Hogwarts: The Strongest Annie Magus In History

The excruciating pain made Harry struggle in his dream, Ron, who was sleeping next to him, hurriedly jumped out of bed, and stretched out his hand to wake Harry up.

Harry clutched his head and sat up abruptly from the bed. He looked at Ron and Neville beside him, panting continuously.

Ron said in a panic: "Harry, I heard you calling Charlotte's name in your dream, did you have some kind of nightmare?"

The way Harry called Charlotte just now made Ron a little scared.

He stared at Harry closely, afraid that someone else was pretending to be Harry sleeping here.

Harry was still in shock, he looked at Ron: "I, did I fall in the town?"

Just now, it was obviously that crazy wizard who called Charlotte's name. He had never seen that old wizard, but he clearly knew who that person was.

It's him!

It's that mysterious man!

It's Voldemort!

Harry was a little flustered, why did he have a dream come true.

He remained silent for a long time, stretched out his hand to touch the scar on his forehead, and intuitively told him that all this had something to do with his scar.

But why would Voldemort call Charlotte's name in that hateful tone?

"Harry! Harry!" Ron shook Harry, and Harry woke up again. He looked at Ron, and Ron said in a panic, "Are you okay? Is the scar on your head hurting again?""

Harry looked a little complicated, he didn't know how to tell Ron and Neville, Neville was on the side, and said: "My grandma said that some little wizards are just targeted by nightmares

Did you have a nightmare, Harry. "

Harry shook his head and said nothing more.

It's better not to discuss this matter with Ron and Neville.

"Nothing happened, I just had a nightmare."

Ron and Neville saw that he was able to speak normally again. Although his face was pale, at least he had returned to his usual familiar appearance. They relaxed, and then went back to sleep on their own beds.

Harry sat on the bed, feeling a little scared as he touched his scar.

He feels something strange, especially when his mood changes, a strange evil will be born in his heart.

This kind of evil, like a poisonous snake, is entrenched in his heart.

It made him feel very suffocated.

Harry lay on the bed, the pain of the scar starting to fade, and he decided to wait until tomorrow to tell Charlotte about it.

Perhaps this is what Ms. Trelawney refers to as precognitive dreams.

If it is really the so-called precognitive dream, then Charlotte may be in danger.

At this time, in the House of Responsiveness.

Charlotte slowly peeled off the soul fragment in the Horcrux, and then fed it to Tom Riddle in the diary.

Although the fragments in the Horcrux do not have memory and emotion, like Voldemort, they carry an extremely powerful and evil aura.

Charlotte looked at the changes in the diary curiously.

He wasn't worried that he would create a Voldemort with his own hands, he was a little curious whether Tom could resist this evil.

As soon as the fragments of the soul touched the diary, the diary began to vibrate crazily.

Charlotte let go, the entire Room of Requirement was under his control, and he wasn't worried that the diary would leave here.

As soon as the diary was out of Charlotte's control, it began to toss and leap rapidly in the air, rolling on the beach like a dead fish ashore, as if struggling to get back into the water.

Charlotte stared at the diary, Tom's painful voice came from the diary, he seemed to be trying to fuse the diary, but Tom's power was not strong, although what he fed to Tom was only a part of Voldemort's soul fragments , but the strength in it, that is, Tom can now fully bear.

In other words, the evil in it is not something Tom can fully accept now.

Charlotte thought (got it) for a while, reached out and took out her wand, and waved a simple magic power into the diary with the wand.

Soon the diary gradually quieted down, becoming less restless.

Snapped!

The diary hit the ground directly from the air, kicking up dust all over the place.

Charlotte looked at the diary. The old diary was stained with some gray that couldn't be washed off.

It worked!

Charlotte reached for the diary and opened it.

Hulala!!!

The diary flew out of Charlotte's hand automatically without wind, and then Xia was in front of Zhenluo!.