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Ron's voice was actually not loud, but at this moment Harry heard it burst in his ears like thunder, and his brain was slightly tranced.

He covered his ears in pain and buried his head deeply on his knees.

And Ron at the door obviously didn't realize all of this. As he walked towards Harry, he continued to complain:

"I regret being this prefect, really, it's not showing off. You don't know how busy we are! We have been decorating and decorating the castle all morning, and the **** Pipi always comes to trouble! I hang a ribbon, Pi The leather ghost grabbed the other end and strangled me to death!

There are also those students who are in the lower grades. They are so naughty. I dare say that we were absolutely not so presumptuous when we were in the first grade.

Oh oh! I also want to accompany Filch to patrol the corridors, because the guy with dung in his head thinks there may be more fights during the festival!

Damn it! Um... Harry, what's the matter with you? "

"I...I'm fine, I'm sick." Harry didn't hear what Ron was saying afterwards, curled up and waved his hands. "You go to eat first, I might need to go back to sleep."

"Do you want me to help you back to the dormitory?"

"No, no."

Ron looked at Harry worriedly and said after a long time:

"Then you should rest here for a while. I will finish lunch as quickly as possible and then bring some for you. By the way, I will go to the infirmary and ask Mrs. Pomfrey for some tranquilizers. This may help you. ."

Harry heard the words and said nothing, Ron sighed and left the Gryffindor common room.

As he walked, Harry could still hear him continuing to complain that Hermione was overly addicted to the D.A. Army, which allowed him to do too much prefect work alone.

Click—

The channel is closed.

The whole lounge was silent again.

Only the campfire in the fireplace was still making a nice crackling and burning sound.

Harry climbed down from the soft chair with difficulty, lying on the carpet, trying his best to aim his forehead at the fire to bake.

This is actually uncomfortable. Over time, it will cause burns to his forehead or even scorching of his hair.

But compared to the pain inside his brain, this external injury is a relief measure that can be used to divert attention.

that's all.

Under the baking of the flame, the heart-piercing pain was finally suppressed a little bit.

Harry gradually relaxed.

Then, the dream came again...

This is really a very strange and bizarre dream.

Harry dreamed that he had returned to the responsive room at the D.A. meeting again.

He was hanging some Christmas balloons in the shape of Dobby's head in him for a while-that was what Hermione had been talking about and wanted to explain to him.

After a while, I was practicing the disarming spell with others.

Everything is beautiful, because Qiu Zhang is the one who hangs up balloons with him and practices the spell together.

Qiu Zhang is always that beautiful.

In her dream, she seemed to be enveloped in a layer of shining light and dust, her soft smile, her long black hair that was lustrous and flowing like silk...

Qiu Zhang swiftly escaped his disarming curse again.

With long hair dancing during the action, a nice fragrance spreads over the surface.

Harry couldn't help taking a deep breath, but while intoxicated, a pair of powerful hands caught his neck.

It's Cedric.

He was yelling angrily at something.

The air was faintly mixed with the cry of a woman.

Listening to the sound, it seems to be Qiu Zhang.

Harry argued in a panic, but Cedric disappeared the next moment, replaced by Link.

Link looked at him so far, without any expression on his face, but his eyes were cold and contemptuous, as if he was accusing him of doing such a dirty thing.

Harry felt terribly uncomfortable.

He ran wildly, trying to catch up with Link to tell the other party that it was not like this.

However, no matter how he ran, the distance between them did not change in the slightest.

The dream has turned...

He became strong and tall, and walked slowly in a stone corridor.

The surrounding light is very dark, but he can see the light of the surrounding objects, some strange and bright colors... He is turning his head... At first glance, it is a wide square... Dozens of figures are constantly flashing and moving there. …There are constantly colorful lights flashing from the crowd…

Harry took a deep breath...he tasted the smell in the air...

Burnt smell, fishy smell, a few familiar but indistinguishable smells, and...the smell of death...

