[HP] bat

【Chapter 49】

Because that group of escapees disappeared after leaving Azkaban, except for the overwhelming arrest warrants, they did not have a long-lasting black influence on the wizarding world.

Wizards' lives returned to their usual trajectories.

The Prophet began to repeat the same old tune day after day, as if what happened in the past few days was an illusion.The teachers in Hogwarts comforted the students not to be afraid, this castle is the safest place in the wizarding world.Diagon Alley seemed to be bustling in the past, with wizards coming and going, so lively.

……

After the situation in the wizarding world suddenly boiled after the Azkaban escape incident, it calmed down so strangely.

Except for the Harry Potter dreams.

The savior of the wizarding world is still lingering in this strange dream every day, and the lingering coldness is always entangled in this dream, like a big snake staring at you in the dark.

Harry was annoyed by changing perspectives every day, but he still fought Voldemort in a mess in his dreams.

The Dark Lord, who thought he had successfully invaded Harry's brain, never thought that this 16-year-old wizard could control his mind so tightly.He still acts as the host of "A Date with the Dark Lord" every day, tempting and encouraging Harry to go to the Ministry of Magic.

The Dark Lord laid a trap, waiting for Harry to step on it.

But I don't know who is inviting whom into the urn.

Time flies by as Harry and Voldemort compete.

Whether this paragraph is long or short, it just makes the little animals of Hogwarts wait until the date of the final exam.

At any time, the exam is a kind of torture for the students, but at the same time, it is not easy for the teachers. Both sides are holding their last breath with the idea that it will be bright after this period of hard work.

Oh - the beautiful holidays are just around the corner!

It's almost time for the last day of exams.

In the morning, the little lion of Gryffindor faced the facts of the last History of Magic exam with a tragic face, but Malfoy Manor was still calm.

At noon, all the small animals in the hospital were infected by the atmosphere of the exam, and began to cram their feet. These few days of sharpening their guns made them more nervous—why haven’t they seen this before!Harry was one of the few people who didn't do this. He sat by the window of the common room, as if he was looking at the scenery by the window, and he didn't know where he was distracted until he looked carefully.

Ron simply gave up on taking a nap.

No word from Malfoy yet.

Until the afternoon Harry curled his mouth and fell asleep during his History of Magic exam.

Voldemort ran into Harry's head again.

Harry entered the long, dark corridor of the Ministry of Magic.

Then the body involuntarily came to a room on the side.

The haughty man made a smug expression with his strange facial features, condescendingly looking down at the limp prey on the floor.

The poor prey had Harry's familiar figure on it. A head of half-length black hair was wet there, and the color was wrong in several places. The hair there seemed to be clotted by something—it was blood!Blood that has changed color!

The man didn't know when he was caught and how long he was tortured.

Now it was as if his whole body had been torn apart, as weak as a piece of rotten flesh.

Harry, who was not a dream operator, looked at this scene with anger and palpitations.

The savior recognized it, lying there must be his godfather!

Voldemort seemed to know that there was a frightened audience here, and he staged a more cruel performance for this audience with malicious intentions.

He left where he was standing now, and let the Death Eaters around him throw a curse at the man on the ground from time to time.

"Do not--"

The roar of the boy in the dream had no effect at all, he could only watch Sirius tremble a few times under the curse - this man seemed to have no ability to turn over and move to avoid it.His arms kept trying to prop himself up, his face was pressed against the stone floor, his expression contorted by pain, but the light in those bright eyes did not go out - the man of the Black family spoke with a kind of madness. He insisted on looking at the person who was tormenting him in front of him.

His eyes clearly said - "You bunch of rubbish"!

Sirius' gaze annoyed the Death Eater, and a curse was thrown on him again.

"--ah--"

The cry of pain that he wanted to hold back was uttered in blood.The low hoarse voice with the smell of blood made Harry's heart tremble.

"Stop—stop—"

Harry still could only stand aside doing useless work, he couldn't get close to it.

He stared hard at the cloaked men who were laughing at Sirius' cutlery with his bloodshot green eyes.Every face, the unforgettable hatred, he wants to remember them in his heart.

Frustrated.

Time passed beyond Harry's control.

Gradually, the tormented Sirius even lowered his original "humming" sound - one of his arms has been disabled, but a wizard healed it and let another wizard break it in another way .

After resting enough, Voldemort walked up to Sirius again.

"Blake, do you feel that death is a luxury?" Voldemort said.

"Don't worry, as long as you bring that thing to me, this endless torture will naturally come to an end. You will die like a member of the Order of the Phoenix."

Voldemort's words drew flattering laughs from the other Death Eaters.

"For, for the pussy-squealing show you've put on us for the last few hours."

Voldemort held up the wand with the platinum nobility, "Now let's see how long you've been so stubborn. We'll just have to wait and see—"

"Bell—bell—"

The sound of the exam ending woke Harry up from this dream.The savior who returned to reality was not as excited as in the dream, just like a person who had nothing happened, he should hand in the test papers and leave the examination room.

After walking out of the examination room that was enchanted with special magic, Harry received a letter as expected.

From, Malfoy.

If Voldemort in the dream could see Harry now, he would have noticed the smile on the boy's face.It's like laughing at an extremely stupid idiot who doesn't know the heights of the sky and the earth.But Harry quickly turned into an impatient state and came to his friends who were waiting for him.

"Harry, Harry. I'm looking for something. Do you want a correct answer? I'm not sure if I remember the fifth question and the 13th question wrong, but I clearly remember..."

"Hermione, Ron, I 'dreamed' that hallway again just now," Harry said to an agitated two friends who were also insiders who knew Harry was plagued by 'dreams'.

"You said you dreamed just now! Harry, did you fall asleep during the exam!" Aunt Hermione, who just woke up from the exam, might still be stuck in the Goblin Rebellion or somewhere else, a rare catch. wrong focus.

"Brother, you are so cool! I really want to do this too!" Ron looked yearning.Well, this is another poor student who has not yet come out of the shadow of the exam.

Harry with the black face on the side decided to pretend he didn't hear this, "I'm sure Padfoot is there."

["In the Department of Mysteries there's a room full of shelves full of glass balls, and they're at the end of the 97th shelf! There's something he wants, and he wants to use Sirius to get it !He's torturing Sirius and says he's going to kill Sirius in the end!"]

"He's going to die! If we don't save Padfoot, he's going to die!" Harry's neck was red with anxiety.Apparently the boy was terrified by the impending death of his only relative.

"Could it be fake? Maybe it's just a dream?" Hermione even doubted her own words. "Let's get in touch first."

But to their disappointment, the connection with No. 12 seemed to be cut off by something.This time, unlike Mr. Weasley's incident, Hermione tried everything she knew but failed.

Gryffindor's goddess of wisdom, Hermione, thought about the seriousness of the matter quickly, then nodded and said to inform Professor McGonagall.Only then did Ron and Harry follow behind the little witch as if they had found their backbone.

And Harry's position was slightly behind Ron, and he saw his friend's anxious back and the surrounding environment all in his eyes.

But there is no worry in my heart.

He squinted, wondering if Voldemort was dissatisfied with what he saw through his eyes.

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Harry: Everything is under control.It's a pity that someone is going to die ==+

The author has something to say:

I was basically preparing for the school sports meeting last week, so I didn't say anything to my friends, I'm ashamed. (Because I thought I would have the energy to code, but I overestimated myself, and I fully understand what it means to be absent-minded)

Make up for the difference in these two days.

Two updates today.

Hope for more support ==+