Hogwarts Homecoming

Harry was stunned looking at the door.

For several months, the door that often appeared in his dreams should be the one that Voldemort had been dreaming about, and it finally appeared in front of him more concretely.

This black door also caused a misunderstanding.

He once thought that Malfoy went to Borgin's to buy alchemical tools that could break the seal just to open this door for Voldemort.

But in fact, Malfoy's task was to open Professor Braine's office and take away the wand that belonged to the black witch.

Harry finally felt that something was wrong.

He had seen things from the perspective of dreams many times, but in these experiences, without exception, Voldemort himself was at the scene.

And what was going on now?

He followed Sirius, but Voldemort didn't appear?

"Sirius!"

The incorporeal Harry shouted desperately, trying to remind him to look back, because

But as Harry expected, Sirius didn't hear any movement at all.

Sirius began to move. He walked through the dim and cool corridor with firm and decisive steps, occasionally jogging a few steps, and then pushed open the door and walked in.

Even though he was worried about Sirius's safety, Harry couldn't help but take a few more glances at the room behind the door.

After all, he had been tortured by this dream for a long time, and even though many absurd things had happened to him, he had never experienced such an experience.

A large round room, everything was black, including the floor and ceiling.

There were many doors inlaid on the surrounding black walls, all exactly the same, without any markings.

Sirius was obviously not here for the first time. He knew which door he should open, and walked confidently to the door opposite the one they entered this room through.

Perhaps because he thought of Remus's wedding tomorrow, Sirius seemed to be in a good mood.

He walked over humming a song, not realizing that his life was at stake.

The second door Sirius passed was filled with beautiful, diamond-like light.

Harry's perspective changed, and he was now wandering over Sirius's head.

The display stands in this large room were filled with all kinds of clocks, large clocks, small clocks, grandfather clocks and travel clocks, and the one that was shining was a crystal cover of a clock across the room.

Harry didn't know why the Ministry of Magic had so many alarm clocks in the Department of Mysteries. If it were another time, he would definitely be willing to spend more time thinking about these interesting clocks, but now, he was only worried about Sirius's safety.

He called out over Sirius's head, and even tried to get rid of the dream and find a way to contact Sirius quickly.

However, these attempts failed without exception.

He could only passively follow Sirius to the end of the room.

But Sirius's goal was not this clock-shaped crystal cover, but a door behind the crystal cover.

Sirius paused in front of the door, turned his head and looked around the hall vigilantly, as if he was on guard against something.

But he still heard Harry's loud reminder to him.

Sirius pushed the door open and they went in.

Compared to the last room, this one was much more plain.

The room was like a large church, filled with tall shelves, on which were many small, gray glass balls.

The glass balls flickered dimly under the reflection of the wall candlesticks between the shelves.

Harry felt cold, as if because of the chill in his heart.

But at the same time, an inexplicable desire that surged through his body made him stop waking Sirius. He walked along the ceiling above Sirius' head and followed him step by step.

"Ninety-seven rows--"

Sirius lit the light with his wand, muttering softly while checking the silver numbers flashing on the shelves.

Hurry up, hurry up!

The sudden hissing sound in his mind occupied Harry's consciousness and made him unable to think.

Finally, after crossing most of the room, Sirius found the ninety-seventh row of shelves, then he turned right and walked into the passage between two rows of shelves.

Desire erupted in his heart like a volcano, and Harry found that his viewing angle gradually dropped from a high place to the ground.

Something was going to happen!

"Be careful, Sirius, there is a sneak attack!"

Harry roared with bloodshot eyes, praying to all the gods he could pray to that Sirius could hear him, but it was still in vain.

Sirius just leaned over and looked at the crystal ball on the shelf. After confirming that it was safe, Sirius looked much more relaxed, even yawned and stretched!

Excitement and despair existed in Harry's heart at the same time, making him almost lose himself, but the desire to save his godfather surpassed everything.

He screamed desperately, wanting to get closer to Sirius, so that maybe Sirius could hear his voice.

Then, his wish came true.

The perspective he was looking at also jumped over the ninety-seventh row of shelves and entered the passage.

Sirius, who had just been sitting cross-legged on the ground, seemed to be ready to keep watch, but suddenly jumped up.

Since the dream, Sirius's sight was really on him for the first time, but his gray eyes were full of shock and fear!

The perspective rose, as if he stood up from a crawling state.

From the corner of his eye, he glanced at the crystal ball beside him. The face he saw in the light reflected by the crystal ball made Harry's heart sink completely!

A voice came out of his own mouth, a cold, high-pitched voice without any human kindness.

"You know what I want. Quick, take it off. I can't touch it, you can."

"How could you!"

Sirius leaned back and bumped into a row of shelves behind him. The crystal balls placed on them shattered to the ground.

"How did you know it was here!"

"Don't you think that the Ministry and the stupid Order of the Phoenix don't have Lord Voldemort's eyes? Sirius——"

Voldemort's long and narrow nose slit widened, and his blood-red eyes shot out a playful light.

"Quick Black, bring me the things, and I, Lord Voldemort, can give you a reward. A. Oh, a decent and less painful way to die——"

Voldemort said softly,

"But if you decide to imitate that stupid, poor Potter couple, then you may have to suffer some hardships. Come on, Lord Voldemort is staring at you--"

"You are not allowed to insult James and Lily, Voldemort!"

The word 'Mr. and Mrs. Potter' coming out of Voldemort's mouth immediately angered Sirius. His tired face showed unyielding determination, and he raised his wand and was about to attack!

"That's a pity--"

Amidst Harry's mad curses, Voldemort whispered and held out his wand.

That wand is different from the one used by Voldemort on the night of Voldemort's resurrection and in the Battle of Diagon Alley, but it still looks somewhat familiar--

Harry was surprised that he was still studying Voldemort's wand at this time, but then an extremely painful scream interrupted Harry's thoughts and shattered his dream!

"Don't do that, don't do that!"

Harry, whose green eyes were dyed red, suddenly jumped up from the ground. He didn't care about Hermione who fell to the ground with a scream after being hit on the forehead by him. She pulled out her wand and pointed left and right like crazy.

"Don't torture him, you despicable bastard!"

Harry, who looked like a mad man, shouted and forced back the group of people surrounding him.

"Harry!"

Until Ginny let out a loud sob and desperately rushed to hug him. Her nose smelled the scent of matcha that sometimes made his heart palpitate. The blood red in Harry's eyes slowly faded away.