Chapter 252: Harry Turning into a Snake?

Time passed quickly for two days, and tomorrow was Christmas.

Hermione had been living at John's house for these two days.

The Christmas tree at John's house had already lit up with warm yellow lights, and the colored balls swayed gently in the faint light by the window.

Hermione was standing on tiptoe to hang the last silver bell, her fingertips just touching the branches, when a hand suddenly covered her waist from behind.

The other hand took the silver bell and helped her hang it on the branch.

"You're awake."

Hermione in his arms looked at John, with a warm, soft smile unique to the morning.

"Hmm, you refused to sleep with me last night, making me suffer from insomnia."

John deliberately lowered his voice, rubbing against her ear with a bit of aggrieved nasal tone.

Hermione's ear tips were slightly red, but she still reached out and pinched John's cheek dissatisfiedly.

"It's because you always move your hands and feet, tossing me so I couldn't sleep..."

When saying this, her face was red.

Two days ago, she had just agreed with Auntie that she couldn't do anything across the line before John was 16.

As a result, John was like a little cat that had tasted meat, becoming more and more bold toward her.

She had to set rules for John.

Not allowed to move hands and feet toward her before sixteen.

Fortunately, John was also very obedient, just always wanting to pester her.

This made her both soft-hearted and moved, proving that her weight in his heart was enough, even restraint became a kind of sweet practice.

And in John's eyes, this rule was instead a kind of affirmation, or invitation.

It meant that after sixteen, Hermione could completely belong to him.

Counting the days might not be easy, but it made the future more worth looking forward to.

"Is that so, then in the afternoon we'll go to little Hermione's house first, you guys come over early after the visit."

At noon, John told his family about today's arrangements.

They had agreed that today was Christmas Eve, to go to Hermione's house for dinner, and then spend the night there.

As for the arrangements before going over, it was to go to St. Mungo's to visit Mr. Weasley again.

So John's parents planned to go to Hermione's house first in the afternoon.

Help decorate the big meal or decorate the Christmas ornaments at home.

Then they would go over on their own after the visit.

Anyway, the two children were not small, and they didn't need them to take care of them too much.

"Understood."

John and Hermione nodded, originally not planning to visit for too long.

Soon.

After lunch was simply solved and a nap was taken, the two set off for St. Mungo's.

Christmas arrived.

Even St. Mungo's Hospital had set up a cold fir tree covered with gold foil and ice crystals in the corridor.

It is said that in this place, on Christmas day, gifts would also be distributed to patients.

Allowing patients to spend Christmas in the hospital.

"John, Hermione, you're here."

Just when they went up to the second floor, they ran into Harry in the corridor.

He looked a bit listless, with obvious dark circles under his eyes.

"Senior Harry, you are..."

John saw his appearance and frowned worriedly.

"It's okay, just didn't sleep well the past two days."

Harry waved his hand with a smile, slightly cheering up.

Hermione also frowned, thinking Harry was too worried about Mr. Weasley and didn't rest well.

Actually, it was about the same.

"Harry, what's wrong with you... hmm? It's Hermione, and John, you guys are here."

At this time, Ginny, who heard the movement outside the door, came out and came to Harry's side with concern, and then saw John and the two.

Today they both knew they were coming to visit.

So they also chose to come again today to accompany Mr. Weasley.

"Come in quickly, Dad just finished changing medicine, and his spirit is good now."

Ginny greeted the two with a smile, as if she were the hostess.

She also helped Harry tidy up his messy forehead hair, making Harry a bit embarrassed.

The two looked at this scene and looked at each other.

It seems Harry's spring has also arrived, but Ginny is unexpectedly strong.

Soon the two entered, the Weasley twins, as well as Ron were also here, and greeted the two when they saw them.

Mr. Weasley's spirit was indeed quite good.

Only he was still wrapped in thick gauze.

It was said that there was a kind of snake venom on his wound that inhibited wound healing.

That is, caring about some things, things about the Order of the Phoenix couldn't be said here, so after caring a few words, the visit could be considered complete.

The rest were all children chatting.

At the corner of the corridor stairs, John and Harry stood at the corner of the stairs.

"What's wrong, senior, calling me here alone?"

Harry raised his hand and rubbed his temples.

Because they had both sought the Headmaster together and had some common secrets, so there were some things he didn't dare to tell Ron, but could tell John.

"John... Mr. Weasley being attacked seems to be related to me..."

As if finally finding someone to confide in, he opened his mouth very self-blamingly.

"But, I heard from the Headmaster that it was because you conveyed the information in time that Mr. Weasley could be saved?"

John frowned and asked back strangely.

"That's because the person who attacked Mr. Weasley was me!"

Harry couldn't help but raise his volume and said.

John heard this and wasn't surprised, but stared at him strangely.

"You must be drunk, when Mr. Weasley was attacked, you were still at Hogwarts, what egg did you use to attack him?"

"And the one who attacked him was a snake, can you do Animagus?"

Harry: "......"

Such ugly words...

"No... to be precise, it should be that I possessed a snake, and then attacked Mr. Weasley..."

Harry saw that it was a bit troublesome to explain, so he had to tell John all the nightmares he had, his real feelings...

The details, even Ron didn't know, only Dumbledore knew.

John listened, looked at Harry, frowned and pondered.

"You mean, you dreamed that you turned into a snake and attacked Mr. Weasley, and it was very real."

Harry nodded, grabbing his head with incomparable worry.

"Yes... Professor Dumbledore said that Voldemort's soul possessed the snake, and then my soul, because it had a connection with Voldemort, also accidentally connected together."

"I'm worried that one day, I will also be possessed by Voldemort, and then harm everyone..."

Hearing this, John finally understood.

Harry was just because of this, becoming extremely self-blaming, or rather, falling into some kind of self-tearing fear.

Feeling that he was both a victim and a potential perpetrator.

At the same time, he thought he was not clean, being possessed and controlled by Voldemort, don't do that kind of thing.

"Senior, sometimes I really have to say something about you."

John shook his head helplessly and said.

"You being possessed by Voldemort is not you actively inviting him to live in—just like a house being robbed, the mistake is the thief, not the house."

"What are you self-condemning for here."

"If you can throw the pot to Voldemort, don't engage in internal friction here."

"If I were you, you should go find Professor Snape and use all this energy to practice Occlumency."

"Prevention is better than cure, much stronger than thinking wildly here." ===== CHAPTER 253 =====