.

But what can be done about it? Dumbledore was sure that Voldemort had made more than one Horcrux. If all his Horcruxes could not be destroyed, he would come back sooner or later.

And he was already over a hundred years old, and Voldemort could really use the old man tactics to drag him to death.

Dumbledore felt a sense of urgency, and he felt that he had to take some action.

But he immediately thought of the big things that Hogwarts would do next semester, and he felt a headache, and even had the idea of ​​canceling that activity.

If it weren't for Professor White's strong support, he wouldn't have... Eh? Wait!

The sense of urgency in Dumbledore's heart dissipated instantly, and at the same time he secretly cursed himself for being old and confused. He was no longer fighting alone, and he had a very reliable helper!

With the help of Professor White, he could be much more relaxed.

When Dumbledore weighed the pros and cons, the Black Mansion fell into silence, and Harry and Sirius were nervously waiting for Dumbledore to announce the "verdict".

"Well, it's still in time to learn the brain block after school starts." Dumbledore thought it through and agreed directly.

Harry and Sirius breathed a sigh of relief at the same time.

This is really great, Harry thought in his heart, he can survive for a while. As for what to do after school starts, he thinks he can leave this question to his future self, and it's at Hogwarts to receive education, can it be the same as learning at Snape's house?

"I wish you a happy vacation." Dumbledore smiled and left the Black House.

Harry just felt happy, and he should enjoy the wonderful vacation next! Anyway, he has contacted Professor Dumbledore about the scar, and he just needs to take the medicine well next.

Good days are always short, and the day to go to the Burrow will soon come.

Harry spent a very good time there, and met Ron's brothers and got to know each other; the thick and strong dragon breeder Charlie and the cool curse remover Bill left a deep impression on Harry.

But Harry didn't see Percy.

According to Mr. Weasley, Percy was appreciated by the bigwigs of the Ministry of Magic and was entrusted with important tasks. He was so busy every day that he rarely went home.

"Really, he worked too hard and looked so haggard." Mrs. Weasley complained with a frown, but the pride in her tone was completely suppressed.

The day to go to the Quidditch World Cup Finals soon arrived, and Rice also set off with Daphne and Astoria. Mr. Henry set off one step ahead to contact the important officials of the Ministry of Magic of various countries.

"I don't like portkeys." Rice rubbed his lower abdomen.

Just now, he and the Greengrass sisters used portkeys to arrive at the World Cup Finals site - a desolate, foggy swamp.

The experience of using the portkey was terrible, just like a hook tugged on the belly button.

After taking two deep breaths and suppressing the discomfort in his stomach, Rice looked around the surrounding environment. Don't say it, this place reminded him of his hometown.

He also walked out of the swamp.

Two wizards dressed in strange clothes came to collect the door keys from them and told the three people the location of the campsite.

After they left, Les frowned and asked, "Why are they dressed like that? Is it the custom of this area?"

Astoria knew the answer to this question. She told Les that in order to reduce the suspicion of Muggles, the officials of the Ministry of Magic all adopted Muggle dress.

Les:...

He really didn't know how to complain. In his opinion, it would be better to wear wizard robes honestly. This dress is too conspicuous!

"These people..." Les couldn't say it halfway, because he was desperate just thinking about it!

How can such a bunch of idiots fight Muggles?

With a heavier mood than the fog in the early morning, Les brought Daphne and Astoria to their campsite.

Because the tickets obtained by the Greengrass family were very good, they didn't need to come here a week in advance. They could come on the day of the game and leave in the first batch after the game.

When he arrived at the campsite, Les' mood suddenly improved, because there were countless wizards gathered here. The number was unprecedented in his life. There were hundreds of tents in their camp alone, and there were no less than a thousand wizards gathered, and there were hundreds of such camps.

Les looked around like a curious baby, wishing to take in all the local customs and people.

After walking and stopping along the way, the three finally arrived at the camping site assigned to them.

Their territory was at the edge of the woods at the end of the camp, next to the open space of a wizard family named "Wezley", and they hadn't arrived yet.

Daphne took out the tent from her small backpack, and then pointed the tent with her wand and set it up. Astoria set up the stove and started a fire.

Les smiled as he watched the two girls busying around.

The previous suffering was not in vain, and the high blood pressure was not in vain!

He couldn't help but think of the scene when he traveled with his three old friends. It was the same scene at that time. Godric made a fire, Helga cooked, and Rowena found a place to stay.

What was Salazar doing? Salazar was not completely without contribution. He earned the travel expenses of several people - there was no way, the potion master was so popular.

"We still have to get some water." After Daphne set up the tent, she looked at the empty kettle and thought she had to get some water.

Les was silent.

Going to the faucet to get water in front of him was a humiliation to himself!

Les took the kettle and stood there, and clear spring water gushed out of the kettle.

In less than a minute, they had a full kettle of water, and the water quality was far better than the camp's water supply.

"We are wizards, Daphne!" Les said in a tone of regret.

The water was placed on the stove, and sausages were grilled by the fire.

When the tea was brewed and the sausages were roasted, the mysterious "Wezley" family also appeared.

"Harry, Ron?" Looking at the familiar faces in front of him, Les immediately understood what "Wezley" was all about.

"Good morning, I didn't expect to meet here, what a coincidence." Harry was also very happy to see Les and Daphne.

Seeing the Greengrass sisters, Fred and George standing behind Arthur also brightened their eyes: they knew that these two people were wealthy sponsors.

When Mr. Weasley was busy setting up the tent, the two came over with a smile. However, they did not talk to Daphne and Astoria rashly, but chatted with Les first.

"We have made some new inventions recently." Fred smiled and stuffed a toffee into Les's hand.

"Oh? Food magic?" Les' interest was immediately aroused.

"Yes, do you want to try it?" George winked at Les.

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