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Chapter 330 Harry's Nightmare

"He was rescued and now I have no alternatives. Not only that, but he also said so much"

Harry only felt his forehead hurt like hell, but he still insisted on looking at the environment in this dark room.

He could barely see a trembling figure kneeling on the ground, that person seemed to be terrified, his body was shaking like chaff, and he looked like he wanted to beg but didn't dare to beg.

"It's a good thing the Minister of Magic was an idiot but now you've surprised me again. Wormtail. Really a big surprise"

It was only when "I" spoke, that Harry noticed that the man kneeling on the ground was Pettigrew Peter, who escaped last semester!

Peter seemed to be terrified, and he choked up crying bitterly.

"I don't want to. I don't want to become such a master, but I can't help it. Remus, that bastard. That bastard bit me."

"Then why didn't you say it earlier! If you weren't found out, what are you going to do! Keep dragging on until I need you. You don't make a sound and use that dirty blood to harm me!"

"No! No. Master, I am just not ready yet. I am your most loyal servant. I will definitely not harm you or hide it from you. I am just not ready yet..."

Peter's cries echoed in the dark room.

"I" became quiet, which made Harry a little uneasy, he thought it was "I" who found something wrong.

But this was obviously because he was thinking too much, the silence only lasted for half a minute, and "I" spoke again.

"You should be thankful that you still have the credit for finding me. Otherwise, I will let you become Nagini's food today! Now there are two fewer candidates in preparation...The next thing about Harry's side must not be Make another mistake!"

As if he had been pardoned, Peter collapsed to the ground without bones. At this time, he still didn't forget to flatter "himself".

"My lord, your arrangement is perfect! Surely there will be no problem. As for a servant like me who is devoted to you wholeheartedly, it is not difficult to find, like."

When Harry heard this, he suddenly felt dizzy, and then the pain on his forehead suddenly intensified, and he returned to the divination class in the next second.

The severe pain caused Harry to roll from his seat to the ground, and everyone in the classroom noticed his abnormal behavior.

"Are you all right?" Ron said.

"Of course he has something to do!" Trelawney looked very excited, her eyes fixed on Harry, and she approached him eerily. "What's going on, Potter? A portent? A phantom? What did you see?"

"It's nothing," Harry lied, sitting up, feeling himself shiver.

He couldn't help but look around, peering into the shadows behind him, Voldemort's voice sounded very close
"You were clutching your scar just now!" said Trelawney. "You were rolling on the ground clutching your scar! Come on, Potter, I have experience with these things!"

Harry looked up at her.

"I think I need to go to the school infirmary," he said. "I have a terrible headache."

"Honey, you're clearly affected by the peculiar visual vibrations in my classroom!" Trelawney said. "If you walk away now, you won't see things you've never seen—"

"I just want to see a cure for my headache," said Harry.

He stood up, and the whole class retreated one after another, with uneasy expressions on their faces.

Harry knew exactly what he was going to do now, it wasn't the first time he had experienced a nightmare like this.

"See you later," he said to Ron.

Then, ignoring Trelawney's persuasion, he ran out of the divination classroom, but instead of going to the school infirmary as he said, he ran straight to the principal's office.

Although he couldn't understand the meaning of the words between Voldemort and Peter in the nightmare, there must be nothing wrong with telling Dumbledore what he saw.

However, the stone monster who had been guarding the principal's room blocked his way. Harry didn't have the privilege like Sherlock, he could enter and leave the principal's room at will without a password.

In desperation, he had no choice but to report a few of Dumbledore's commonly used dessert passwords, and in the end he actually got one of them right.

"Pile of cockroaches? I'm just guessing."

While muttering, he jumped over the stone monster that jumped away, all the way up, and walked into the principal's office.

However, although the door of the headmaster's office was open, there was no one there. There was only a simple stone basin on Dumbledore's desk, and there were some silver threads of light in the stone basin. It flows slowly in it like a fish swimming.

Harry couldn't help being attracted by the silver threads of light in the stone basin, he lowered his head subconsciously, and then a strong suction suddenly came from the stone basin, sucking his whole body into the basin !
Just as Harry's Divination class had just begun, Sherlock, Dumbledore, and Moody stood together in front of the Pensieve.

"Some things are indeed blurred, but the Pensieve can help us recall many points that we may have missed."

Dumbledore turned his wand, and gently pulled out a bright silver thread of memory from the temple, and then put it into the stone basin.

"Okay, now we can come to the last summary before the start of the plan. Through the past of that incident, check whether we still have some omissions."

Both Sherlock and Moody nodded with serious expressions, and then the three of them entered the memory in the Pensieve one by one.

The whole world seemed to be turned upside down.

The three of Sherlock appeared in a hall that was completely different from the principal's office.

They were all familiar with this hall. This was a courtroom of the Ministry of Magic, and at this time it was already full of wizards in red robes, all of whom were members of the Wizengamot.

Among the two or three hundred wizards, Sherlock also saw that Dumbledore was Moody more than ten years ago.

At that time, Moody still had two normal eyes and the broken leg was still alive.

Sitting on the iron chair of the trial seat was also a familiar figure.

Igor Karkarov.

"You were brought out of Azkaban to testify to the Ministry of Magic. You told us that you had important information to report to us."

A voice sounded abruptly, and Sherlock looked at the owner of the voice. It was Barty Crouch, who didn't seem to have so many wrinkles on his face, and was still serving as the Director of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement.

(End of this chapter)