Chapter 483 (1/2)

In fact, Harry has been at home since he last saw van leen and Hermione.

However, it was not a pleasant experience for him. The strange and damned dream haunted him like a nightmare, which made his mental state very bad.

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Harry lay flat on his back, breathing hard as if he were running. A very vivid dream awakened him, and he covered his face with his hand. The old, thunderbolt like scar on his forehead burned under his fingers as if someone had pressed red hot wire on his skin.

He sat up, pressing the scar in one hand and grabbing his glasses in the dark with the other, which were on the table by the bed. He put on his glasses, and the bedroom could see more clearly, for the orange light, which was as faint as fog, shone through the curtains.

It was the smallest bedroom of the Dursleys. It was Dali's storage room, but now it belongs to him.

After going to Hogwarts, the Dursleys were more straightforward about his dislike, but there was no denying that his life changed a lot because of it.

They fear magic, unknown power.

Harry touched the scar with his fingers, and it was still painful. He turned on the light next to him, climbed up from the bed, went to the other end of the room, opened the closet, and looked into the mirror inside the cupboard door: a thin 14-year-old boy looked at him, his black hair was in disorder, and his big green eyes looked puzzled. He drew closer to the mirror to examine the thunderbolt wound. It looks normal, but it still has a hot feeling.

Harry tried hard to remember what happened in his dream before he woke up. It seemed so real There were two people, but he didn't know either of them, and he didn't understand why one of them appeared in his mind.

He tried his best to concentrate on what he wanted to remember

The dim picture of the dark room came to him. It was a very old house, like a noble manor, but it looked like it had not been repaired for a long time.

The wooden floor of the house is very shabby, which reminds him of the scream hut, but it's not that messy.

After a while, as the picture goes on, a snake climbs down the stairs, mixing black and green patterns. The snake is very big, just like the Brazilian Python he released from the zoo.

It seems very aggressive.

The snake crawled slowly around the door. The light in the room was not bright, even cold.

Through the door, Harry saw a man kneeling in front of a sofa seat.

The man was dressed in black leather, and his face was blue and bearded. He looked like he had not been cleaned up for a long time. At least his face was not so good-looking.

”My master, your most faithful servant...”

Master? servant?

This word is still used only among the nobility, of course, so is the house elf, and Fanlin has given up his correction of Dobby.