Harry woke up in a hospital bed at the school, and the Gryffindor House Quidditch team members were splashed with mud from head to toe, surrounding his bed. Ron and Hermione were there, as if they had just climbed out of the swamp.

"Harry!" said Fred, who looked particularly white under the mud. "What do you think?"

Harry's memory seemed to rush back quickly—

That lightning, that golden snitch. That Dementor... and the figure in the last line of sight galloping over from the audience—

"What about... Tiera?" Harry asked struggling, "Where's Tiera?"

Ron, Hermione, and the other Quidditch teammates looked at each other, and silently let out a gap—

Harry saw that Tiera was lying on the hospital bed beside him.

"Tiera!?" Harry sat up and jumped everyone else, "Tiera what's wrong with him!"

"Don't get excited! Don't get excited, Harry!" George and Fred pressed Harry back again.

"Tiera is just... just exhausted..." Hermione said sadly.

"Tiera... How could Tierra..." Harry asked again.

"When you were attacked by the dementors, he was the first to charge down." Ron said, "He protected you under him, so... so the dementors attacked Tiera first, and then..."

"And fortunately, Headmaster Dumbledore arrived in time." Hermione said in a trembling voice. "Headmaster Dumbledore was really angry. I've never seen him so angry. Dumbledore was so angry when the Dementors attacked you. Almost flew over the field and then he waved his wand at the Dementors and shot silvery things at them and drove them away! He was so mad about it, we heard him…”

"He asked us to take you to the school hospital first..." George and Fred said, "then we heard Headmaster Dumbledore... and Minister Fudge really noisy."

"They were very loud..." Hermione said, "Even if we were standing at the door of the principal's room, we could hear it."

"Yes." George Weasley said, "At least a hundred people surrounded the corridor on the eighth floor."

"Not even the Aurors that Minister Fudge brought in," said Fred Weasley. "Dumbledore is so cool."

"And in the end..." Harry asked, "How did it end?"

"Fudge also refused to give in. Fudge and Professor Dumbledore quarreled," Hermione said. "In the end, both sides took a step back, and Fudge reduced the number of Dementors to thirty."

Harry looked sideways at Tiera, who was sleeping, his heart aching—

"Don't worry, Harry." Hermione followed Harry's gaze and forgot about it, her eyes full of heartache, "Tiera will be all right, Madam Pomfrey said that Tiera was just exhausted, he was sleeping. You can recover after a sleep, and Professor Dumbledore said he'll come to see you when he's done with the Ministry of Magic."

"Um..." Harry said silently.

"By the way, the game," said Harry. "What happened to the game?"

The surroundings fell into silence, and no one spoke.

"Digory caught the Snitch," George said. "Just after you fell. He didn't understand what happened. When he looked back and saw you fell, he planned to interrupt the game. Wanted a rematch. But they won fairly, and they won with integrity, and even Wood admits that."

"Where's Wood?" Harry said, suddenly realizing that Wood wasn't there.

"It's still raining," Fred said. "We think he's going to drown himself."

"Okay, Harry, you used to catch the Snitch all the time."

"There's always a miss," said George.

"The game isn't over," Fred said. "We lost a point, right? So, if Hufflepuff loses to Ravenclaw, we beat Ravenclaw and Slytherin. ."

"Hufflepuff at least loses two percent," said George. "But if they beat Ravenclaw..."

"No way, Ravenclaw is great. But if Slytherin loses to Hufflepuff..."

"It all depends on the points. No matter who wins or loses, it's all about 100%."

About ten minutes later, Madam Pomfrey came over and told the team to let Harry rest, and George, Fred, and Hermione and Ron had to leave.

"We... we'll see you tomorrow." Hermione said, glanced at Tiera before leaving, and sighed.

The whole school hospital seemed to be quiet.

Harry lay on his side bored and slowly fell asleep again.

At the same time, the land of dreams.

Peter Pettigrew passed through the cave of flames after receiving the blessings of Nash and Kara-za.

Behind the Flaming Cave is a row of stone stairs that extend to the darkness below.

Tiera controlled Peter Pettigrew down seven hundred steps and came to a huge door—

It was a giant door that seemed to be carved from cast iron.

On the door are carved flocks of strange giant birds flying and a huge and dim figure hidden behind the giant bird——

"The door to deep sleep..." Tiera murmured, reaching out to open the door, but at this time—

The dim figure carved on the door suddenly opened his eyes——

She was so frightened that Tiera immediately withdrew her hand~lightnovelpub.net~ by the way, she stepped back more than ten meters.

A pair of light blue eyes like jewels appeared above the black giant door.

The statue above the door became alive, strange giant birds flew around the figure, and the tall and thin figure was enlarged little by little on the door, as if it was walking towards him step by step.

"Salute to the great gatekeeper." Tiera stepped back a few meters, stood still, and bowed deeply—

Dreamland is a subconscious world sheltered by Nyatoratipu——

In other words, anything Tiera encounters here may be the incarnation of Naia.

So how can Tiera be polite?

If Peter Pettigrew hadn't been too fat, Tiera would have wanted to kneel just now.

"Hehehe—" The figure on the giant gate bent down, looking at Tiera with jewel-like eyes.

Hong Zhong's laughter came from the whole space.

Tiera continued to bend her waist and lowered her head, looking directly at her toes, and then said:

"Great Gatekeeper, Patronus of the Deep of Dreams, Undying Shadow, Peter Pettigrew salutes you," said Tiera, "Pious travelers and humble seekers who ask to enter into the door of deep sleep, and ask to pass through the mysteries. Enchanted Forest, request to enter the fantastical dreamland sheltered by the great Chaos."

"Haha." The huge figure on the door smiled sarcastically and said, "I'm still thinking about when you will come."

Before Tiera could figure out what those words meant—

"Squeak——" The giant door slowly opened backwards.

"Come in, little lying mouse," said the giant shadow on the door.