[HP] love

That night, Hill slept extremely restlessly.

The scene he dreamed about during the holiday last time invaded his night again. Hill once again dreamed that he was shuttling through the muddy cave. This time it seemed that the surrounding environment was much clearer. He could even smell the stench around .

Still advancing slowly, still intermittently hearing the sound of large animals sliding, and still feeling the creepy feeling when danger is approaching.Hill walked in a daze in the cave that already knew what was going to happen, terrified in his heart, but couldn't stop.

Sure enough, a pair of huge brass-colored eyes came to him in an instant, and Hill felt his whole body stiffen. When he opened his eyes, he had already returned to reality.He watched the curtain above his head playfully shake, and his heart became heavier.He vaguely felt that everything he saw in the dream seemed to have some meaning, maybe it was heralding something.

Hill already had some guesses in his mind, but he really didn't want to admit that what the Stokes in those portraits said was correct!The awakening of the bloodline of the nightmare seems to him to be nonsense, but what is the dream now?Hill sighed, feeling that his life was in utter chaos.

"Have you heard that a Gryffindor was petrified!" Hill heard the news just after he came to the common room from the dormitory.The person who posted the message was actually last year's classmate Walter, who was sitting on the sofa with a mysterious face, as if he was waiting for Hill to come over to hear the news.

"What?" Hill exclaimed in a small voice in surprise, "This time the one petrified is a student?"

"Yeah, a first-year Gryffindor." Walter nodded.

"I've warned them a long time ago that Muggles should drop out of school and go home as soon as possible, and the heir of Slytherin will not be relentless!" Draco turned down the stairs and said excitedly, "The admirer of the savior is finally in his I was petrified under the aura of Gryffindor, it seems that this time the Gryffindors should learn their lesson!"

"Draco, are you fully recovered?" Hill asked, yesterday he saw Xiaolong's frowning face in pain, but now there was an obvious word "excited" written on his face.

"Sill!" Draco's eyes lit up when he saw Hill talking to himself, and his expression became more colorful, "It's true that the pain is gone, but I will never let that scar go!"

"It's fine." Saying that, Hill couldn't resist stretching out his hand and patting him on the shoulder.

"Don't bother with my dad," Draco said after hesitating, "I'll make it clear to him!"

"Understood." Hill nodded indifferently, and said casually.Worrying about Mr. Malfoy's censure was only a small part of his mind now, and Hill's mind was almost completely occupied by that strange dream.

Almost within the time of a meal, the news that Gryffindor's Colin Creevey was petrified spread throughout the Hogwarts campus.If a cat is petrified, and this cat still belongs to Filch, it is a very happy thing for little wizards; but when a person is petrified, and this person still follows the Savior every day Things get a little different when there are admirers behind him.

The panic that had just calmed down a few days ago spewed out again, and the air seemed to be filled with the smell of fear. Even the originally calm people panicked in this atmosphere.For a time, people in Hogwarts were in a panic, and the Hufflepuffs were almost frightened. Even Neville of Gryffindor held a big purple glass ball in front of his eyes every day.

"I hope Granger is next." Draco said indifferently, and Crabbe and Goyle laughed for a long time behind him, which made him feel complacent again.And Hill could clearly see that the Gryffindors behind him were blushing with anger, and Ron even wanted to rush over, but was pulled away by Hermione.

"Draco, you should have class in the morning?" Hill asked.

"Merlin, that damn Defense Against the Dark Arts! I really don't want to watch Scarhead's terribly bad acting anymore!" Draco walked away with the two big men depressed, and Hill looked at it out of the corner of his eye. Looking at the Gryffindors behind them, they had already gone far.

"So, Hill, are you going back to the dormitory later?" Allen asked, leaning his head.

"No, I have something else to do." Hill smiled at Alan and said, the other really shrugged and stopped asking.

Hill plunged into the stacks of books in the Room of Requirement.

He was eager to know what was going on in his dream. If the dream was really related to reality, then maybe what he dreamed was one of the ways to solve the problem of that piece of soul.Closing the "Secret of the Soul" that he had just read, Hill shook his head and opened the "Secret of the Evil Soul". Knowledge has increased a lot, but still no clues have been found.

