The Mightiest Badger at Hogwarts

Ron's voice was actually not loud, but to Harry's ears at this moment, it sounded like thunder exploding in his ears, shaking his brain so much that he felt a little dazed.

He covered his ears in pain and buried his head deeply in his knees.

Ron at the door was obviously not aware of all this. He walked towards Harry and continued to complain:

"I really regret being a prefect. Really, this is not showing off. You don't know how busy we are! We have been decorating the castle all morning, and damn Peeves always comes to cause trouble! I'll hang a ribbon, Peeves The skin ghost grabbed the other end and wanted to strangle me to death!

There are also those students who are staying in the lower grades. They are so naughty. I dare say we were definitely not that naughty in the first grade.

oh oh!I'm going to be patrolling the corridors with Filch, just because that shit-headed guy thinks there might be more fights at the festival!

Damn it!Um...Harry, what's wrong with you? "

"I...I'm fine, I'm having the same old problem." Harry didn't hear what Ron said at all. He curled up and waved his hands, "You go to eat first, I may need to go back and take a nap."

"Do you want me to help you back to the dormitory?"

"No, no need."

Ron looked at Harry worriedly after hearing this, and after a long time he said:

"Then you rest here for a while. I will finish lunch as quickly as possible and then help you bring some up. By the way, go to the infirmary and ask Madam Pomfrey for some tranquilizers. This may be helpful to you. .”

Harry remained silent upon hearing this, and Ron could only sigh and left the Gryffindor common room.

As he walked, Harry could hear him continuing to complain about Hermione's overindulgence in military duties, which left him doing too much of the prefect's work alone.

click -

Channel closed.

The entire lounge became silent again.

Only the bonfire in the fireplace was still making a pleasant crackling sound.

Harry climbed down from the soft chair with difficulty, lay down on the carpet, and tried his best to put his forehead towards the fire to bake.

This is actually uncomfortable, and over time it will cause his forehead to be burned and even his hair to be singed.

But compared to the pain inside his brain, this external injury is actually a relief measure that can be used to divert attention.

that's it.

Under the roasting of the flames, the heartbreaking pain was finally suppressed bit by bit.

Harry gradually relaxed.

Then, the dream struck again...

This is really a very weird and bizarre dream.

Harry dreamed that he was back in the Room of Requirement during the meeting.

He was hanging some Christmas balloons in the shape of Dobby's head inside - something Hermione had been saying she wanted to tell him to do.

After a while, he was practicing disarming spells with others.

Everything is wonderful, because the person who hangs balloons and practices magic spells with him is Qiu Zhang.

Qiu Zhang is always so beautiful.

In the dream, her whole body seemed to be covered with a layer of shining light, her soft smile, her long black hair that was as lustrous and flowing as silk...

Qiu Zhang deftly avoided his disarming spell again.

As her long hair danced during her movements, a pleasant fragrance spread across her face.

Harry couldn't help but take a deep breath, but while he was intoxicated, a pair of strong hands grasped his neck.

It's Cedric.

He was yelling something angrily.

There was still a faint sound of women crying in the air.

From the sound of the voice, it seemed to belong to Qiu Zhang.

Harry defended in a panic, but the next moment Cedric disappeared and was replaced by Link.

Link just looked at him from a distance, with no expression on his face, but his eyes showed coldness and contempt, as if he was accusing him of why he did such a dirty thing.

Harry felt extremely uncomfortable.

He ran wildly, trying to catch up with Link and tell him that this was not the case.

However, no matter how he ran, the distance between them did not change at all.

The dream has transformed...

He became strong and tall, walking slowly in a stone corridor.

The surrounding light was very dark, but he could see the light of the surrounding objects, some strange and vivid colors... He turned his head... At a glance, he saw a wide square... dozens of figures were standing there. Flashing around... colorful lights are constantly flashing from among the crowd...

Harry took a deep breath...he tasted the smell in the air...

The burnt smell, the fishy smell, a few familiar but indistinguishable smells, and...the smell of death...

