[HP] Companion

Holidays are decadent.

Even if Mrs. Cole had said "I'm better than Tom" before, she would never let me work.So I basically spent the first three days of the summer vacation in bed, only leaving the room for three meals.But that doesn't mean life is going to be easy for me. Every time I sleep, I'm surrounded by fights in the forest.

I was in a daze after waking up.

My dream has always been that one since I can remember.But now things have changed, and I believe more and more that my dream must have a special meaning.

At the same time, I felt fear again. Was it my mother who fell in the forest?Is she dead?At this time, I hope that this is just a ridiculous dream.

The feeling of wanting to know more but not knowing where to start makes me anxious. How can I see more things in my dreams?How can I find those people in the dream in reality?Was it my mother who died?Who hurt her?

I found the clue on the morning of the fourth day of vacation.I returned to my room after breakfast, intending to go to Diagon Alley to see if there were any books to help me unravel the mystery of this dream. I put on my robe, took Nagini, and once again experienced a knight public. The car came to the familiar Leaky Cauldron.

During the holiday, Diagon Alley was very lively. I walked all the way to Lihen Bookstore and met four or five familiar faces.The place with the most people is the Quidditch boutique. The latest Quidditch equipment is displayed in the glass cabinet at the entrance of the store. Both adults and children stop to watch - in the wizarding world, who doesn't like Quidditch.The midsummer sun shines on the earth, and walking on the crowded streets makes people sweat profusely within a short time.

Lihen Bookstore is also overcrowded.I ended up being pushed into a corner where the worst-selling books in bookstores were kept, including third-rate novels by unknown authors, introduction to prophecy by crazy wizards, and reports from publications that liked to suck up and always get it wrong.For example, in the book I opened, the report was advocating a backbone of the Ministry of Magic, but it didn't take long for this gentleman to be found to be in collusion with the saints.

At noon, the number of people in the bookstore gradually decreased. After all, textbooks cannot be eaten as meals.In the end, I chose three books, "Prophecy in Dreams", "Analysis of Dreams" and "Daydreams", all of which were written by famous authors.

I touched my wallet with heartache, and before I could take out the money, a person behind me had already reached out and paid for me.This is a strange man with black hair and black eyes. He is much taller than me. I looked at him in surprise, but he didn't care about my gaze. He took out his wand and used the shrinking spell to shrink the book into my hand. This is me. Only then did I remember to say: "Thank you, sir, do you know me?"

"This is not a good place to talk."

He turned and strode away, and I immediately followed behind him.Nagini wriggled on my arm, and I felt her uneasiness: "Alice, I think he's dangerous! You shouldn't just follow him..."

Of course I know how irrational it is to follow an adult wizard I don't know, but at this time curiosity prevails, and besides, in the crowded Diagon Alley, I don't think he will do anything.

Finally we came near Knockturn Alley, where there were not many people, and only then did he stop.We leaned against the wall, he squatted halfway and looked at me at the same level, I reached out to touch Nagini on my arm, her presence made my beating heart more or less stable.I held my breath, waiting for him to say something.

"You are Alice, Alice Hunter."

"How did you know?"

He sneered: "It seems that you didn't find the note."

note?

What note?

Without waving his wand, or even moving his hand, a note flew out of my pocket to me, in ornate handwriting: Knockturn Alley, I know who you are, Alice Hunter .

At this moment, my heart exploded directly.My mind was so full of questions that I almost lost my ability to think.When did this note appear in the pocket?I thought about my recent actions. There are no magicians in the orphanage, and it is impossible for them to say such a thing.I've been on the Knight Bus twice, and neither the conductor nor the passengers knew my name—no, maybe they did, slipped it into my pocket in the confusion, and it wasn't hard to do with magic.

He stood up and looked down at me with interest.His expression told me that I guessed wrong, so should I go forward?A little further on I was on platform nine and three quarters when Nagini jumped out and startled me, and Tom glanced at me through the crowd, and then... an impertinent student bumped into me.

Could it be that student?I felt chills in my back, what is the relationship between that student and this man?Why does he know my name?Does he know who I am?Who is he?

