Chapter 164: Crawley House

"Harry, I regret to tell you that I may have to miss your birthday party this year as well. A truck driver in Manchester has encountered an unfair verdict, and I must take my team to conduct a second-instance defense for him. Arguing strongly on just grounds before the local court is not an easy thing. From June to September, I may not return. During this period, all matters of Tang Dun are decided by you; I have already told Butler Carson."

"I hope you can take good care of Eve, and understand: our cause is righteous."

——George Crawley, left.

When Harry and Eve got off the car, the butler delivered a note to him on a tray, which made him feel a bit disappointed. Although the current Earl of Grantham rarely participated in his growth, he left a good impression on Harry, so much so that if he went home but couldn't see this old man, Harry would also feel some nostalgia and loss.

"But one sentence is well said, we can encourage each other." Harry said softly. "Our cause is righteous."

Eve shook her head: "Next time McGonagall is ready to put you in detention, you can also say this to her; perhaps you can escape a disaster—who knows?"

"Too small, the pattern is too small." Harry shook his head. "I'm talking about Torchwood."

"Then what's wrong with that?" Eve walked into the manor with a smile; after all, she was ignorant of the world and didn't carry as many heavy responsibilities as Harry.

"I think, it's better to tell you." After some hesitation, Harry still said the information he heard. "As far as I know, Hogwarts next year may not be safe; Death Eaters may attack there."

"Really?" Eve had a look of disbelief and frivolity.

"This summer vacation, I will try my best to teach you some self-defense spells. After school starts, I hope Ma Erfu can organize it," Harry paused; he felt Ma Erfu might not be reliable. "Popularize some spells, let everyone have the ability to protect themselves, or at least circulate it among friends."

Under Harry's complex and worried expression, Eve's back ran away bouncing. For a little girl of this age, summer vacation means free and easy play, and going to school is a gorgeous and interesting magic adventure; she will never take the Dark Wizard to heart, and of course, she will rarely show a worried expression for this.

On the first day of summer vacation, Harry had a strange dream. He saw a gorgeous long table with flickering candlelight, a group of people whose faces could not be seen sitting on both sides, and a large white python swimming among the food.

Immediately afterward, he woke up, panting heavily, and his scar was burning with pain, like a branding iron.

Harry glanced at the time; it was past twelve noon. He had almost just entered his nap when he was woken up by this dream.

"Scar..." He slowly walked to the floor-to-ceiling mirror, looking at the thin boy with glasses in the mirror. "When was the last time it was hot?"

This scar came from that night more than ten years ago. Harry was sure that he already knew everything that happened that night—Fu Di Mo, because of a prophecy, wanted to kill him while he was still in swaddling clothes. Originally, this cruel Dark Lord intended to kill everyone in his family, but Snape, who was his capable deputy at the time, begged him to spare his mother, so his mother was able to protect the young Harry with a spell of love and sacrifice. Fu Di Mo's killing curse was rebounded onto himself, and the boy who lived became the savior who ended his dark rule.

As for this scar, Harry had always thought it was just a mark left when the killing curse rebounded at that time. As a direct-death curse that could not be defended, it was also reasonable that it could not be completely blocked. Moreover, this lightning-shaped scar was not ugly; on the contrary, it was a bit cool.

However, Harry clearly remembered that on the train in the first year, when Zhang Qiu tried to summon his dead parents with mysterious magic from the East, but accidentally summoned Fu Di Mo, his scar had hurt at that time. Harry suspected that this scar had some kind of connection with Fu Di Mo; perhaps this scar was the "weapon to kill Fu Di Mo," because his childhood tutor had told him a legend that there was a magic sword called Frostmourne that would imprison the souls of the dead.

"In the scar, will there be a trace of Fu Di Mo's soul?" Harry thought irresponsibly.

Actually, on one night of the second-year summer vacation, Harry's scar had also hurt once, but at that time there was no vision, and the pain didn't last long. He once thought that time was just a simple headache after catching a cold; now thinking about it, perhaps it was possible that when Fu Di Mo was resurrected, the scar produced some induction.

"This dream, it is possible that it is Fu Di Mo's memory." Harry thought like this. "Or perhaps, I used this trace of soul to sense Fu Di Mo's vision."

"If it is the latter, that would not be a bad thing." Harry nodded secretly. "I can use this to peep at Fu Di Mo, and he is completely unaware."

