Hogwarts Dances with Dragons

Christmas is coming and the snow is falling.

The rolling Scottish mountains are frozen again, and the castle is covered in silver and stands in the wind and snow.

Hogwarts is caught up in the joy of Christmas, and at the same time, Little Hangleton, Riddle House.

Voldemort, who was as weak as a baby, leaned on the soft chair, staring at the fire in the fireplace with his red snake eyes. The fire shone uncertainly on his terrifying snake face, and a hint of anger flashed in his eyes.

"That idiot Lockhart!" Voldemort couldn't help but cursed angrily: "Forget it, even if you didn't kill that bastard, you actually exposed the location of the secret room!"

Voldemort couldn't help but get angry when he thought that the secret room left by his great ancestor would be exposed and might even become a playground for some naughty children in the future.

"Master, it's time to drink the potion..." Wormtail held the potion cautiously.

"Wait a moment..." Voldemort waved his hand in disinterest.

Wormtail was a little uneasy: "But Master, your body..."

"My body feels much better." Voldemort's tone unconsciously brought a hint of pride: "Speaking of which, thanks to that little bastard, his magical meditation method allowed me to accumulate a lot of strength..."

"If it weren't for the attack last year, I really didn't realize the connection between the boy and me..." Voldemort said coldly: "It is precisely because of this connection... Humph, Ivan Lustin..."

"Then Master...what are we going to do next?" Peter Pettigrew couldn't help but ask.

"Wait a moment..." Voldemort's voice was slightly hoarse, like the hissing whisper of a cold-blooded animal: "This meditation method has an incredible effect. It allows me to ignore my physical condition and accumulate magic power..."

"Isn't that idiot Lockhart still moving?" Voldemort asked.

"Not yet, Master..." Peter Pettigrew humbly said: "Since the failed attack, he has completely lost news. In addition, the Ministry of Magic seems to be investigating Cornwall recently. Our previous foothold, I I guess Lockhart may have betrayed us..."

"Betrayal... I have become accustomed to it..." Voldemort sighed: "But if they think betrayal can be exchanged for survival, they are totally wrong!"

"I - Lord Voldemort... will gain greater power than ever before, and then come back strong -"

In the fireplace, flames rose.

"hiss--"

Harry gasped and sat up from the bed.

"Wake up so early?" Ivan was woken up by him, looked at the time, and yawned: "Ha~ It's only five o'clock. No one except Hermione will get up at this time..."

"Evan!" Harry quickly sat up and rubbed his scar and said, "I dreamed about Voldemort!"

"What? Miss him?" Alvin teased casually: "Tell me what you dreamed about?"

"I dreamed that he was talking to a fat man. I've never seen that fat man before, but he looked very vulgar." Harry said, recounting what he saw in the dream in detail.

"He said that he had a connection with that boy - I guess he was talking about me. Through the connection between us, he learned the meditation method you taught me, Alvin..." Harry said, apologetically: " Sorry, Alvin..."

"What's wrong?" Ivan raised his eyebrows.

"This must not be a dream, right?" Harry's eyes were a little dodgey: "I accidentally leaked your meditation method. Even Voldemort is still using this method to accumulate power..."

"It's okay. I have expected this kind of thing from the beginning, so I haven't taught you new magic for a long time." Ivan sat up and said indifferently: "But, okay, it seems that you have realized the problem. , this is not a dream, this is something that really happened.”

Harry's expression suddenly tightened.

"But you don't have to worry too much. In the end, it's just the fragments of Voldemort's soul that are attached to you."

Ivan said casually: "Dumbledore probably didn't want to tell you so early, but with your impulsive character, telling you early is not a bad thing. At least it will give you more things to think about in your empty head, and It’s not like I just rush forward on impulse in the future.”

Even to the point of killing your godfather...

Ivan didn't say this, but Harry was really stupid in fifth grade.

What a cheat!

During the time he came to Hogwarts, Ivan had almost figured it out. If he hadn't appeared in the three-headed dog level in the first grade, it would have been Harry who guarded the Sorcerer's Stone in the end.

It should also be Harry who searches for the Chamber of Secrets and kills the basilisk in his second grade. As for the third film, Prisoner of Azkaban, it should be about Sirius, and logically it should happen in the coming year.

In the fourth Goblet of Fire, Alvin also searched for information about the Goblet of Fire - a competitive competition that has been cut off for hundreds of years. According to the story, Harry should have participated in the Goblet of Fire and had a high probability of winning.

He had seen the fifth part, but not the sixth part, The Half-Blood Prince, but he did know that the Half-Blood Prince was Snape, and the seventh part, The Duel with Voldemort.

After clarifying all the ideas, look back from one to seven.

The first step is to protect the magic stone, the second part is to find the secret room and kill the basilisk, the third part is to defeat the dementors, and the fourth part is to win the Goblet of Fire.

However, by the beginning of the fifth film, Harry could only stare at Cho Chang and laugh, but he had not yet been able to kill Bellatrix.

Either the protagonist can become the protagonist, or if Ivan is in Harry's perspective, I'm sure he won't be able to play with any of the top ten tortures in the Qing Dynasty...

wanna die?

It is impossible to die.

Even if she is avatared, Ivan can slap her soul back and forcibly hang her life.

After thinking about it, Ivan felt that Harry Potter was the protagonist of a fairy tale after all, and he... was at best a Liu Beiwen protagonist...

He will not restrain his desires like Dumbledore, nor will he treat others as kindly as Harry, but it is undeniable that after spending so long together, he has indeed been influenced by these people.

At least it will make people happy.

Harry rubbed the scar, paused, and asked, "So what should I do now?"

"Yes, I know how to consult others." Ivan rubbed his eyes: "Now, get dressed, go to the principal's office, find Dumbledore, and ask him to teach you Occlumency."

"Also, if Dumbledore wants to ask Snape to teach you, you'd better refuse. You two are not compatible. Although he has changed his attitude towards others recently, I think this change should not include you." Ai Wen kindly reminded: "Dumbledore must teach you."

"Snape? Do you think Dumbledore would let Snape teach me?" Harry was puzzled.

"Snape is an excellent master of Occlumency." Ivan said: "Dumbledore is very busy, and there is a high probability that he will not have time to teach you."

"Then can I not learn?" Harry looked very repelled.

"But in that case, Voldemort is very likely to use this connection and use false memories to deceive you." Ivan gently spread his hands: "And you can't learn more magic from me."

"Oh, okay..." Harry sighed, put on his clothes and left the dormitory.

Ivan glanced at Harry's back, fell back and began to fall asleep.

Hermione had said that he was going to take a bath in the prefects' bathroom at night so that he could recuperate.

Hermione hasn't been there for a long time since last time...

Raising his hand and looking at the slender fingers, Alvin raised the corners of his mouth slightly, as if he had smelled the faint fragrance...