"Next time, I will have someone notify you directly. It seems that the note won't work for you."

"……who are you?"

"A man who won't hurt you," he held out a hand to me. "Let's talk somewhere else, if you will trust me."

Nagini obstructed me, but I put my hand on it anyway.This was the first time I experienced Apparition. I felt my body squeezed and the surrounding environment twisted and rotated. After a few years, I will use the metaphor of "riding the roller coaster in Gringotts" to describe the experience of Apparition. Feelings, but this is all I can say, nausea and vomiting.After spinning around for a while, I finally touched the ground, and I staggered to my feet.At this time, I really wanted to find a place to retch, but thinking that there was another person in front of me, I couldn't hold back the feeling of vomiting.I can't lose face in front of other people, absolutely not.

"Good performance. Generally speaking, people who apparate for the first time will be very embarrassed, not to mention you are so old."

"So... what are you trying to tell me?"

I was dizzy, and it took me a while to look at the place he brought me. I was taken by him to an uninhabited hillside. In summer, the grass was lush, and there were nameless wild flowers everywhere. The towering trees sway in the wind.The sky was cloudy, the air smelled of rain and mud, and the rare wind blew away the boredom of summer and gradually cooled down my mood.I put one hand in my pocket and gripped my wand, though if he really wanted to do something - I couldn't escape.

It's too dangerous.Like Nagini said, it's too dangerous.

"You are studying at Hogwarts now?"

"It's going to be the second grade soon."

"You live in an orphanage?"

"Yes."

He told me some things like a family chat, and he didn't care about my vigilance.Finally, the dark clouds squeezed out the water droplets as expected, and the raindrops soaked the emerald green hillside, and he ended the chat: "Hellmann——if you encounter any trouble, write to the Hellman family, your owl will know where to send it."

Hellmann?

"I'm not your family, I just had contact with your family. Knowing your existence is also a chance. Some things should not be said by me, everything is decided by your family."

He was about to turn and leave before my mind was full of questions, and I grabbed his sleeve in a panic: "What is Heilmann? My family? Is my mother there? I dreamed about her in my dream, and later She fell in a forest, is that her? Is she still alive?"

From the beginning of our conversation, this man's face has not changed, he has always maintained an indifferent look, as if all this is not what he cares about.However, after I said these words, he turned his back slowly to me, with a complex and elusive expression, and his tone was heavy: "You said... a dream?"

"Since I can remember, I have been repeating the same dream. My parents stood at the gate of the orphanage and said they would take me away. These days, I dreamed that she fell in the forest again. There were many people in the forest, and some people wore wearing a mask."

"Listen, Alice," he reached out and rubbed my hair. "Don't let others know about this. No one can know. Protect yourself."

So my dream is really not simple?Is this something dangerous?

I have no way of knowing all this.When I woke up, I was already lying on the bed in the orphanage.The next day I wrote to the Heilman he said, which should be the name of a family. Anyway, I put my trust in my owl.She flew back and forth for a week, making me wonder if she got lost or was almost caught and roasted, and this beautiful little girl pecked my finger to express my displeasure at not trusting her.

But Hellman didn't reply to my letter, which made me wonder if I had sent the letter, or if the man had been playing tricks on me, anyway, something must have gone wrong.

Day after day, Hellman still hadn't sent me a letter.I began to suspect that this was a prank, and that I shouldn't trust a man who appeared out of the blue.

But who would go to such lengths to pull off this prank?

I kept making inferences, and I kept disproving my own ideas.I was distracted, with endless dreams at night and no desire to read during the day.It was an ordeal.If the man's purpose was to torture me, he did it very well.

Fortunately, Nagini was with me.After the conversation that day, she was also cast with a stun spell, and she didn't know how she came back.In front of her, I tried my best to restrain my emotions and not show that anxiety.She would ask me occasionally, and I just sent it away with vague words.

I never looked forward to Heilman's letter. After a summer vacation, a year, or several years later, I did not receive a reply.In the end, this conversation was thrown into the corner of my memory and covered in dust, only the phrase "No one can know, protect yourself" has always reminded me.

A week later, Tom came back.