The Charles Becomes a Wizard

Chapter 273 Following?

A messy camp, a night sky dyed red by flames, sharp and piercing shouts, and...

That black figure standing in the middle of the ruins...

"Harry, Harry, Harry what's wrong with you?"

The boy lying on the large four-poster bed suddenly opened his eyes, his green eyes filled with panic that had not yet faded.

Harry swallowed, looked up at his roommates surrounding his bed, his rapidly heaving chest slowly calmed down. He raised his hand to wipe the cold sweat from his head and asked in a low voice.

"You guys, why are you here? What happened?"

Neville Longbottom asked softly, "Harry, did you have a nightmare? You were screaming just now."

"Have you been a little too nervous these days?" Seamus Finnigan, wrapped in a bathrobe, asked immediately.

Ron Weasley knew that there was a subtle connection between Harry's dream and He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named, but because of the presence of other people in the dormitory, he just looked at Harry worriedly.

"Sorry to disturb your rest..."

Recalling the dream he had just had, Harry rubbed his eyes, put on a robe and got out of bed. After thinking for a while, he picked up the invisibility cloak from the suitcase at the foot of the bed, pushed open the door of the dormitory and walked out without saying a word.

"Harry, where are you going?" Ron Weasley quickly followed. "Is it because of the dream?"

"I'm going to find Sirius." Harry looked back at Ron Weasley.

"Does the dream you just had have anything to do with that person?"

"No, I mean, I don't know if it matters." Harry scratched his messy hair, looking a little annoyed.

If everything in his dream really happened...

So why did Professor Michaelis appear in that place at that time with such a relaxed attitude?

Could he also be Voldemort's subordinate?

If that was the case, perhaps he was the one who put his name into the Goblet of Fire.

But Harry couldn't confirm the authenticity of the dream yet, nor could he convict the other party based on a mere imaginary dream.

He had to consult Sirius immediately...

Harry hurriedly left Gryffindor Tower wearing his invisibility cloak and headed towards Sirius's dormitory.

After being welcomed in by Sirius who looked sleepy, Harry told him about his dream.

"I suspect he might be Voldemort's subordinate," Harry concluded.

Sirius, who was halfway through a yawn, said: …

Sirius looked at Harry's serious expression, raised his hand and patted his shoulder: "Harry, this is just a dream."

Sirius had witnessed with his own eyes how Sebastian and Ciel got along with each other. The way the other party seemed to only see one person in his eyes, that kind of "morbid" and creepy obsession, was still deeply engraved in Sirius' mind.

He didn't think that the cruel man would abandon Charles and crawl in front of a madman.

"Believe me, Professor Michaelis cannot be Voldemort's subordinate."

"Really? Then why did I dream about him?" Harry couldn't help but ask back when he saw Sirius's determined look.

He had never had any contact with Professor Michaelis, so why did he dream about him?

"Kid, I think you've just been a little too nervous lately."

"Really?" Harry lowered his eyes, and his long eyelashes trembled.

After declining Sirius's invitation to stay in his dormitory for a night, Harry put on his invisibility cloak again and went out. This time, he met Sebastian who was patrolling in the corridor.

Watching the other person walking briskly out of the castle, Harry thought of the very real dream he had just had.

He pursed his lips and followed quietly.

Oh yeah?

Should we say that he is truly the savior as predicted?

Really courageous...

You clearly suspect that he has ill intentions, but you still dare to follow me alone. Should you just teach him a lesson?

Harry clumsily tracked all of them and saw Sebastian who had his back to him. He narrowed his eyes slightly, and a gleam of light flashed in his dark red eyes.

Harry followed Sebastian all the way into the depths of the Forbidden Forest.

The Forbidden Forest at night was not friendly to the little wizard.

The dense branches above blocked most of the light, and Harry's eyes were dark, but he didn't dare to light his wand because he was worried about Sebastian in front of him. There were tangled tree roots under his feet, which could trip him up at any time. The air was filled with a damp and rotten smell, and occasionally a few strange cries could be heard in the darkness, which were shrill and mournful, making people feel creepy.

But now that we have come this far, it is obviously not realistic to let him go out on his own...

Sebastian led him around and around in the Forbidden Forest and he could no longer find the way out.

Harry could only keep a close eye on Sebastian, who was walking very fast in such a place, for fear that he might lose him by accident.

At the same time, his suspicion of Sebastian grew - if there was nothing shameful, why would he run to such a remote place alone in the middle of the night?

No matter how careful he was, Harry, who couldn't see the road clearly, was tripped by a protruding tree root. He staggered and fell heavily to the ground.

When he raised his head again, thinking that he would be caught by the other party, he suddenly found that the person who was in front of him just now had disappeared.

Harry panicked instantly. He didn't care whether he would be discovered or not. He quickly took out his wand and whispered: "Lumos."

There was a faint light coming from the tip of the wand. He held up the wand and used the light to search carefully in the dark woods, but after searching for a long time, he still found nothing.

So where is Sebastian now?

Sebastian, who had left the savior alone in the Forbidden Forest, had returned to Hogwarts Castle. He was half-crouching in front of the flower bed at the corner of the first floor of the castle, looking at the three little heads emerging from the dense flowers with a doting look on his face.

"Meow, meow~"

"Sorry, I just went to take care of something. You must be hungry?" Hearing the childish cries, Sebastian showed a gentle smile on his face.

He took out three small pet bowls from somewhere and placed them in front of the kitten one by one.

Looking at the kittens sitting side by side eating their meals obediently, pink bubbles appeared on Sebastian's body.

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