Hogwarts, was gnawed at the beginning

Two hundred miles away, Harry lay straight on the bed, frowning tightly, and woke up from his sleep with a muffled groan. One hand tightly covered the scar on his forehead. This scar hurt again after a long time. Get up, the pain this time is much stronger than before.

He thought what he had just 'saw' in his dream was just a dream, but the memory that emerged clearly in the pain told him that it was not all a dream...

Harry put one hand on the bed to sit up, and groped with the other hand in the darkness. He turned on the desk lamp next to the bed. The soft light cast a dim yellow light on the dark room. Harry found himself. wearing glasses, the blurred scenery in front of my eyes gradually became clear.

The room was eerily quiet. Harry leaned on the back of the bed and frowned, concentrating on his thoughts and trying his best to recall the dream ---

Of the three people in the room, he knew only one - because of that sticky, cold voice that he had heard many times, that was Voldemort -

He didn't recognize the other two people at all, one was an old man, who later fell to the ground, and the other was a thin, tall guy who seemed to be named - "Ba", oh, by the way, Harry remembered, Called Buddy---

They killed someone---and planned to murder others---

What a mess....

Because of Sirius' request, Harry stayed at the Dursley's house at night, but during the day he stayed in the house next door, which was the house Sirius bought for him.

He hadn't said a word to the Dursleys since the beginning of the summer vacation, except when Uncle Vernon came to pick him up from the train and told him to stay in the house during the day and not to appear in front of them at night. Come back after they fall asleep!

Originally, it was probably best for the Dursleys that he would never come back and disturb them, but from the look of fear flashing in Uncle Vernon's little eyes, it could be seen that Sirius might have visited Privet Drive before leaving England. After a 'friendly' negotiation with the Dursleys...

Of course, Harry didn't want to see the Dursleys either. The best way to describe them was to hate them, which was exactly what he wanted.

This summer vacation was the most comfortable one since he opened his eyes and found out that he was living with the Dursley family.

If it hadn't been for this strange and terrifying dream...

Harry felt that he needed to tell his elders about this, or share it with his friends to see if they had any good opinions.

But Hedwig never came back. The big bird Hagrid gave him was busy raising its children and almost settled in Hogwarts Castle. He couldn't write a letter to his friends to tell them that he had done it. What kind of dream told them that his scar hurt terribly.

The summer vacation has started today, and there are only more than two weeks left before the start of school. Sirius doesn’t know what he is busy with outside. Even on July 31st, his birthday, Sirius only gave him two big colorful birds. A gift had been sent, the two big birds might be special messengers from somewhere, and Harry entertained them warmly.

Ron's little owl was as unlucky as his owner.

The first thing Harry did when he thought about his birthday was to take out the greeting card Ron sent him from the milk, and then give the owl named Piggy by Ron a bath. He couldn't help but chuckle. Well, in a sense, this birthday was quite magical.

But then, Harry rubbed the scar with his knuckles and began to worry about how to contact his friends.

Soul and Hermione also sent cards to themselves, through the post office, without using owls.

The two greeting cards were in the Dursley's bedroom where he was temporarily sleeping. When Harry's eyes touched them, he suddenly remembered a series of numbers, which were written to him by Soule before he got off the train. , this seems to be his home phone number.

Where did you put that note?It seems to be---in the wizard robe that he changed into.

By the way, in the Muggle world, if there is no owl, I can contact my friends in the Muggle way. Doesn't Soul live in a Muggle community just like me?

Thinking of this, Harry immediately jumped out of the bed and walked quickly to the door, preparing to go out to the next door house to take out the note with the phone number and call Soul.

At this time, cousin Dudley's loud and scary snoring sounded in the next room.

This reminded Harry that it was still dark, so even if he got the phone number at this time, he wouldn't be able to call Soul...

Moreover, he realized that there was another most important problem. There was no phone in the room next door, but the Dursleys did, but how could he convince Uncle Vernon to allow him to use their phone?

Harry returned to bed and began to think of an excuse to use the Dursleys' landline.

After the scar hurt for a while, it also became quiet. Harry thought about it and fell asleep again in a daze.

When Su Er woke up from bed, it was already bright and bright, which was great. It was a rare day that he had a full sleep today. The reason was that Angel was taken to the piano teacher for lessons early in the morning by Mr. Ellison.

While going downstairs for breakfast, Mrs. Ellison told Soul about an incident that happened at about eight o'clock in the morning.

Mrs. Ellison placed the freshly fried sunny-side-up egg with the yolk still shaking slightly on the dining table and said,

"A friend of yours called over at about seven o'clock in the morning."

Soul expertly placed the sunny-side-up egg between two slices of toasted fragrant bread, spread butter on it, bit into it, and asked vaguely while chewing.

"Who is it? Calling our house so early."

"A child named Harry Potter." Mrs. Ellison poured a glass of fresh milk and placed it next to Soul. "He seems to have something important to talk to you alone."

Harry?Su Er was stunned.

"I've written down the phone number. It's on the note next to the phone."

"Okay, I'll call you back later."

Although there were still calls to answer, Su Er slowly filled his stomach, drank the milk, wiped his mouth, put the plate in the kitchen, and then went to the phone in another room.

Since Harry was able to call, it meant that the matter wasn't that important.

It couldn't be that Voldemort came to life and broke into the Dursleys' house with a wand, right?Laugh~

"Beep...beep..." Before the voice on the phone rang twice, the phone was picked up. Harry's voice came from the other end of the phone. Su Er glanced at the clock. It was already nine o'clock. 45 points.

It seemed like it was close to two hours, and Harry seemed to have been by the phone, "Hey, is it Soul?"

"It's me..." Suer responded.

"Can you come to Privet Drive and join Hermione? I have something very important... I want to ask your opinion." There was some hesitation in Harry's voice.

"Today?" Suer was stunned. "Is there anything we can't talk about on the phone? Can't we meet in two days?"

"It's not convenient to explain this on the phone. It's about a dream I had last night. I don't know if it was a dream...and...my scar..."