Harry Potter and Shafik

Chapter 106 Harry's Dream
At night, quiet and dark, it can relieve people from the fatigue of the day.Many people like to sleep.But Harry Potter's dream tonight was different.

Harry dreamed that he was back in the DA meeting room, and Cho complained that he had tricked her into coming, saying that he had promised to give her 150 chocolate frog cards if she came.Harry argued.Cho exclaimed, "Cedric gave me lots and lots of chocolate frog pictures, look!" She took handfuls of them from under her robes and threw them into the air, and then she turned into Hermione again.Hermione said, "You promised her, Harry! I think you'd better get her something else? How about your Firebolt?" Harry argued that he couldn't give Cho the Firebolt because Umri Chi took it, and it was all absurd, he just came to hang some Christmas balls in the shape of Dobby's head in DA's room.The dream has changed!His body was soft, strong, and flexible, and he slid between the shiny metal bars and over the dark, cold stone, his body pressed to the ground, sliding on his belly.The light was dim, but he could see the light of objects around him, some strange, vivid colors.He turned his head and took a look, the corridor was empty!A figure stood on the ground, his silhouette flickering in the gloom, and he turned to look at the ground.The wand in his hand kept waving.

Harry stuck out his tongue, and he tasted the man's scent.He was alive, and Harry longed to bite the man.But he had to resist the urge, there were more important things to do.The man was about to say the mantra and he had no choice, he straightened up and struck once, twice, three times, sinking his fangs deep into the man's skin, feeling ribs crack between his teeth , hot blood, the man screamed in pain!Then he reached out to grab the wand that fell beside him.Harry arched and bit his neck.Then, the man fell silent and collapsed at the foot of the wall, blood spattered on the ground, his forehead hurt like hell... as if it was going to explode...

"Harry! Harry!"

He opened his eyes, soaked in cold sweat, and the sheets were wrapped around him like tights.Shaking its head and tail back and forth like a snake.He felt like a hot poker had been stuck in his forehead.

"Harry!"

Ron stood in front of the bed, looking terrified, with several figures at the foot of the bed.He held his head tightly, his eyes turned black from the pain?He rolled over to the bed and threw up.

"He's really sick," said a frightened voice, "do you want to call someone?"

"Harry! Harry!"

He wants to tell Ron, this is very important? ?Breathing heavily, Harry pulled himself up from the bed, ordering himself not to throw up, his vision blurred with pain.

"Your father," he said breathlessly, his chest heaving, "your father! Something happened!"

"What?" Ron didn't understand.

"Your dad! He was bitten, badly, with blood everywhere!"

"I'll get someone," said the terrified voice, and Harry heard footsteps running out of the dormitory.

"Harry, buddy," Ron said dubiously, "you? Are you just dreaming?"

"No!" said Harry furiously, making sure Ron understood, "It wasn't a dream! It wasn't a normal dream! I was there, I saw it. I did it!" He could hear Seamus and Dean whispering Goo, but he couldn't care less about it.The severe pain on his forehead subsided slightly, but he was still sweating and shivering like he had a high fever.He threw up again, and Ron jumped back. "Harry, you're ill," he said uneasily. "Neville has gone to find someone."

"I'm fine!" Harry choked, wiped his mouth with his pajamas, and shivered uncontrollably, "I'm not sick, it's your father who should be worried—we're going to find out where he is—he's bleeding—I Yes—that's a big snake."

Neville ran to the Gryffindor headman's room and slammed the door

"Professor McGonagall! Professor! Professor McGonagall! Open the door! Something happened to Harry!"

"Who? Something happened to Potter?" Professor McGonagall asked with disheveled hair in green pajamas and holding a wand.

"I don't know why, come on!"

Harry tried to get out of bed, but Ron pushed him back.Dean and Seamus were still muttering beside them.After a minute or 1 minutes, Harry didn't know, he just sat there shivering, feeling the sharp pain of the scar slowly subside, there were hurried footsteps on the stairs, and he heard Neville's voice again.

"This way, Professor!" Professor McGonagall hurried into the dormitory in a plaid dressing gown, his glasses were crookedly on the bridge of his thin nose. "What's the matter, Potter? Where does it hurt?" He'd never been happier to see her, and he needed members of the Order of the Phoenix right now, not people nervously prescribing him potions that didn't work. "It's Ron's father," he said, sitting up again. "He's been bitten by a snake, very badly, I saw it."

