[HP]Aluet

Prolonged sleep deprivation and severe anxiety can be fatal to a person.

I stood up, my heart was beating fast, and I felt dizzy for a moment, so I had to support the table for a few minutes.

My stomach tightened, and I had the urge to vomit, but what came out was a mouthful of blood.

"How can you go on like this?" Minerva was so anxious that a little sweat broke out on her forehead, but at this moment there was a knock on the door.She hurried to the door and Dumbledore walked in.

"You go to class first, Minerva." He nodded to Minerva, and Minerva gave me one last look and walked out the door.

I supported my head, adjusted my breathing, and wave after wave of panic rushed into my thoughts.

"Dumbledore," my voice was hoarse and low, "is something going to happen? I don't want to die."

"You won't, Ashley." He stretched his hand along my back, "Drink the medicine first."

I poured the sedative into it and felt a little better.

"Tell me, what did you dream about?" he asked.

I shook my head: "A lot, very confusing, I can't say."

He pondered for a moment, then asked again: "Is there anything, or some fragment, that you would dream about repeatedly?"

I tried to force myself to calm down and recall those contents.

"...fire." I replied.

I took a few breaths, blinked my sore eyes, and frowned: "Why do you ask this all of a sudden?"

"Because I was thinking... Maybe it's not your problem."

"What?" I was taken aback, "What do you mean?"

"Since last week, I have also started to have nightmares, and until the third day I feel something is wrong, Ashley. It always digs out the deepest fears in your heart and presents them in your In dreams, but these nightmares always have one thing in common, that is, the fire that appears every time."

I lean against the head of the bed.

"You're saying this isn't a normal nightmare, it's man-made, isn't it?" I wondered what he meant.

"Yes. It's probably not aimed at you or me, but a whole group of people. We just perceived all this earlier."

"So what exactly is this?" I rubbed between my brows sadly. "Some kind of black magic?"

"It's not like." Dumbledore shook his head and denied my conjecture, "What kind of black magic is so powerful that it can spread silently?"

I stared at him thoughtfully.

"More like, some kind of special dark magic creature." He continued.

The air was silent for a few seconds.

"Nightmare Beast." My voice and Dumbledore's voice sounded at the same time, but he quickly picked up the words.

"But nightmare beasts are special creatures. They come from hell, and they won't easily attack humans on a large scale."

"Yeah..." I suddenly remembered something, paused for a moment, "Oh no."

My heart suddenly tightened.

"Perhaps, it is the nightmare beast." I muttered to myself, "Tom Riddle has returned, Britain is in crisis, Dumbledore."

"If this is the case, it will be troublesome." Dumbledore sighed heavily, "If he really lured the nightmare beast out, it would definitely be a massacre... The nightmare beast has too much influence on people, if He took advantage of that time..."

"Is there any solution?" I asked.

"Nightmare beasts will only appear in people's dreams, but we have no way to avoid them, because sleep is necessary for human survival."

"However, how can Riddle make the nightmare beast work for him? It's impossible." I shook my head, "He can only lure the nightmare beast out, but in this case, how can they avoid being attacked? ?”

"There is a way." Dumbledore thought for a while, "Use the blood of unicorns as a medicine to make dream-dispelling potions, hide your dreams, and let the nightmare beasts lose their targets, so you can naturally avoid being attacked. But this way is not desirable for us. Killing a holy creature like a unicorn will be cursed."

"Maybe it's just taking blood, not killing." I said.

"Even taking blood is a very cruel thing. If the situation is serious and spread in this way, panicked people may not only do something as simple as taking blood for unicorns."

I nodded.

"Then what should we do? They don't care about this, what other way can we solve this problem?" I stroked my hair irritably, my brain was in a mess.

"We still have time, let's do our best."

……

Time passed day by day, but the way to deal with the nightmare beast was still unable to come up with.

I covered myself with the quilt and closed my eyes in the moonlight streaming in from the window.

I have to sleep normally, even if I have nightmares.I need to have my physical needs met, or I might really fail.

When I woke up again, recovering from the nightmare, I heard Minerva's voice.

She seemed to be talking in her sleep, which is not common.I shook my head, got up from the bed, and walked lightly to her bedside.

Minerva in her sleep frowned tightly, her eyelashes trembling, as if she was having a nightmare.

It seems that she has also begun to perceive the invasion of the nightmare beast.

I held her hand, and I remembered the calming lullaby in my memory, so I hummed it softly. After a while, her facial features became stretched, and her expression was natural and peaceful.

I suddenly realized something.

I went to Dumbledore the next day with excitement and told him about the new discovery, though he didn't look particularly happy.

"The crisis brought about by the Nightmare Beast has already begun to show its signs in every corner of the UK, and we can't take care of so many people."

This sentence is like a basin of cold water, pouring over my whole body from head to toe.

Some professors and students in Hogwarts also began to fall into the nightmare that repeats every night. I have no choice but to let the situation develop.

I flew up to the branches of the beech tree, and the melodious chirping sound came out of my mouth, spreading farther away in the quiet night.

That's all I can do.

After a period of time, news came from the Ministry of Magic. They thought it was a special plague, because most people began to experience dizziness, brain swelling, mental loss and anxiety symptoms, and even some elderly and children with poor tolerance Facing the crisis of death.

These were all suppressed by the Ministry of Magic. They couldn't explain this phenomenon, and they were afraid of causing panic among the masses, so I could only hear some from Dumbledore.

"What should I do, Dumbledore?" I was going crazy, "It would be great if there were more Alouettes in the world. I really hope that the Alouettes will be overrun like sparrows."

Listening to my complaints, Dumbledore seemed to think of something for a moment.

"Is there a possibility to copy your voice and spread it in another way?" He asked.

"It seems that there is no such magic." I hesitated.

"But maybe, there is such a creature." He smiled, a light flashed in his eyes, and immediately picked up the parchment and quill from the table, and began to write letters under my puzzled eyes.

"What's wrong?" I asked.

"Maybe there is someone who can help us." He finished writing the last line, put the letter paper in an envelope, and let his Phoenix Fox take it out.

"Who?"

"Newt Scamander."