Harry Potter and the Old Ones

After the Easter holidays, there were more and more breezy days, and the weather became clearer and warmer day by day, but Harry and the other fifth, sixth and seventh grade students were trapped inside, reviewing , walking in and out of the library tiredly.

At the same time, some disturbing visions and strange dreams struck his mind again——

These hallucinations came and went quickly. Perhaps it was because he had really mastered Occlumency, or perhaps because of other life reasons. Harry was not affected too much, and even -

Sometimes Harry even wished he could have more of these illusions.

Different from last semester, the visions that invaded Harry's mind this time were picturesque scenes as beautiful as tourist attractions.

In a dream during Christmas, Harry dreamed of a monastery standing on a permafrost plain.

It was a monastery that obviously did not belong to humans. The stone door and stone walls of the monastery were extremely tall, at least twice or even three times the size of normal buildings. It exuded a unique blue-gray color that had been soaked in cold and frost all year round.

There is only an empty doorway left at the main entrance of the monastery, without any cover. The raging wind and snow blow into the monastery from time to time through the doorway, adding to the rough and uneven masonry floor of the monastery. Less desolate and mysterious.

—and then Harry woke up without a chance to see anything more.

Of course, Harry once asked Tiera about these things in the dream, but Tiera did not give Harry any positive answers. She just smiled and took out Harry's memories and stored them in Inside a small glass bottle, and then said:

"These things are still too early for you now. When you go to a magic university and study for a master's degree in magic, I will teach you in class and even take you there."

"But now." Tiera put away the memory with the small glass bottle, "You should pay more attention to the things in front of you."

What Tiera was referring to was Occlumency.

Harry didn't care much about not getting an accurate answer. After all, Harry was more concerned about the fragments of Voldemort's soul in him than the unknown places that appeared in his dreams.

But when Harry had these strange dreams again, he would no longer tell Tiera, but would write them down silently.

Harry always had a feeling that these scenes he accidentally dreamed might be closely related to what Voldemort was doing now, and he wanted to find out the truth himself.

Of course, Hermione didn't give them time to rest after the heavy review—

They would select a few afternoons every week to go to Hagrid's hut on the edge of the Forbidden Forest, drink tea with Hagrid, and then enjoy the rock cakes that were as hard as rocks.

"Alas" Just like the previous visits, Hagrid began to sigh after serving fragrant black tea and hot rock cakes to Harry, Ron and Hermione.

"Hagrid, is Aragog still not feeling well?" Hermione asked understandingly.

They all knew that Hagrid had a pet spider named Aragog that was kept deep in the Forbidden Forest. They also knew that the pet spider was not in good health and was probably not too far away from death.

"Ugh" Hagrid answered Hermione's question with his cry.