Hogwarts 1991

Chapter 610 The Inescapable Nightmare

in the dark,
Harry kept falling.

After a long time, a second, a day, or maybe many years...

At a certain moment, Harry suddenly became aware of his own existence,
Realized that his thoughts, which had been separated from the body, were wandering somewhere.

Maybe he only has one head left, and only a paragraph of thoughts wandering alone...

He didn't know, wasn't sure.

Harry realized, though, that he definitely existed somewhere, in some way he couldn't imagine, beyond comprehension,
Even... As time passed, he began to have a very clear sense of touch and body.

That illusory feeling also became down-to-earth.

He tried to open his eyes, but he was able to open them——

A bright light pierced his consciousness.

Harry woke up.

He found himself lying in a huge room, everything around him was super-giant...

The bed, the lamp, the red curtain that looked like a four-poster bed...

The furnishings here look like their dormitory.

However, everything around is empty, there is no one, only Harry... He is so small, so small compared to everything around him.

The quilt under my feet is like a piece of land.

Harry looked around.

At this time, this time he discovered that his body...

Reorganizing!

literally—

Harry's bones, blood, and flesh seemed to be spliced ​​together, starting from a head... slowly growing out.

Arms, hands, spine... ribs, heart, lungs... half of body... legs... ankles... up to toes...

The scene was extremely horrifying, but Harry was very adaptable, and even hoped that all this would end soon.

With the gradual reorganization of the body, all kinds of feelings returned to Harry.

When it was all over, Harry was standing on top of a huge sheet.

That is, the bed that I usually sleep on.

Although naked, he didn't feel ashamed in the slightest.

It's as if a large part of the human body's emotions have been stripped away.

Harry touched his face, the glasses were gone, and the lightning-shaped scar on his forehead had disappeared.

Then, a very uncomfortable feeling stirred up from within.

Harry forgot what it felt like, and it took him a moment to realize that it was his own shame.

At this time, he wished he was wearing clothes.

As soon as this idea formed in his mind, the robe he usually wore suddenly appeared on his body—comfortable, warm, and clean.

Then there is curiosity, he really wants to know...why, this thing suddenly appeared...

All kinds of feelings surged in Harry's heart, as if at this moment, all emotions and perceptions were formed.

--This is where?
Harry looked back again, walking up and down the huge quilt, looking around.

It's still the same as I just confirmed, this is the dormitory for their fourth-year Gryffindor boys.

It's just that the other beds are empty, no one is there, McGuffin, Ron, Neville, Dean... none of them are there.

There was silence all around, except for a strange whimpering sound that could not be found, as if it was ringing around Harry's ears.

This strange voice scared Harry from the bottom of his heart.

Harry wanted to stay away from this voice, but he couldn't. Even if he covered his ears, the voice echoed in his mind.

He ran up and down the quilt sheet that was as large as a Quidditch pitch, from the middle to near the velvet pillow...

It's not easy, running on such a soft quilt,

Harry staggered to the top of the pillow at last.

But he found nothing,

He's all alone here—

Gradually, an idea suddenly popped out of his head for some reason.

Harry looked down at his own shadow.

The black shadow of the human form under my feet,
Suddenly two cracks opened, glowing with blood.

Just like eyes.

Maybe knowing that Harry has noticed, this thing is not hidden anymore.

A monster seems to pass through a black membrane,
hiss--

Suddenly, he jumped out of Harry's shadow.

Harry backed away in shock.

He understood immediately.

——It was the piercing whimpering sound from the thing in front of me.

Its shape is a naked child, curled into a ball, squatting on the ground with his head in his arms, his red skin is very rough, piece by piece, like a turtle shell

Harry was terrified.

Although this thing is petite and weak, it looks like a five or six-year-old child, still struggling to breathe...

But Harry, deep down, was terrified of the thing... and he also had a deep loathing for it.

And this feeling is very familiar.

Harry moved over slightly.

