Just a Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor

The surroundings were dark and gloomy, but Harry was no stranger to such an environment.

During the summer vacation at 12 Grimmauld Place, he had this dream many times.

Most of the specific content of the dream could not be remembered after waking up, but such darkness and coldness were deeply imprinted in his mind.

Still from that perspective, "he" was sitting on a single sofa chair, with a large snake coiling around him, spitting letters from time to time, his eyes as cold as its owner, staring at the man kneeling on the ground in front of him. those wizards.

"Has Chris started to act?" "His" voice was still hoarse and cold.

His limbs and forehead were all pressed against the ground, his body was fat, and the short wizard's body was trembling uncontrollably, answering "his" question.

"Yes, yes master, they have contacted those things in Azkaban, those guys can't wait, even if we don't take the initiative to find them, they will start."

"This time, I won't be disappointed again, and no one will let me down, right?"

The hoarse voice echoed in the room. It was obviously not severe, but it was as calm as chatting with people, but it made everyone kneeling on the ground tremble involuntarily.

Harry could also feel this wordless torture and fear.

"No, no! Master, no one dares to disappoint you again, no one dares!"

"You know that's not what I want to hear, Wormtail, it's not that you dare not, you never dared, but when did you dare not bring me any good news!"

The people kneeling below no one made a sound, the air seemed to have stopped flowing, and the surroundings were all quiet.

This time, Chapter 17B Si. Harry felt very distorted. His vision was limited now, and he couldn't voluntarily control the direction he wanted to look. His eyes were always lowered, just staring at the wizards kneeling on the ground.

He couldn't even see how many of them there were, but there were only a dozen of them he could see.

Time is consuming little by little.

Harry's dream seemed to last for an extraordinarily long time this time, but he didn't get any useful information. Voldemort and the Death Eaters seemed to be waiting for something.

The waiting time was tough, and Harry could just wait with them like this.

I don't know how long it has passed, just as Harry felt drowsy in his dreams, and if he fell asleep, a series of sonic booms suddenly sounded in his ears!

"He" raised his head, and as far as he could see, countless wizard apparitions appeared here!

Seeing these mostly pale, thin skeleton-like faces, Harry was stunned at first, but then when he saw a few familiar faces, he was completely terrified!

Apparition produced a "pop" sound that kept ringing, and there were wizards in ragged clothes appearing all the time, and although some of these people looked haggard, their mental outlook was obviously better than others. Many wizards.

And among these people are Ludo Bagman and Igor Karkaroff who were locked in not long ago!

Strong sacrifice read sacrifice. When he saw these two people, it was important for Harry to understand what Voldemort and the others were waiting for!

The Death Eaters have escaped from Azkaban!

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"Master Regulus asked Kreacher to destroy that thing." Kreacher looked sad, "but Kreacher used many methods, axes, flames, spells, all of which had no effect on that thing."

Dumbledore looked at him solemnly.

"Where is this thing now?"

Kreacher raised his head, he said sharply.

"Before Kreacher kept it in the glass cabinet on the second floor, with the rest of the Black family's collection, but yesterday, Harry Potter took it! Master Sirius gave it to him so generously. No matter what Kreacher says, Master Sirius won't listen!"

Dumbledore abruptly stood up from his chair, as did Sherlock.

Both of their faces turned ugly.

No one knew what kind of hidden dangers Voldemort's Horcrux would have. The diary back then had already caused enough trouble for Hogwarts. What would happen to the locket now, they all thought If you don't come out, you don't dare to think about it.

Especially since it was brought on by Harry himself!

"We must go back to school as soon as possible now." Sherlock said in a deep voice.

Dumbledore didn't hesitate at all. He raised his arm and summoned Fox, and then he and Sherlock borrowed Fox's Apparition to go directly to Gryffindor's lounge.

They had listened to Kreacher for a long time at 12 Grimmauld Place, and now it was late at night and the lounge was empty.

Dumbledore and Sherlock didn't stop, they quickly found the bedroom where Harry was, and then pushed the door and walked in.

At the moment of entering the door, Sherlock's left arm had that familiar burning sensation!

This lifted his spirits~www.NovelMTL.com~ more certain that the locket hadn't had any other accident and was still here with Harry.

Ron and the others slept soundly, and the sound of Sherlock's door did not disturb them.

When they pulled the curtains off Harry's bed, it was already clear that he was wrong.

The expression on Harry's face was painful, his forehead was covered with sweat, and he was tossing and turning on the bed, and Sherlock saw the locket hanging by the head of his bed at a glance!

The locket was still glowing green, and without any hesitation, he reached out and took the Horcrux in his hand.

The burning sensation suddenly reached its peak, and then slowly disappeared, no longer stimulating Sherlock's sensory nerves.

The moment his hand touched the Horcrux, the green light on it disappeared, and Harry sat up abruptly from the bed.

He was breathing heavily, as if he had just experienced some strenuous exercise and was sweating profusely.

It was at this time that he saw Sherlock and Dumbledore.

Make a big tyrant. "Professor! The Death Eaters have escaped! They've all escaped! They've seen Voldemort! Lots of people! I saw Bagman and Karkaroff!"

Harry's voice was loud, and Ron, Seamus, Neville and Dean were all startled.

They all sat up from the four-poster bed, staring blankly at Sherlock and Dumbledore, wondering why the two of them suddenly came here.

Hearing Harry's words, Dumbledore and Sherlock looked at each other before he looked at Harry.

"Come on, Harry, you're probably not in the mood to sleep now. Come to my office and talk to us slowly."

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