However, no matter what the situation, this matter is worth paying attention to.

The first thing Harry thought of was writing to Deng Buliduo, but obviously, Deng Buliduo had too many things to be busy with. He could imagine that the entire Department of Mysteries, those Doctors, and the only remaining trump cards of the Auror Office were working with Deng Buliduo, arranging the entire plan in full swing. To reopen the Triwizard Tournament in France, arrange a realistic enough script, lure Fu Di Mo to come and attack Harry, and then use the Time Moment as a means of victory.

The more exquisite the plan, the more effort it takes to repeatedly deliberate, arrange various backup plans, and reserve means. Harry felt that he was disturbing them just because his scar hurt, which might seem a bit silly, or a bit pretentious.

If he wrote to Ron, he might ask his father. Harry could feel that the Wei Silai family cared about him very much, but for the sake of the scar, perhaps his father would be a bit afraid, a bit worried, and easy to make a fuss. Better not let this momentary pain cause their long-term panic.

And his other friends—Harry knew what would happen just by thinking about it. Zhang Qiu would flip to a certain page in the notebook and then tell him, "Fate shows that Harry will feel scar pain on a certain month, day, and time," and it would be abnormal if it didn't hurt; Na Wei would probably say seriously, "Can a man not even endure this bit of pain?"; Ha Ge would only suggest he find Deng Buliduo; Hermione, knowing she couldn't help, would probably send him some aspirin.

Harry rubbed his temples; he needed an adult wizard who cared about him and had enough means to deal with Dark Magic. A name soon jumped into his mind: Sirius Black.

This godfather, nicknamed Sirius, happened to be the person Harry could entrust at this time. Although he had not publicly cleared his name, he had successfully cleared his grievances. At this moment, he might be cleaning his old house in Grimmauld Place. He said Harry could write to him at any time, and also promised that when the house was cleaned, he would invite him to play.

Harry sat at the desk in the bedroom, slowly spreading out a piece of letter paper. When he slowly wrote the word "Sirius," he couldn't help but remember that this time last year, he was being published in the newspaper as an escaped wanted criminal, and couldn't help but laugh.

"Dear Sirius," he wrote without thinking, and unknowingly wrote a whole page, which shows that he still had a lot to say to this godfather. Of course, he also didn't forget to mention the scar.

After the letter was written, Harry put it into an envelope, sealed it, wrote the address as 12 Grimmauld Place, and then handed it to his personal valet, Bates.

Grimmauld Place could be found on the map of the Muggle World, so Harry decided to give Hedwig a vacation too.

The pain of the scar had long since subsided. Harry looked at the time and came to the tea room in advance, intending to discuss with Carson about setting up a game console at Tang Dun.

In fact, Tang Dun still retained a quite retro lifestyle. Harry naturally remembered the kind of furniture called television he had seen at the Dursleys' house when he was a child, but Lord Grantham didn't like that thing; he felt that television programs had no nutrition and wasted time, so the only television in the manor was also left in the storage room to gather dust.

In Butler Carson's view, Young Master Harry was undoubtedly a person who was keen to contact new things. He tried to report some other ideas to Harry, such as setting up an Apple II computer in the study; this kind of micro-home computer was slightly ahead of its time for Tang Dun, not to mention that Harry had just returned from the medieval-style magic world, so he immediately waved his hand and said to consider it again.

Just when Harry and the butler were discussing adding furniture, Eve walked over. She was wearing a slightly retro lotus-leaf collar dress, with a large amount of lace and fabric pleats embellished on it, which made her look very cute and also had a lady's temperament.

"How did you think of wearing this?" Harry asked naturally.

"Have you considered holding a dance party?" Eve said with a smile.

"What?" Harry was obviously stunned for a moment. "A dance party?"

"That's right, don't you think the manor is too deserted?" Eve said. "Grandpa won't come back at all this year; why don't we play something big."

"If you just think the dance hall hasn't been used for too long, that's nothing, but you must want to invite those," Harry considered the butler on the side and didn't say the word magic. "Want to invite friends from school, right?"

"Of course." Eve raised her eyebrows proudly.

"Please allow me to interject," Carson said. "Thirteen is an age that can attend a dance party; we would be very happy to receive the young master and young lady's friends from school."

"But, but," Harry said a bit awkwardly. "You might feel they are not necessarily normal, and they might not necessarily feel you are normal." ===== CHAPTER 165 =====