Although he didn't know where he was, Harry knew what he had to do.

Act like a warrior.

When Harry thought so.

As he approached,
"Harry Potter!"

The little monster stood up suddenly, opened his snake-shaped blood-colored eyes, and said coldly.

hissing,

—It's Parseltongue.

Harry fell into an ice cave.

He suddenly understood what this thing was.

"Harry—"

(hiss——)
The man shouted again, and the expression on the young child's face became extremely sinister and cruel, with a look of 'overwhelmed with joy'.

The earnest and fanatical desire revealed in its eyes made Harry shiver.

He couldn't help expressing the guess in his heart, calling out that terrible name.

"—Voldemort!"

"Hehe—hahaha—"

A sharp and terrifying sneer suddenly came from the red-skinned toddler.

The laugh confirmed Harry's answer.

It was as if there was an iron claw tightly grasping his heart.

Constantly reminding Harry what he should do—

He turned around abruptly and fled from the spot quickly.

……

"Ha ha ha ha ha ha!"

It was an extremely piercing and terrifying laughter that echoed in the dormitory, waking up all the Gryffindor fourth-year boys.

"what happened?"

Ron kicked off the quilt with a dissatisfied face, and jumped off the bed.

The others were also very angry.

Then there was another terrifying scream.

"Harry Potter! (Hiss~ hiss)
MacGuffin, who was feeling dizzy and didn't want to wake up, was about to fall asleep... suddenly jolted, and all the drowsiness in his head disappeared immediately.

— Parseltongue!

Damn it, Harry, you're taking a big joke!

--Snapped!

The magic lamp in the dormitory was relit by Dean.

The other five people in the dormitory immediately discovered the source of the strange sound——

Sure enough, it was Harry, and only Harry—

McGuffin got up dissatisfied with Ron, and they came to Harry's bedside together.

"Harry! Stop joking!"

"Potter! Wake up, wake up!"

"Harry, Harry!"

After calling back and forth a few times, Harry didn't respond.

Everyone felt a little bad at this time.

Especially MacGuffin, his heart beat immediately,

He immediately walked over and lifted the quilt——

Harry lay on his side on the four-poster bed in his pajamas,

He was sweating profusely, and his entire face was pale, without a trace of blood.

That lightning scar,

Then the blood is red and blood red, as if half of the blood has soaked out from there.

His pajamas were completely soaked in sweat and clung to him tightly.

Even Neville could tell that something was wrong with Harry.

"Harry, Harry!"

Ron shook his body vigorously, trying to wake him up.

But to no avail.

"Get out of the way!" McGuffin picked up his wand, pushed Ron away, and cast a spell he knew.

"Wake up quickly!"

"Revitalization!"

All sorts of lights flickered at the tip of the wand, but to no avail.

On the contrary, it made Harry's body levitate in the air, making that sharp laughter and trembling hiss even more.

MacGuffin, who is proficient in Parseltongue, immediately understood what it meant——

"Harry James Potter!"

"Harry..."

Harry was calling his own name over and over again.

Unknowingly, he was stuck in some kind of nightmare... calling his name in Parseltongue.

But everyone saw it, and Harry kept his mouth tightly shut, but the horrible laughter kept coming out.

Even the most nervous Seamus felt that something was wrong.

He lowered his voice and asked Ron in a low voice, "What... what's wrong with Harry, should we call the prefect..."

"This... I, I know..."

"Harry is cursed! He is cursed...cursed!"

Neville held his head and screamed in extreme fear.

Let everyone panic even more.

"Dean, hurry up and call Professor Dumbledore..."

"Neville, Seamus, you two go to Madam Pomfrey!"

"Ron, look outside, don't let others in!"

"hurry up!"

McGuffin ordered several people directly with a livid face.

Everyone was at a loss, and subconsciously obeyed his orders.

And McGuffin also realized one thing at this time, this is definitely not an ordinary nightmare, or something like a curse.

