if i am not me

In the darkness, he tried his best to open his eyes wide to see everything in front of him. The surrounding objects seemed to have become particularly tall, and low whispers echoed in the air, which made his ears itchy and unpleasant at the same time. Makes you want to cover your ears.He frowned, the atmosphere here made him feel uncomfortable, but his body continued to move forward uncontrollably, getting closer and closer to the glimmer of light in front of him, which was also the source of the voice.Suddenly, a sharp male voice pierced through his eardrums, and the murmur that was originally indistinct became clear in an instant.

"I want him to come to me completely..."

The meaningless words sent a chill down his spine, and at the same time, an inexplicable fear rose in his heart.However, the intermittent voice still drilled into his brain uncontrollably, and even made him feel a wave of emotion quickly in his heart.In an instant, anger and joy were all mixed together, causing his already severely suppressed heart to suddenly feel like vomiting.

"...the plan has been made, Master..." Wei Wei Nuo Nuo's voice trembled as he said something, but he felt the feeling of vomiting getting stronger. "But... the map... we need your... help..."

He felt that his head was getting more dizzy, and those voices seemed to be disturbed, and gradually became hazy, so that he could no longer hear clearly.

"Go...my... put him..."

Neville, who was originally asleep, opened his eyes violently, his protruding eyeballs seemed to stare out of his sockets, but the tingling sensation did not bring him back to his sanity in a short time.After a long time, his eyelashes trembled slightly, and he gradually separated from the dream just now.

Sweat flowed down his forehead to his neck, but Neville didn't intend to wipe it off. At this moment, his heart seemed to still have the anger and depression he had just before he woke up, and he felt as if he was burned by a red-hot wire. A burning pain also came from the scar on his forehead.

Putting a hand to his forehead, Neville tried to sit up.However, before he could sit still, a heart-piercing pain made him fall back on the bed again, causing the bed to shake violently.Looking at the top of the curtain, Neville sucked in the air, trying to relieve the uneasiness and physical discomfort caused by that weird dream.It wasn't until he felt his strength return to him that Neville sat up slowly again.

This time he finally sat down and rested for a few minutes. He lifted the messy quilt and walked slowly towards the table in the middle of the dormitory—he needed a glass of water. It brought pain and made him very thirsty.

Fumbling in the dark to pour himself a glass of water, Neville poured it all into his mouth without hesitation, and he didn't feel a little better until he drank the second glass of water.

Looking out the window, he knew that it was impossible to continue to sleep tonight.Scanning the beds in the dormitory that were tightly covered by curtains, Neville sat down by the window as lightly as possible, and opened the window a crack.At this time, the bright moonlight still shrouded the peaceful land, and enjoying the coolness of the night wind, Neville looked at his pale fingers through the moonlight.

Turning his fingers flexibly, Neville couldn't imagine why in his dream he had the illusion that he had no limbs at all.A dark room, a winding corridor and a broken sofa, this is the only thing he can describe now, and the only thing he can remember.And that voice...

"Neville?" Suddenly, Ron's voice sounded in the dormitory, but the person whose name he called seemed to be unaware.

When Ron lifted the curtain, he saw Neville covering his forehead and staring blankly at the night sky.And the commotion caused by his carelessness finally brought Neville back to his senses.

Seeing Ron who got off the bed and walked towards him, Neville was startled, and asked in a daze, "Why are you awake?"

Hearing this question, Ron couldn't help frowning, looked at Neville's hand covering his scar, and asked, "I still have to ask you, why don't you sit here and look at the moon when you don't sleep at night... "

Hearing this, Neville raised the corners of his mouth in a forced way, and said lightly, "It's nothing, it's just that I couldn't sleep." At this time, his scar was still aching, but he didn't want his friend to be troubled by a nightmare of his own, so he Qiang cheered up and smiled.

"Dude, I'm not the one who dozes off while doing homework." Seeing Neville's smile, Ron could only suppress the weird feeling and doubts in his heart, walked up to him and sat down, handing over a piece of paper. The sugar you picked up when you passed the table just now. "Tomorrow morning is Snape's class, you have to keep your spirits up..."

Knowing his friend's worry, he nodded with a smile, and peeled off the candy ball wrapped in bright candy paper and put it in his mouth.In an instant, the sweet taste spread from the tip of his tongue to the entire mouth, making Neville feel as if even the annoying pain had been slightly relieved.

"Okay, you go on to sleep, I'll be fine after a while." Patting the sleepy Ron next to him, Neville looked at him who kept yawning and rubbing his eyes in a funny way, and said softly .

Ron saw that Neville seemed to be fine, so he didn't say anything more, and returned to his bed with three steps. Before drawing the curtains, he still squinted his eyes that were about to close, and told him to still sit by the window. Neville, "Go to bed early."

"Mm." Neville smiled reassuringly, and he didn't sigh until Ron's curtain was tightened again. 'Sleep again? '

How could he still be able to sleep.

The morning at Hogwarts was still as quiet and peaceful as ever. Harry and Draco walked leisurely with their schoolbags on the way to the restaurant. Beside them, Crabbe and Goyle, two men who usually only liked to talk about food, But the boy uncharacteristically talked about other topics.

"You know, those Hufflepuff fools always say that Diggory will be a warrior."

"They're stupid. Blaise said that even if Flint was a warrior, it wouldn't be Diggory."

Yes, the Triwizard Tournament.Since the beginning of school, the Triwizard Tournament has occupied most of the lives of the students, and whenever they open their mouths to chat, this topic will inevitably be involved.And when the students of Beauxbatons and Durmstrang were about to arrive, the Triwizard Tournament almost became the center of their life and study.

