Two weeks have passed since the holiday began.

Harry's life back to the Dursley family has not changed.

No matter how many things happened in the magic world, how thrilling his experience in that castle was. After returning to this "home" on the Littleville Road, he felt as if he had come to another world.

Aunt Penny and Uncle Vernon would not care about his experiences, and would not even allow Harry to pull out the "little wooden stick" in front of them.

They all knew that Harry could not use magic outside the school, so although his Aunt Maggie incident left Vernon with fear, he still had enough restrictions on Harry.

At this time, Harry was lying on the grass in the garden in order to avoid the reprimand of his aunt and uncle, pretending that he was no longer home.

In fact, it was not comfortable to lie down like this, and of course it was incomparable to the sofa in the living room. But as long as there was no harsh shouting, even if he was lying directly in the mud, Harry would be willing.

Inside the house, Uncle Vernon was watching the TV news very loudly. He vaguely heard something about the Spanish luggage workers not satisfied with the current welfare strike, and Uncle Vernon's unique voice shouting.

"If it were me, I would give them the right to enjoy a nap for life!" He shouted viciously. It was obviously not that he was really considering these luggage workers.

Harry's attention was certainly not on Vernon.

He was looking up at the sky, biting a grass in his mouth, recalling what happened in Hogwarts.

Now everyone in the magic world knows that Voldemort is back, but it has been two weeks since that incident, and now he has not moved at all.

But it is normal to have no movement.

It is said that Professor Forrest injured him very seriously. The most likely thing he is to care about raising his wounds somewhere.

Harry's mind had already appeared, the scene where the man without a nose was waving his wand with a rage, using a pilogue to vent his anger on his men.

At the same time, Harry was still feeling a little scared.

If Sherlock had not replaced his identity at that time, then the one who was taken away in the end would be the real himself.

He couldn't even think about it. If he really faced Voldemort, what ability would he have to resist.

Everyone knew that there was a prophecy that he was the only one who could defeat Voldemort, but Harry never felt that he was different.

The reason why he survived Voldemort's life-seeking curse when he was a child was that he had no concern at all because his mother had exchanged his life for it.

Every time Harry experiences people's admiration for his scars, he actually feels sad.

Those people think this is his glory and a testimony to victory.

Only he understood that this was actually his mother's death certificate.

He chewed the grass roots in his mouth, and the bitter juice was swallowed by him and his saliva, just like his mood at the moment.

As if he felt something, an illusory figure suddenly appeared beside him. Harry tilted his head and looked over. Lily in her soul state looked at him quietly with a gentle smile on her face.

"It's still daytime, Mom, Professor Forrest said you'd better come out in the dark." Harry said worriedly.

Lily knelt beside Harry, gently stroked Harry's black hair with her hands that would not touch the real thing.

"There will be no big problem with the shade of the sun," she said softly, "I can feel that you are in a bad mood, Harry."

Harry blinked and covered up.

"No, I'm just thinking about the mess."

"Is that person back?"

Harry was silent. Lily was his biological mother. What his son was thinking? Few people who were mothers could not guess.

"You will be fifteen years old in a few days. It's still a bit early to say that adults are, but it can also be said that they are older children. It's normal to have your own thoughts, but when you encounter problems that you can't figure out,

You must not hide it. You can ask some people who are older than you. This is how people grow up. No one will have no worries at all."

Lily's voice was very soft, and under the cover of the loud TV sound of Uncle Vernon's turntable, only Harry next to her could hear it.

Harry wasn't hiding his mind, and said in a muffled voice.

"I was actually thinking, what if Voldemort wanted to catch me, what if someone died because of me?"

"If it were me who raised the trophy with Cedric that day, then I would not only not save my life, but Cedric would also die there..."

"So too, you and dad. If it weren't for me... you wouldn't have died..."

Lily looked at Harry and felt distressed.

Harry is indeed no longer a child. He can think about many things, but the more he thinks, the more he will blame himself.

The source of the misfortune he encountered was all from that prophecy, and the root of the prophecy was him.

"No one will think of you like this." Lily's voice became serious, uu reading www.uukanshu.com "No matter me or James, we never feel that we are dying for anyone."

"We are fighting against evil, in order to defeat that person. This is the belief that all of us are willing and insisted on. Not only us, Sirius, Lupin, Dumbledore, Weasleys, and you, now Professor Forrest, are all working hard and giving for this belief."

"Just now you will inherit the will of my father and you, fighting against evil, right? So don't think so important. No one is indispensable, and don't attribute unreasonable mistakes to yourself."

"If you want to prevent the people around you from being hurt, you have to gain more knowledge, learn, work hard, and have the ability to protect them. In the end, no matter how good or bad the result is, you will no longer blame or regret." Qiang Sacrifice Reading Sacrifice

"After all, you have tried your best to do it. No one will scold you anymore, and you will have a clear conscience."

Harry vomited the grass in his mouth. He was not a self-pitying person. He was in a bad mood only occasionally. After Lily said this, he cheered up a lot.

"You are right, mom, no matter what I lie here, I will not change. Even during the summer vacation, I have to work hard. The place where Professor Forrest and Professor Shilk live is very close to me. I should go to them for advice if I have time!"

He stood up from the grass, and seemed to be planning to go to Sherlock now to discuss magic learning, but he stopped before he even walked out of the Ligustrum.

Dudley, who was out and strolling with his friends, happened to be back at this time.
Chapter completed!