"Hedwig?" Mrs. Weasley recalled dazedly, and then said, "No, dear...no, not a single letter."

Harry was a little disappointed, but gave Ron and Tiera a meaningful look, and said, "Ron, can I come to your room and clean up my things? Hmm... can Tiera help me? "

"Okay...I'll go too." Ron replied without hesitation, "Hermione, how about you?"

"Okay," she said immediately, and the four of them filed out of the kitchen and headed upstairs.

"What's the matter, Harry?" Ron asked as soon as they entered the top-floor room and closed the door.

"There's one thing I didn't tell you...well, I've written and told Tierra..." Harry said, "All in all...when I woke up last Saturday morning, my scars were all over again. It hurts."

Ron and Hermione reacted almost exactly as Harry had imagined in Privet Drive's bedroom.

Hermione took a breath, and immediately began to make various suggestions, listing a lot of reference books, and a lot of people's names, from Albus Dumbledore to Hogwarts school doctor Pomford Mrs Ray.

And Ron was stunned.

"But, but, but... but he wasn't there, wasn't he? The You-Know-Who? I mean... the last time your scar hurt, he was at Hogwarts, right?"

"But I know he's definitely not on Privet Drive," said Harry, "but I saw him in a dream...he and Peter...you know, Wormtail...all the things in the dream, I already remembered I don't know, I just remember that they were plotting to kill... a person."

He hesitated, almost saying "kill me", but he couldn't bear to make Hermione's expression even more frightened, because Hermione was already horrified.

"You... what do you think it might be?" Harry carefully observed Tiera's expression, as if he was afraid that Tiera would recall something bad--Xiru9duxs.com

Although Tiera eventually changed her mind, everyone knew that Tiera's arm was injured by Peter Pettigrew.

"Oh, don't worry, Potter." To Harry's relief, Tiera was very calm about the matter, as if it wasn't Peter Pettigrew who blew his arm off, but what Tiera said next— —

"It's just that Voldemort is about to be resurrected."

But Harry, Ron and Hermione's eyes widened instantly.

"Wait, wait, wait..." Hermione asked in disbelief.

"You mean, you mean, mysterious man..." Ron also asked in disbelief.

"Voldemort is going to be resurrected~" Tiera said with a look that was not too big of a deal, stood up at the same time, sat behind Harry, and then reached out and rubbed Harry's forehead—

Just like he did in first grade.

Only this time, Tiera no longer uses Harry's scar to feel the traces of black magic, but controls her own magic power and vitality to flow along the fingers to the scar on Harry's forehead, and the fragments of Voldemort that flow into Harry's body——

The shards of Voldemort in Harry's body were like snails finally feeling the rain, gradually waking up from their slumber.

"I predicted Voldemort's resurrection," Tiera exclaimed. "You saw it too, I showed you in Defence Against the Dark Arts last school year."

Harry, Ron and Hermione turned pale instantly.

...

At the same time, in Riddle's mansion hundreds of miles away, Voldemort, who had just drank a little milk under the service of Peter Pettigrew, squinted his eyes and fell into a light sleep, when suddenly, a voice broke into his mind - —

"I foretold the resurrection of Voldemort."

A familiar voice spoke in his mind.

"You saw it too, I showed it to you in Defence Against the Dark Arts last school year."

The familiar voice spoke again.

Accompanying the sound is a bright picture.

Voldemort woke up in an instant, and carefully looked at the picture he was looking at—

The events in the picture apparently take place in a humble child's room with Quidditch team posters plastered on the walls.

In the center of the picture, two little wizards sit—

One is a boy with red hair and freckles, and the other is a girl with big teeth with brown broom hair.

"Don't! Don't say it, don't say his name!" The red-haired boy, Voldemort remembered, should be the boy from the Weasleys who used to follow Harry in the first grade. Li hissed.

"Voldemort, Voldemort, Voldemort..." The familiar voice seemed to be deliberately opposing Ron, deliberately reciting the name many times—

Now Voldemort finally recognized the familiar voice—

"Damn it...Damn little Mudblood..." Voldemort cursed weakly, "This damn... fictional liar..."

Apparently, Voldemort has gotten all the lies concocted by "Gildello Lockhart" from Peter Pettigrew.

Voldemort, who is one of the parties in the story, of course knows what he has done and what he has not done.

Now it is clear that Gilderoy Lockhart has benefited greatly from that bastard. No matter his strength or status, Voldemort, who is now lingering, can't deal with it.

So Voldemort was ready to take all his anger, all his anger, on Tiera.

"I predicted the resurrection of Voldemort." Tiera's voice sounded again~lightnovelpub.net~ At the same time other senses also came-

Lying on the sofa in Riddle's ancestral house, but Voldemort could feel Tierra's fingers pressing lightly on his temple and gently stroking his forehead. si minus bxWx.co si

This made Voldemort feel relieved and relieved, and he began to calm down and listen to Tiera's conversation with them quietly.

"Voldemort will be resurrected," Tiera added.

Oh? I can't believe that this little liar is actually a prophet...

Voldemort lay on the sofa thinking so.

"And he will be resurrected within a year," Tiera said.

Hmm... this kid is a real prophet.

Voldemort thought, lying comfortably on the sofa.

"He's going to come back stronger than ever," Tiera said. "He's going to be stronger than ever."

Maybe I can let this kid make a few predictions for me first, and then use the Imperius Curse to control him,

Voldemort thought.

"Voldemort will rule the wizarding world in a horrible and brutal way," Tiera said.

This little Tiera must be a prophet, Voldemort thought, and maybe I can try to confuse him again and make him my chief saint.

"But don't worry." Tiera smiled slyly and said, "Because he will be killed by Harry before Harry graduates." Mi He Mi

"Death is a tragic thief, and the ashes are gone, not a drop is left." Tiera added.

"Shit!" Voldemort growled angrily, feeling suddenly awakened from his sweet dream, "Shit! I must make that **** stinky mudblood into an Inferi!"

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