Harry Potter and the Temple of Tales

Harry tossed and turned, unable to fall asleep.

He thought about Hermione's words, and his feelings for Qiu Zhang that had been extinguished became active again.

He didn't know what to do. He really didn't know anything about emotions. Even if Louis and the others taught him how to do it, he still couldn't understand it.

Schools should teach more about this, how to understand a girl's heart. He turned over and thought immediately.

The everlasting sound of snoring came from the Gryffindor fifth-year boys' dormitory, which was the sound of Neville falling asleep.

Harry also fell asleep shortly after him. He saw himself back at the D.A.'s training ground. It was late at night, and Qiu and the two of them were the only ones in the whole place.

Qiu complained that Harry tricked him into coming here, saying that he would only agree to meet her if he needed one hundred and fifty chocolate frog cards.

Harry argued that he didn't.

Cho Chang said loudly to him: "Look, Cedric and Krum both gave me many, many cards."

She threw all the pictures into the air, and the pictures turned into two figures in the air, Hermione and Ginny appeared in front of him.

"Harry, you can't do this. I advise you to give him something else."

"How about the Firebolt?" Ginny said eagerly, "Give him your Firebolt, Harry."

Harry argued with them, saying that the Firebolt could not be sent because Umbridge had already collected it.

"Then why don't you try another way? How about asking her to go to the woods?"

Hermione and Ginny both laughed, and Harry was suddenly speechless. Almost in an instant, the scene changed.

He felt like he had entered a dark corridor, but it was different from the dream he had had before.

From his perspective, he felt like a snake crawling on the ground.

He didn't know where he was now. It was like a hell-like sea of ​​fire. He walked through the deep corridor and came to a circular place.

The site looked extremely empty, and was tightly surrounded by four pillars, with statues of four-headed dragons carved on them, and their eyes seemed to emit green light.

"finally."

A slightly older voice came from behind, and Harry was surprised to see a figure wearing a black cloak.

That was Voldemort, walking slowly alone, as if he were a hundred-year-old man.

"You did well, Nagini."

He hissed, and the majesty of Snake's voice filled the entire hall. Voldemort's steps seemed to cause a commotion in the venue, bursts of magical light suddenly started on the ground, and barriers suddenly appeared out of thin air.

But Voldemort waved his wand contemptuously, and those barriers were torn to pieces like paper.

Harry had already realized that he was a snake, a snake that could only crawl on the ground. He could not use his consciousness to control his body at all, and could only watch Voldemort approaching little by little.

"Tsk tsk tsk."

"These people from the Ministry of Magic do have some tricks up their sleeves."

He waved his wand, and a sea of ​​flames suddenly surged underneath, and Harry could clearly feel that something was awakening below.

What a strange dream this is, extremely real and extremely magical.

He had no idea what Voldemort was doing and could only watch helplessly as he took action. He wanted to yell and call people over, but he couldn't do it at all.

At this moment, a figure appeared from the entrance of the passage where Harry had just passed. Harry had never seen that person, but he was definitely not soft-hearted in taking action.

A thick beam of light headed straight towards Voldemort. He looked extremely confident, as if he had accumulated energy for a long time.

The light was extremely dazzling. While Voldemort was dealing with the magic circle left by the Ministry of Magic, he was also dealing with the offensive magic from the mysterious visitor. Harry did not believe that he could do both.

But it turned out that Voldemort's power was completely beyond Harry's imagination. He barely even looked in that direction, and pointed in that direction with his other hand that was not holding the wand, and the beam of light stopped in mid-air.

Harry suddenly felt an extreme sting. He could no longer care about what was happening on the scene. When he regained consciousness again, the magic light beam exploded instantly.

The remaining light waves affected the mysterious man, who looked at Voldemort in disbelief.

Blood overflowed from the corners of his mouth, wounds could be seen everywhere on his body, and the magical power shook all his internal organs.

"traitor."

Voldemort grabbed him, his eyes filled with anger, and that moment interrupted his progress in breaking down those barriers.

The mysterious man's life was passing by rapidly, and the blood fell on the ground drop by drop. Harry wanted to go up to help him, but it was completely useless. He could do nothing except shouting in his heart.

"Harry! Harry!"

It was Ron's voice. Following that voice, he gradually woke up from the dark dream.

He was soaked all over and lying on the bed tremblingly. The sheets were wrapped around him and he felt like he was wearing tight clothes.

His forehead was about to explode, the pain was unprecedented and unbearable.

"Harry!" Ron seemed frightened. There were many Gryffindors standing beside Harry's bed, including Neville and Dean.

Harry couldn't open his eyes in pain, fell his head, and vomited to the side.

"He's really sick."

Ron said hurriedly, "Go and call Professor McGonagall quickly."

"Dumbledore, I need to tell Dumbledore..." Harry murmured.

"Harry what did you say?"

"I want to see Dumbledore!" Harry forced himself to sit up from the bed, "Hurry, he will be dead later."

"who?"

"Voldemort," he gasped, "he's killing people."

"Mysterious Man?" Ron trembled, then touched Harry's forehead, "That's Nightmare Harry. If Mysterious Man is not here, no one will die."

"No, that was not a dream!" Harry said irritably, "I was at the scene, Voldemort was hurting him, and he was about to die."

"Harry...."

"What's wrong, Potter." The dormitory door was opened, and Professor McGonagall walked in and asked them what happened.

"Professor, Harry has a nightmare. He dreams of a mysterious man hurting a wizard..."

"I told you it wasn't a dream!" Harry defended, "I don't know where it was, but it was real."

Professor McGonagall looked at him through the glasses, as if telling him that this was impossible.

"Believe me Professor, I'm not lying." Harry said, "I'm telling you, I saw it."

"Okay, I believe you." Professor McGonagall said briefly, and she motioned for Harry to go with her.

"Come with me to see Principal Potter. I need you to tell him everything you saw, word for word."

"Oh and."

When leaving the boys' dormitory, Professor McGonagall turned around and said to Ron and the others.

"Call Wiggins and tell him that Principal Dumbledore asked him to come over. Mr. Weasley, you and Miss Granger should come too."