Harry Potter’s Book of Sin Chapter 621: Invisible dreams

It was darkness, a darkness with gleams. ()

Except for the faintly **** mystery, there seems to be nothing in sight. This feeling is like being under a radiance, but closing his eyes tightly, only the hazy red blackness brought 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 or reality, real or illusion.

He seemed to open his eyelids to see where he was. But those eyelids seem to be heavy with lead, stagnant and weak, inseparable even for a minute and a half.

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

He doesn't know, he doesn't know anything. He just felt that his whole body seemed to be enveloped by a majestic force, a certain kind of heartfelt pain was constantly transpiring throughout his body, as if he was being burned by the fire of **** in hell.

It was a kind of irresistible pain, which made him only able to sustain the curled body silently, hoping that this endless torture could usher in its final ending at some point.

In the endless pain, time is like a meaningless concept. I don’t know how long it has been, maybe a few seconds, a few minutes, a few hours... or a few years? In short, at a certain moment, he seemed to hear a faint sound of footsteps from far to near, step by step, calmly, relaxed, and unhurriedly, walking gently in front of him.

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

Harry was crying silently in his heart, but he couldn't even move the corners of his mouth. How could he try to communicate with others? However, he could feel it more or less, the other party seemed to squat down in front of him, looking at him with a substantive gaze.

"Who is that? Who is it?" He endured the pain and anxiety, and secretly said in his heart, "No, whoever you are, just help me...help me..."

"I think, you don't need someone else to save..." Just when Harry almost gave up shouting, the other party actually responded as if he finally heard his voice, "just like'him'. , Who can save oneself, sometimes it can only be oneself."

The voice reverberated in Harry's ears, sometimes very far and sometimes as if very close, and it was erratic, but it made him feel a subtle sense of familiarity.

"What, what do you mean? Who are you? You..."

"Who am I, is it important to you?" The other party interrupted his words gently, his tone was gentle and unhurried, "I am just a passerby who is insignificant to you. I have more importance. Things are waiting for me to do, and you... my child, of course you are the same..."

While the other party was saying these irrelevant words, he stood up slowly again, as if he was about to step forward and move on. Harry had a hunch that if he missed the other party at this moment, he might never see each other again.

"Wait!" he managed to yell in his heart, "Please tell me, what should I do? How can I leave this place?"

As Harry tried his best to shout, the man seemed to pause. 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, while Harry waited silently, the voice rang again.

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

The other party only left such a sentence, and then continued to take his next step, moving forward step by step without hesitation, gradually away from him.

"Exam? What? I—"

Harry yelled abruptly, but after yelling a few times, he was surprised to find that he had actually sat up. As for the last words just now, it really came out of his mouth.

In shock, he suddenly opened his eyes.

The dim curtains, the dimly lit room, and the soft mattress sitting under the buttocks—isn’t this my bedroom? Right across from his bed, Ron was pulling his face out of the pillow in a daze, and looking to this side blankly, there was even a glimmer of saliva hanging from the corner of his mouth.

"Harry..." Ron mumbled vaguely, "I asked you to pass the answer just now, but why did you ignore me? Well... if we are close enough for the next game, Remember to show me the answer..."

"Oh, I see, I must give it to you—"

Harry tugged at the collar of his nightgown, and realized that his whole body seemed to have been soaked in water, and every inch of his skin was covered with sticky cold sweat. After hearing Ron's sleepy and awake dreams, he didn't have the interest to pay more attention to it, just casually said something.

"Well, thank you...Then I will be in the exam room."

Ron said so with his eyes half open, and then he drew back under the covers, chirped his mouth and went back to sleep. It seems that he is still planning to go back to his dream to take his O.W.Ls simulation test!

Harry naturally didn't bother Ron anymore, he just reached out his hand to cover his forehead, and froze in a daze.

The lightning-shaped scar that had accompanied him since he was a child is still aching. The unspeakable tingling is somewhat similar to the pain in the dream just now, and it seems to remind him all the time that it was not an ordinary nightmare without a reason.

"...Could it be that this has something to do with Voldemort again?"

Harry stroked the scar on his forehead lightly, the touch from his fingertips was as smooth and nauseous as he felt in his childhood, without any change.

After thinking aimlessly for a moment, he again used Occlumency to isolate his consciousness again. He breathed a sigh of relief until the tingling sensation slowly faded with the isolation.

At least, besides the palpitations, the magic that Maca gave to himself is still useful.

After some reassurance, Harry put down his hand covering the scar, frowned and recalled the conversations that Professor Dumbledore had discussed with him about this kind of nightmares in the past. Although time has passed for a long time, he can still vaguely remember that Dumbledore once said to him that everything in his dream is likely to be real.

Perhaps, while he dreamed of those scenes, that scene was also happening somewhere in the world. And the protagonist of that incident is most likely Voldemort himself.

Now, Voldemort has been defeated by Maca—the bodies of the Hogwarts vestibule lake were all published in the newspapers, which is obviously not false.

And according to Maca's speculation in St Mungo's Ward after that, Voldemort did not really die. This point seemed to confirm each other with the nightmare he had just now.

But in that case, where is Voldemort now?

Of course, there was also the unknown person who claimed to be a "passer-by" who appeared later. After that person said something incomprehensible to himself...or to Voldemort, he left again. Who is that person? Is it an enemy or a friend? He really doesn't have a clue at all.

After a long period of wild speculation, Harry took a deep breath, then pulled off the curtain on the bed and touched his glasses on the bedside table.

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

The temperature before dawn was still a bit low, but he didn't want to light the fireplace at all. The cool air can make his brain more sober, even if he thinks about it, he can't get any reliable answers, but it's better than not wanting to come.

The moon set and sunrise, and the darkness of the night was slightly dissipated by the rising sun in the east, Harry just sat there, quietly waiting for the start of another day.

"Harry?"

Unsurprisingly, the first person to get up after him is still Hermione.

"Good morning, Hermione." Harry turned his head and whispered softly, "I remember you said that your parents are dentists? Do all doctors pay attention to cultivating good habits?"

"What are you talking about?" Hermione looked at him hesitantly, and then asked after a while, "Since I woke up so early, why not take the time to review it? You know, yours. The history of magic is still lingering on the pass line!"

"Oh, forgive me now..." Harry shook his head with a wry smile, only to find that Hermione's daily aura made him feel more at ease, "Well, actually...I I want to discuss something with you."

Hermione carried her schoolbag and walked to the chair in front of him and sat down~IndoMTL.com~ and waved her hand nonchalantly.

"If it is to reduce the amount of review, there is no discussion!" She said, "I am for your good! If you don't want to fail the OWLs exam, please honestly follow my arrangements. Do--"

"No, it's not this..." Harry covered his face and said helplessly, "Can you put aside the exam first? I really have a very important thing...Remember? I used to Have had nightmares several times...about Voldemort!"

"What?" Hermione heard the words, and suddenly stopped when she was taking out the book. "You have a nightmare again? What about your Occlumency? What do you see in your dreams?"

It stands to reason that Harry's ability to see Voldemort in his dreams can play a big role in finding where Voldemort is. But for Harry himself, it was very likely that there were some unknown hazards. As a good friend of Harry, Hermione would of course prefer Harry to close her consciousness to block the connection between him and Voldemort.

But since he had that kind of dream again this time, after worrying, Hermione naturally also subconsciously had the idea of ​​using it to find out.