HP: White Lord of Slytherin

Chapter 183 Warriors' Families

With the assurance from Headmaster Dumbledore, Harry relaxed a little and raised his hand to touch the lightning scar on his forehead.

"Headmaster, I heard Voldemort's laughter in my dream. I seemed to be able to feel a strong hatred from his laughter, and then my scar began to hurt."

That hatred was like a fire, burning his scars and waking him up with pain.

Gloria and Headmaster Dumbledore looked at each other in tacit understanding. The Headmaster said slowly, "Does the scar only hurt during the summer vacation and now?"

Harry nodded, "Only these two times."

The office fell silent for a moment. Gloria didn't know how to explain and could only wait for the principal to speak.

"Headmaster—" Harry began hesitantly, "Why does it hurt?"

He used to think that it was just a scar left by magical damage, but every time he saw Voldemort, whether in reality or in his dreams, the scar would hurt.

"I speculate, just speculate..." Dumbledore said, "When Voldemort gets close to you and has a strong desire for revenge, your scar will hurt."

"why?"

"Because a failed spell connected you together." The headmaster said, his expression became more serious. "It is not an ordinary scar."

"So my dreams are real?"

This is what Harry is most worried about, the old man who was killed in the dream, the murder against him, and the coveting of Gloria.

Thinking of this, he glanced at Gloria and found that she seemed to be lost in some kind of thought. He wondered if she had heard his conversation with the principal.

"Perhaps," Dumbledore asked him. "Apart from your first year, have you ever seen Voldemort in your dream?"

"of course not!"

When Sirius woke up from the dream for the first time, he almost searched the entire area near the house, but found nothing. This time he went to school again. Last time Voldemort possessed Professor Quirrell, but this time there was no one for him to possess.

"I've only seen him in my dreams, but...how could he have a body? Last time he was just a puff of smoke, but in my dreams he could pick up a wand."

Even through the back of the chair, Harry still saw Voldemort's hideous smile as he held his wand in his dream.

Dumbledore murmured: "Yes, how could it be possible..."

It was possible for a half-dead person to possess a body. Gloria knew that the body must be very weak, otherwise the Death Eater would not be silent.

But why did Voldemort use that weak body to murder Harry? He was never truly dead, so he couldn't use the Horcrux to resurrect.

Would killing Harry restore things to normal? What kind of principle is this...

Voldemort's strength has nothing to do with whether Harry is alive or not, and Harry even has a fragment of his soul in his body.

"Leah?"

Gloria felt someone shaking her shoulder and looked up to find that Harry and Headmaster Dumbledore were both looking at her.

"Sorry, I was just thinking about something."

Headmaster Dumbledore's blue eyes were gentle, "I am inviting Harry to look at the memories in the Pensieve. Do you want to join us?"

Gloria waved her hand, "No need, now that I've told you everything about the dream, I'll go back first."

The bracelet has been handed over to Harry. Next, she will practice hard and try to improve her strength before the competition.

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In June, Hogwarts began exam week. Gloria was a warrior so she didn't need to attend, but that didn't affect her tutoring of Draco.

The day of the competition was the last day of the exam week. The exams were over today and everyone could look forward to the competition starting in the evening.

In the auditorium in the morning, everyone quickly finished breakfast and prepared for the next exam.

Draco had just packed up all his things, "I'm going to take the exam, wait for me to come back."

"Go ahead." Gloria pushed him.

Professor McGonagall came over from the staff table, "Potter, after breakfast, gather in the conference room next door." She turned to look at Gloria, "All the warriors must go."

"But the game doesn't start until tonight," Harry said, picking up the scrambled eggs that had fallen on his school robes.

"That's right." Professor McGonagall nodded, "But the warriors' families have been invited to watch the game, so it's okay if you eat slowly."

Anyway, Sirius took advantage of the fact that he was a native of the country and asked Dumbledore for permission to watch the first two games.

Gloria finished her meal slowly, and saw Harry finish the food on the plate in a few bites, then stood up and said to her, "Leah, let's go together."

She took a sip of grape juice before leaving the table.

As soon as they arrived, they saw Sirius standing at the door with his arms open to them. Harry smiled and ran over to hug him.

When Gloria came closer, he hugged her and rubbed the back of her head.

"I'm not the only one here today," he said.

Harry was stunned. Gloria's parents were dead. Could it be Malfoy's mother?

Sirius led the two into the room where Krum was in the corner with his parents, speaking Bulgarian; Fleur and her sister were standing next to their mother, speaking French.

By the fireplace, Mrs. Weasley and Bill were watching them with smiles on their faces.

"Mrs. Weasley—" Harry had not expected them to come.

"You didn't expect that!" Mrs. Weasley was a little excited. "Sirius said that it would be difficult for him to accompany the children from two houses alone, so he invited us."

She said as she kissed Harry's cheek.

Bill held out his hand to Harry, "Nice to see you again. How are you?"

Harry nodded quickly, "Everything is fine."

"Charlie wanted to come, too, but he was too busy to leave," Bill said. "He said your broomstick fight with the Swedish short-nosed dragon was second only to Gloria's."

Gloria, who was mentioned, nodded to them.

This was her first time meeting Mrs. Weasley, who was plump and looked very kind.

Sirius put his arm around her shoulders and introduced her, "This is Gloria, my niece. She's an excellent Slytherin."

Mrs. Weasley shook her hand. "I already knew about you from your letter. We will send each other presents at Christmas."

Gloria said, "It's nice to meet you Mrs. Weasley, Harry said you're a great cook."

"Oh - this..." Mrs. Weasley was a little shy, "I have been cooking for many years and have accumulated some experience. You are welcome to visit my home at any time. I will let you taste my cooking skills then."

"I'll go when I have time." When Gloria first met Harry and the others in second grade, she longed for the gnomes in the Weasleys' garden.

"It's great to be back here." Bill looked around. He had graduated several years ago. "It's been five years since I left. Is the portrait of the Mad Knight still there?"

"Of course." Sirius said happily, "I got the password list and read it to him one by one, and then I got into the Gryffindor dormitory smoothly."

Harry nodded along, and was deeply impressed by Sir Cadogan guarding the Gryffindor gate.

Gloria raised her hand and hit him on the lower back. Is this something worth bragging about?

"Oh--" Sirius rubbed his lower back and said, "Harry, Mrs. Weasley and Bill will accompany you at the Gryffindor table today. I will go to the Slytherin table to accompany Leah."

Of course Harry had no objection, but Sirius going to the Slytherin table?

Gloria lowered her head silently, "You can go to the Gryffindor table. You graduated from that house anyway."

"It's okay." Sirius seemed not to hear the dissuading tone in her words, "I'm very skilled at getting along with Slytherin students."