A desire arose in Harry's heart.

He longs to step forward and join the battle... longs for blood...

Under the influence of this impulsive tendency, he instinctively quickened his pace.

The distance between the two sides is getting closer and closer...

But at a certain moment, Harry suddenly froze.

Because he was shocked to find that among the group of fighting figures, there seemed to be a figure that he was very familiar with...

That's...Sirius...

Harry looked at it carefully.

This time I finally saw it clearly.

It wasn't just Sirius.

And Hagrid, Lupin, Moody...

call--

A breeze blew past Harry's head.

Harry wanted to lower his gaze, but before he could do anything, his arms lifted up on their own.

A pale claw-like hand caught his eye.

Harry couldn't believe what he was seeing.

He can guarantee that it is definitely not his hand!

It's just that he no longer has time to think.

Because that hand was still holding a wand, and the tip of the wand was pointed at Sirius and others in the distance.

"Avada Kedavra!"

boom--

A cold and ominous green light occupied Harry's entire field of vision.

Harry felt his forehead hurt terribly...as if it was going to explode...

"Harry! Harry!"

He opened his eyes, covered in cold sweat, and the sheets were wrapped around him like a tights.He felt as if a hot poker had been thrust into his forehead.

"Harry!

Ron was standing next to his bed, shouting with concern, as if he was frightened.

There were several figures at the foot of the bed. Harry didn't have time to distinguish their identities. He hugged his head tightly, his eyes blackened from the pain, and he finally rolled to the edge of the bed and vomited.

"Call Madam Pomfrey and Professor McGonagall!" Hermione's anxious voice also sounded, "Oh my God! He is so sick! Harry! Harry! Hold on!"

Harry's vision was still blurry with pain, but what happened in the dream was really important!

Panting heavily, he pushed himself up from the bed and ordered himself not to vomit.

"Sirius, Sirius..." Harry panted, "They, something happened to them!"

"what?"

Ron obviously didn't understand, and blinked in confusion.

Harry continued:

"They are under siege and the situation is critical!"

"Hey! Harry," Hermione also leaned over and comforted softly, "You...you are just dreaming..."

"No!" Harry said furiously, "It's not a dream... It's not an ordinary dream... I was there, I saw it... Voldemort did it... He used the Death Curse... He used it to kill The kind of curse my parents had..."

Harry wanted to continue talking, but then there were rapid footsteps outside.

After a while, a glass test tube was brought to his mouth.

Harry's throat felt as if it had been burned. He instinctively turned his head away, but the man suddenly pinched his nose and poured the potion in the test tube.

A wonderful coolness accompanied by a strange medicinal smell rippled through Harry's cavity.

Then it melted into the blood along his esophagus and spread throughout his body.

The sudden coolness extinguished the pain, making Harry's vision much clearer, and making Harry groan in comfort.

It was only then that he was shocked to realize that his location had changed from the carpet in the Gryffindor common room to a bed in the infirmary.

Madam Pomfrey was opening his eyelids with a serious look on her face, holding an empty test tube in her hand.

Behind her was Professor McGonagall in a tartan dressing gown.

"I should be fine, but my body is relatively weak, so I can only eat something light and easy to digest for the time being."

Madam Pomfrey said as she let go of his eyelids.

As soon as he finished speaking, Ron and Hermione rushed forward and hugged Harry.

Ron swallowed even more and said:

"Harry! You've been sleeping for three days! You're worried about us!"

Harry was suddenly startled when he heard this, looked at the bright sunshine outside the window, and then started to tease Ron and Hermione.

He has not forgotten the important thing in his dream.

But he was too weak, and Hermione and Ron hugged him too hard...

Fortunately, Professor McGonagall came to help.

She grabbed Ron by the ears and lifted him up, then pulled Hermione away, and said to Harry seriously:

"Potter, how are you feeling now?"

