Homecoming from Hogwarts

Nothing could be worse for Harry than Professor Braine arriving at Grimmauld Place and refusing to even meet him.

Obviously, his freedom for the rest of his life depends on him, but he acts like he doesn't take it seriously at all.

This also directly led to a period of time before the trial began.

No matter how hard Hermione tried to persuade him to tell Professor Brains about his strange dream, he was unwilling to do so.

And Sirius.
Harry did consider talking to his godfather.

But since the collective meeting of the Order of the Phoenix, Sirius has become very busy.

He was often away from home for several days in a row, and when he came back in a hurry, he would just tell him to stay at home and not worry too much about the trial.

This made Harry completely unwilling to share some little secrets with him.

The lack of information made him increasingly worried whether he would really be sentenced to life imprisonment in Azkaban.

But he didn't want to show it in front of Hermione and Ron. He didn't even want to be around them.

I don't know what was exchanged between Ginny and Hermione.

All in all, Hermione showed great concern about his new dreams.

She always tried to get more from him in a roundabout way, but Harry, who was never tired of it, could only deceive her that the dream was over.

But the fact was, those long corridors and closed doors still tortured him every night and made his scars sting.

On the eve of Judgment Day, several children who were still receiving magical education at Hogwarts gathered in Harry and Ron's dormitory.

The house was much shabbier than when they first moved in. His and Ron's large suitcases were spread open on the floor, with the bits and pieces inside scattered everywhere.

There were piles of Muggle newspapers stacked against the wall near the window, all of which they had read over the past few days.

It turned out that when they first moved in, Professor Blaine's 'contempt' for Hermione's plan to prove his innocence was not without reason.

Those newspapers did nothing except help Harry further understand the Muggle world that was becoming increasingly unfamiliar to him.

The window was open and Hedwig was circling low in the moonlit sky.

Harry looked at Hedwig's flying figure with a blank expression. He could hardly imagine that last month he was competing in the Triwizard Tournament with his Hogwarts classmates, but after tomorrow, he might be fighting with Dementors.

"Relax, Harry—"

Under the dim light, Hermione was trying to cheer Harry up.
"This matter will be over tomorrow, and then we can celebrate your birthday."

Harry had completely forgotten about his birthday.

"I'm not sure the Dementors would approve of you giving me a birthday party in Azkaban."

Harry said expressionlessly. The depressing atmosphere around him made others completely at a loss as to how to comfort him.

After all, the Ministry of Magic charged Harry with murder, which would be a heavy burden for anyone.

"Don't worry, Harry—"

Fred bared his teeth.
"If Professor Brain really loses to the Minister of Magic in an argument, we will join forces with the PE students to break out of Azkaban."

"Ah, good idea, bro."

George lifted his voice,

"If the You-Know-Who can do this, why can't we? The Ministry of Magic can't do anything about it anyway, right?"

Ron's mouth twitched, but a timely glare from Hermione stifled his smile.

The night ended with an awkward joke between Fred and George.

Harry barely slept the first half of the night.

Firstly, the terrible consequence of losing the defense had been tormenting him. Secondly, he didn't want to continue suffering from the strange dream on the eve of the trial. Thirdly, he was extremely annoyed that Sirius and others didn't even come back when they were about to be interrogated.

Various thoughts were intertwined in his mind, making him unable to sleep.

Guru
It was as if I had sunk into a dark abyss, and a feeling of suffocation overwhelmed me.

It was that dim corridor again. The black door at the top of the corridor attracted Harry's attention like a whirlpool that swallowed everything.

The inexplicable desire that emerged in his heart was so strong that he had never had such an experience before, wanting to get something so much, but not knowing what that thing was at all?
Harry
A call rang in my ears, and the voice seemed to come from several layers of water curtains, as if it was from another world.

The voice sounded very familiar and urgent, but Harry didn't want to pay attention to it.

The desire to get what was behind the door occupied his mind.

Harry
The sound became even louder, shaking the corridor in front of them and causing double images.

"Harry, you must wake up!" The voice broke through some kind of barrier and suddenly became clear, and the world in the field of vision seemed to have a major earthquake, and everything was collapsing.

Whoosh. Whoosh. Whoosh!
As if he was pulled out of the water, Harry sat on the bed gasping for breath, his eyes still unable to adjust to the light in front of him.

"What, are you having a nightmare?"

The voice was a little surprised, but then continued,
"There's no time, Harry, you need to get up soon!"

"Am I going to be late?"

Harry didn't ask why Sirius, who hadn't been seen for a few days, suddenly appeared here. His thoughts suddenly became clear and his scalp felt numb.

"That's not the case, but there was some unexpected situation."

Before Harry could ask what had happened, Sirius turned and walked towards Ron, who was covering his head with the quilt.

"And you, Ron, get up!"

Sirius shouted as he cruelly pulled off Ron's blanket.

"Why Sirius—"

Ron sat up with a confused look on his face.

"Do I need to see Harry off too?"

"I'm afraid it's a little more complicated than that, Ron."

Sirius looked at Ron with a stern expression. He didn't even give Harry and Ron a chance to change their clothes. He directly drove the two people in their dressing gowns out of the bedroom.

"Go to the kitchen first, there are some things that need to be confirmed!"

Sirius said in response to Harry's questioning.

When they went down to the second floor, they happened to see Tonks and Hermione, who was also sleepy, walking out of the room.

Like Sirius, Tonks had a solemn expression.

Ron yawned.
"Do we need to go to the Ministry together?"

Seeing Ron's confusion, Sirius twitched his lips.
"Yes, you need to go to the Ministry with Harry."

"Then you should at least give me a heads up."

Ron yawned.

Hermione did not show her usual alertness. She had a strand of hair in the corner of her mouth and looked a bit dazed with a dazed look in her eyes.

"I want to wash my hair--"

Hermione said groggily.

"Otherwise I won't be able to see anyone."

"We'll talk about this later, Hermione."

A few dark lines appeared on Sirius' forehead.

So the three of them staggered downstairs following Sirius and into the basement kitchen.

The moment they saw the person in the kitchen, the three dizzy people suddenly regained consciousness.

In addition to Sirius and Remus, Ron's parents, Mr. and Mrs. Weasley, were also here.

In addition, Amelia, Remus, Alastor, Kingsley, and most of the members of the Order of the Phoenix gathered in the kitchen.

Harry would not think that these people were there to escort him to the Ministry of Magic, because he had never seen Mr. and Mrs. Weasley look so distressed!
"What happened, Mrs. Weasley?"

Every syllable that came out of Harry's mouth trembled.

"Just half an hour ago--"

Sirius said in a heavy and solemn tone, looking not only at Harry, but also at Hermione and Ron.
"The Ministry of Magic sent three notification letters, specifying the exact time of tomorrow's interrogation."

Harry's head froze for a moment before he came back to his senses.

"Three?"

"Ron and Hermione."

Remus looked solemnly at Hermione and Ron, whose expressions were becoming increasingly confused.

"That's right. Sanfeng, the Ministry of Magic requires that the two of you be interrogated together. What do you think about this?" (End of this chapter)