Of course, it won't be the center of Harry and Drake.After knowing Harry's true identity, the two became more and more busy. They had too many things to think about, and likewise, there were too many things to prepare for.

Bear the brunt of Harry's physical problems.A boy who was killed was not in the family grave, but was picked up by an old man in a garbage dump the day after his death. Regardless of whether Harry Potter died on the spot when he was attacked, at least haha When Li woke up, he was indeed far away from that so-called home.

Second, James and Lily don't seem to have mentioned to Leo that he had an older brother, even though the "brother" had died.In addition, judging from the results of the investigation entrusted to Lucius by Draco, it also showed that there was no boy named Harry in the Potter family, which made Harry very puzzled.After all, the reality they found was too different from Wormtail's memory.

From this, Harry can only draw one conclusion—the existence of Harry Potter has been deliberately obliterated.

Harry remembered how Lily and James had behaved more than he had expected when they saw his face and knew his name.They seemed to be surprised only by the resemblance between him and them, not because they thought of their eldest son - Harry Potter.

However, there are some unsettling factors in it.Lily's sudden gaffes, enthusiasm, and the doubt and confusion that flashed in her eyes; Snape's deliberate ignorance in the past three years, Lupine's unusual reactions and performances, and those memories that are related to him in history All kinds of differences, everything seems to be implying something to him.

But now they are still ignorant.After rummaging through all the materials and files they could think of, all they could get were the superficial "truths" back then, but what they really wanted to know was hidden too deep, too deep.

"Do you want some raspberry jam? It's delicious on bread." As soon as the two sat down at the table, Gore blinked and shook a piece of bread in front of them.Draco smiled gracefully, took the bread that had been spread with jam and handed it to Harry. At the same time, Crabbe put the bread he had made on Draco's dinner plate.

"It would be great with honey milk tea, if you like," Crabbe whispered to Harry, with the demeanor of a gourmet.In their opinion, both Harry and Draco were on the thin side and should eat more.

Showing a shallow smile, Harry accepted the suggestion. In terms of food, they were indeed inferior to Crabbe and Goyle at the professional level.While nibbling on the bread and looking at the brand-new restaurant, Harry felt that even a school like Hogwarts couldn't get rid of formalism.

The castle undergoes a thorough cleaning for the Triwizard Tournament.

There was no trace of dust on the mirror and glass, and the color of the carpet became bright and bright. All the portraits were spotlessly clean, and some of the pictures that were not clean were simply taken from the wall Down, so that the people in the painting have to curse and try to squeeze themselves into the small space of other portraits.Those armors that always creaked are now polished and oiled, and now they walk at night without that horrible creaking sound.

Of course, it's not just the castle itself that has changed.As that day approached, the teachers became a little irritable, and Filch jumped up and down the castle all day long, eager to scrape all the mud off the students' leather shoes.

Finally, in the melancholy eyes of the students looking at the hourglass of their respective colleges, October [-]th arrived.

When the students passed by the hall yawning, they were surprised to find that the entire hall was completely renovated overnight.Five huge silk banners hang down from the ceiling, except for the one in the middle that depicts the Hogwarts school emblem, the other four each represent a school.

Ron waved his long arms excitedly, and said happily, "The banquet tonight will definitely be more exciting! I don't know what to eat..."

Seeing Ron's shaking hands, Hermione frowned in disgust, "Ron, you're in the corridor now, you'll hit other students."

"What's the matter, there's no one around now." Pouted in disdain, Ron retorted in a low voice, but obediently put his hands back into his pockets. "By the way, Harry, I heard from Seamus that Beauxbatons is a girls' school, and all the girls here this time!"

Hearing Beauxbaton's school, Harry immediately thought of "Slimy Phlegm", the beautiful and proud warrior who finally married Bill Weasley's Beauxbaton—Fleur Delacour①.Stroking his extremely smooth chin, Harry nodded resolutely, raised the corners of his mouth and glanced at Hermione, who seemed to be still calm, and said loudly deliberately, "That's right, and they must be very good girls."

Neville also became interested when he heard that, and immediately broke the news that he had received the first time, "I heard that there will be French dishes specially prepared for them in the evening. Ah——I met Fred and George in the bathroom just now, they The two of you only found out last night after a trip to the kitchen."

"Hmph!" With a soft snort, Hermione turned away from listening to them.Just as Lavender and a few other Gryffindor girls passed by them, Hermione gave Ron a faint look, and then went to talk to those girls.

And Ron said a long time after Hermione left, "She stared at me?"

Seeing Ron's stunned look, Harry and Neville nodded and shook their heads again - she was right to see, but that's not staring, right?

"Why is she staring at me? I don't even care about her talking about me." Ron didn't pay attention to the teasing reactions of his friends, and still stared at the direction Hermione left with a puzzled expression, looking annoyed.

Neville shook his head helplessly, and decided not to get involved with these two people.At this time, Draco, who had been silent by the side, suddenly walked up to the smiling Harry, leaned into his ear and whispered, "It seems that you know about Beauxbatons very well." Without paying attention, he bit Harry's earlobe.

The tingling pain from his earlobe made Harry startled slightly, and looked at Draco who was expressionless at this time full of doubts.And Draco didn't speak anymore, just turned his head and started to look at the sky and the ground to look at the portrait, but he just didn't look at him.

Harry was really a little dumbfounded at this moment, what's going on with Draco's eccentricity... Wasn't he fine just now?

Trying to recall the scene just now, Harry stuck to Draco with innocent green eyes.Slowly, as if thinking of something, the corners of his mouth began to tilt to the sides unconsciously.

Could it be...

Is this kid jealous...?