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Although the room was warm from the fireplace, Harry's whole body was soaked with cold sweat, and beads of sweat on his forehead slid down his cheeks.

He took a deep breath, forced himself to calm down, and stuffed his red nose into his pocket.

"Oh my God, it's happening again..."

Harry murmured in a low voice, holding his head tightly with both hands.

The lightning-shaped scar on his forehead seemed to be burning, and severe pain spread from there and rushed straight to his mind.

He felt as if his head was torn by two huge forces, as if it would split in half at any time.

He gasped, and the cold sweat on his forehead dripped down, and his vision began to blur.

In the pain, he vaguely heard the footsteps of someone approaching.

"Harry? Are you okay?"

The familiar voice pulled him back from the abyss of pain.

Raising his head, he saw Hermione standing in front of him, looking at him with worry on her face.

She was holding an open textbook in her hand, and she had obviously just rushed over from the sofa.

Harry tried to force out a comforting smile, but the pain made his expression stiff and unnatural.

He shook his head hurriedly, his voice weak and hurried.

"It's okay... I... I just need to breathe some fresh air."

Hermione obviously didn't believe his perfunctory, and frowned even more tightly.

"But your complexion looks terrible, is the scar hurting again? Do you want to go to Professor McGonagall--"

"Really not."

Harry almost interrupted her and stood up with all his strength.

He pushed the parchment and ink bottle spread out on the table in front of Hermione, his tone a little hurried.

"These are this week's weekend homework, you help me check them. I'll go out for some fresh air first."

He lowered his head and hurriedly left the lounge without waiting for Hermione to answer.

His steps were slightly staggering, as if he was afraid that others would see his embarrassment at the moment.

Hermione stood there, watching Harry's back disappear at the door of the lounge, and the worry on her face did not diminish at all.

She bit her lip and turned to look at Ron, who was still snoring on the sofa, obviously not noticing what had just happened.

"Really..."

Hermione sighed softly, put the textbook aside, and lowered her head to check the homework Harry had left.

Harry stepped into the snow outside the castle, and the cold air hit him, bringing a piercing chill, but it also made him a little more sober from the confusion just now.

The sun was particularly bright today, and the setting sun was low. The golden afterglow sprinkled the walls of Hogwarts and the vast snowfield, as if the whole world was coated with a layer of dreamy brilliance.

He raised his hand, gently pressed his forehead, closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

The white mist he exhaled turned into a soft cloud in the cold air, and was then blown away by the wind.

The evil thought still lurked in his heart, like a hungry beast lurking in the dark, but Devereux's firm advice was like a lighthouse, always shining in his mind, guiding him not to be swallowed by the darkness.

"We can still choose friends."

Harry repeated this sentence silently, and his heart gradually calmed down.

His breathing became even, and the pain gradually receded. The suffocating feeling pressing on his chest seemed to be blown away by the cold wind.

He slowly put down his hands and opened his eyes. The scenery in front of him made him hold his breath.

The snow was pure white, as if it had been cast a bleaching spell, pure without a trace of flaws.

The light of the setting sun made the snow sparkle, and each snowflake was like a tiny diamond, emitting a faint but bright light.

The Forbidden Forest in the distance was shrouded in mist, and the branches were covered with ice crystals. When the breeze blew, the ice crystals collided with each other, making a crisp tinkling sound, like a chord played by nature.

Harry's eyes swept across the castle. The familiar spires and high walls were dyed warm orange by the setting sun.

Every window of the castle reflected golden light, like countless warm lights welcoming birds returning home.

All these beautiful scenery made Harry feel a little relieved.

The corners of his mouth slightly raised, revealing a long-lost smile.

"At least at this time, there is still such a beautiful existence..."

He whispered to himself, his voice was so soft that it was almost blown away by the wind. He still had friends, a good life, and responsible teachers. He was not that bad. He was just sick and would get better in the future.

Harry adjusted for a while and was about to get up and return to the lounge, but he heard the hurried footsteps and the fierce argument from the corridor behind him.

"Minerva! I think this matter must be reported to the Ministry of Magic as soon as possible, so that they can send more Aurors to Hogwarts to be on guard! Who knows if this is another dark wizard's work!"

This is Slughorn's voice, with the usual exaggeration and tension.

Harry is already somewhat familiar with this temporary Potions professor.

Snape and Deveraux have been busy with an experimental project recently, so Slughorn temporarily took over the Potions class.

Harry recalled this morning's class. Slughorn mentioned more than once that he missed the presentation meeting of the experimental project because he had to prepare for the class, and he was deeply sorry for it.

However, Harry always felt that he was just making up an excuse - after all, someone like Slughorn who was careful about his reputation would probably be more afraid of any danger at the meeting.

Then, a stern but familiar voice responded to him.

"Horace, everything must be reported to Dumbledore first! In such a sensitive period, every action needs his approval. You must remember that if you teach at Hogwarts, you must obey his instructions, understand?"

Harry couldn't help shrinking his neck when he heard Professor McGonagall's voice.

Although he had great respect for the Transfiguration professor, her majestic aura always made him feel a little oppressive.

"But... that's a corpse!"

Slughorn's voice was filled with undisguised fear.

"My God, there is not a single piece of good meat on the body! You said this was not done by a dark wizard? This is absolutely impossible! Dumbledore is not in school now, how can you tell him?"

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