Harry was soaked in sweat, his hair plastered to his forehead and the back of his neck, making him look utterly disheveled;
He looked as if he had just lived through a nightmare, his face pale, his breathing rapid, his lips trembling slightly when he spoke.
"Voldemort's back... Voldemort's back, he's back..." he gasped for breath, beads of sweat the size of beans sliding down his forehead.
"Voldemort has returned?" Headmaster Dumbledore helped Harry sit up and asked in a gentle, calm voice, "Harry, how do you know Voldemort has returned?"
Affected by Dumbledore's tone, Harry's breathing steadied. He wiped the sweat from his forehead, swallowed, and said, "I saw it..."
His eyes were a little vacant; he had clearly sunk into the memory. "Just now, after I said goodbye to Vizet and was about to go back to the Common Room, my head felt like it exploded..."
"That scar has never hurt like it did just now... It felt like my head was going to split open... That definitely wasn't a dream! It was too real! It absolutely happened!"
Dumbledore walked to the desk, crooked his finger, and rapped on it to summon a tea set. He poured Harry a cup of tea. "Harry, have some water first..."
"Thanks..." Harry took the teacup and drained the tea in one gulp.
There were quite a few silver instruments on the table beside them. Dumbledore picked up one of them, set it diagonally opposite Harry, then took out his wand and gently tapped the silver instrument.
The silver instrument gave off a crisp series of tinkling sounds. Pale green smoke rose from its top, gathering and curling until it solidified, turning into a hideous snake's head.
"So that's how it is..." Dumbledore nodded slightly. "There's no problem..."
As his words fell,