"So this is the Philosopher's Stone," Hermione continued, her voice tinged with concern. "Dumbledore said that under its influence, the curse Voldemort left on you was completely broken, with no lingering effects."
Evan stared fixedly at the Philosopher's Stone for a moment, then suddenly remembered, "WHERE IS SIRIUS?"
"He's at St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries. I heard Dumbledore say he's seriously injured, but his life is not in danger. He needs some rest," Hermione said, frowning, "Evan, where on earth were you during the summer vacation? How dangerous was it to get this Philosopher's Stone? Did the ancient Centaurs leave anything behind?"
As Evan recounted his summer vacation experience to Hermione, Harry leaped out of bed.
He was sweating and sitting on his bunk, breathing heavily, as if he had been running.
He recalled the vivid dream he had just experienced, the scar on his forehead burning beneath his fingers.
The pain from the scar felt as if someone had pressed a red-hot wire against his skin.
Harry gasped, pressing the scar with one hand and grasping for his glasses in the darkness with the other.
He was certain he had just dreamt about Voldemort.
It was a large, dark, dilapidated house, and there was a wizard named Caresius beside Voldemort.
Harry was puzzled. Who was this wizard named Caresius?
In the recent dream, his body was tightly wrapped in a black cloak, with a very pale face.
Harry didn't recognize that person, but Voldemort had unquestionably found a new ally.
In front of them, there was a statue shaped like an ugly tree trunk.
Harry closed his eyes and made an effort to recall the previous dream, Voldemort's appearance, and the statue, but the scar was growing more painful.
Voldemort was plotting something, but everything was becoming blurry.
Harry couldn't remember if it was Voldemort or the dreadful conversation between them.
They were planning to kill someone, but he couldn't recall the name anyway.
He only remembered feeling fear at the end, and was awoken by strong convulsions or the pain from the scar.
The perspective in the dream left Harry unsettled.
He seemed to be lying on the floor, in a corner next to the blazing stove, like a serpent...
Harry gasped for a while, and it took him a long time for his thoughts to turn to the letter Hermione had recently written to him.
Hermione informed him in the letter that Evan and Sirius had already acquired the Philosopher's Stone and Evan's curse had been lifted.
However, she also mentioned that both were seriously injured.
Evan was doing better and had been sent back home. Hermione was about to go there with him.
Sirius was sent to St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries. He was out of danger and only needed a period of rest to recover.
Harry was concerned for Evan and Sirius, and couldn't understand why Dumbledore hadn't told him directly.
He had spent the whole summer worrying about it but had received no news.
Harry also wanted to do something. Although he couldn't go to St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries, he should go see Evan.
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Harry Potter and the Hidden Treasure (Volume 3)
FanfictionA teenager named Evan Mason, who traverses into the magical world of Harry Potter and enrolls at Hogwarts! Armed with knowledge of the future and a gift for magic, he embarks on a journey to conquer the heights of the wizarding world, only to discov...
