hp Ouroboros

Harry very much suspected that the professors probably planned to torture every fifth grader with their homework until they had to crawl into the examination room. After finally finishing it, there were two parchments, and even Harry didn't know it. After he wrote some potion homework, he crawled back to the bed in the dormitory dejectedly.

Thinking of sitting on the bed and finishing the divination homework, but even though the homework that only requires some imagination to make up is already the easiest homework you can find this school year, Harry is so exhausted that there is nothing he can do, almost As soon as he touched the pillow, he fell asleep.

Vaguely, Harry dreamed of the room of DA *shielded keyword*, and he walked up and down in a group of classmates with confidence to guide everyone, but suddenly, they all disappeared, only he was left with a printed Funny Christmas decorations on his small face, and then Chris stood in front of him, her smiling eyes narrowed, the scene seemed a bit awkward, but Harry soon laughed happily along with Chris.

When he opened his eyes again, Harry found that a strange change had taken place in the dream. His body became soft, powerful and flexible. He slid between the shiny metal fences and on the dark and cold stones - sticking to the ground, The feel and perspective of gliding on the belly was weird, but it didn't bother Harry, who moved so deftly that it seemed like he was born to do it.

The light was dim, but he could see the light of objects around him, some strange, vivid colors.He turned his head and saw the empty hallway, a figure sitting on the ground with his head hanging on his chest, his silhouette flickering in the dimness.

Sticking out his tongue, he tasted the scent of the man sitting in front of the door at the end of the corridor, who Harry knew was alive and dozing off.

A longing surged up—he longed to bite that man!But he had to resist the urge...there were more important things to do...but suddenly the man woke up, he jumped up, and this bright, blurry silhouette stood before him, and Harry saw him Draw the wand from the side of the belt...

With no other choice, Harry straightened up, opened his mouth wide and slammed at the man... once, twice, three times, he thrust his sharp tusks deep into *masked keywords* into the man's skin.Harry could feel the ribs crumbling between his teeth, so vulnerable, it was as if he was biting not a hard bone but a brittle peanut.Hot blood splashed out, bringing a smell of iron, the man yelled in pain, but soon there was no sound, and he collapsed at the foot of the wall...

Blood all over the ground...his forehead hurts like hell, it looks like it's going to explode...

"Harry! Harry!" Harry opened his eyes suddenly, his whole body was drenched in cold sweat, only his forehead was hot and painful, as if a pair of hot pokers had been inserted.

"Harry!" Ron stood in front of the bed, as if terrified. There were still a few figures at the foot of the bed, but Harry couldn't see clearly. Wake up—the real Harry of the dream felt that his mouth now smelled of blood and iron.

"He's really sick," said a frightened voice, "do you want to call someone?"

"*blocked keyword* Dad," even though he and Ron had a falling out in fourth grade, they are at least normal friends now, especially since the Weasleys have treated him so well... He needs to tell Ron quickly ...

Barely suppressing the nausea in his mouth, Harry grabbed Ron beside him and said out of breath, his chest heaving, "*masked keywords* Dad?? Something happened??"

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"Zizi bee candy." Camille growled at the stone statue in front of him in a very bad tone.

The stone statue quickly jumped to the side, and even turned its head secretly, trying to hide its face in a corner where the visitor who seemed to be in a violent state in front of him could not see, but the wall behind the stone statue cracked in half, revealing the stone. Camille and Sylvia in their dressing gowns stepped up the stairs.

It was well past midnight, but as they approached the door of the headmaster's office, there was a hustle and bustle of voices in the room, as if Dumbledore was entertaining at least one *masked keyword*.

Sylvia pulled the animal-shaped door knocker and knocked three times. The voice inside suddenly stopped, and the door opened automatically. Sylvia pulled the thin coat she was wearing and walked into the office first.

Dumbledore stood in front of his desk, his piercing blue eyes looking straight at Sylvia and Camille as they walked in. Harry and Ron sat on the two wooden chairs in front of him, their faces pale. It was ugly, and Ron looked so terrified that he didn't even turn his head to see who had entered the room.

"What's the matter? Called us here so late." Sylvia asked, but she saw Harry's pale face and the panic and anxiety in his green eyes, she probably knew what was going on - Potter must be 'Look to what'.

"Harry had a dream..."

"That wasn't a dream!! I saw it! I was there!" Harry interrupted Dumbledore petulantly, something that had never happened before, but Dumbledore didn't seem to mind.

"Harry saw something." Dumbledore changed his words politely, but then his tone was much more serious, his blue eyes stared straight at Sylvia from above the half-moon glasses, "Arthur Way Sly was attacked, and Harry saw it, and our men had rescued Arthur, but... personally, I'd rather know how it happened..."

