Mentor and Friends

The disappearance of Burr threw all the professors into a mess, and they didn't find him at the designated location, nor did they find the professor who arranged to pay attention to his safety.

Harry didn't know it when Hogwarts fell into chaos, and the exhaustion of these days made him fall asleep almost as soon as he hit the pillow.

But even when he was exhausted, he couldn't sleep well.

The complicated scenes in the dream appeared intertwined, including Voldemort clamoring to give him a hundred Cruciatus, Hermione and Ron fighting side by side, and those friends who were always by his side.

These dreams were so frequent after the war that he could hardly sleep without Occlumency.

In a daze, those chaotic scenes disappeared, and the world was covered by a sheet of white snow. A young boy stepped on the snow. He had a gentle smile, decent manners, and his black eyes were gradually covered with blood. Harry was wary of colour, which seemed so natural at the moment.

He slowly extended his hand to Harry, as if making an inviting gesture.

Harry looked at him hesitantly.

Obviously he should be the only one in this snowy world, but for some reason, when he was hesitating, many familiar people appeared behind him.

Those are the friends who have been with him from the beginning of the war to the end. Some are alive and some are dead. Everyone looks at him with a kind smile.

It wasn't just who pushed him behind him, he fell to the person standing alone in the white snow.

Tom caught him just in time.

Harry looked back, and those people in his dreams who had tensed faces, as if they were wary of a sudden war at any moment, smiled happily.

Even if they died in the war, the same is true for those who have not seen the joy and laughter of the wizarding world today.

Harry suddenly remembered that someone said at the meeting that if he died, he would smile, because he believed that Harry would win in the end, so he would die with a smile.

Today, many years later, in Harry's dream, those dead people reappeared, just like what the Hufflepuff whose name Harry could no longer remember said back then, smiling warmly.

Later, Harry's dream lasted for a long, long time. He seemed to look back and look at the past one by one. Those things that made him regret, and those things that caused him pain, seemed to be obtained in a dream. relieved.

What the living struggled for was actually the forgiveness of the dead.

When Harry woke up, the corners of his eyes were wet.

When I wake up from a dream, the details of the dream flow away and dissipate in an instant. Sometimes, the dream that was still impressive before has been forgotten when I wake up.

But Harry still remembers a lot, such as the white snow and the people there.

He used to tie himself tightly to his memory, and had to rely on Occlumency to fall asleep every night, but those attachments and regrets were finally released in this dream.

It was already eight o'clock in the evening when he woke up, and after tidying himself up, he felt that he needed to go to the kitchen to find something to eat - at this time, the auditorium had already closed.

Ron hasn't come back yet, he doesn't know where he went, he wondered if he should bring a copy to Ron.

When he opened the door, he met Tom who was raising his hand to knock on the door.

"Tom?" Harry was taken aback, looking at the food on Tom's hand with some surprise.

"You didn't go to the auditorium for dinner in the evening." Tom pursed his lips and said softly, "Assistant Ron said you were asleep, but I think you still need to eat when you wake up."

Harry looked at Tom in a daze, and the scene in the dream still stayed in his mind. He didn't know why Tom appeared in his dream. The Tom he had experienced in the past should not have participated in it, but he just appeared so abruptly. Harry couldn't find any sense of incongruity.

"Come in." Harry smiled at him. He had just woken up, and with the previous dream, he had completely forgotten what happened in the Room of Requirement during the game.

Now he looks a little lazy, even a little weak.

"You took too much." Harry looked at the huge pile of food on the dinner plate, and didn't know if it was the fault of the house elves or it was Tom's order, but Harry felt that he really couldn't eat so much Duo, "Come and eat with me, treat it as a late-night snack," he said, looking at the time, and then smiled embarrassedly, "Although it's a bit early for a late-night snack."

Tom nodded and sat down in front of Harry.

Harry thought about that almost sweet dream all these years, and Tom thought about what to say.

He was not good with words, or rather, he didn't know how to treat Harry.

He is a gentle senior in front of people, but most of what he has learned are polite words to deal with others.

As for Harry... the person he wanted to be close to, to be with, he couldn't use those polite words to communicate with him.

There will always be countless troubles left after the impulse, and they are still difficult to solve.

Really...how on earth did the Gryffindor group of impulsive but not good at using their brains survive all these years?Is it really okay that they keep acting like this?

