harry potter book of crimes

It was darkness, a shimmering darkness.

Except for the faint blood-colored haze, it seemed that nothing could be seen in front of me. This feeling was as if I was under a ray of light, but I closed my eyes tightly, and there was only light penetrating through my eyelids in my field of vision.

It came out hazy red and black.

Harry didn't know where he was, and he couldn't tell whether everything he saw was a dream or fiction, reality or fiction.

He seemed to open his eyelids to see where he was. But his eyelids seemed to be as heavy as lead, stagnant and weak, and could not be separated even a fraction of a second.

"Where is this... warm or cold? Day or night?"

He didn't know, he had no way of knowing anything. He just felt that his whole body seemed to be enveloped by a majestic force, and some kind of pain from the heart was constantly steaming through his body, as if he was in hell.

Burned by hellfire.

It was an overwhelming pain that forced him to keep his curled body and endure it silently, hoping that this seemingly endless torture would come to an end at some point.

In the endless pain, time is like a meaningless concept. I don’t know how long it has passed, maybe seconds, minutes, hours...or years? In short, on a certain day,

In an instant, he seemed to hear a gentle sound of footsteps coming from far away, one step after another, calm, relaxed, unhurried, and dexterously walking in front of him.

"Who is it? Who's there? Help me..."

Harry screamed silently in his heart, but he couldn't even move the corners of his mouth, so how could he open his mouth and try to communicate with others? However, he could feel it to some extent. The other person seemed to squat down in front of him, and there was a physical movement.

The eyes are looking at myself.

"Who is that? Who is it?" He endured the pain and anxiety and secretly said in his heart, "No, you are fine with anyone, just help me...save me..."

"I think you don't need anyone else to save you..." Just when Harry was about to give up calling, the other party responded as if he finally heard his voice, "Just like 'him', who can save

What’s yours, sometimes it can only be your own.”

The voice echoed in Harry's ears, sometimes very far away and sometimes very close. It was erratic, but it made him feel a subtle sense of familiarity.

"Wha, what do you mean? Who are you? You..."

"Who am I? Is it important to you?" The other party gently interrupted him, his tone was calm and unhurried, "I am just an insignificant passerby to you. I have more important things waiting for me.

Ask me to do it, and you... child, of course you are the same..."

While the other party was saying these irrelevant words, he slowly stood up straight again, as if he was about to take steps to move forward. Harry had a hunch that if he missed the other party at this moment, he would probably miss him in the future.

There is no possibility of meeting each other again.

"Wait!" he shouted in his mind, "please tell me, what should I do? How can I leave this place?"

As Harry shouted with all his strength, the man seemed to pause. He didn't know if the other person looked back for a moment, or if he would say anything else.

After a while, while Harry waited silently, the voice sounded again.

"...Life is like a test, the answer is always in the book, isn't it?"

The other party only left such a sentence, and then continued to take his next step, moving forward step by step without hesitation, and gradually moved away from him.

"Test? What? I -"

Harry yelled suddenly, but after shouting a few times, he was shocked to find that he had sat up. As for the last words just now, they actually came out of his mouth.

of.

In shock, he suddenly opened his eyes.

The hazy curtains, the dark interior, and the soft mattress sitting under his buttocks - isn't this his own dormitory? Just opposite his bed, Ron was pulling his face out of the pillow in a daze.

, looking here with a dull look on his face, there was even a glimmer of saliva hanging from the corner of his mouth.

"Harry..." Ron muttered inarticulately, "I asked you to hand over the answer just now, but why did you ignore me? Hmm... If our seats are close enough for the next game, remember to

Show me the answer..."

"Oh, I know, I will definitely give it to you——"

Harry tugged on the collar of his nightgown and found that his whole body seemed to have been soaked in water, and every inch of his skin was covered in sticky cold sweat. After hearing Ron's sleepy rants, he was not interested at all.

I wanted to pay more attention to it, but I just said it casually.

"Well, thank you...I'll go to the examination room first."

Ron said this with his eyes half open, and then he retreated into the bed again, smacked his lips and went back to sleep. It seemed that he was planning to go back to his dream to take his O.W.Ls mock test.