"What, what did you see?" Professor McGonagall frowned.

"I don't know? I was sleeping and then I got there!"

"You mean you dreamed it?"

"No!" Harry said irritably.Can no one understand? "I had a completely different dream first, something stupid? Then this one came in. It was real, not my fantasy. Mr. Weasley was sleeping on the ground and was bitten by a big snake. There was a lot of blood. He fell We must find out where he is?" Professor McGonagall looked at him through his crooked glasses, as if seeing something terrifying. "I'm not lying, and I'm not crazy!" Harry cried. "I'm telling you, I saw it with my own eyes!"

"I trust you, Potter," said Professor McGonagall crisply. "Put on your dressing gown—we'll see the Headmaster."

She took him seriously, much to Harry's relief.Without hesitation, he jumped up from the bed, put on his dressing gown, and pushed his glasses to the bridge of his nose.

"Weasley, you should come too," said Professor McGonagall.

They followed Professor McGonagall through Neville, Dean and Seamus beside Murray, out of the dormitory, down the spiral staircase to the common room, through the portrait hole, and along the moonlit corridor of the Fat Lady And go.Harry felt that the fear inside him might burst at any moment.He wanted to run, to call Dumbledore loudly.They were walking so slowly while Mr. Weasley was bleeding.What if those fangs (Harry tried not to think of "my fangs") were poisonous?Met Mrs. Norris on the road, she turned her bulbous eyes on them, hissed faintly, and Professor McGonagall said "Hush!" and Mrs. Norris slipped into the shadows.

In the prefect's duty room, Hilbert is on duty again today.

At this time, he had just come back here after a round of patrolling.Lighting an oil lamp, he carefully read "Eternal Life: Soul Splitting", which explained in detail how to make a Horcrux and how to use it. Hilbert read it and thought that the diary for the second year was a Horcrux.No wonder Voldemort wanted to kill him in his fourth year.I just learn instead of using him to make Horcruxes.After a long yawn, he closed the book.Get ready for bed.At this moment, his sharp ears seemed to hear something.He quickly pulled out his wand to check the situation outside.I saw Professor McGonagall trotting Harry towards the headmaster's office, followed by Ron, Ginny, the Weasley brothers, and one or two Gryffindor students.

"what happened?"

"Harry has a sudden headache, we're taking him to the Headmaster," said Ron as he ran.

"Headache... No!" Hilbert also ran up.Taoist Lingxu once wrote him a letter with some precautions, the first one was to pay attention to Harry's headache.

A few minutes later, they came to the stone beast at the entrance to Dumbledore's office.

"Sizzling bees," said Professor McGonagall.

The stone beast came to life and jumped aside, the wall behind it cracked in two, revealing a stone staircase that went up like a spiral escalator.The three stepped up the stairs, and the wall snapped shut behind them.They ascended in small circles to the gleaming oak door with the bronze knocker in the shape of a griffin.

Although it was already past midnight, there were voices in the room, rambling, as if Dumbledore was entertaining at least a dozen people.

Professor McGonagall knocked on the animal-shaped door knocker three times, and the speaking stopped suddenly, as if it had been turned off.The door opened automatically, and Professor McGonagall led Harry and Ron in.

The room was half-dark, and the strange silver instruments on the table sat still, instead of humming and turning and puffing out puffs of smoke as usual.The portraits of previous principals snore in frames on the wall.Behind the door, swan-shaped, golden and red feathers, large and beautiful birds dozed on their perches with their heads tucked under their wings.

"Oh, it's you, Professor McGonagall? And? Ah."

Dumbledore sat in the high-backed chair behind his desk, reading papers by candlelight.He was dressed in snow-white pajamas and a dressing gown inlaid with gold on a purple background, but he looked refreshed, with piercing blue eyes fixed on Professor McGonagall.

"Professor Dumbledore, Potter just had a? A nightmare." Professor McGonagall said, "He said?"

"Not a nightmare," said Harry quickly.

Professor McGonagall looked back at Harry, frowning slightly.

"Well, Potter, tell the headmaster yourself."

"Me? Well, am I sleeping?" said Harry, a little annoyed that the Headmaster wasn't looking at him, but at his crossed fingers, despite his terror and eagerness. "But this isn't an ordinary dream. It's Really! I saw it happen?" He took a deep breath. "Ron's dad - Mr. Weasley - was bitten by a big snake."