There was a desire in Harry's heart.

He is eager to step forward and participate in the battle... He is eager for blood...

Under the influence of this impulsive trend, he instinctively accelerated his pace.

The distance between the two sides is getting closer and closer...

But at a certain moment, Harry was stunned.

Because he was stunned to find that among the group of people who were fighting, there seemed to be a figure he was very familiar with...

That's... Sirius...

Harry fixed his eyes and distinguished again.

This time I finally saw it.

It's not just Sirius.

And Hagrid, Lupin, Moody...

call-

A breeze passed over Harry's head.

Harry wanted to lower his gaze, but before he could move, he raised his arm by himself.

A pale claw like a claw caught his eye.

Harry couldn't believe what he saw.

He can guarantee that it is definitely not his hand!

It's just that he has no time to think.

Because that hand was still holding a magic wand, and the tip of the wand was aimed at Sirius and others in the distance.

"Killing Curse!"

boom-

The ominous green light occupied all of Harry's sight.

Harry felt terrible pain in his forehead... as if it was about to explode...

"Harry! Harry!"

He opened his eyes, his body was soaked in cold sweat, the sheets were all wrapped around him, like tights. He felt like a pair of hot tongs stuck in his forehead.

"Harry!

Ron stood by his bed, yelling in concern, as if frightened.

There were still a few figures at the foot of the bed. Harry couldn't tell their identities. He hugged his head, his eyes turned black with pain, and finally rolled to the bed and threw up.

"Call Madam Pomfrey and Professor McGonagall!" Hermione's anxious voice also rang, "God! He is so sick! Harry! Harry! Hold on!"

Harry's vision was still dim and painful, but what happened in the dream was so important!

He got up from the bed, gasping for breath, and ordered himself not to vomit.

"Sirius, Sirius..." Harry panted, "They, they have an accident!"

"what?"

Ron obviously didn't understand, he blinked and said in confusion.

Harry continued:

"They are under siege and the situation is critical!"

"Hey! Harry," Hermione also leaned over, softly comforting, "You...you are just dreaming..."

"No!" Harry said violently. "It's not a dream...not a normal dream...I was there, I saw...Voldemort did it...he used the killing curse...the kind he used to kill my parents Curse..."

Harry wanted to continue speaking, but at this time there were rapid footsteps outside.

After a while, a glass test tube was brought to his mouth.

Harry's throat was as uncomfortable as it had been burned by fire, and he instinctively turned his head away, but the man squeezed his nose abruptly and poured the potion in the test tube.

A strange coolness accompanied the strange smell of medicine rippling through Harry's cavity.

Then it melted into the blood along his esophagus and spread throughout his body.

The sudden coolness extinguished the pain, made Harry's vision clearer, and made Harry groan comfortably.

It was only then that he was stunned to realize that his position had changed from the carpet in the Gryffindor common room to a bed in the infirmary.

Madam Pomfrey was breaking his eyelids with a serious face, still holding an empty test tube in her hand.

Behind her is Professor McGonagall in a tartan dressing gown.

"It should be fine, but the body is relatively weak, and for the time being I can only eat something light and easy to digest."

Madam Pomfrey let go of his eyelids and said.

As soon as they finished speaking, Ron and Hermione leaped forward and hugged Harry.

Ron choked and said:

"Harry! You have slept for 3 days! Worried about us!"

Harry was surprised when he heard the words, looked at the bright sunshine outside the window, and immediately began to slap Ron and Hermione.

He has not forgotten that important thing in his dream.

But he was too weak, and Hermione and Ron hugged too hard...

Fortunately, Professor McGonagall came up to help.

She grabbed Ron by the ear and lifted him up, then pulled Hermione away, and said to Harry with a serious face:

"Potter, how are you feeling now?"

"Professor McGonagall, Sirius... I saw..." Harry reached out weakly and grabbed Professor McGonagall's clothes. "They were besieged by Death Eaters. Voldemort also used a death curse. Someone died!"

