Everyday Players at Hogwarts

Ron's sudden mumbling made Harry feel cold all over.

He slowed down his pace and walked towards the empty lounge. He was ready to recall the things in his dream there.

So, looking at the stars painted on the dome ceiling, Harry fell into memories, recalling the scene in his dream just now.

Everything was so realistic... There was one person he knew, and two he didn't know... He frowned, concentrated his thoughts, and tried his best to recall... A dim church appeared vaguely in front of him... There was an old man under the statue... An old man with a white beard and an unknown name... He seemed to be related to Lucius Malfoy... There was also a cold, sharp voice... It was Voldemort's voice.

When Harry thought of this guy, he felt as if a piece of ice had slipped into his stomach... Voldemort broke into the church... Wanted to know about a wand.

Then there appeared a familiar name, Greyback, who Lupin had mentioned.

Voldemort wanted to take action directly... Then after a majestic voice, a figure appeared out of thin air... There was also a huge clock... The new wizard was dressed like a Muggle.

Harry closed his eyes tightly, trying to recall the man's appearance, but he couldn't do it... Maybe this was really a dream?

Because it was too strange. When the man said to transform, a long paragraph was inserted... Why did he say inserted... Because the next second, he transformed into a strange, sacred armored appearance... And that paragraph was clearly spoken for several seconds... Could time still slip away?

Then there was a strong and short pain, and the next second he seemed to turn into a mouse again... The next second he was swallowed alive by a snake again... That sticky, dark, and squeezing feeling, Harry probably will never forget it for the rest of his life.

Then, the dream changed again. His body became soft, powerful and flexible, sliding through the abandoned garbage dump, on the dark, cold stones... His body was close to the ground, sliding on his belly... The light was dim, but he could see the light of the surrounding objects, some strange, bright colors... He turned into a snake!

But strangely, he could think.

Azkaban, Antonin Dolohov, and Draco's father's wand filled his chaotic brain... Then he suddenly woke up... Maybe it was because his scar suddenly hurt?

Why did Voldemort have a body again?

Why did Greyback's name appear in the conversation between Voldemort and the old man?

What kind of wand is that?

Why did even Voldemort want him? Is the mysterious wizard who appeared also because of that wand?

That wand is in Draco's father's hand?

Is Voldemort dead again?

Why does he think of Azkaban?

Antonin Dolohov is the next assistant he is looking for, similar to Quirrell?

If the wand is really in Draco's father's hand, does it mean that he is dangerous?

Oh, it's getting more and more confusing.

Harry buried his face in his hands, not letting himself see the scenery in the lounge, trying hard to immerse himself in the dimly lit church and the abandoned garbage dump.

However, it was like trying to hold water with both hands. The harder he tried to grasp the details, the faster they slipped through his fingers...

He only knew that Voldemort suddenly had a body, then died, and he finally targeted Draco's father.

Hello, Harry, are you okay? Harry's heart trembled, and he looked at the source of the sound.

It's Helena!

She was suspended in the air, matching the stars in the dome of the round room, just like the beautiful Chang'e mentioned in Ryan's story.

It's nothing, just a nightmare. Harry didn't tell the truth. He felt that telling Helena this would make her think he was a lunatic.

Harry didn't really care if others thought of him this way, but if this person was replaced by Helena, it would be bad.

At 12 noon, when eating in the hall.

Harry stopped Draco and pulled him to the Ravenclaw table.

Antonin Dolohov?

I know him, he is my family's enemy.

He killed my mother's two brothers and their families.

He is in Azkaban now.

Harry, why are you talking about this all of a sudden?

And he stopped Draco. Ron frowned, as if he had heard something disgusting.

Ron actually didn't have a strong impression of what Antonin Dolohov had done, because his two uncles were killed before he was born.

Moreover, his mother didn't want to mention them, pretending that they were still alive.

However, he could see that it was his mother who occasionally looked at a gold watch and cried in the middle of the night.

Ron remembered the watch very clearly, and the back of it was a little uneven, and there was no pointer on the dial, only a few stars running.

What's the matter, I had a dream, but you know, I have an inexplicable connection with Voldemort. Harry began to talk about everything in the dream intermittently.

If I heard it correctly, Voldemort has regained his form in a place we don't know?

Then why did he steal the Philosopher's Stone last school year? Ron asked.

The reason why he didn't question that it was just a dream was because Harry didn't know Antonin Dolohov and had never heard of him, and Harry suddenly said this name, which also meant that this dream must be true.

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Maybe he was just resurrected temporarily, just like possessing Quirrell?

I know why the name Greyback appeared in their conversation.

He must have been possessed by Voldemort, and the old man recognized this. Draco guessed.

Maybe, but in the last school year, he could only stay in the back of Quirrell's head, but in his dreams, he could occupy the body of a wizard himself. I think his skills are slowly recovering. Harry couldn't help but worry.

Maybe last school year, he drained Quirrell's vitality and recovered some of his skills.

But didn't Voldemort die again in your dream?

Now he is just a snake in the garbage dump.

I think he may take another ten years to recover slowly. Ron frowned at first, then teased.

In his eyes, Voldemort will be quiet for a long time again.

No, I don't think so.

He finally thought of Antonin Dolohov.

Dolohov is already very old! Still in Azkaban.

If Voldemort's plan really takes more than ten years, I think Dolohov would have died by then.

