HP Magic Biography

Back upstairs, they took off their robes and quietly changed into their pajamas; by this time Thomas, Seamus and Neville had long since fallen asleep. . . \u00261t;/p\u003e

Fan Lin carefully went to his innermost 'bed', took off his clothes and lay down on it, and put down the tent around the 'bed'. \u00261t;/p\u003e

Fan Lin liked this feeling very much, and it made him feel very at ease. He stretched out his hand a little, and a faint blue light flickered above the 'bed'. \u00261t;/p\u003e

Harry put his glasses on the 'bed' table and climbed into the 'bed', Harry did not lower the apron of the four-poster 'bed'; instead, he watched through the window next to Neville's 'bed'. Starlit sky. \u00261t;/p\u003e

If he knew at this time last night that he would 'kiss' Qiu Zhang within 24 hours, maybe...\u00261t;/p\u003e

Good night, Ron muttered, his voice coming from somewhere to the right. \u00261t;/p\u003e

Good night! Fan Lin also said, but the light inside the tent did not go out. \u00261t;/p\u003e

Good night, Harry said, but the memory was still running through his mind. \u00261t;/p\u003e

Maybe next time. If there is a next time. She will be happier. He should have asked her; she might have been expecting it and was mad at him now. Or was she lying in 'the bed', still crying for Cedric? \u00261t;/p\u003e

He didn't know what to think. Hermione's explanation made things more complicated and less understandable. \u00261t;/p\u003e

In fact, what idea can the three boys get together, maybe Hermione is more correct? \u00261t;/p\u003e

Anyway, Harry's thinking is more inclined to Hermione, but what's the use of this, I understand...\u00261t;/p\u003e

tossing and turning,

What is going on in the girl's mind. Anyway, this will be more useful than divination, maybe he should make an appointment with Qiu alone, or...\u00261t;/p\u003e

In the night, an owl hooted somewhere. Harry dreamed that he was back in da's practice room. Qiuzheng accused him of making up excuses to 'seduce' her; she said he promised to give her 50 chocolate frog cards if she showed up. \u00261t;/p\u003e

Harry protested. Cho yelled, Show me the pocket full of Chocolate Frog cards! She pulled the cards from her robes and tossed them into the air. \u00261t;/p\u003e

Then suddenly, she turned into Hermione and said, You did promise her, you know, Harry. I think you'd better get something else instead. How about your Firebolt?\u00261t;/p\u003e

Harry protested that he couldn't give Cho his Firebolt because it belonged to Umbridge, and the whole thing was so absurd that he had to go straight to the d.a. practice room and post some Christmas posters shaped like Dobby's head stuff. \u00261t;/p\u003e

When he opened the door to the Room of Requirement, he felt as if he was stepping on the ground and felt weightless. Harry felt his body was falling continuously, as if there was no end to it. \u00261t;/p\u003e

Wait, he seems to have experienced this feeling somewhere, as if...\u00261t;/p\u003e

Yes, Pensieve...\u00261t;/p\u003e

But what is that? \u00261t;/p\u003e

Harry felt a little headache, as if his head was about to explode completely. \u00261t;/p\u003e

As the pain peaked, Harry felt a cold sensation fill his brain. \u00261t;/p\u003e

For a moment, as if someone had cast the most powerful Oblivion Curse, Harry felt that he had lost all senses. At this moment, everything seemed to be far away from him, including Qiu. \u00261t;/p\u003e

It was scary, but Harry didn't feel wronged at all, it seemed like it always had been. \u00261t;/p\u003e

Without looking sideways, Harry felt that he was walking on a cold floor, black bricks and stones, as if he had seen it there before. \u00261t;/p\u003e

Instinctively, Harry felt that he should look around, but just so straight, he stepped straight into the darkness with one foot. \u00261t;/p\u003e

Faintly, Harry felt that there was some light in front of him, as if someone was walking in this space. Through the light from the wand, Harry could clearly see the surroundings. \u00261t;/p\u003e

Being full of crystal balls...\u00261t;/p\u003e

It seemed that something had passed, completely shrouded under the black cloak, and then walked behind the previous person, raising his wand. The person in front turned around, and Harry instinctively wanted to scream, but the icy feeling suppressed all the waves. \u00261t;/p\u003e

After the scarlet magic glow, Harry felt strangely refreshed physically and mentally, but this feeling was quickly suppressed, as if it was just an insignificant thing. \u00261t;/p\u003e

They seem to come just to make this... this body...\u00261t;/p\u003e

The assailant turned back, wearing a strange mask on his face, the person in front of him bent down respectfully, Harry saw blood splattered on the mask. \u00261t;/p\u003e

