On the way out of the house, at some point, a large mirror appeared.

In the mirror, a shabby old man with a dark blue hat and gray hair and wrinkled face was reflected.

The workmanship of this mirror does not seem to be very good, and it is not very smooth. The image in the mirror of the old man is slightly distorted and looks a little weird.

Harry touched the mirror curiously. The mirror seemed to be very fragile, and a crack appeared immediately under Harry's light touch.

Soon cracks covered the entire mirror in an instant, and the image in the cut Harry's mirror also became fragmented. The next moment, the mirror shattered.

The endless black void behind the mirror was revealed.

"Crack, click." A crisp cracking sound came from Harry's ear again.

Harry looked around curiously, the source of the voice.

Soon, Harry discovered that the source of the sound was his own body.

Like a mirror, dense cracks appeared on his body.

The next second, like a mirror, Harry's body suddenly disintegrated, shattering into pieces like a mirror.

At the same time, Harry Potter finally woke up from his dream.

Harry lay straight on the bed, gasping for breath, as if he had been running.

He woke up from a very realistic dream and pressed his hands tightly to his face.

Under his finger, the lightning-shaped scar was burning with pain, as if someone had just pressed a fiery wire against his skin.

He sat up, covering the scar with one hand, and groping in the dark with the other to get the glasses on the bedside table.

He put on his glasses, and the scene in the bedroom slowly became clear. He was in Gryffindor's bedroom.

Roommate Ron was still fast asleep at the time. He muttered something in his sleep and rolled over in his sleep.

Harry ran his fingers over the scar again, still in severe pain.

Harry wanted to continue to recall that dream, so that he could continue to think and analyze.

But he was surprised to find that the memory in the dream that he had just remembered very clearly and firmly disappeared like a tide.

It's like a piece of paper that is full of words but soaked in water and becomes fuzzy.

Now Harry had only those vague memories left.

A dimly lit room appeared before his eyes—a snake lay on the rug in front of the fireplace, a witch named Alecto—and a terrifying monster.

The monster had a cold, high-pitched voice - it was Voldemort's voice, and Harry felt as if a piece of ice had slipped into his stomach when he thought of the creature.

He closed his eyes tightly, trying his best to remember what Voldemort had talked to, but these memories became more and more blurred as time went by.

The next plan, and Voldemort's mention of his name, Harry can only remember these things at the moment.

The more he tried to grasp those details, the more quickly they slipped through his fingers, and it was clear that Voldemort was planning a terrible conspiracy.

I just heard about this conspiracy, but to my dismay, I forgot all the contents of the conspiracy.

Harry stood up restlessly, and reached out another finger to stroke his scar, which was still aching.

Harry forced himself not to think about his scars, the fact that the last time the pain had flared up because Voldemort was nearby was what upset Harry.

Voldemort can't be here at this moment, and now Harry is at Hogwarts, it is absolutely impossible for Voldemort to sneak into Hogwarts.

This idea is too absurd, it is absolutely impossible

Harry still has a lot to do today, such as finding his lost wand.

Seeing Ron still sound asleep, Harry decided to go around and find his wand.

It's a pity that Harry still couldn't find his wand after wandering around for a long time, which made Harry extremely frustrated.

With dark circles under his eyes, Harry returned to the Gryffindor lounge in frustration.

There were only two people in the lounge at this time, Hermione and Ron.

Hermione sat on the sofa, frowning at a newspaper in front of her.

On the newspaper is a line of large characters written in bold, bold type.

"There was a sudden and serious violence at the Quidditch World Cup, and the Ministry of Magic responded appropriately and quickly to control it."

"Hermione! I lost my wand!" Harry didn't have time to talk about the news, but worriedly mentioned the wand to Hermione.

"Ron told me." Speaking of Harry's wand, Hermione frowned worriedly.

"We'll accompany you to find Professor McGonagall in a while. I've read the history of Hogwarts, and it was said that the professor of Hogwarts has some learning management authority, and the professor must have a way to help you with the magic wand. get back!"

Hermione comforted Harry.

Hearing Hermione say this, Harry nodded and sat beside Hermione.

"Hermione, what did the newspaper say?" Ethan asked Hermione curiously.

"I'll take a look." Hermione squinted at the newspaper.

"At the Quidditch World Cup, the biggest event in the wizarding world, there was a horrific attack. Many wizards and Muggles from all over the world were injured in this incident."

"But fortunately, under the leadership of the excellent young wizard Ethan from the Ministry of Magic~lightnovelpub.net~ the Aurors have severely cracked down on the chaotic wizards, effectively preventing the chaos from continuing to expand. The follow-up situation, this reporter Follow-up reports will be continued.”

A few photos were attached with the report, except for the first one with a gleaming black-and-white photo of the Dark Mark dangling from a treetop.

The rest of the photos are photos of Ethan commanding the Aurors to fight.

"Rita Skeeter, she has learned to speak nicely this time," Hermione muttered.

"Harry, what do you think?" Hermione looked up at Harry, wanting to say something to Harry.

At this moment, Harry happened to touch his scar with his finger.

"What's the matter, Harry? Your scar hurts again?" Hermione asked with concern.

Ron also hurriedly looked at Harry. The pain in Harry's scar last time could have caused a lot of trouble.

Seeing the concerned eyes of his two friends, Harry told Hermione and Ron about the strange dream he had just had.

"Oh my God! You dreamed of You-Know-Who? Harry, you have to hurry up and tell Dumbledore! This is no small matter!" Hermione said nervously.

Ron kept nodding aside, and he was also shocked by Harry's description.

Hermione pushed her hair together and said, "And your scar hurts, Harry, that's not an ordinary thing, I'm going to look up Common Magical Pain and Dream Interpretation. In the bedroom, maybe I can help you."

Having said that, Hermione put down the newspaper and stood up, planning to go to her bedroom.

At this moment, the door of the lounge slammed open with a click.

Just when the three of them were wondering who would enter the lounge when school didn't start at this time, Ethan appeared in front of the three of them.