HP wanders to the end

Harry wandered the corridors of Hogwarts like a ghost.

He couldn't integrate himself into this dream, like a spectator watching a drama, and he couldn't equate himself with an actor on the stage.

Everyone has looked at him, and many people have asked him "Are you okay?" But when he confides his troubles, none of these people can answer him.

Harry couldn't find anyone to talk to, and every time he saw their faces, although they weren't the same, their faces were all his former classmates, but he couldn't help himself to wonder if these people were his own faces!

Talking to himself is meaningless, so how lonely does it have to be for him to talk to himself endlessly?

Harry felt that he was sick, his state of mind was turning sick.

He knew that he was in a very bad state, but it was difficult for him to stop this process.

He is now like a locomotive that is out of control. Even if he slams on the brakes hard, the train will rush forward uncontrollably.

He had to figure out a way to get out of the dream quickly, or he would be lost in this dream in no time.

I'm afraid it's a bit impossible to find it just based on his will now.Perhaps these students carry his memory and a part of his consciousness, but because the students themselves are limited, so their knowledge is also limited?

He still wanted to find someone to help him find a way out of the predicament, but it was impossible in reality, but some people still couldn't find it in the dream.If the image represents the level of consciousness, Harry is still willing to ask the professor.

Harry has been stuck here for so many days, and the people who come and go have their own logic.As long as they don't delve into Harry's own unclear issues, then there is no difference between them and real people. They each have their own opinions, and their interactions will not appear numb and false.

It also gave Harry the last glimmer of hope.This time he wanted to go to Professor Dumbledore, even if it was just an image created from his memory and his own consciousness, Harry would try it.

Dumbledore was supposed to be in his headmaster's office, and Harry went to the door without his invitation.

He knew that Dumbledore would meet him.

Sure enough, he just stood in front of the stone monster for a while, and it suddenly jumped away.

Harry walked in a little eagerly.

Dumbledore was sitting in the chair behind the desk, just as he remembered, so benevolent.Those blue eyes can tolerate all stormy seas.

"Harry, come and sit." Dumbledore raised his hand, and a chair was already facing Harry.

Harry took a breath and sat up.

"You look urgent, do you want a drink?" Dumbledore asked gently.

Harry looked at Dumbledore, with mixed feelings of nostalgia and admiration in his eyes, and it was difficult to see what it meant.When Dumbledore looked at him, Harry didn't look away, he looked Dumbledore straight in the eye, and took the water that Dumbledore offered him.

With a little honey added, it tastes warm and delicious, not too sweet, and seems to take care of his taste.

"Harry, what problem have you encountered?" Harry was not in a good state recently at Hogwarts.Dumbledore also paid attention to Harry, and he knew Harry's situation very well.

It's just why Harry was so confused, but Dumbledore didn't know the reason.Sometimes Harry was lonely in the crowd.

Harry nodded, comforted by Dumbledore's performance, he began to say, "I...Professor Dumbledore, would you believe me if I said that this is all just a dream of mine?"

Desperate for help, he was outspoken with Dumbledore.

"Why do you think so? Do you think that the people around you are not real?" Dumbledore asked.

From his expression, it was impossible to tell whether he believed Harry's words or not.

Harry shook his head, lowered his eyes, stared at the steaming honey water in his hand, frowned and said, "I was asleep, but I held Fox's feather in my hand, and then I fell into a dream.

"The original dream was a white mist, and I didn't know the direction. But I didn't expect Fox's feather to follow me into the dream. It flew away from my palm, and I chased it for a long time until it stopped moving, and I followed stop."

When he said this, facing Dumbledore's eyes, he felt a little unsustainable.

"Then the feather disappeared, and you returned to the Hogwarts hall?" Dumbledore continued for him.

Harry hadn't expected Dumbledore to give that reason, and he stared at Dumbledore in amazement, wondering how he knew.

"Take it easy, Harry," laughed Dumbledore, his beard quivering at his laugh, "there's no Fawkes here."

After hearing his words, Harry suddenly looked around the headmaster's office. Sure enough, there was only Fox's shelf, but Fox didn't exist.