I swung my greatsword at Hogwarts

John's doubts were quickly dispelled.

He had heard that Harry's owl had been sent to Hagrid for treatment.

Thinking of Basil's airy expression, John asked, "Did you fight with Hedwig?"

Basil spread his wings, as if showing off his achievements.

Both are snowy owls, but I don't know why.

It seems that since the day they met, they have been very difficult to deal with.

This situation is not so serious in the second grade, and there will be fights at John's house in the third grade.

Tom came over wagging his tail and cast admiring glances at Basil.

John shook his head helplessly. Basil was quite obedient in other places, but there was no discussion about beating Hedwig.

Originally Harry was happy, and many people were willing to believe his words.

But yesterday he was blocked by Malfoy, and today Hedwig was beaten again.

His good mood was gone.

in the auditorium.

Malfoy still cast an angry look at Harry.

Crabbe brought John a bowl of hot soup, which John drank from a spoon.

Daphne was a little dissatisfied, because Crabbe took advantage of it, and took advantage of it when she was embarrassing because of her oolong, and she didn't talk about martial arts!

Astoria looked confused, unable to help at all.

Today's class was very busy, and Hagrid regained his mood in class.

Some ointment will be applied on the face to make his face look less miserable.

He even proposed to bring Zou Wu to class, but John refused.

Zouwu's body type is not suitable for class.

When class was over, John saw Basil wandering around Hagrid's cabin.

Although Basil is hiding in a tree, for a gifted Seeker, Basil is easier to find than the Snitch.

Harry grumbled to Hermione, "Look, Basil is at it again."

Hermione found John and said helplessly, "John, can you let Basil go back."

Although he knew that Basil and Hedwig were not dealing with each other, John didn't expect that Basil would block the door.

After calling twice, Basil flew to John's arm and fell.

"Can you stop beating Hedwig?" Ron shouted at Basil, "It's about to be killed by you."

Basil glanced at the angry Ron, tilted his head, and looked like he couldn't understand.

Ron said hellishly, "Don't pretend you don't understand."

It seems that I can't pretend anymore, and Basil doesn't pretend anymore.

Leaving a shadow on Harry and Ron, it flew to Hagrid's hut and landed.

Basil: I'm going to beat Hedwig, it won't work for anyone!

An angry Ron picked up a stone and threw it over, Basil flew back with a wing, and Harry was hit on the head with a bag.

John spread his hands to Hermione, signaling that he couldn't help it.

He left with Malfoy, leaving Harry telling Hagrid to protect Hedwig.

Saying this, Harry looked up at Basil secretly.

Basil was grinding his claws on Hagrid's roof, leaving deep scratches in the wood.

"This snowy owl doesn't feel right." Not to mention Harry, even Ron could see that something was wrong.

They all felt that their scalps were numb, and if they were scratched by Basil, they would probably shatter stones.

They also don't know how John raised his pets so abnormally.

...

Harry returned to the Gryffindor common room with concerns about Hedwig.

His forehead was hurting again, so he had to press the scar against the cold windowpane beside the bed.

The cold feeling made his scar less painful, and he hummed comfortably.

Lying on the bed, he closed his eyes and soon fell asleep.

He dreamed that Basil was beating Hedwig violently with his wings, and he tried to stop it, but Basil suddenly became very big and ate himself in one bite.

The scene in front of him changed into an ancient and elegant room.

It was as if there was no money to pay the electricity bill, the room was very dark, and only the area illuminated by a candle could be seen.

"Looks like I've been fooled." Harry was surprised to hear himself speak, his voice sharp and cold.

"Master, please forgive me." A man in black robe knelt on the ground.

The trembling body made the candle light flicker on the body.

It was still the sharp and cold voice that came out of Harry's uncontrollable mouth, "I don't blame you, Rookwood."

He stood up from the dark velvet luxurious chair, walked towards the shivering man, and stared at the man from an overhead angle.

Harry noticed that on the other side of the dim candlelight, a man with platinum hair stood respectfully.

"Is your information reliable, Rookwood?" The voice was full of danger, and Harry felt like he wanted to kill the man, "You should know, I don't want to be deceived."

"Reliable, master, I, I have worked in the Ministry of Magic after all." The man became even more frightened.

The owner of the voice turned around, his eyes fell on the platinum-haired man, and he called out, "Lucius."

"Master." Stepping out of the darkness a little so that the face could be seen, Harry's pupils constricted, and he recognized the man.

Lucius said respectfully, "I tried to control Bode, but he resisted my Imperius Curse."

The master's gaze shifted back to the man on the ground, and Luke Wood said in horror, "Bode can't take it away, master, he knows he can't."

"Stand up, Rookwood." The voice softened a little, making the man grateful to Dade.

"We need to start over now, Voldemort thank you, Rookwood."

The sharp and cold voice said, "I still need your help and all the information you can provide."

Rookwood, as if pardoned, pledged his loyalty again and again.

"Call Avery in."

After Rookwood left, there were only two people left in the room.

Harry found his eyes resting on Lucius again, and said, "How's Bellatrix?"

"Narcissa is taking care of her, master, she is badly wounded," Lucius said with difficulty, "she has many magical wounds on her body."

"Dumbledore played us a trick."

"Dumbledore?" The master walked up, "It's not him."

Facing the wall, Harry noticed a mirror hanging in the shadows.

A face whiter than a skull, with two slits in the pupils of the red eyes.

"It's someone else, Lucius."

After the words fell, Harry finally knew who his current role was.

"No—!" he yelled in horror.

"what?"

A voice sounded from the side, and Harry was entangled in the curtain, and he could feel someone frantically touching him.

"Can you stop moving around like a lunatic?" Ron's voice rang out. "I'll get you out!"

The curtain was finally pulled back, and Harry breathed in the air greedily.

There is no third dream this time, but it scares him even more.

It was no longer that door, but directly became Voldemort.

After breathing, his forehead was painful as if it was on fire.

Shaking, Harry sat back on the bed.

He recalled what he had seen, and Ron looked at his buddy worriedly.

"I am the mysterious man."

Harry gasped, remembering the two people he had seen in his dream.

"Malfoy's dad is here."

"Malfoy?" Ron felt incredulous.

After all, Malfoy's attitude.

But after thinking about it carefully, I felt that there was nothing wrong.

Lucius Malfoy was a member of the Death Eaters.

Harry narrated what he had dreamed, including Bode mentioned at the time.

Dean and Seamus moved loudly around the house, undressing for bed.

"Harry," said Ron nervously, "you have to tell..."

"I can't tell anyone," Harry said firmly, knowing what he was going to say, "if I had Occlumency I wouldn't be able to see these things."

"They want me to learn not to let this stuff in."

Of course Ron knew who 'they' were.

The two didn't tell Hermione until the next day's rest.

Hermione was far smarter than the two of them, and she discovered more from the details.

"Sturgis, Podmore," Hermione said breathlessly, "remember what he was arrested for? Lucius Malfoy also attacked him. Maybe he guarded the invisibility cloak At that door, Malfoy found him and took his soul."

Hermione looked at Harry, originally Harry thought he would get an analysis or a compliment.

But Hermione said suddenly, "But you shouldn't see this, Harry."

Harry was taken aback, "What?"

Hermione, like a stern mother, said, "You should learn not to let this stuff in your head."

Harry also wanted to quibble, for example, so that he could get more information, like this one.

"I think you should try to make you forget what you're seeing," said Hermione sternly, "you'll have to work hard on Occlumency."

Harry was very depressed, he obviously did a good thing.

But in Hermione's mouth, it seemed that something might happen to her at any time.

...