[HP] The Curse of Harry Potter and Slytherin

Harry, Ron, and Hermione walked into the History of Magic classroom and took a seat by the window.

After the students were all seated, Professor Binns appeared on the podium through the blackboard with the handouts in his arms.

"Cough...cough...the last class we talked about...oh...the goblin rebellion in Kenya in 1773...about [-] people..."

Professor Binns' unchanging voice seemed to be some kind of signal. The eyelids of the whole class began to droop, and Ron had already snored lightly.Hermione was still propping her chin and writing down something in her notebook from time to time.

Harry stared blankly at the blackboard for a while, before falling asleep.

He flies through the sky on Buckbeak... the feeling of floating...

He flits past the white clouds... the wind blows his hair...

Then the scene changed and he was standing on the lawn.

"Harry! Look! This is my new little sister!" Hagrid happily introduced to him, holding a Blast-end snail.

Stop teasing Hagrid, do snails have a gender...

Just as he opened his mouth to speak, the picture changed again.

He stood in a dark room, with starlight shining from the ceiling in front of him.

He seemed to float up suddenly, but there was still a Harry Potter standing on the ground with a blank expression on his face.

This feeling is very strange, as if looking at myself in the camera, suddenly separated by a distance.

Move forward……

The other Harry stood for a moment, then began to walk forward with a curious look on his face.

Continue to go……

through the hallway...

The house ahead...

Yes...that's the door...open it...

Harry looked at his "self" on the ground eagerly wanting to open the closed door, and felt an inexplicable discord.

Can't open... Can't open... What's in the door...

Harry suddenly received the emotions of the "self" below, as if they were forcibly conveyed, very urgent, revealing an indescribable awkwardness and weirdness.

With that eagerness, he instinctively wanted to reach out to push the door, but the scar on his forehead started to hurt hotly.

"...Harry...Harry? Harry!"

"……Well?"

Harry suddenly realized that Hermione was pushing him.

He raised his head abruptly, and Professor Binns was still dutifully trudging through the historical materials of the goblin rebellion, and the blackboard was densely written.

"What's the matter with you? I heard you talking in your sleep, what... 'won't open'?" Hermione asked suspiciously.

Harry froze for a moment, touched the scar subconsciously, but felt nothing.

"Hmm... I don't know what dream I had, I can't remember..." Harry said pretending not to care.

In order not to fall asleep again, Harry decided to follow Hermione's copying on the blackboard, but he gave up before copying two lines because his hands were sore and his eyes were dizzy.

As expected, Hermione was the best at this kind of work, so he and Ron should continue to copy Hermione's notes.

He recalled the dream just now.

Seems like he had the same dream at the Burrow during his summer vacation...but it was different...

Compared with the time at the Burrow, the dream just now did not resonate with him.

Why is the self in the dream so eager?Hadn't he already pushed that door open?I also know that there is... Stop!Harry didn't want to think about it any more.

Ron next to him grunted unconsciously and changed his position. Harry saw that his saliva had already dripped onto the "Daily Prophet" used as a cushion.

Harry glanced over, noticing a few lines of small writing peeking out from under Ron's arm.

"...a mysterious corridor...Ministry of Magic...officials say..."

He lifted Ron's arm and pulled out the drool-stained newspaper.Ron snorted and continued to sleep soundly.

There is a gap between Mrs. Malkin's robe store and the announcement of the marriage news of the lead singer of the Weird Sisters. A slender column is pitifully stuffed in it, and it is easy to skip it if you don't pay attention.

It reads in extremely small letters:

"From our newspaper: Habas Polimore, 43, the former magic rock musician, is on trial in the Wizengamot on charges of trespassing and robbery at the Ministry of Magic. Habas argues he just wanted to walk through magic A mysterious corridor in the Ministry of Magic, but could not tell the corresponding reason, and the guards of the Ministry of Magic arrested him immediately. An official of the Ministry of Magic, who did not disclose his name, said that during the preliminary inspection, Habas seemed to be under the confusion spell, and his mind was a little out of order. Clear. No one was harmed in this intrusion. Habas could face up to 2 months in Azkaban if charged. Habas has been living at 2 Huiping Gardens, Derek since his retirement from music. , why they suddenly ran to invade the Ministry of Magic is still a mystery."

Someone trying to break into a corridor in the Ministry of Magic?

Harry couldn't help but think of his own dream, which also had a long corridor.

Is there any connection between these?Harry was thinking about it ecstatically, but he couldn't figure it out. He didn't think of a clue until the bell rang for the end of get out of class.

When Harry walked into the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom, he saw Umbridge, who was wearing a pink sweater skirt and an exaggerated pink polka-dot bow hairpin, already sitting on the podium.She hummed a little song contentedly and looked at everyone with a smile.

"Good morning, students." She whispered when the last student entered the classroom.

"Good morning, Professor Umbridge," the class answered her drawlingly.

"Put away the wand." She told everyone with a smile on her face.

There was no sound, because no one had ever pulled out a wand.

"Please turn to page 20 of No. 3 of "Detailed Explanation of Magic Defense Theory Knowledge" and read Chapter [-]. When reading the book——"

"—please don't talk." Harry and Ron whispered in unison, pinching their throats.

When everyone looked down at their books, Umbridge would walk triumphantly up and down the aisle, and his pink skirt would rub against a classmate's desk from time to time.

Hermione secretly rolled her eyes at Umbridge's back.

After lunch, Harry and Ron wanted to play two games of wizard chess, but Hermione said they were going to the library to do their homework, and the two of them had to follow behind with a sad face—without Hermione to guide them, their homework was basically done no.

Hermione shuttled back and forth among the bookshelves, stopping every now and then to take down a certain book and open it.

Harry and Ron were busy making up homework for their Divination class.Professor Trelawney asked them to predict the fortune for the next month by observing the trajectories of the astrology, but Harry knew that she preferred to watch the long speeches made up by the students to predict their own bad luck. The more outrageous the writing, the higher the score.

"Next month...on the 3rd, I will...well...be trampled to death by a rampaging fire-breathing dragon, because..." Harry flipped through the book "Picking Through the Fog to See the Future [Volume [-]]", "because Mars meets Pluto..."

"That's a really cool way to die. I'll be on the 5th of next month..." Ron frowned and bit the tip of his quill. "Died from diarrhea and collapse? Because... the shadow of the moon covered Jupiter."

"Creative," Harry praised.

In this way, they edited their own encounters in the next month one by one, and the plot became more and more tragic.

"By the way," Harry suddenly remembered when he was describing that he was about to be split in two by a lightning bolt falling from the sky, "Shouldn't you tell me now? Why have you been sleeping so late these few nights?"