Woolen cloth!

Harry naturally didn't care about Ron anymore. He just stretched out his hand to cover his forehead and stood in a daze.

The lightning-shaped scar that had grown up with him since he was a child was still aching. The unspeakable sting was somewhat similar to the pain in the dream just now, and it seemed to be reminding him all the time.

, it was not an ordinary nightmare without any reason.

"...Could it be that this has something to do with Voldemort?"

Harry gently stroked the scar on his forehead, and the touch from his fingertips was as slippery and disgusting as he had felt in childhood, without any change.

After thinking aimlessly for a moment, he used Occlumency again to isolate his consciousness. It was not until the tingling sensation slowly faded away with the isolation that he breathed a sigh of relief.

.

At least, despite the palpitations, the magic Maka gave him was still useful.

After calming down to some extent, Harry put down the hand covering the scar, frowned and recalled the past conversations Professor Dumbledore had with him about this kind of nightmare. Although a long time had passed, he could vaguely remember

He still remembers that Dumbledore once told him that everything in the dream was probably real.

Perhaps, while he was dreaming about those scenes, that scene was also being played out somewhere in the world. And the protagonist of that incident was most likely Voldemort himself.

Now, Voldemort has been defeated by Maka - at that time, the corpses by the lake in the front courtyard of Hogwarts were all published in the newspapers, which was obviously not false.

According to Maka's speculation in St. Mungo's Ward after that, Voldemort was not really dead. This fact seemed to be mutually confirmed with the nightmare she just had.

But in this case, where is Voldemort now?

Of course, there was also the unknown person who claimed to be a "passerby" who appeared later. After that person said some incomprehensible words to himself...or to Voldemort, he left again. Who was that person?

Who? Enemy or friend? He really had no clue.

After a while of random guessing, Harry took a deep breath, then opened the curtain on the bed and touched his glasses on the bedside table.

It was not yet dawn, but he really had no intention of continuing to take a nap. After casually changing his clothes, Harry quietly walked out of the dormitory and went to the common room outside to sit by the window.

Sat down.

The temperature before dawn was still a bit low, but he didn't want to light the fireplace at all. The cool air could make his brain clearer. Even if he thought about it, he couldn't get any reliable answers, but that was better than

It's better not to want anything.

The moon set and the sun rose, and the darkness of the night was gradually dispelled by the rising sun in the east. Harry just sat there, quietly waiting for the beginning of another day.

"Harry?"

As expected, Hermione was still the first to get up after him.

"Good morning, Hermione." Harry turned around and whispered, "I remember you said that your parents are both dentists? Do doctors pay attention to cultivating good living habits?"

"What are you talking about?" Hermione looked at him hesitantly, and asked after a while, "Since you woke up so early, why don't you take the time to review more? You know, your history of magic can be

It’s still lingering on the passing line!”

"Oh, please forgive me now..." Harry smiled bitterly and shook his head, but found that Hermione's everyday words made him feel more at ease, "Well, actually... I want to have something

I should discuss this matter with you."

Hermione carried her schoolbag and walked to the armchair in front of him and sat down, waving her hands nonchalantly.

"If it's about reducing the amount of review, there's no need to discuss it!" she said, "I'm doing this for your own good! If you don't want to fail the O.W.Ls exam, just follow my arrangements honestly -

"

"No, it's not this..." Harry covered his face and said helplessly, "Can you put aside the exam first? I really have something very important... Do you remember? I have done this before.

Several nightmares...about Voldemort!"

"What?" Hermione heard this and suddenly paused while taking out the book, "Are you having a nightmare again? Where is your Occlumency? What did you see in your dream?"

It stands to reason that Harry's ability to spy on Voldemort in his dreams would be of great help in finding where Voldemort is. But for Harry himself, it is very likely that there is something unknown to him.

The dangers of fame. As Harry's good friend, Hermione would certainly rather Harry seal off his consciousness to block the connection between him and Voldemort.

But since he had that kind of dream again this time, while being worried, Hermione naturally had the subconscious idea to use it to find out.