The rest of the people at the end of the bed exclaimed as soon as this statement came out.

Professor McGonagall glared at them, twisted his brows and asked:

"What did you see?"

"I don't know... I was sleeping, and then I got there..."

"You mean you dreamed about it?"

"Yes! And not!" Harry said irritably, "I mean, that was indeed what I dreamed of, but I can guarantee that it is true, and that feeling is really too real!"

Professor McGonagall looked at him through slanted glasses, as if seeing something terrifying, but Harry always felt that the other person was staring at the scar on his forehead.

"I didn't lie, nor did I go crazy!" Harry shouted, "Tell you, I saw it with my own eyes!"

"I believe in you, Potter," Professor McGonagall said flatly, "put on your clothes-let's see the principal."

Professor McGonagall acted vigorously and resolutely, asking Madam Pomfrey to pour Harry some recovery potions, and then he shook Neville, Dean and Seamus who stood by silently, letting Hermione and Ron support her. Holding Harry, he walked straight out of the ward.

A few minutes later, they stood at the entrance of Dumbledore's office.

"Zizi bee candy!"

Professor McGonagall said blankly.

The monster stone statue guarding the entrance came alive and jumped aside, and the wall behind it split in half, revealing a rising stone ladder.

Several people climbed the stairs with difficulty, and after passing through a shiny oak door, Dumbledore finally appeared in front of them.

Dumbledore was so quietly on the high chair behind his desk, wisps of bright and dazzling sunlight fell from the floor-to-ceiling windows behind him, illuminating the documents in front of him.

He was wearing the familiar purple-bottomed gold robe, and his long white beard was tied into a tuft with a gold cord. He looked very energetic, and his sharp blue eyes were staring at Professor McGonagall.

"Professor Dumbledore, Potter is awake, but he said he..." Professor McGonagall organized the language for a while. "He seemed to have had a long, predictive dream just now."

Dumbledore's gaze fell on Harry again.

This puts Harry under great pressure.

He clenched his fists so that his hands would stop trembling, and then he stammered and repeated everything he had seen in the dream.

After he finished speaking, these words seemed to echo in the air, a little absurd, even ridiculous.

He could hear the previous principals on the surrounding walls watching him whispering and laughing at him.

Even the Phoenix Fox, who was cleaning feathers on the shelf, stopped and stared at him.

All this made him extremely annoyed.

He stared at Dumbledore as if revenge, but Professor McGonagall's reprimand quickly made him lower his head unwillingly.

After a long time, Dumbledore sighed long and said to Harry:

"How did you see it?"

"Um... I don't know," Harry raised his head and said angrily. "In my head..."

"You misunderstood," Dumbledore said, "I mean, do you remember what perspective you saw all this from? Are you standing next to Black and the others, or are you looking down at the scene from above? "

Hearing that Harry's body trembled.

He stared at Dumbledore blankly, and finally gritted his teeth and said:

"I'm the one who used the death spell on Sirius and the others. I saw it from that person's first point of view. Although I didn't see that person's face clearly, I knew that that person was Voldemort!"

There was silence in the office.

All the portraits on the wall were silent, and Ron and Hermione were even paler by the remarks.

Harry looked at Dumbledore with a tangled look. UU reading www.uukanshu.com

He was very annoyed that everyone did not believe him, but at the same time he hoped that Dumbledore could tell him that all this was just a dream, because this would at least prove that Sirius and the others did not suffer misfortune.

After a long wait, Dumbledore said in a bit of pain:

"I'm sorry, Harry. Although I don't know why you had such a dream, it is all true. Just yesterday, Moody and others were ambushed by Death Eaters and Voldemort in action..."

"Then..." Harry interrupted, "Sirius and Lupin, are they okay?"

Dumbledore fell silent again.

He just looked at Harry quietly, the pain on his face getting stronger and stronger.

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