Harry Potter and the Great Old Ones

"Oh...ah...right..." Harry scratched his head, "Your powers of observation are really keen..."

After finishing speaking, Harry was stunned for a moment, then looked at each other and laughed.

"Sorry, sorry, sorry Harry." Hermione smiled and cried, bending down to wipe away her tears, "We are so familiar with each other, sometimes I even forget that you are a boy."

"I sometimes forget that you are a girl." Harry also laughed.

"You want to invite me to Horace's Christmas dinner, don't you think those girls will drug you?" Hermione asked.

"Yes." Harry scratched his head and said, "Those girls...are indeed a bit annoying."

"So, go and invite a girl to accompany you to Horace Slughorn's Christmas dinner." Hermione urged, "And you can't just invite anyone, they are all watching you, everyone is watching. I think you are the savior!"

Harry and Hermione walked along the empty corridor lit by lights towards the common room while enjoying the pleasure of talking normally again.

"But I am the savior." Harry said happily.

"Wow -" The scratch paper in Hermione's hand slapped Harry's head mercilessly.

"Um...Okay...I, I will find someone..." Harry said with a smile, "I will find a cooler girl."

"Harlequin cane." Harry said to the Fat Lady when they finally reached the door of the Gryffindor common room. This was the latest holiday password.

"Same for you." The fat lady said, grinning mischievously, and the portrait slid forward to let them pass.

"Hi, Harry." Romilda said as soon as Harry came in through the portrait hole, "Would you like to try the jasmine pop water? It's delicious."

With that said, Romilda handed Harry a glass of frothy pink drink.

Hermione gave him a "what did I tell you?" look over his shoulder.

"No, thanks." Harry replied quickly, "I don't really like it."

"Then take these anyway." She forced a box to Harry, "Chocolate candies with firewhiskey in them. My grandfather sent them to me. I don't like them."

"Oh, well, thank you very much," said Harry, unable to think of anything else to say, "Uh--just now--I came here with--"

Before he could finish speaking, Harry hurriedly ran behind Hermione.

Then Hermione continued to cover up and returned to her dormitory from the spiral staircase.

Harry felt extremely tired. He almost fell into sleep as soon as he returned to the dormitory. In his dream, Harry seemed to have come to a strange place...

...

Following the internal files of the Ministry of Mysteries re-established by the Magical Federation, Voldemort found the dark cave entrance to the Dreamland located in the New Kush Mountains in Afghanistan.

It was a small rock cave that could only allow one person to barely pass through. Bursts of cold wind blew out from an unknown place deep inside the cave entrance, causing Voldemort's Dove-like wizard robe to sway like water waves.

"Humph..." Voldemort laughed coldly, then raised his legs and walked into the dark and deep hole.

Ever since he re-refined a Horcrux and used his own Horcrux to make a ladder, the pressure on Voldemort suddenly eased——

"Humph, a kid is a kid after all. He only knows how to use violence to coerce others." Voldemort said contemptuously, "He has no idea that the entire European Ministry of Magic, including the British Ministry of Magic, has been infiltrated by me into a sieve."