Outside Hogwarts Castle, many people wander aimlessly on the DL stone steps, and occasionally glance at the school gate in the distance.

They were curious about the ancient magical international exchanges that took place in Hogsmeade, but unfortunately the school did not let them out at all. "It was obviously premeditated." One student pointed out angrily, "they even postponed the first Hogsmeade weekend for this!"

Harry, Ron and Hermione sat on the steps near the foyer. They had been here for the third time, but they still didn't see the familiar figure. Harry looked at the dark clouds above his head, looking forward to a rain that would be unknown when.

"What's in the cloud?" Ron asked suddenly.

Harry stared at the low black clouds in the sky, as Ron said, something was glowing in the clouds. More and more students discovered strange things above their heads, and countless tiny columns of light pierced from the thick clouds, which then turned into soft light, illuminating the entire castle.

"Is this...lighting?" Harry opened his mouth wide.

At this moment, he suddenly felt the scar stinging. He covered his forehead, suspected that his head was about to crack, and blurry scenes appeared out of thin air in his mind.

"Harry? What's wrong with you?" Hermione discovered something was wrong immediately.

"Yes, it's Voldemort..." Harry said with a severe pain, "He's so happy where he is!" Harry gasped, stumbled and walked a few steps, almost falling down the steps.

Ron hurriedly grabbed Harry, and Harry's hand grabbed his arm like pliers, leaning most of his weight on him, causing Ron to breathe in.

"Hiss~ Have you seen him again?"

Their strangeness attracted the attention of others, and several members of the front-line observation station ran over, "What happened?" Semo asked in surprise, and he shouted to the distance: "Come to the professor, no matter who it is! Harry is sick, his scars-"

"Don't!" Harry covered his head and whispered, his face twisted due to the pain. Semo was frightened, and Neville squeezed over desperately, "Harry, do you want me to call Professor McGonagall? Or Professor Black and... Professor Snape?" When he said the last name, he had a tragic expression on his face. You must know that he usually avoided Snape.

Hermione looked at him deeply and knew that the people mentioned by Neville were members of the Order of the Phoenix. She said decisively: "All three of them are OK, hurry up!"

Just as Neville spoke, Harry's scars were like fire. He felt his skin melting, and a picture appeared in front of him: it was a towering building complex standing on the top of a mountain. The surrounding environment was a bit like Hogwarts, surrounded by wet and cold mist and dense forests. There were two tall human-shaped DL stone statues on both sides of the main entrance, but they appeared in the corner of sight, making Harry unable to see clearly. A strange idea became clear: he sensed its existence and was connected to his bloodline...

The legend is true...

Harry staggered on the steps, and the soft white light shattered the dark clouds above his head and sprinkled on his face, making him feel a little more comfortable. He closed his eyes and suddenly a cold touch came from his mouth, "Harry, drink it." He heard Hermione say nervously.

Harry barely opened his eyes and saw a small bottle containing a potion wandering in front of him, "No, I don't want it." He murmured in a low voice, "It's too noisy." There were chaos around him, and students shouting everywhere, making it difficult for him to get into Voldemort's mind again.

"Quiet! Don't make noise!" Ron's voice said, and Harry caught a glimpse of him waving his arms to disperse the crowd that was constantly approaching.

Harry tried his best to resist the spontaneous brain closure technique. I want to see more things, and I don’t need you for the time being... The two pictures overlap, on one side was the sound of footsteps, "A professor is here!" On the other side was the lush giant tree that suddenly came into view, the leaves swayed without wind, making a "rustling" sound, and he felt the two overlapping joy.

One of them comes from Voldemort and the other comes from the tall snake tree.

"What happened...Potter?" Snape appeared expressionlessly, following Draco Malfoy and the pale-faced Neville.

‘The first person I saw was him.’ Neville said helplessly with his eyes.

"Harry's scars are starting to hurt again!" Hermione said anxiously.

"This is how fragile people are, they are easily crushed by a little bit of realistic pressure. If his performance in potion class is still so unsatisfactory, I can only say--"

"You know what I'm talking about!" Hermione shouted at him vigorously.

"Gryffindor ticks ten because he contradicts the teacher." Snape said subconsciously, and then he saw the twisted snake shadow in Harry's face. He maintained the sarcastic expression on his face, hesitating and hesitating, and said slowly after a few seconds: "I can't help, it's better to take him to the school hospital."

"Old pervert..."

Ron's voice mixed with Sirius, Professor McGonagall's footsteps, and loud inquiries, which made Snape hear the first sentence clearly. His expression was extremely dangerous, but Sirius had already squeezed him aside, so he simply stood there without saying a word.

"What happened, Harry? Harry! Your scars are starting to hurt again?" Sirius shouted anxiously.

Harry didn't reply, his voice became low and hoarse, and hissing sounded like a creepy "hiss" sound. Sirius opened his eyes wide, and he stretched out his hand-

"Don't touch him." Hermione grabbed him with a fearful and firm expression. She said tremblingly: "It's a snake-like voice, Harry connects to that person."

Sirius's outstretched hand froze, feeling extremely distressed, hesitating whether to stop this dangerous behavior.

Fortunately, the snake-boy's accent disappeared soon, and Harry sank on the cold steps. At this time, a stone in front of them turned into a stretcher, "I'll take you to the school hospital first, Harry." Professor McGonagall said calmly, "and then notify Principal Dumbledore."

Harry didn't say anything, and an incredible picture appeared in his mind. The huge snake tree was quickly withering, its bright leaves became dim, gray-yellow and dilapidated, and its trunk was shaking, as if thousands of years had passed in just a few seconds.

"Click!"

The trunk cracked in the middle, revealing a large hole.

A magic wand floated out of the deep pit of the black dust.

A few soft buds were connected to the wand, but these buds lost their luster and fell off in an instant, and the wand surface became dazzling, as if the wand had sucked away all the vitality of the huge snake wood. Waves of joy like tides came, making Harry unable to distinguish between reality and illusion. The last picture in his mind was a pair of slender and pale hands holding it.
Chapter completed!