After the Easter break, there were more and more breezy days, and the weather was getting clearer and warmer every day, but Harry, along with the rest of the fifth, sixth and seventh graders, were stuck inside, reviewing , Weary in and out of the library.

At the same time, some disturbing visions and strange dreams came to his mind again—

These hallucinations came and went quickly, perhaps because his own Occlumency had really started, or maybe because of other life reasons, Harry was not affected too much, even—

Even Harry sometimes wished for a little more of this illusion.

Unlike last term, the visions that had invaded Harry's mind this time were of picturesque sights as scenic as tourist attractions.

In a dream during Christmas time, Harry dreamed of a monastery standing on a permafrost plain.

It was a monastery that obviously did not belong to humans. The stone gates and stone walls of the monastery were extremely tall, at least twice, or even three times the size of normal buildings, revealing a unique blue-gray color soaked in cold and frost all year round.

The main entrance of the monastery is only left with an empty door opening without any shelter. The raging wind and snow blows into the monastery from time to time through the door opening. Less desolate, yet mysterious.

— and then Harry woke up, without a chance to see anything more.

Of course, Harry once asked Tierra about these things in the dream, but Tierra didn't give Harry any positive answer, just pulled out Harry's memories without saying a word, and stored them in the in a vial, and said:

"These things are still too early for you now. When you go to the University of Magic and graduate in magic, I will tell you in class, and even take you there."

"But now..." Tierra put away the memory that contained the small glass bottle, "You should pay more attention to the things in front of you."

The matter in front of him Tierra was referring to Occlumency.

Harry, who didn't get an accurate answer, didn't care too much. After all, compared to the unknown place that appeared in the dream, Harry still cared more about the fragment of Voldemort's soul on his body.

It's just that after Harry dreamed these strange dreams again, he didn't tell Tiera any more, but wrote them down silently.

Harry always had a feeling that these occasional dreams might have something to do with what Voldemort was doing~lightnovelpub.net~ and he wanted to find out the truth himself.

Of course, it's not like Hermione didn't give them time to rest after the heavy review—

Every week, they would choose a few afternoons to go to Hagrid's hut by the edge of the Forbidden Forest, drink tea with Hagrid, and then enjoy the rock cake that was as hard as a rock.

"Alas..." Like the previous visits, Hagrid began to sigh after presenting delicious black tea and hot rock cakes to Harry, Ron and Hermione.

"Hagrid, is Aragog still not well?" Hermione asked understandingly.

They all knew that Hagrid had a pet spider called Aragog that was kept deep in the Forbidden Forest, and they also knew that the pet spider's physical condition was not very good, and it seemed that it was not too far away from death.

"Woo..." Hagrid answered Hermione's question with his sobs.

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