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Chapter 384 Dream

The surroundings were dark and gloomy, but Harry was no stranger to such an environment.

During the summer vacation at 12 Grimmauld Place, he had this dream many times.

Most of the specific content of the dream could not be remembered clearly after waking up, but such darkness and gloom were deeply imprinted in his mind.

It is still the same perspective, "he" is sitting on a single sofa chair, surrounded by a big snake, spitting out letters from time to time, his eyes are as cold as its owner, staring at the person kneeling on the ground in front of him. Those wizards.

"Has Chris started to act yet?" "His" voice was still so hoarse and cold.

Limbs and forehead were all pressed against the ground, and the fat, short wizard body was trembling uncontrollably, answering "his" question.

"Yes, yes master, they have already contacted those things in Azkaban, those guys can't wait any longer, even if we don't take the initiative to find them, they will start."

"This time, I won't be disappointed again, and no one will let me down, right?"

That hoarse voice echoed in the room. It was obviously not harsh, it was calm as if chatting with someone, but it made everyone kneeling on the ground tremble involuntarily.

Harry could feel the unspoken torment and terror, too.

"No, no more! Master, no one dares to disappoint you again, no one dares!"

"You know that's not what I want to hear, Wormtail. What I want to hear is not that you dare not, you have always dared not, but when will such dare not bring me any good news!"

No one kneeling below made a sound, the air seemed to stop flowing, and everything around became quiet.

Harry felt very distorted. His vision was restricted now, and he couldn't control the direction he wanted to look. His gaze was always lowered, just staring at the wizards kneeling on the ground.

He couldn't even see how many of them there were, but he could see that there were more than a dozen of them.

Time is consumed bit by bit like this.

Harry's dream this time seemed to last for an exceptionally long time, but he didn't get any useful information. Voldemort and the Death Eaters seemed to be waiting for something.

The waiting time was tough, and that was all Harry had to wait with them.

I don't know how long it has passed, but Harry felt drowsy in his dream. If he fell asleep, a series of sonic booms suddenly sounded in his ears!

"He" raised his head, and as far as he could see, countless wizards apparated here!
Seeing most of these pale, skinny faces like skeletons, Harry was taken aback for a moment, but then he felt terrified when he saw a few familiar faces!

The apparition produced a "popping" sound, and there were ragged wizards appearing every moment, and some of these people looked haggard, but their mental outlook was obviously better than others Many wizards.

And among these people are Ludo Bagman and Igor Karkaroff who were locked in not long ago!
When seeing these two people, Harry finally understood what Voldemort and the others were waiting for!
The Death Eaters have escaped from Azkaban!

"Master Regulus asked Kreacher to destroy that thing." Kreacher looked sad, "But Kreacher used many methods, axes, flames, spells, all of which had no effect on that thing."

Dumbledore looked at him gravely.

"Where is this thing now?"

Kreacher raised his head and said in a sharp voice.

"Before Kreacher kept it in the glass cabinet on the second floor, together with other collections of the Black family, but yesterday, Harry Potter took it away! Master Sirius gave it so generously Kill him! No matter what Kreacher says, Master Sirius just won't listen!"

Dumbledore stood up abruptly from his chair, as did Sherlock.

The faces of both of them became a little ugly.

No one knows what kind of hidden dangers Voldemort's Horcrux will have. The diary has caused enough troubles to Hogwarts back then. What will happen to the locket now? I can't come out, and I don't dare to think about it.

Especially since it was carried by Harry himself!
"We must go back to school as soon as possible now." Sherlock said in a deep voice.

Dumbledore didn't hesitate at all, he raised his arm to attract Fawkes, and then borrowed Fawkes' apparation with Sherlock and went directly to the Gryffindor lounge.

They had listened to Kreacher talk about the events of the year at 12 Grimmauld Place for a long time, and now it was late at night, and the lounge was empty.

Dumbledore and Sherlock didn't stop, they quickly found Harry's bedroom, then pushed the door open and walked in.

The moment he entered the door, Sherlock's left arm felt that familiar burning sensation!
This lifted his spirits and made him more sure that nothing else happened to the locket, and it was still with Harry.

Ron and the others were fast asleep, and Sherlock's door opening didn't disturb them.

When they drew back the curtains on Harry's bed, they had already seen that he was wrong.

The expression on Harry's face was painful, his forehead was covered with sweat, and he was tossing and turning on the bed, but Sherlock caught sight of the locket hanging above his bed!
The locket was still emitting a bright green light, and he reached out and took the Horcrux in his hand without any hesitation.

The burning sensation reached its peak immediately, and then slowly disappeared, no longer stimulating Sherlock's sensory nerves.

The moment his hand touched the Horcrux, the green light on it disappeared, and Harry sat up suddenly from the bed at this moment.

He was panting heavily, as if he had just gone through some strenuous exercise, and his head was sweating profusely.

It was at this time that he saw Sherlock and Dumbledore.

"Professor! The Death Eaters have escaped from prison! They have all escaped from prison! They have seen Voldemort! Many people! I saw Bagman and Karkaroff!"

Harry's voice was so loud that Ron, Seamus, Neville and Dean were all woken up.

They all sat up from the four-poster bed, looked at Sherlock and Dumbledore blankly, wondering why they came here suddenly.

Hearing Harry's words, Dumbledore and Sherlock looked at each other, and then he looked at Harry.

"Come on, Harry, you probably don't have the mood to sleep now, come to my office and talk to us slowly."

(End of this chapter)