In fact, since the start of school, except for the day when the Hogwarts Express and Diagon Alley were attacked, Harry has been repeating that dream every day.

Although the specific content of the dream is actually very simple, it is just a voice that keeps repeating 'I love you'.

But Harry didn't feel bored at all.

On the contrary, as Ron said earlier, 'sleep is a process of self-healing', Harry felt that the dream he had was a kind of repair to the spiritual damage he had caused by losing his parents since childhood.

It can even be said that it is optimized and improved.

Because through this highly immersive dream, Harry can clearly feel that his talents and talents in all aspects are steadily rising, and there is a strong positive energy constantly instilling in his heart, which makes him feel My mind is now confident and strong.

Harry quite agreed with Hermione's words.

Perhaps this may really be a disease, but it should also be a good disease.

Because the beautiful feeling brought by this 'illness' is something that Harry has never felt in the past ten years.

In the past, everyone also paid attention to him, and even wherever he went, he would attract onlookers.

But that was only brought about by his 'savior' status.

And now, even a proud person like Hermione admits his game sincerely.

Slughorn regarded him as the central figure in every subsequent Slug Club meeting, and every time he saw him, he couldn't stop laughing.

Hermione said earlier that Slughorn recommended him to visit the National Potions Society.

But in fact it was not a mere visit.

What Professor Slughorn said to him in private was that the president and vice president of the Potions Association were very interested in his talents after his recommendation.

If this visit goes well, he can directly become a member of the National Potions Association!

This is undoubtedly a great honor.

After all, apart from bug-level characters like Link, even Professor Snape was able to join the Potions Association after many years of graduation.

And all of this was achieved by his own efforts.

Taking a deep breath, Harry tapped Ron's shoulder in comfort.

He didn't think Ron was jealous. He and Ron were old friends for many years. Harry thought he knew what Ron thought. In his opinion, Ron was more concerned about him. And the discomfort caused by the sudden widening of the gap between the two, at least not malicious.

After organizing the language, Harry was ready to continue his usual job - reconciling the conflicts between Ron and Hermione so that they could reconcile.

However, just as he was about to speak, the originally noisy auditorium suddenly became quiet.

Even Hermione and Ron all sat down at this moment, pretending to be nothing.

This strange change made Harry realize something.

As if he felt something in his heart, he subconsciously turned his head to look at the hall.

Sure enough, Snape was striding into the auditorium.

The large black cloak swirled behind it, making it look like a giant bat.

Snape's arrival increased the air pressure in the entire auditorium by several points. The little wizards around him all lowered their heads and blushed.

The only exception at the scene was probably Harry.

When their eyes collided, instead of showing the slightest fear, Harry nodded at Snape with a kind smile.

Snape's footsteps stopped, and there seemed to be a slight surprise on his face.

However, after a brief pause, he was extremely rare and nodded to Harry.

After a few minutes, Snape left the auditorium.

Judging from the direction, he probably just passed the auditorium because he wanted to go to the Defence Against the Dark Arts classroom.

In the auditorium, the original lively scene was restored in an instant.

A small number of students who were scared to the point of shrinking under the long table just now even started to make fun of Snape's cloak.

And Ron grabbed Harry's arm and lowered his voice a little excitedly and said:

"Hermione, did you just see it? Harry, he's smiling at Snape?! Now you dare to say that Harry is normal? If he was normal, how could he do such a thing? He usually hates Snape the most. Snape? He heard that Snape became a professor of Defence Against the Dark Arts when school started this year, and he wished that Snape would be cursed to death this year!"

Hermione didn't speak, just looked at Harry with a weird look on her face.

She also saw the scene just now very clearly, and at this moment she had to admit that Harry's behavior was indeed very strange.

After hesitating for a while, she still gritted her teeth and said:

"Harry, why don't you go to the infirmary? I'm starting to wonder if you've been imprisoned."

"Tsk—"

Harry patted away Hermione's hand that was reaching out to touch his forehead and said:

"What nonsense are you talking about? I just politely smiled at Professor Snape!"

"That's where we get confused," Ron shook his head. "Usually it's nice to see Snape not spit at him, and laugh at him? Besides, you just called him Professor Snape. ? You even used an honorific title for him? This is even more strange!"