Suddenly, Harry felt that he wanted to say something, but the moment he made the sound, it was like a volcano that had been suppressed for a long time, and the pain on his forehead exploded violently in an instant. \u00261t;/p\u003e

All the sensations came back to Harry's body, it felt far away, but the pain was so intense, it was like a hot red iron was stuck to his forehead. \u00261t;/p\u003e

...\u00261t;/p\u003e

Harry, Harry!\u00261t;/p\u003e

Harry opened his eyes suddenly. Every inch of his body was covered with cold sweat. His body twisted weirdly, as if he was about to twist it around, he felt as if someone was using a soldering iron to keep pressing on his forehead...\u00261t;/p\u003e

Harry! Ron stood in front of him and looked at him anxiously. \u00261t;/p\u003e

Many people stood by Harry's 'bed'. He scratched his head with his hands and the pain was attacking him. He tossed and turned and vomited on the edge of the 'bed'. \u00261t;/p\u003e

Harry, how are you? Seeing, Fan Lin was sitting on Harry's 'bed' head, covering Harry's forehead with one hand, a cold magic power was constantly soothing Harry's forehead . \u00261t;/p\u003e

But this didn't seem to work. On the contrary, Fan Lin felt as if his hands were burning on fire. Even with the protection of magic power, the burning tingling sensation was still transmitted clearly. \u00261t;/p\u003e

He's really sick, said a terrified voice do we need to call someone?\u00261t;/p\u003e

Harry, Harry... Ron looked at Harry anxiously. \u00261t;/p\u003e

Harry wanted to speak, but the pain was still so strong, even though Fan Lin was cooling him down, but...\u00261t;/p\u003e

I feel like my brain is burning...\u00261t;/p\u003e

Instead, he had to tell Ron. Telling him - this is important, he swallowed a few breaths, Harry fought back his contorted stomach, tried to sit up and hoped he wouldn't vomit again, dizzy pain surrounded him. \u00261t;/p\u003e

Your father Harry gasped as his chest rose up and down, Your father was attacked! \u00261t;/p\u003e

What? said Ron incomprehensibly\u00261t;/p\u003e

Your father was attacked, it was serious, there was blood everywhere.\u00261t;/p\u003e

I'm going for help! said the same terrified voice, and Harry heard footsteps running out of the dormitory. \u00261t;/p\u003e

Harry, are you crazy? Ron said vaguely, You must be dreaming...\u00261t;/p\u003e

No! Harry said furiously. Ron didn't understand that it was important. 'This is not a dream, not an ordinary dream, I was there, I saw it'\u00261t;/p\u003e

He could hear Seamus and Dean mumbling something but he didn't care. The pain on his forehead gradually calmed down under the stimulation of Fan Lin's cold palm, although he was still sweating and trembling. \u00261t;/p\u003e

Harry threw up again and Ron took a few unnoticeable steps backwards. \u00261t;/p\u003e

Harry, you're not well... Neville said weakly. \u00261t;/p\u003e

I'm fine! Harry choked and wiped his mouth with his pajamas, shaking uncontrollably, I'm fine! It's your father and you should be worried—we need to find him Where - he was bleeding like crazy - I was there - someone attacked him.\u00261t;/p\u003e

He tried to get out of the 'bed' but Ron pushed him back. Dean and Seamus whispered secretly nearby. \u00261t;/p\u003e

Fan Lin! Harry turned his head and glanced at Fan Lin who was sitting at the back. Fan Lin was supporting his body. \u00261t;/p\u003e

Wait a minute, Harry, I'm not sure, and you can't walk... Fan Lin said, We need to see Dumbledore when Professor McGonagall comes over! \u00261t;/p\u003e

For what seemed like a minute or ten, he just sat there swaying as the pain slowly receded from his scar. Then there were hurried steps upstairs and Harry heard Neville's voice. \u00261t;/p\u003e

Over here, Professor! McGonagall hurried into the bedroom in a plaid dressing gown, her glasses resting unevenly on her bony nose. \u00261t;/p\u003e

What's wrong, Potter, where is he injured? \u00261t;/p\u003e

He had never been so happy to see her. \u00261t;/p\u003e

Professor, we need to see Dumbledore. Fan Lin said, pointing to Harry's head, the scar on his forehead now looks like it was cut open just now. \u00261t;/p\u003e

See Dumbledore? Professor McGonagall hesitated, But, you must tell me what happened.\u00261t;/p\u003e

It was Ron's father, he was attacked. Fan Lin said quickly, helping Harry up. \u00261t;/p\u003e

Okay, I'll take you to see the principal. Professor McGonagall pushed his glasses. \u00261t;/p\u003e

Ron, you come too. Fan Lin said quickly, ignoring the surprised gazes of the others, and directly helped Harry out. \u00261t;/p\u003e

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