Fortunately, Harry was used to Tom's table manners, and Draco always disliked the endless conversation between him and Ron at the table, but it was a habit developed in the Gryffindor group, and he didn't know it What should be changed.

But he was used to Draco's graceful behavior, as he didn't mind Tom not saying a word during the meal.

Harry himself was starving, but he had settled one of his concerns. He was in a good mood and had a good appetite. Although Tom brought a lot, by the time Harry realized it, he had already eaten a lot.

In the blink of an eye, seeing that the "snack" between the two had come to an end, Tom's messy thoughts still hadn't been sorted out.

After a long silence, after Harry packed up his things and knocked on the dinner plate to make it disappear, Tom didn't want to leave the cellar so early after all.

"Barr is missing," he said softly.

"What?" Harry didn't realize it for a moment.

"The warrior of Durmstrang, Henry Bell is missing," Tom said, looking for a teacup with ease, and made a cup of tea for Harry and himself. "The professor who arranged to protect him didn't know where he went. Now everyone is looking for them."

Harry frowned.

Accidents happened one after another in the Triwizard Tournament, and they were from other schools. Under such circumstances, many people would suspect that Hogwarts was causing trouble.

Sure enough, Tom continued: "The headmaster of Beauxbatons said that Hogwarts was cheating," Tom sneered, "but they didn't find any evidence. The warriors were competing at the time, and most of the professors were in the referee's seat." Waiting, the professor who arranged to protect Ball is from Durmstrang, and they have no evidence that we did it."

"Beauxbatons?" Durmstrang's warriors disappeared, and it was the headmaster of Beauxbatons who came to reprimand Hogwarts? "Didn't Durmstrang say anything?"

"They didn't say anything." Tom shook his head. "It seems that someone was discussing something with the principal on behalf of Durmstrang, but I don't know much."

"I didn't say anything..." Harry murmured while taking a sip of tea. Durmstrang was never easy to bully, even though Hogwarts really didn't do anything, but the warriors had accidents one after another, Hogg The Watts Warriors were safe and sound. This alone was enough to make them explode, and it was impossible to be quiet.

Now it seems that Grindelwald should have calmed them all down.

"However, they are now trying to find Burr. Although there is little hope, it is said that they cannot contact the professor."

"Really..." Harry frowned, always feeling that something flashed through his mind but couldn't catch it too fast.

The warriors of the Triwizard Tournament had accidents one after another...

The warriors... the chosen ones are the warriors...

"Harry..." Seeing Harry's pensive look, Tom hesitated for a moment before speaking again, "That day, when the professor rushed over, I felt a strong breath of black magic. It seemed that someone... Using advanced black magic."

Although it was unreasonable to mention black magic in front of Harry at this time, he felt that Harry should know about it.

"Dark magic..." Harry looked up at Tom sharply.

"Well..." Actually, Tom had thought about whether Harry would suspect that he did it when he said this sentence. Although there was no reason, Tom was unable to get rid of it when he was smashed through using black magic that day. This is why he hesitated when he said this just now.

However, he found that there was no suspicion in Harry's eyes, nor did he seem to be looking at him.

"Warriors... Hogwarts children are almost considered relatively strong, Beauxbatons... Veela blood... that girl is a Veela... Bell is Durmstrang, that is, black magic... Harry murmured softly, as if sorting out some information.

Finally, he thought of something and stood up abruptly.

"Call for the Guardian." He summoned a Patronus.

The huge magic power condensed into a silver-white gaseous state, spewed out from the top of the wand, and gradually condensed into a powerful existence before landing.

"Tom, sit up," Harry ordered eagerly.

Tom nodded suspiciously, looked at the Patronus, and finally sat on its back—this was the first time he sat on a physical Patronus, and as far as he knew, Dumbledore's Patronuses were only physical Phoenix only.

"Go to the principal's office to find Dumbledore, the Patronus will take you to a shortcut, tell him, on the opposite side of Diagon Alley, I'll wait for him there." Before Tom could say anything else, he waved his wand, the cellar The door was opened, and the Patronus led Tom out of the cellar.

He doesn't know the password of the principal's office, so he can only let the patron saint lead Tom to the window, and he can only go there by himself. If it is really as he guessed, then Berr will be in danger... …