"Professor McGonagall, Sirius...I saw it..." Harry weakly reached out and grabbed the hem of Professor McGonagall's clothes and said, "They were surrounded by Death Eaters, and Voldemort also used the Death Curse, and someone died! "

As soon as this statement came out, the other people at the end of the bed exclaimed.

Professor McGonagall turned back to glare at them, frowned and asked again:

"What, did you see?"

"I don't know... I was sleeping and then I got there..."

"You mean you dreamed it?"

"Yes! No!" Harry said irritably, "I mean, it was indeed my dream, but I can guarantee that it was real. That feeling is so real!"

Professor McGonagall looked at him through crooked glasses, as if he saw something terrifying, but Harry always felt that the other person was staring at the scar on his forehead.

"I'm not lying, and I'm not crazy!" Harry shouted, "I'm telling you, I saw it with my own eyes!"

"I believe you, Potter," Professor McGonagall said flatly, "Put on your clothes - let's go see the Headmaster."

Professor McGonagall acted vigorously and asked Madam Pomfrey to pour some recovery potion into Harry. Then he pushed Neville, Dean, Seamus and others who were standing silently aside, and asked Hermione and Ron to support him. Looking at Harry, he walked straight out of the ward.

A few minutes later, they stood at the entrance to Dumbledore's office.

"Zizi Honey Honey Candy!"

Professor McGonagall said expressionlessly.

The monster stone statue guarding the entrance came to life and jumped aside. The wall behind it split in half, revealing a rising stone staircase.

Several people climbed the stairs with difficulty, and after passing through a shiny oak door, Dumbledore finally appeared in front of them.

Dumbledore was just sitting quietly on the high-backed chair behind his desk. Wisps of bright and dazzling sunlight fell from the floor-to-ceiling windows behind him, illuminating the documents in front of him.

He was wearing the familiar purple robe inlaid with gold, and his long white beard was tied into a cluster with a gold wire rope. He looked very energetic, and his sharp blue eyes were staring at Professor McGonagall.

"Professor Dumbledore, Potter is awake, but he said that he..." Professor McGonagall organized her words for a while, "He seemed to have had a long precognitive dream just now."

Dumbledore's eyes fell on Harry again.

This was stressing Harry out.

He clenched his fists to stop his hands from shaking, and then stammered and recounted everything he saw in his dream.

After he finished speaking, the words seemed to echo in the air, a little absurd, even ridiculous.

He could hear the previous principals on the surrounding walls looking at him, whispering, and laughing at him.

Even Phoenix Fox, who was cleaning his feathers on the shelf nearby, stopped and stared at him.

All this made him extremely angry.

He glared at Dumbledore as if retaliating, but Professor McGonagall's scolding quickly made him lower his head unwillingly.

After a long time, Dumbledore sighed deeply and said to Harry:

"How did you see it?"

"Well... I don't know," Harry raised his head and said angrily, "In my head..."

"You misunderstood," Dumbledore said, "I mean, do you remember what perspective you saw all this from? Were you standing next to Black and the others, or were you looking down on this scene from above? "

Harry's body trembled upon hearing this.

He looked at Dumbledore blankly, and finally gritted his teeth and said:

"I was the one who used the Death Curse on Sirius and the others. I saw it from that person's first-person perspective. Although I didn't see that person's face clearly, I knew that that person was Voldemort!"

There was silence in the office.

None of the portraits on the wall spoke, and Ron and Hermione turned pale with fright at these remarks.

Harry looked at Dumbledore with a confused expression.

He was annoyed that no one believed him, but at the same time he hoped that Dumbledore could tell him that it was all just a dream, because this would at least prove that Sirius and the others did not encounter misfortune.

After a long wait, Dumbledore said with some pain:

"I'm sorry, Harry. Although I don't know why you had such a dream, it is all true. Just yesterday, Moody and others were ambushed by Death Eaters and Voldemort during the operation..."

"Then..." Harry interrupted, "Are Sirius and Lupine okay?"

Dumbledore fell silent again.

He just looked at Harry quietly, the pain on his face getting stronger and stronger.