After he finished speaking, these words seemed to echo in the air, a little absurd, even ridiculous.Dumbledore leaned back and stared at the ceiling.Ron looked from Harry to Dumbledore, pale and shocked.

"How did you see that?" Dumbledore asked softly, still not looking at Harry.

"Huh? I don't know," said Harry a little annoyed - what does it matter? "In my head—"

"You misunderstood," said Dumbledore, still in a calm tone, "I mean? Do you remember - ah - where you were when you saw the attack? Were you standing next to the victim, or were you looking down from above? This scene?"

It was a strange question, and Harry stared blankly at Dumbledore as if he knew it. "I'm the snake," said Harry, "I see it from the snake's point of view?"

No one said anything for a moment, then Dumbledore looked at Ron, whose face was still pale, and said in a stronger tone, "Is Arthur seriously injured?"

"Seriously," said Harry emphatically—why were they so slow to catch on?Don't you know how much blood a man can bleed after being pierced by those long fangs?Why can't Dumbledore look at him?But Dumbledore stood up abruptly, startling Harry.

He said to an old portrait near the ceiling: "Evra?" He snapped, "And you, Doris!"

A yellow-faced wizard with short black bangs and an old witch with long silver curly hair in the frame next to her opened their eyes immediately. Both of them seemed to be sleeping soundly just now.

"Did you hear that?" Dumbledore asked.

The wizard nodded, and the witch said, "Of course."

"The man has red hair and glasses," said Dumbledore. "Evra, you need to raise the alarm and make sure he's found by one of your own—"

The two wizards nodded and came out of the frame sideways, but instead of appearing in the adjacent frame (as it often happens at Hogwarts), they disappeared.All that remains of a picture frame is dark drapes, the other a beautiful leather chair.Harry noticed that many of the other old Headmasters on the wall, though realistically snoring and drooling, were peeking at him from under their noses, and he suddenly understood who had been speaking when they knocked on the door.

"Evra and Dai Lisi are the two famous headmasters of Hogwarts," Dumbledore quickly walked from Harry, Ron and Professor McGonagall to the beautiful big bird sleeping by the door, "Other important There are portraits of them hanging in wizarding institutions. They can come and go between their portraits at will, so tell us what happened elsewhere?"

"But Mr. Weasley could be anywhere!" said Harry.

"Sit down a moment, gentlemen," said Dumbledore, as if Harry hadn't spoken. "Evra and Dalice won't be back in a few minutes. Professor McGonagall, could you pull up two more chairs."

Professor McGonagall drew his wand out of his pocket, waved it, and conjured up several chairs. They were wooden chairs with straight backs, which were different from the soft chairs Dumbledore conjured up when Harry was on trial.Harry sat down and looked back at Dumbledore, who stroked the golden feathers on Fawkes' head with one finger, and the phoenix woke up immediately, raised its beautiful neck, and looked at him with bright black eyes.

"We need a little alarm," Dumbledore said softly to it.

With a flash of fire, the phoenix disappeared.

Dumbledore now walked briskly to a delicate silver instrument whose purpose Harry had never known.Dumbledore moved the instrument to the desk, sat down facing them again, and tapped it with the tip of his wand.

The instrument started to run immediately, making a rhythmic jingle sound, and the small silver tube at the top spewed out wisps of light green smoke, which gathered and lingered in the air. Dumbledore looked at the smoke intently, his brows furrowed.After a few seconds, the few wisps of smoke turned into a steady puff of smoke, thicker and thicker, hovering in the air.The top turned into a snake head with its mouth open.Harry wondered if the device was confirming his description, and he looked eagerly at Dumbledore for affirmation, but the Headmaster didn't look up.

"Naturally, naturally," he said to himself, still staring at the smoke, not surprised at all, "but it's actually separate, right?"

Harry was completely bewildered, but the smoke snake instantly split into two, circling and writhing in the dim air.With a grim but satisfied expression, Dumbledore tapped the instrument again with his wand.The jingle slowed down and stopped, and the smoke snake gradually faded away, turning into invisible smoke and disappearing.

Hilbert looked at the device with interest, but now that he needed to hear Harry speak, he took a bottle of sedative from his pocket and handed it to Harry.Harry felt better after a few sips, and continued talking about the dream.

(End of this chapter)