It was darkness, a glimmer of darkness. ()

Except for the faintly **** mist, nothing seemed to be seen. This feeling is like being in a glorious state, but closed his eyes tightly, and there is only the dim redness caused by the light penetrating the eyelids in the field of vision.

Harry didn't know where he was, and he couldn't tell whether everything he saw was a dream, a reality, a reality, or an illusion.

He seemed to open his eyelids to see where he was. But those eyelids were as heavy as lead-filled, sluggish and weak.

"Where is this ... warm or cold? Day or night?"

He didn't know. Nothing was known. He just felt like he was covered by a majestic force all over him, and some kind of pain in his heart was constantly transpiring throughout his body, as if he was suffering from the scorching fire in hell.

It was an irresistible pain, so that he could only sustain it in a huddled body silently, hoping that this endless torture would usher in its final period at some point.

In endless suffering, time is like a meaningless concept. I don't know how long it has passed, maybe seconds, minutes, hours ... or years? In short, at a certain moment, he seemed to hear a slight footstep from far to near, step by step, calm, relaxed, unhurried, and lightly held in front of himself.

"Who? Who is there? Help me ..."

Harry shouted silently in his heart, but he couldn't even move the corner of his mouth, how could he try to communicate with others? However, he could feel it to some extent. The other party seemed to be squatting down in front of him, and a substantive gaze was staring at himself.

"Who is that? Who is it?" He endured pain and anxiety, secretly in his heart, "No, you are all good, just help me ... save me ..."

"I don't think you need someone else to save ..." Just as Harry was almost giving up his shout, the other party responded as if he finally heard his voice. Your own, sometimes only yourself. "

The voice echoed in Harry's ears, sometimes extremely far and sometimes very close, and in a erratic manner, he felt a subtle familiarity.

"Why, what do you mean? Who the **** are you? You ..."

"Who am I, is it important to you?" The other person interrupted him gently, his tone was calm and calm, "I am a passer-by to you, I have more important things, etc. Follow me and you ... boy, of course you are the same ... "

While the other party was speaking these irrelevant words, he slowly stood up straight again, as if it was going to take a step forward. Harry had a hunch that if he missed him at this moment, I'm afraid he would never see him again in the future.

"Wait!" He shouted in his heart, "tell me, what should I do? How can I leave this place?"

The man seemed to pause for a moment as Harry shouted hard. He didn't know if the other party looked back for a moment, and he didn't know if the other party would say anything more.

After a while, the voice sounded again while Harry waited silently.

"... Life is like an exam, the answer is always in the book, isn't it?"

The other party only left such a sentence, and even if he continued to take his next step, he went forward step by step without hesitation, and gradually walked away from him.

"Exam? What? I--"

Harry yelled, but after a few screams, he suddenly realized that he had sat up. As for the last word just now, it really came out of his mouth.

Shocked, he opened his eyes suddenly.

A dim curtain, a dim room, and a fluffy mattress sitting under the buttocks-isn't this your own bedroom? Right across from his bed, Ron was pulling his face out of the pillow stupidly, looking at it dullly, and there was even a spit of saliva on the corner of his mouth.

"Harry ..." Ron muttered indistinctly. "I asked you to pass the answer just now, but why don't you ignore me? Well ... if our seat is close enough next time, remember to be sure Show me the answer ... "

"Oh, I see. I'll give it to you--"

Harry pulled the collar of his nightgown, and found that he was soaked in water all over, and every inch of his skin was sticky cold sweat. After hearing Ron's sleepy and awake nightmare, he didn't even bother to care more about it, just perfunctory.

"Well, thank you ... then I have advanced the examination room."

Ron said this with his eyes half-opened, and then retracted into the quilt, and pursed his mouth to sleep. It seems that he still intends to go back to his dream and take his O.W.Ls simulation test!

Harry didn't care about Ron anymore, he just reached out and covered his forehead, and froze stupidly.

The lightning-like scar that had been with him since he was young, was still faint at the moment. The unspeakable sting was similar to the pain in the dream just now, and it now seemed to remind him at all times that it was not an ordinary nightmare without a reason before.

"... Is this related to Voldemort again?"

Harry stroked the scar on his forehead, and the touch from his fingertips was as greasy and disgusting as he had felt in childhood, without any change.

After thinking for a moment aimlessly, he reapplied the occlusion of the brain to isolate his consciousness again. He was relieved until the tingling sensation faded away with isolation.

At least, the magic that Maca gave herself was useful in addition to her palpitations.

After much concentration, Harry dropped his hand covering his scar and frowned, remembering the conversation that Professor Dumbledore had discussed with him about such nightmares in the past. Although time had passed, he could still remember that Dumbledore had told him that everything in his dream was likely to be true.

Perhaps, while he dreamed of those scenes, that scene was being staged somewhere in the world. The protagonist of that incident is most likely Voldemort himself.

Now Voldemort has been defeated by Maca-at that time the corpses of Hogwarts's vestibule were printed in the newspaper, which obviously would not be false.

According to Marca's speculation in St. Mungo's ward after that, Voldemort did not really die. This point seems to confirm with the nightmare that he just had.

But so, where is Voldemort now?

Of course, there was the unknown person who later claimed to be a "passerby" who left again after saying something unintelligible to himself ... or to Voldemort. Who is that person? Is it an enemy or a friend? He really has no clue whatsoever.

After a long period of wild speculation, Harry took a deep breath, then pulled the veil from the bed and touched his glasses on the nightstand.

It wasn't until dawn now, but he really didn't have the heart to go to sleep again. After changing his clothes casually, Harry walked out of the bedroom gently and sat down by the window in the common lounge outside.

The temperature was still a little low before dawn, but he didn't want to light the fireplace at all. The cooler air can make his brain more awake, and even if you think about it, you won't get a reliable answer, but that is better than nothing.

As the moon sets and sunrise, and the darkness at night is scattered away a little by the rising sun in the east, Harry sits there all the time, quietly waiting for the beginning of another day.

"Harry?"

Unsurprisingly, Hermione was the first one to get up after him.

"Good morning, Hermione." Harry turned back, whispering softly, "I remember you said that your parents are dentists? Do doctors pay attention to developing good habits?"

"What are you talking about?" Hermione looked at him with a hesitant look, and then asked after a while, "Since I woke up so early, why not take time to review it more? You know, your history of magic is Still lingering on the passing line! "

"Oh, forgive me now ..." Harry shook his head with a grin and smiled, but found that Hermione's full-bodied words made him feel more at ease, "Well, actually ... I want something I should discuss it with you. "

Hermione carried her schoolbag to the chair in front of him and sat down ~ lightnovelpub.net ~ and waved indifferently.

"If it's to reduce the amount of review, I don't have to discuss it!" She said, "I'm good for you! If you don't want to fail in the OWLs exam, just do it according to my arrangements- "

"No, not this ..." Harry covered his face and said helplessly, "Can you set aside the exam first? I really have a very important thing ... Remember? I have done it before A few nightmares ... about Voldemort! "

"What?" Hermione heard and stopped suddenly as she was taking out the book. "Are you having a nightmare again? What about your occlusion? What do you see in your dreams?"

Theoretically, Harry's ability to peek at Voldemort in a dream can greatly help find Voldemort's place. But for Harry himself, there is likely to be some unknown harm. As Harry's good friend, Hermione would rather have Harry shut his consciousness in order to block his connection with Voldemort.

But now that he had that kind of dream again, in addition to worrying, Hermione naturally subconsciously thought of using it to find out.