Hermione nodded in agreement.

Harry was about to go crazy, and helplessly explained:

"My views and attitudes towards Snape have definitely changed, but that's because I learned from Professor Slughorn not long ago that Snape was not really related to my parents. Especially my dad, he At that time... I did something very outrageous to Snape at the time. Ron, it's all true, you can ask Hermione if you don't believe me!"

Ron looked at Hermione suspiciously.

Hermione nodded and said:

"So you're trying to make amends for Snape? That's stupid, Harry, I don't think you or your parents owe Snape anything? Snape is totally self-inflicted in my opinion! Your parents are your parents, you are you, Snape shouldn't put his hatred on your parents on you, and of course you don't have to compensate Snape for what your parents did!"

Harry didn't speak, just lowered his head silently.

It was obviously impossible to accept Hermione's suggestion.

"Harry!"

Hermione, furious, raised her voice and called Harry's name again.

However, Harry waved his hand and said:

"Uh... I think we should go to class. If we don't go, we might be late."

Having said that, Harry hurriedly ran out of the auditorium, Hermione and Ron looked at each other anxiously, but in the end they could only catch up.

Ron originally wanted to catch Harry before continuing to persuade him.

But when he got to the door of the classroom, he suddenly realized that they were going to take Snape's Defence Against the Dark Arts class!

Looking at Snape's pale, rigid face on the podium, Ron chose to shut up very carefully.

Hermione was still a little unconvinced, looking at Harry and Snape with a sneer on her chest with her arms crossed.

She was confident enough to persuade Harry to let go of his apology to Snape.

It's easy.

Because from Hermione's experience, Snape really hated Harry.

In this class, Snape's habitual targeting is bound to happen.

And by then, Hermione would have good reason to convince Harry.

After all, Harry is obviously not the kind of person who likes a hot face and a cold ass.

However, the accident did happen.

In the entire class that followed, although Snape still didn't like seeing Harry very much, he didn't target Harry in any form either.

Even when Harry raised his hand, he agreed with Harry for the first time to answer the question, and added 1 point to him afterwards.

To be honest, there is no difference with or without this bonus.

But the students present were stunned.

This was the first time they saw Snape give a Gryffindor extra points, especially, this Gryffindor's name was Harry Potter.

It's really outrageous!

"Professor Snape is not bad if I say. I said hello to him in the auditorium just now, and he now picks me up to answer questions and gives me extra points. Using Quotes from Link Foley In the words of Li, this is probably a courtesy exchange, right?"

Harry, who was awarded points, said happily to Ron and Hermione.

Looking at his beautiful appearance, Ron couldn't help but say:

"What are you proud of? He just added 1 point to you. If I tell you, he just can't help it..."

Ron's voice stopped abruptly.

He only felt a gust of wind blowing, followed by a burning pain in his head.

"Five points will be deducted for disrupting the order of the class. Also, Ron Weasley, if you think my class is too boring, you can go out!"

As Snape spoke, he used his magic power to retrieve the textbook he just threw out.

During this period, his eyes were still on Harry for a while, but he didn't even give Harry a sneer as usual.

This discovery made Harry even happier. Although he had tried so hard to suppress it, his joy was still beyond words.

As for Ron, he was shaking with anger, but he couldn't say anything.

She can only hold her head and be depressed alone.

This state of affairs continued until Snape announced his dismissal from get out of class, and Ron only showed a slight smile.

But his smile soon froze again.

Because Snape had just packed up his things and was about to leave, Harry jumped out and blocked Snape at the door, chatting chatteringly.

This scene instantly attracted the attention of everyone in the classroom.

What's even more paradoxical is that although the conversation between the two of them was short, it was generally harmonious. In the end, Snape nodded at Harry, as if he had promised Harry something.

This made many people look like they had seen a ghost.

On the other hand, Harry still seemed to be okay, hugged his schoolbag happily, and left the classroom behind Snape.

Ron and Hermione are surprised when you look at me and I look at you.

In the end, Ron gritted his teeth and chased after him.

"Harry! What did you just say to Snape?"

Finally caught up with Harry, Ron asked impatiently.

"It's nothing, just asking him if he's going to the slug club party at Christmas. Professor Slughorn is said to be cooking for us himself." Harry still had a smile on his face, "I thought, this is a It's a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, and it would be a pity if he missed it."

