HP Approaches the Magic World

"Anyway," Hermione said indifferently, burying herself in her letter again, "you will have many opportunities to date her..."

"What if he doesn't want to date her?" Ron kept staring at Harry, with an unusual shrewdness on his face.

"Don't be stupid,"

Hermione said vaguely, "Harry has liked her for a long time, hasn't he, Harry?"

Harry didn't answer.

"Who are you writing a novel for?" Ron asked Hermione, stretching his head to read the parchment that had fallen to the ground, and Hermione dragged it up.

"Victor."

"Krum?"

"How many other Viktors do we know?"

Ron didn't speak, but looked strange. They sat in silence for another twenty minutes, and Ron finished his Transfiguration paper with impatient grunts and scribbles; Hermione wrote calmly

The end of the parchment was carefully rolled up and sealed; Harry stared at the fire, especially hoping that Sirius's head would appear and give him some advice about girls. But the fire just crackled and burned lower and lower until it turned red.

The hot charcoal turned into ashes. Harry looked around and found that only the three of them were left in the room again.

"Okay, good night." Hermione said, yawning loudly and walking towards the stairs of the girls' dormitory.

"What does she see in Krum?" Ron asked as they walked upstairs with Harry.

"Well," Harry said thoughtfully, "I think he is older... and he is an international star..."

"But apart from that," Ron seemed annoyed, "I mean, isn't he just a grumpy loser?"

"A bit grumpy," said Harry, still thinking about Cho.

They silently took off their robes and put on their pajamas.

Dean, Seamus and Neville were all asleep.

Harry put his glasses on the bedside table and got into bed, but did not close the curtains. Instead, he stared at the starry sky outside the window next to Neville's bed.

If he had known this time last night, he would kiss Qiu Zhang twenty-four hours later...

"Good night."

Ron said from his right.

"Good night."

He started to sleep.

…

Tonight, Harry felt that his body was soft, strong and flexible, sliding between the shiny metal fences and on the dark, cold stones... His body was close to the ground, sliding on his abdomen... The light was very dim,

But he could see the light of the surrounding objects, some strange and vivid colors... He turned his head... At a glance, the corridor was empty... No... there was a man sitting on the ground, his head hanging on his chest,

His silhouette flickered in the gloom.

Harry stuck out his tongue...he tasted the man...he was alive, but dozing...sitting in front of the door at the end of the corridor...

Harry longed to bite the man...but he had to resist the urge...there were more important things to do...

But the man woke up... jumped up, and a silver cloak slipped from his legs. Harry saw his bright, blurry silhouette standing in front of him, and a wand was drawn from his belt... He had no choice...

…He reared up and struck once, twice, three times? Driving his fangs deep into the man’s skin? Feeling the ribs cracking between his teeth? Hot blood…

The man screamed in pain...and then became silent...collapsed at the foot of the wall...blood spattered on the ground...

His forehead hurt terribly...as if it was going to explode...

"Harry! Harry!"

He opened his eyes, his whole body was soaked in cold sweat, the sheets were wrapped around him like a tights, and he felt as if a hot poker had been inserted into his forehead.

"Harry!"

Ron was standing in front of the bed. He seemed to be frightened. How many figures were there at the foot of the bed? He hugged his head tightly, his eyes darkened with pain... He rolled to the edge of the bed and vomited.

"Is he really sick," said a frightened voice? "Should we call someone?"

"Harry! Harry!"

Harry took a big breath, pushed himself up from the bed, and ordered himself not to vomit. His vision was blurred by the pain.

"Your dad?" He said breathlessly, his chest heaving. "Your dad... something happened..."

"What?" Ron didn't understand.

"Your dad! He was bitten badly. There was blood everywhere."

"I'll call someone."

The terrified voice said as Harry heard footsteps and ran out of the dormitory.

"Harry, buddy," Ron said doubtfully, "You...you are just dreaming."

"No!" Harry said furiously, he must let Ron understand, "It's not a dream! It's not an ordinary dream! I was there, I saw it."

He heard Seamus and Dean muttering, but he couldn't care less.

The severe pain in his forehead subsided slightly, but he was still sweating and shivering as if he had a high fever.

He vomited again, and Ron jumped back. "Harry, you're sick," he said uneasily, "Neville went to find someone..."

"I'm fine!" Harry choked, wiped his mouth with his pajamas, and shivered uncontrollably, "I'm not sick. What you should worry about is your dad. We need to find where he is. He's bleeding - that's a

Big snake."

He tried to get out of bed, but Ron pushed him back.

After a minute or ten, Harry sat there shivering, feeling the severe pain of the scar slowly subside. There were rapid footsteps on the stairs, and he heard Neville's voice again.

"This way, Professor."

Professor McGonagall hurried into the dormitory wearing a tartan dressing gown, her glasses perched crookedly on the bridge of her thin nose.

"What's wrong, Potter? Where does it hurt?"

He had never been so happy to see her, and he needed members of the Order now, not nervous people prescribing useless potions.

"It's Ron's dad," he said, sitting up again. "He was bitten by a snake. It was very serious. I saw it."

"What, what did you see?" Professor McGonagall's black eyebrows wrinkled.

"I don't know... I was sleeping and then I got there..."

"You mean you dreamed about it?"

"no!"

Harry said irritably: "I had a completely different dream first, something stupid... then this one came in. It was real, not my fantasy. Mr. Weasley was sleeping on the ground and was bitten by a big snake.

, a lot of blood, he fell down, we must find where he is."

Professor McGonagall looked at him through crooked glasses, as if she saw something terrifying.

"I'm not lying, and I'm not crazy!" Harry shouted, "I'm telling you, I saw it with my own eyes!"

"I believe you." Professor McGonagall said simply: "Put on your shirt... let's go see the principal."

"Weasley, you should come too."

A few minutes later, they arrived at the entrance of Dumbledore's office.

The matter itself was not particularly serious. Dumbledore knew clearly what Mr. Weasley was doing now, but after listening to Harry's account, he could not help but feel a little confused.

During the recent period, he has not been in charge of the Order of the Phoenix. Jon is doing the arrangements there.

You can only ask someone to give you a warning first.