There is no magic spell that can make that scar mutate, and make Harry call his real name over and over again in Parseltongue.

After the others left the dormitory, McGuffin called Ron back.

"Ron, keep an eye on Harry, I'll call Professor Dumbledore... Hurry up!"

"You...? Okay?"

When Ron saw McGuffin take off the 'Amber Fishbone Key' around his neck, he suddenly realized and didn't say much.

He immediately stood by Harry's side.

It didn't take a few minutes for McGuffin to bring Albus Dumbledore, who was wearing a purple polka-dot pajamas, directly flying in from outside the castle through the window.

The cold wind was blowing from outside, and the two of them landed beside Harry's bed.

"Professor Dumbledore! Harry..." Ron cried out in great concern.

Dumbledore stretched out his hand to stop Ron from speaking, and he sat down on the edge of the bed in the blink of an eye, and as soon as he stretched out his hand, he pulled Harry from the sky and put him on the bed.

Then, he leaned over and stroked Harry's forehead with his hand, carefully touching the strange lightning scar.

He cast no spell at once.

This made Ron almost impatient.

"Professor?" he asked again.

Dumbledore shook his head and did not answer. He tapped Harry's body with his wand, but there was no response.

He looked at Harry through the half-moon glasses, his slender fingers touching Harry's skin...

Finally, Dumbledore magically pushed Harry's mouth away.

Harry was gritting his teeth, but didn't open his mouth.

Even so, he still let out that frightening whisper...

At this time, some noisy voices began to sound outside the dormitory door.

It seems that the movement of Neville, Dean and the others woke up some students.

They chattered with discontent, trying to see what was going on.

It took McGuffin a lot of effort to let Ron go out and prevent other people from coming in to watch the excitement.

At this moment, Dumbledore rolled up Harry's eyelids——

He and the MacGuffin saw at the same time—

Beneath Harry's normal pupils, a vertical snake-like blood pupil appeared...

This thing is a little bit, crowding the normal eyes.

McGuffin immediately became more certain about his guess, and it had something to do with Voldemort, the eyes were exactly the same as that monster.

Dumbledore seemed to know this already.

His face turned livid.

McGuffin's heart sank immediately, it was the first time he saw a wavering suspicion on Dumbledore's face.

He didn't seem to be able to confirm anything.

"whee……"

Suddenly, what had been a piercing shriek... turned into some kind of piercing titter.

Moreover, McGuffin suddenly saw the two vertical blood pupils... suddenly trembled.

Is it an illusion?

No, it's not—

The thing was staring at both of them.

McGuffin stared at that weird pupil.

From that look, McGuffin saw a kind of playful cruelty...

Voldemort was peering coldly at them through Harry's body.

"Professor, that's..."

"I know!" Dumbledore regained his composure, and he began to mutter some strange spells in a low voice.

With the wave of the wand, Harry began to glow with some inexplicable soft light.

In that light, a… bright red silhouette one size smaller than Harry was slowly… growing and expanding visible to the naked eye, and it felt like… this thing was gradually eroding Harry.

At this time, the shrill smile was gone.

Instead, Harry's name was continuously and rapidly shouted in Parseltongue.

And McGuffin actually heard——

"Harry James Potter...Harry-Tom...Tom Marvolo Riddle!"

"how is this possible!"

McGuffin pricked up his ears and carefully identified the voice. The voice remained the same, but the feeling it gave him had changed...

It was as if Harry's name had been stripped away and turned into Voldemort.

And what's even more frightening is...

Those two vertical blood eyes were about to squeeze Harry's original pupils aside, occupying the entire eyeball.

The situation is very bad.

But at this time, the outside became even more noisy.

McGuffin heard Ron's urgent cry.

"Madame Pomfrey... Hurry up, Harry, he's cursed!"

Ron obviously agreed with Neville's conjecture.

Madam Pomfrey also arrived.

After Dumbledore took a final look at Harry, he straightened up,

He actually walked outside.

(End of this chapter)