Hogwarts 1991

Chapter 17 Nightmares become 'real'?
Even so, McGuffin was still fast asleep.

Ron looked at McGuffin worriedly, then turned to Harry and asked, "You said he hasn't been woken up like this, is he okay?"

"Probably?" Harry asked uncertainly.

Ron stood up cautiously, put the rat Scabbers on his lap aside, and walked in front of McGuffin.

"Er—excuse me?" he said. "McGuffin—wake up."

McGuffin didn't move, he didn't snore as much as he did at the beginning, and he couldn't even feel the sound of breathing.

"He's sleeping. How can he be quiet?" Harry swallowed. "I mean, is he okay?"

Ron pressed his finger to McGuffin's face, then put it under his nose, and said with a sigh of relief, "No, it's okay, he's breathing."

"Sometimes I really don't understand what strange thoughts are in his mind." Ron turned around and stopped, then pointed to McGuffin and said, "The first time I saw him, I felt that although he looked very quiet on the outside, I always felt that this guy was unreliable and exuded a smell of madness in his heart. Later, no matter how many old books he bought directly, or here... It all proves that I am right."

Ron pointed to his two eye circles and talked about the strangeness of McGuffin, and the two were amused again.

"Have you known each other?" Harry asked.

"No, I met McGuffin at the end of July. His father was with him to exchange money at Gringotts. At that time, my parents took me to Diagon Alley to buy the items needed for Hogwarts. By the way, his parents are both Muggles. However, McGuffin's father, Mr. Longman, and my father became good friends at that time. They kept writing letters with owls before school started, which made my mother angry."

Ron seemed to remember something, and his whole face trembled with fright.

He turned his head and looked around, quickly changed the topic, and shouted sharply: "Ban Ban, don't eat!"

He plucked the Fat Rat by its tail from the pile of leftover snacks, and it was nibbling on the brioche that Ron had just unwrapped.

"Bad Scabbers, bad mouse." Ron yelled annoyedly, turned his head and fumbled in his suitcase for a long time, and pulled out his wand.

"Are you going to cast a spell?" Harry hadn't cast a spell since he got his wand, and he was very interested in it.

"I've always wanted to turn him into yellow to make it more fun, but... until now I haven't succeeded. Let me try now." Seeing Harry staring at him with interest, Ron raised his wand excitedly, and pretended to clear his throat, "Ugly orange, cream,..."

The door of the compartment was opened, interrupting Ron's spellcasting, and a little witch in a new black robe came to the two of them with the round-faced boy just now.

After Ron's failed spellcasting, and the little witch's domineering advice and self-introduction, they knew that the girl in front of them who loves to show off her 'big teeth' was called Hermione, and the boy who lost his toad was Neville.

Both are freshmen at Hogwarts.

Hermione also cast the spell, but she succeeded-repairing Harry's broken glasses, which were wrapped in tape, as if they were new.

She triumphantly led Neville to look for the toad in the next carriage, but Ron was so pissed off by her that he complained that he had never seen such a girl before, and that he hoped not to be in the same house as her. He also mentioned his family and the sorting ceremony.

Harry changed the topic, hoping to divert Ron's attention from the college, but unexpectedly, he heard news in the newspaper that Gringotts had been robbed.

"Really?" Harry was a little curious. He had heard Hagrid say that the goblins in Gringotts were all skilled in black magic and could curse people who stole things. There were even dragons under Gringotts to guard the vaults. How could such a place be robbed?And still haven't been caught?
Afterwards, Ron excitedly told Harry about the most popular sport in the wizarding world - Quidditch. He talked endlessly about every wonderful game of the team he supported, and when he talked about the most exciting moment of a game - he was interrupted.

The compartment door was pushed open again, this time rudely, with a loud clang against the frame.

McGuffin snorted twice, and Ron and Harry thought he was going to wake up.Unexpectedly, he turned over again, leaning against the two of them and continued to sleep soundly, without waking up.

Then three boys came in, and after a few words, both parties understood that they were not the same kind of people, and the two groups began to confront each other.

The first to come in was the pale, blond, haughty, obnoxious boy Harry had known in Diagon Alley, followed by two stout footmen. (This reminds Harry of Dudley, feeling uncomfortable)
Perhaps it was from the outside world that the impact of Ron Harry's confrontation with the strange boy had stimulated McGuffin's brain, and he was having a very strange dream now.

Half asleep and half awake, he dreamed that he seemed to be possessed by Voldemort, standing in front of the Mirror of Earls in the movie.

McGuffin was wearing Quirrell's big scarf around his neck. He himself had been bald for some reason, and Voldemort's snake face was on the back of his shaved head. He was constantly nagging and forcing McGuffin to tell him what he knew about the development of the plot and the secret of Goldfinger.

From time to time, he tortured himself with unforgivable spells such as the Imperius Curse and Crucifixion.

In a daze, Harry Potter suddenly jumped out with the Elder Wand, saying that he wanted to destroy him, a visitor from another world. Standing beside him, Ron kept saying to his father, Mr. Longman-he had already seen that McGuffin was abnormal.

The bat spirit in the movie image, Professor Snape stared into his eyes expressionlessly, pointed at him with a wand in his hand and sneered.

Then Dumbledore sat on an iron throne made of a thousand swords with a long silver-white beard, showing a smile that understood everything, and behind him was a huge phoenix burning with flames.

McGuffin felt a cold sweat in his heart, and suddenly realized that he was dreaming, and he struggled to wake up.

But feeling dizzy for some reason, McGuffin seemed to keep falling from a high altitude, his body kept rolling, and finally landed in one place, his back seemed to feel a burning pain from being smashed.

When he opened his eyes, he found that he was tied to a cold metal test bench, his lower body could not move at all, and it even hurt a little, as if he was pressed by something.

His genius sister - Emily Albert is watching him coldly.

"Since you are not my younger brother, I can dissect you and study it." Emily said as she raised a huge chainsaw directly from below.

Buzz buzz!The chainsaw started, made a sound, and emitted black smoke.

"No, no, no!" McGuffin yelled, struggling.

"Ah-ah-"

"Ah—stop barking, it's ugly. Come on, be brave." Emily gave a weird laugh, but it sounded a bit like a pig barking.

"For the sake of getting along with each other for so many years, don't say that I don't care about love, I will give you an anesthetic. Hahahaha..." Amidst Emily's grinning laughter, she covered McGuffin's face with a black sackcloth that exuded a strong stench.

"Wahhahaha, come to Dalang, drink some sedative powder, and then the chainsaw will follow."

McGuffin noticed that the sackcloth was still wriggling on his face, and the stench continued, and he even kept stroking the corner of his mouth.

—It even feels fluffy.

"What the hell?"

"Ah ah ah..."

McGuffin woke up with a scream at the top of his throat, covered in cold sweat.

At this time, he found himself lying on the ground, his face was covered with fur, warm, exuding a familiar stench, rancid smell——and still moving!

— is a living thing!
There was a burning pain in my back, and my legs seemed to be pressed by something, and I couldn't move.

Could it be—that dream?

The absurd dream just now gradually became clear in his mind.

McGuffin's heart was suddenly gripped tightly - he was afraid that the dream would become a reality.

(End of this chapter)