"There's no need to beat around the bush." ​​Sylvia raised the corners of her lips and sneered, "I taught Porter Legilimency. He's been practicing with me recently. Maybe stress and fatigue made him unconsciously use it while sleeping. the magic - so, Potter, what do you see?"

Harry gave Dumbledore a veiled glance at first, but the headmaster didn't look at him, so Harry turned his back and looked away, "I saw... Mr. Weasley was injured, bitten by a snake..." Harry paused, took a deep breath before continuing, "I think I... I seem to be the snake..."

"No, you're not." Sylvia walked up to Harry and brushed the hair on his forehead to look, "You're just too tired, as I said, it makes your soul weaker and looser, Unconsciously connected to 'that person'. On the bright side, at least we know another Horcrux - the snake - if the snake does not have the soul fragment of 'that person' attached to it, you There is absolutely no way to see things from a snake's point of view."

"I remember that I seemed to ask Harry to learn Occlumency." Dumbledore said suddenly, his white eyebrows furrowed slightly, and he didn't look very happy, "not the dangerous Legilimency."

"Potter and 'that person' are connected by a small piece of soul, so your approach is to keep Potter from participating in any activities of your Order of the Phoenix, not knowing any information, and then learn Occlumency to prevent The news leaked to 'that person'." Sylvia nodded, put her hands on her chest, and said bluntly, "I can understand all this, but unfortunately, Mr. Dumbledore, I don't know How well do you know the 'children' of Gryffindor, and if you really think you can learn Occlumency with Potter's temperament, then all I can say is that I'm concerned about your observation skills."

"Can't defend? Then you can only attack, Principal Dumbledore. With his eyes darkened, the savior who appeared from nowhere knows all the information against 'that person', and kneels down every day to pray for closing in the morning." Got a newspaper headline saying 'Big Devil sure *blocked keywords*'? Sorry, that's not my style."

When Dumbledore frowned and was about to speak, the door of the office was pushed open again, and Professor McGonagall led Fred, George, and Ginny in. All three were still in their pajamas, their hair was messy, and they looked panic-stricken.

"Harry! What's going on?" Ginny asked terrified, "Professor McGonagall said you saw Dad hurt..."

"Arthur was wounded while working for the Order of the Phoenix," said Dumbledore before Harry could speak, his voice old but calm and magical, and the Weasley children calmed down a little." He has been taken to St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries and Injuries, and I'm taking you back to Sirius's lodgings, which are easier to get to than the Burrow, and there you'll meet your mother."

Soon, Dumbledore sent the Weasleys and Harry away with the port key, and asked Professor McGonagall to find a way to get rid of Umbridge. Now only Sylvia, Camille and the old man were left in the principal's office. Principal.

Dumbledore looked at Sylvia, opened his mouth to say something, but quickly closed it again, then he sighed deeply, and walked slowly back to his seat.

There was silence in the room for a while, probably after some thought, Dumbledore said, "I hope you will not participate in Harry's...education, I think this word is better."

Sylvia sat down on the two chairs created by Camille and smiled amusedly, "You think I took the initiative to go to Potter and say, 'Come on, Potter, I want to teach you something' ? Me? Slytherin me?"

"Honestly, being a Slytherin, apart from Cam...maybe Granger *blocked keyword*, um... barely plus the Weasley twins, besides the four of them , other Gryffindors, I don't like any of them. Of course, this is a matter of personality incompatibility, and I can't force it. The point is, it's Potter's own forehead that hurts, and sees things he thinks are 'hallucinations' from time to time , and as the headmaster he most admires, that is, you, it seems that you haven't looked at Potter or spoken to him for months, so this poor 15-year-old who knows nothing about his fate Boy, you have to come to me. You didn't solve his problem, he came to me, out of the friendly concept of 'at least we are allies', I gave my personal solution, and he accepted it, it's that simple. "Sylvia blocked Dumbledore's words unceremoniously.

Sylvia stood up from her chair, intending to end the meeting tonight, but before she walked out of the room, she said to Dumbledore: "Principal Dumbledore, please understand that Potter is only a 15-year-old boy, and I Cam and Cam are only 17 years old. We all hope to get more news, and then think and solve problems by ourselves. This is a common phenomenon that happens to teenagers. But unfortunately, fate is not fair to us. Since he was a child *shielded keyword* has a life-and-death enemy, but he has not developed the ability to think independently and analyze intelligence, and even you continue to prevent him from obtaining information. Now, whether you want it or not, Potter and 'The guy' is getting more and more connected, and one day he's going to learn to tell the truth from the fake and what to prioritize, and I just hope that's not something he learns the hard way."