"So...you just invited Snape to dinner?"

Hermione also caught up, panting.

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"I think we have to have a good talk."

"Yes, Harry, your problem is more serious than we thought."

Hermione and Ron sang in harmony, and after that, they directly set up Harry and walked towards the Gryffindor Tower.

In fact, with Harry's current physical fitness, it was an easy task to break free from the arms of the two.

But Harry still let Hermione and Ron act helplessly.

Because he also felt that it was time to have a good talk with Hermione and Ron.

The misunderstanding here has to be resolved, otherwise their relationship will be in trouble in the future.

However, when they returned to the Gryffindor common room again, they found that things had changed again.

I saw cheers and noises in the entire lounge.

Everyone, including the seventh graders who are currently preparing for the NEWT graduation exam, who are frowning all day, are also dancing.

The three of Harry even found a lot of butter beer on the coffee table in the common room.

This is something that will be celebrated only when it encounters the great deeds of winning the Academy Cup!

"Hey! Neville, what's going on here?"

Ron grabbed a girl who was dancing with a girl, and Neville asked, but Neville was excited to give Ron a hug, and then stuffed a copy of the Daily Prophet with a strong ink smell. In Harry's arms, he said:

"Don't you know? Link and Dumbledore have won! The Ministry of Magic and Hogwarts have also won!"

Neville made the matter unclear, and the three of them could only cast their doubtful eyes on the newspaper in Harry's hand.

I saw a magical photo of Link shaking hands with the French Minister of Magic clearly printed on it.

Below this photo is the title of this urgent report - "Another great victory after more than 400 years! The French Ministry of Magic admits that it is related to the previous terrorist attack and is willing to pay the corresponding compensation! ".

Just after reading the title, Ron couldn't help but want to cheer.

The following detailed report on the incident by the Daily Prophet made Ron tremble with excitement.

From the very beginning, he firmly believed that Link and Dumbledore would not fail, and that they would definitely be able to 'fight' the French magic tribe at the conference table.

But he, like most people, did not expect Link and Dumbledore to win so neatly and beautifully!

Less than four days after the mediation meeting held by the International Federation of Wizards, the French Ministry of Magic had completely failed. Not only did it publicly apologize, but it also compensated for a large sum of gold Galleons and resources!

Such a record is simply a miracle in the history of diplomacy!

If there is any regret, it is that the culprit of the last attack, Norton of Beauxbatons committed suicide.

But this can't be blamed on Link and Dumbledore.

In Norton's position, most people would choose to die.

After all, if it really falls into the hands of the Ministry of Magic of the country, he is afraid that life will be worse than death.

And to do so is actually enough.

At least in the next two hundred years, the wizards of the kingdom will no longer be short of milk magic materials.

"Ow!"

Ron finally couldn't help roaring out.

He tore off his robe with a tear, and while holding it in his hand and waving it as a flag, he shouted:

"We're victorious! Neville, come with me to the dormitory! I still have a box of firewhiskey that George and Fred left me in stock! We won't be drunk tonight!"

As soon as Ron's voice fell, the heat in the entire lounge increased even more.

But Hermione raised her eyebrows subconsciously when she heard the words.

This is a harbinger of her impending anger.

Usually, when Ron saw this scene, he should be ready to run away, or face a beating.

But this time, seeing Ron walking towards the dormitory under the cheers of the large crowd of Gryffindors, Hermione finally just shouted at the crowd:

"We still have classes in the afternoon, don't get drunk!"

Responding to Hermione was Ron's **** held high from the crowd.

This obviously inflated move made Hermione's eyebrows raised again.

On the other hand, Harry was still reading the Daily Prophet carefully.

Perhaps in order to demonstrate the greatness of this victory and the superb quality of this committee-based Ministry of Magic, the Daily Prophet paid special attention to this emergency report.

There are not only the content of Link and Dumbledore's participation in the negotiation meeting, but also the detailed reports of the previous large-scale riots in the French Ministry of Magic.

It's a pity that what most people want to pay attention to is only the news of the victory of Link and Dumbledore.

In comparison, the tragic situation in the French magic world is more like the condiment that people will only enjoy in the middle of the feast called "victory".