So Draco guessed, and Harry and Ron gasped. Ron's sudden mumbling made Harry feel cold all over.

He slowed down and walked towards the empty lounge. He was ready to recall the things in his dream there.

So, looking at the stars painted on the dome ceiling, Harry fell into memories, recalling the scenes in his dream just now.

Everything was so realistic... There was one person he knew, and two he didn't know... He frowned, concentrated his thoughts, and tried hard to recall... A dim church appeared vaguely in front of him... There was an old man under the statue... An old man with a white beard and an unknown name... He seemed to be related to Lucius Malfoy... There was also a cold, sharp voice... It was Voldemort's voice.

When Harry thought of this guy, he felt as if a piece of ice had slipped into his stomach... Voldemort broke into the church... Wanted to know about a wand.

Then a familiar name, Greyback, who Lupin had mentioned, appeared again.

Voldemort wanted to attack directly... Then after a majestic voice, a figure appeared out of thin air... And a huge clock... The new wizard was dressed like a Muggle.

Harry closed his eyes tightly and tried to recall the appearance of that person, but he couldn't... Maybe this was really a dream?

Because it was too strange. When the person said to transform, a long paragraph was inserted... Why did I say inserted... Because the next second, he transformed into a weird, sacred armored appearance... And that paragraph was clearly said for several seconds... Could time still slip away?

Then there was a strong and short pain, and the next second he seemed to turn into a mouse again... The next second he was swallowed alive by a snake again... That sticky, dark, and squeezed feeling, Harry probably will never forget it in his life.

Then, the dream changed again. His body became soft, powerful and flexible, sliding across the dark, cold stones among the abandoned garbage heaps... He slid on his belly while lying on the ground... The light was dim, but he could see the light of the objects around him, some strange, bright colors... He became a snake!

But strangely, he could think.

The names of Azkaban, Antonin Dolohov, and Draco's father's wand filled his chaotic mind... Then he suddenly woke up... Maybe it was because his scar suddenly hurt?

Why did Voldemort have a body again?

Why did Greyback's name appear in the conversation between Voldemort and the old man?

What kind of wand is that?

Why did even Voldemort want him. Was the mysterious wizard who appeared also because of that wand?

The wand was in Draco's father's hand?

Did Voldemort die again?

Why did he think of Azkaban?

Antonin Dolohov was the next assistant he was looking for, similar to Quirrell?

If the wand is really in Draco's father's hand, does that mean he is dangerous?

Oh, it's getting more and more confusing.

Harry buried his face in his hands, not allowing himself to see the scenery in the lounge, and tried hard to immerse himself in the dimly lit church and the abandoned garbage dump.

However, it was like trying to hold water with both hands. The harder he tried to grasp those details, the faster they slipped through his fingers...

He only knew that Voldemort suddenly had a body, then died, and he finally targeted Draco's father.

Hello, Harry, are you okay? Harry's heart trembled, and he looked at the source of the sound.

It's Helena!

She was suspended in the air, matching the stars in the dome of this round room, just like the beautiful Chang'e mentioned in Ryan's story.

It's nothing, just a nightmare. Harry didn't tell the truth. He felt that telling Helena this would make her think he was a lunatic.

Harry didn't really care if others thought of him like this, but if this person was replaced by Helena, it would be bad.

12 noon, during lunch in the Great Hall.

Harry stopped Draco and pulled him to the Ravenclaw table.

Antonin Dolohov?

I know him, he is my family's enemy.

He killed my mother's two brothers and their families.

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He is in Azkaban now.

Harry, why are you talking about this all of a sudden?

And he stopped Draco as well. Ron frowned, as if he had heard something disgusting.

Ron actually did not have a strong impression of what Antonin Dolohov had done, because his two uncles were killed before he was born.

Moreover, his mother did not want to mention them, pretending that they were still alive.

However, he could see that it was his mother who occasionally looked at a gold watch and cried in the middle of the night.

Ron remembered the watch very clearly, and the back of it was a little uneven, and there was no pointer on the dial, only a few stars running.

What I said, I had a dream, but you know, I have an inexplicable connection with Voldemort. Harry began to talk about everything in the dream intermittently.

If I heard it correctly, Voldemort has regained his form in a place we don't know?

Then why did he steal the Philosopher's Stone last school year? Ron asked.

The reason why he didn't question that it was just a dream was because Harry didn't know Antonin Dolohov, nor had he heard of him, and Harry suddenly said this name, which also meant that this dream must be true.

Maybe he was just temporarily resurrected, just like possessing Quirrell?

I know why the name of Greyback appeared in their conversation.

He must have been possessed by Voldemort, and the old man recognized this. Draco guessed.

Maybe, but in the last school year, he could only stay in the back of Quirrell's head, but in the dream, he could occupy the body of a wizard himself. I think his skills are slowly recovering. Harry couldn't help but worry.

Maybe last school year, he drained Quirrell's vitality and recovered some of his skills.

But didn't Voldemort die again in your dream?

Now he is just a snake in the garbage dump.

I think it will take him another ten years to recover slowly. Ron frowned at first, then teased.

In his eyes, Voldemort would be quiet for a long time.

No, I don't think so.

He finally thought of Antonin Dolohov.

Dolohov is already very old! Still in Azkaban.

If Voldemort's plan really took more than ten years, I think Dolohov would have died by then.

So Draco guessed, and Harry and Ron took a breath.