But Hill also made a discovery.I still remember that he was very interested in the alchemy of the soul when he was in the fourth grade, but now that he really has a deep understanding, he finds that he really seems to have this talent.Words that originally seemed abstruse, but coherent in the whole sentence seem to be particularly easy to understand.Thinking of this, Hill couldn't help squinting his eyes, and he thought of the so-called nightmare bloodline again.

Shaking his head, he once again focused on the book in his hand, and stopped thinking about such illusory things.This "Evil Soul Secret Art" is obviously more profound and vicious than the previous one. It seems that all magic belongs to the category of black magic, and some of them seem to make people shudder.In fact, this can be seen from the cover. He still remembers being shocked by the face without eyes when he saw the book for the first time.

Hill unconsciously flipped through the book in his hand, and suddenly seemed to remember something, and quickly turned to the front a few pages. The word "Horcrux" hung brightly on the top of the page.

"Sill, what's wrong with you?" Draco looked at his friend with some concern. Since he returned to the common room half an hour ago, something has been wrong.He looked worried, as if he was thinking about something difficult to solve.

"It's nothing." Hill forced a smile to Draco who was sitting on the opposite sofa, "It's just that I'm a little tired from studying recently, I think I need to go back to the dormitory to sleep first."

"Well, if you think it's right." Draco was very Slytherin at the moment, and after saying this, he just watched Hill go up the stairs back to the dormitory.

Lying on the bed, Hill drew the curtains around him. In this closed space, he seemed to be able to stop his mind and really want to understand something.Now he felt chills all over his body, and a chill slowly spread from the bottom of his heart to his whole body along the blood.What Hill hopes most now is that his guess is wrong.It never occurred to him that the locket could be such a vicious thing!Although he already had a feeling, when he really faced this fact, he was still taken aback by the horror of the matter.

If Slytherin's locket is indeed a Horcrux, then it must contain the Dark Lord's own soul.This is what Hill can best convince himself that this guess is a deadly weapon for mistakes. These things are all done to avoid the pursuit of powerful enemies. The Dark Lord was at its peak back then, and there was absolutely no need to split his soul. !

But, if it wasn't the Horcrux of the Dark Lord, who could it be?

Hill bit his lip, thinking of the Malfoy's notebook again.If Slytherin's locket is a Horcrux, then the book that scares me should be the same thing!In other words, if the Dark Lord really made his soul into a Horcrux, then he split at least two pieces!

Why is he doing this?Who is the rab who stole the Horcrux?Why did Lucius collect this kind of thing, or is he not a Death Eater controlled by the Imperius Curse as he himself said?

All the questions flooded Hill's mind at once, but he couldn't answer any of them.Hill closed his eyes, thinking of his father who was killed by the Dark Lord, a feeling of powerlessness filled his heart, which would not dissipate for a long time.

Looking at the announcement in front of him, Hill was a little speechless. He didn't understand why Allen pulled himself here with excitement.

"Look, Duel Club!" Allen's eyes lit up, "Do you want to join, Hill?"

He turned his head to look at Edwin, who was still expressionless, and saw the helplessness in the eyes of the other party, "Of course... no." Hill spit out decisive words.

"Why?" Allen asked a little strangely, "Haven't you always been interested in this kind of thing? You said in the first grade that you wanted to practice fighting skills!"

Hill secretly rolled his eyes, the first grade can only be called a child's game, remembering this kind of words to this day, I have to praise Alan's memory. "I don't want to participate now, and who knows who the instructor is?"

"It should be the dean, otherwise this kind of announcement wouldn't be posted in our common room." Allen answered naturally.

"I don't think so, but I wish you good luck." Hill curled his lips. He really doesn't like this club. Besides, there are too many things that bother him recently. He doesn't want to add more projects to his life.

Edwin also said that he would not participate, so while the two were sitting in the common room drinking tea, Allen walked out of the cellar alone.However, he came back in less than half an hour, with a lot of terrified Slytherins behind him, and of course, his own expression was not much better.

"Merlin, Harry Potter is actually a Parseltongue!"