But Harry was clearly not among the majority.

His attention has been on reports about the French magic world from beginning to end.

Because, "The Daily Prophet" matched it with many bloody, tragic live photos!

Looking at the words and photos in the newspaper in front of him, Harry felt a wave of energy slowly spreading from the top of his head towards his whole body.

Harry is no stranger to this, and in the past fortnight, he has felt similar every time he studied.

That kind of energy seems to be the source of his spiritual power, allowing him to complete all learning tasks with incredible efficiency.

It wasn't that Harry didn't wonder if this energy had any side effects.

Or, simply something has invaded his brain.

But this energy brought him all the recent glory, and the feeling was so soft and warm, as if he was in that dream.

At the back, Harry even wondered if this thing was the ancient blood magic released by his mother on him.

Otherwise, there is no way to explain why he is so blessed.

And now, Harry felt he might have guessed wrong.

Because of the energy that struck this time, although it was still warm.

But different from the feeling of being soaked in warm water at the beginning, the warmth this time is like being in a tropical rain forest in the rainy season.

The hot and humid feeling gripped Harry's neck tightly, making him feel a painful chest tightness.

Then, the familiar voice that had appeared in Harry's dreams every day for more than half a month appeared again.

This time, what carried this voice was no longer the warm "I love you", but the painful and sharp wailing and screaming.

Amidst these screams, Harry felt that his soul was volatilizing and his consciousness was dissipating.

Indistinctly, he seemed to be in the world inside the newspaper photos.

He could see that Norton, who was wearing a black robe, decided to kill himself.

He could see the dozen or so uniformed staff of the French Ministry of Magic, smiling and generously dying.

He could see the red eyes of countless French wizards who witnessed Norton's last words.

Carnage and chaos are spreading across France!

Countless people flocked to Furstenberg Square. Among them were dissatisfied protesters, but more were the crowd watching the excitement and thugs plotting to take advantage of the fire.

Protesters held up placards full of slogans and roared at the fountain in the center of Furstenberg Square in an attempt to open the closed entrance to the French Ministry of Magic below.

The thugs are throwing spells on everything around them, vehicles, tall buildings, the elderly, children...

Everything is their target of attack.

As for the crowd watching the fun.

At the beginning of the riot, they were still smiling and watching the excitement.

But as the chaos escalated, the schadenfreude finally disappeared from their faces after the mob pointed their sticks at them.

Instead, it was the same fear and pain as those Muggles.

Blood and fire were fused together in the tumult of countless spells.

The thugs vented their inner rage without any scruples, and responded to the piercing screams of the victims with crazy laughter.

"Do not-"

Harry couldn't help screaming.

The surrounding world of blood and fire is stagnant at this moment, shattering into pieces.

Harry, soaked in cold sweat, returned to the familiar Gryffindor lounge.

The worried faces of Hermione, Ron and the others appeared in his sight.

Harry could see that their mouths were closing up and down, as if they were eager to say something.

But after the voice reached Harry's ears, it turned into a vague, incomprehensible murmuring.

The "Daily Prophet" in his hand was already smashed into a ball by him under the excitement. Harry panted heavily and wiped the sweat on his face, and then he gradually came back to his senses.

"I see... I saw a terrible scene!"

Harry trembled and opened the 'rotten paper ball' in his hand, and UU Reading www.uukanshu.com showed everyone around the magical photo of Furstenberg Square, his voice was chaotic and hoarse," There was a terrible carnage there, and that carnage continues to this day... Blood and fire are spreading, everyone's eyes are blood red..."

"What does this have to do with us? They are all French wizards, it would be better if all those arrogant French pigs died! After all, who made them fight against us? This is their retribution! "

The speaker was Ron.

His voice came clearly into Harry's ears.

This is strange.

Because Harry was sure that his hearing had not recovered.

Hermione had been tugging at his ears and saying something since just now.

But Harry didn't hear it at all.

What's even more bizarre is that, listening to Ron's words, looking at the mocking smile on Ron's face, a flame called anger is surging from Harry's heart for no reason.

Harry's eyes were also stained with blood red.

Then he suddenly broke free from Hermione's support and smashed Ron's cheek with a hard punch!

"You bastard!"

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