"Actually I'm very strange."

Sherlock, who had come out of the meditation basin and returned to the normal principal's office, looked at Dumbledore and Moody.

"Bella's crime at the trial was torture the Longbottoms, who were Neville's parents, so is this one of her charges? If not, wouldn't the ones she killed and the sins she committed before be enough to get her a dementor kiss?"

Moody shook his head.

"You know, Sherlock, there is no death penalty in the magic world, and the dementor's kiss is not a death penalty, but it is better than a death penalty. But no one would think that this is the ultimate criminal law. After all, the moment the soul is absorbed, the deceased cannot feel any pain at all."

"So the highest punishment in the magic law has always been Azkaban's life imprisonment. No one can bear the dementors' erosion of hope and happiness day and night, and the stronger the will, the longer they will live, but the more desperate they will be."

"This torture cannot be seen at all. In that environment, there will be no hope left for them, only endless pain."

As he said that, Moody turned to look at Dumbledore.

"This is also the reason why Dumbledore has never liked the Ministry of Magic and Dementors to get in touch with things like this. He always felt that wizards should not have contact with such monsters."

Dumbledore did not speak out, as he agreed to Moody's words.

He turned his head and looked at Harry, and his blue eyes, which seemed to be able to see more than the Demon Eye, looked at Harry and said softly.

"So, Harry, before you get sucked into the meditation pot, what's the matter with meditation?"

Harry had no hesitation. Sherlock and Moody were both trustworthy people, so he certainly would not hide anything.

It’s just that the scene is like a dream, and now that he can recall it, his memory scene has become intermittent.

"Yes," said Harry. "Professor, I'm taking divination class, but I...I'm asleep."

He hesitated for a moment, thinking he was going to be criticized, but Dumbledore said.

"It's understandable, keep talking."

"Well, I had a dream," said Harry, "I dreamed of Voldemort, and he was tormenting Peter...Do you know Peter?"

"I know," Dumbledore said immediately, "to go."

"Voldemort received a letter from the owl. He seemed to say that the worm tail had made a big mistake. He said that someone was dead, and that Peter's blood was dirty and would hurt him... He mentioned my name again and said that things cannot be wrong with me. Then my scars started to hurt, and it hurt so much that I woke me up."

His retelling was confusing, but all the key images were expressed.

After listening to his story, Dumbledore frowned, and Moody and Sherlock, who were listening on the side, were also in a while of thought.

"Is this the second time? Harry." Sherlock looked at Harry and asked, "Is this the second time I encountered this situation except for the time you came to see me during the summer vacation?"

Harry scratched his head and thought about it carefully for a moment.

"I had a few headaches in the middle, but I didn't dream of the scene like this during the summer vacation."

He looked at Dumbledore, who was still thinking.

"Professor, do you know why my scars hurt?"

Dumbledore looked at Harry for a moment, and then said, "I have only one speculation, just speculation... I think your scar will hurt when Voldemort approaches you, or when he develops a particularly strong desire for revenge."

"But...why?"

"Because that unsuccessful spell connected you with him," Dumbledore said, "this is not an ordinary scar."

When he said this, both Harry and Dumbledore turned their eyes to Sherlock.

Apparently they both knew that the lightning-like scar on Harry's forehead left part of the reason why Lily was left, and Sherlock had tampered with this magic.

But although Sherlock has improved this magic, he doesn't know why it has such an effect, so that Harry can dream of Voldemort.

"This should not be a matter of soul protection magic." Sherlock could only confirm this matter. "The problem should come from Voldemort. He used a failed life-seeking curse, which is the first case in the history of magic, so it is not surprising that Harry has any sequelae now."

The office was quiet for a moment, and then Harry asked hesitantly.

"Was that dream...real?"

"It's possible," said Dumbledore. "Harry, from your perspective, have you seen Voldemort?"

"No," Harry said honestly, "I only saw his back, but I couldn't see anything, right? He had no body, right? But... how could he pick up his wand to punish Peter?" Harry said slowly.

"Yes," Dumbledore murmured, "how is it possible..."

Sherlock and Moody couldn't give an answer, but Sherlock had to think more at this time.

He looked at Harry with his chin and said.

"If Harry can see the scene happening on Voldemort, can Voldemort also see Harry's scene?"

Sherlock's words immediately stunned the other three people present, especially Harry and Moody. Their hearts instantly felt creepy.

Moody's magical fake eye was rotating quickly, and Harry opened his mouth wide and could not make any sound for a long time.

Only Dumbledore shook his head slowly.

"From what has happened so far, there shouldn't be any, otherwise Harry wouldn't have escaped so easily in the second game."

Although he said that, Harry still felt a furrow all over his body, and he always felt a cold gaze in the darkness was silently staring at him.

"But I won't mention why your scars hurt, I'll have such nightmares."

Dumbledore did not look at Harry when he said this, but looked at Sherlock.

"We have another thing to find you. I originally planned to call you over and talk about it tomorrow, but you are here today."

Hearing Dumbledore's words, Harry looked confused, and Moody, who had not known about this in advance, frowned slightly.
Chapter completed!