novelhk Chapter 223 Voldemort's Voice
Chapter 223 Voldemort's Voice
Chapter 223 Voldemort's Voice
Harry stood outside the door, shivering, remembering a similar experience he had once had at the observatory.
Help!
terrible!
What could eleven-year-old Harry understand? He naturally couldn't comprehend relationships between people, nor was he particularly sensitive to atmosphere. He couldn't distinguish between the ambiguity at the observatory and the perfectly timed awkwardness in the hospital room.
The awkward thing was that she had anticipated Ryan's actions in advance; nothing was beyond her expectations, and there was no surprise whatsoever.
But he just felt that the two people in the room were standing a little too close together.
But Harry's sudden entrance was quite a commotion, and Joe had already alerted Penelope and Lane.
But the two remained motionless, showing no sign of panic.
Completely unaware that being fed by his best friend was rather illogical, Ryan asked curiously, "What's wrong with Harry? Is he sick too?"
Feeling a bit better off being misunderstood, Penelope took a bite of her apple: "I didn't know. We're not in the same year or the same college, and the Adventurers' Club didn't hold any gatherings while you were in the hospital."
"The Adventurers' Club meets once every one or two weeks on average, and it seems like I haven't missed a single meeting even though I've been hospitalized," Ryan protested.
"The next appointment is the day after tomorrow. Will you be able to attend?" Penelope rolled her eyes at him. "Given your current condition, you should just stay in bed. Madame Pomfrey will definitely not allow you to go out now."
"Then I need to find a way out." Ryan tossed the video footage in his hand, smugly saying, "I finally did something big, and the footage's all been delivered to my doorstep. Shouldn't I show it off?"
"You!" Penelope lightly punched Ryan, and seeing Ryan's pained expression after being hit by his friend's words, she called out to the door, "Harry, what are you standing at the door for? Come in and talk."
Harry peeked in cautiously, like a kitten that had just joined a family, too afraid to move when he saw anything.
He approached and saw that one of them was sitting on the bed and the other was lying on the bed. He felt that he did not belong there and sincerely hoped to say hello and then leave as soon as possible, but he could not keep his own affairs to himself.
He said with a pained expression, "I heard from George and Fred that Senior Ryan was injured and hospitalized, so I came to check on him during break time."
Ryan waved his hand: "It's just being hospitalized, it's no big deal. Didn't they tell you I come to the school clinic often? Going to the school clinic is like coming home."
He could even proudly say that since he enrolled in the school, he has contributed 30% of the school clinic's revenue.
Young wizards come here for free medical treatment and are not required to marry, but the academy must purchase the necessary potions and materials. This is the source of the funds, although the funds only have expenditures and no income.
Harry was startled. He couldn't quite understand where his senior's inexplicable sense of pride came from: "That's...that's pretty impressive."
"Here's some food." Ryan pulled a chocolate frog from a pile of gifts by the bed and tossed it to Harry. "How have you been?"
Harry took the chocolate frog, precisely unwrapped it, and popped it into his mouth: "Everything seems normal. Oh, right, there's something I need to mention."
Anxiety flickered across his face, but he remained silent, instead frequently glancing at Penelope.
Penelope understood; she knew that Harry had been going to the headmaster's office frequently for a while, often with Ryan Dumbledore, and now Harry might be about to bring up a topic they often discussed together.
"You two chat, I'll head back first."
Ryan could see the word "Voldemort" written all over Harry's face, because only something involving Voldemort could make Harry so cautious and unwilling to have any other unrelated people present.
Moreover, if Harry were to use Voldemort's power more deeply, he would only express it with a happy and excited tone and expression, instead of being so conflicted and uneasy.
Therefore, his decision not to persuade Penelope to stay was not out of a desire to keep the secret, but rather to protect the personal safety of those not involved in the matter.
Although Penelope and her colleagues used the compound decoction as an adjunct that day, they didn't fully get involved in the matter. Knowing too much might not be a good thing.
Especially since what Harry is saying might not be good news, letting Penelope know about it will only add to her worries.
After Penelope left, Ryan immediately said, "Did you hear any unusual noises from Voldemort?"
Is he whispering something in your ear, or saying something in your mind?
"How did you know!" Harry was extremely surprised. He didn't understand why Ryan knew so much about what had happened to him.
"What exactly did Voldemort say?"
"Because I can borrow his power, I can hear him speak. But I've never heard Voldemort's voice before, until last night when he yelled."
Since Harry accepted Voldemort's power, according to Mr. Gale, he was partially connected to Voldemort, thus being able to see Voldemort's thoughts and state. Due to the various seals on his body, Voldemort was unable to react to the outside world.
So he didn't take it seriously.
However, last night Voldemort suddenly shouted, startling Harry awake from his dormitory. He gasped for breath, leaped three feet into the air, and then crashed to the ground.
This performance art, which took place in the middle of the night, was so strange that it terrified his roommate, Seamus, who hurriedly tried to take the "hysterical" Harry to the school infirmary.
Harry knew he couldn't tell too many people about his situation, so he repeatedly reassured his roommates that they were fine. Then, he spent the restless night until dawn.
"Last night I heard Voldemort's voice, it was very strong, and he said one word, 'you,' but I couldn't tell if his tone was a question or a statement."
Ryan tossed Harry another chocolate frog, and as Harry chewed on it, his unease subsided considerably.
"Did you only hear that one word?"
"Yes, it's like being separated," Harry said.
"This is probably because communication is two-way—you can hear him speaking, and he can hear you speaking."
Ryan said, "What you need to learn now is Occlumency. That's the magic Voldemort is most likely to use to prevent you from spying."
"Obestomy?"
"A magical technique that uses strong willpower and self-discipline to seal one's mind, preventing the intrusion of external consciousness and blocking others from reading one's memories. If a wizard achieves sufficient mastery in the art of mind sealing, they can even fabricate false memories to deceive others, and further still—"
Ryan imagined a group of big shots having a tea party in his head: "They can even imprint what they want to say directly into other people's minds."
"Voldemort was a master of Legilimency, and he may have blocked your ability to spy on him by using mind control and Legilimency. But he could use this connection to spy on you in return."