"what!"

Harry was shivered by the cold wind and woke up in an instant.

He found himself in an endless snow field, and the wind was whistling "woohoo" above the snowfield.

The grit and ice crystals mixed in the gale slapped Harry's face, causing him to feel a wave of pain.

wait, pain?

Harry responded sluggishly.

Why do I feel pain?

It wasn't that Harry had never had such lucid dreams before.

He used to have such lucid dreams last term when he was often harassed by Voldemort.

At that time Harry was sometimes Nagini the Serpent, and sometimes Voldemort himself.

When Harry was Nagini the Serpent or Voldemort, he could feel excitement, he could feel happiness, he could feel anger, and he could feel the taste of blood in his mouth, but he never felt cold, never felt such real pain.

Harry shivered, preparing to take a few steps in the frozen snow.

But as soon as Harry took a step, he froze unbearably.

He was now wearing the same outfit he had gone to bed with, bare feet and thin pajamas.

With just one simple step, Harry felt his feet freezing and stiff, and he also felt that he was rapidly starting to lose temperature.

The consciousness that had just woken up began to gradually become blurred, the muscles on his face began to twitch uncontrollably, and his whole body became prickly, as if there were countless hot needles poking under his skin, let Ha Li couldn't help but want to take off his clothes.

"Ha...ha...leigh...ha...leigh...ha...leigh... "

Harry felt as if he heard a cry, as if someone was anxiously calling his name. It should be a very urgent cry, but it seemed to be slowed down and elongated when he heard it in Harry's ears.

"Ha...ha...leigh...ha...leigh...ha...leigh... Ha...Lee..."

The anxious shout came again, accompanied by a slight shoving feeling that seemed to have also been slowed down.

But Harry couldn't care less about the weird shoving and shouting now.

He is now so cold that he is gradually losing consciousness, and soon he will feel nothing and hear nothing, but at this critical moment—

Harry seemed to see Tiera appear in front of him.

Then Tiera raised the bony hand, which was burning with golden red flames, and stabbed Harry hard in the brow.

Harry felt his body suddenly stop, as if he could feel his limbs again, his legs twitched, and he felt as if he had fallen into a bottomless cliff, falling sharply.

"what!"

Harry woke up screaming from his bed, waving his limbs wildly, messing up the quilt over him like a panicked drowning man struggling.

Finally, Harry seemed to have found the exit of the quilt, and hurriedly sat up from the bed against the feeling of palpitations, panting heavily.

After Harry's heartbeat gradually subsided, he hurriedly touched his glasses and put them on the bridge of his nose.

Harry found his bedside crowded right now.

Neville, Ron, Seamus, all stood by his bed and looked at themselves worriedly.

Sitting on the edge of his bed was Tiera, who he had not seen in the dormitory for a long time.

Tiera was withdrawing the bone hand, and then swung it out, smashing the golden red flames burning on his fingertips, as if tossing a match.

"Harry, you just scared us to death!" Ron said worriedly.

"As soon as I came in, I found you shaking while wrapped in a quilt." Ron said with lingering fears, "I thought you had a cold, so I touched your forehead, but I didn't expect you to be cold all over!"

"I tried to wake you up, but you couldn't wake up no matter how you shook it. I was afraid that something would happen to you, so I let Seamus and Neville continue to try to wake you up, and then I ran to get Tiera to come over." Ron said , "Thank goodness you finally woke up. You don't even know how terrible your face was just now, purple and blue. If you weren't still panting and shaking, I would have thought you were dead."

"Ti, Tiera!" Harry didn't care to thank Ron, and called Tiera anxiously, "I just had a very weird dream, I dreamed of an endless white snow field, and there were still hangings on the snow field. In the cold wind of freezing people... No, I, I was the first, I passed through a huge and deep cave. The stone walls in the cave were inlaid with various luminous stones and strange shapes. stalactites, and after I got out of the cave, I appeared on a snow field...and...then I suddenly felt very cold, and I found that I was really on a snow field. …”

"Then I felt very cold, and the snow field was very real... I took a step forward as if I really stepped on the snow, and I could even hear the creaking of the snow, and the wind handle. The ice crystals hit the pain in my face...then I felt like I was frozen...then...then I heard someone calling me... .then I also felt like someone was shaking me...and then I saw you appear and you reached out and poked me...and then I seemed to fall... ..."

Harry chattered endlessly, as if pouring beans, describing his dream just now, for fear that he would forget.

After speaking in one breath, Harry coughed violently.

It was only at this time that Harry suddenly realized that his throat was so dry, and his face was a little sore. He touched it, as if he felt a few shallow scratches.

At the same time, he had a burning itching sensation all over his body, especially his feet.

"I just...Did I just...Did I teleport to a snowfield?" Harry asked, ignoring the strangeness on his body.

"Don't be silly, Harry, you've been here all the time," said Ron. "Seamus and Neville can both testify that you were still asleep in bed when they came back, and they didn't turn on the lights for fear of disturbing you."

"But—" Harry seemed to want to argue, and he wanted to say how real the feeling he just felt was, and how uncomfortable he was now.

"It was a dream, and it was real." But Tiera interrupted Harry's attempt to explain.

Then Tiera stood up from the edge of Harry's bed and directly lifted Harry's quilt.

"Ah!" Harry exclaimed.

"How is this going?"

"Where did the red spots on your body come from, Harry?"

Ron, Seamus and Neville were also taken aback.

Harry's body was terrible, Harry's exposed skin was pale and red and swollen, and the fingers of his hands were swollen like radish heads.

The originally fair and fair feet had dark brown and red and swollen frostbite.

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