HP Parallel World

(I just finished an argument with someone and am in such a bad mood that I can’t write anymore. I’ll make up for it tomorrow morning.) He got it right. The dark classroom was so hot that people couldn’t breathe. The smell of incense was even stronger than usual.

Rich. Harry walked to a window with curtains and felt dizzy. While Professor Traolini was taking off the shawl hanging on the lamp, he secretly opened the window a crack, and then leaned against the

Sitting on the Indian calico armchair, a gentle breeze blew on his face, which was extremely pleasant.

"My dear," said Professor Trelawney, sitting in the winged armchair, scanning them with her surprisingly large eyes, "we are almost done with planetary divination. But today is a great time to study the effects of Mars.

The timing, because it's in a very interesting position right now. Please look over here, I'll turn off the lights..."

She waved her wand and all the lights went out. The fire became the only source of light. Professor Trelawney bent down and took out from under the chair a small model of the solar system contained in a round glass cover. This model was very beautiful.

The burning sun, nine planets and their satellites were suspended in the glass cover, shining in their respective positions. Harry watched lazily while Professor Trelawney began to explain the wonderful angle formed by Mars and Neptune. Rich

The incense hit him, the breeze coming in from the window caressed his cheek, he could hear the thin chirping of an insect behind the curtain, and his eyelids drooped...

He rode on the back of an owl and flew in the bright blue sky until he arrived in front of an old house covered with ivy on the mountain. The breeze blew Harry's face, and they flew lower and lower, finally opening a door from the top floor.

They flew in through the dark broken window. Now they were flying along the dark corridor, and there was a door at the end of the corridor... They flew into the door. It was a dark room with all the windows sealed...

..

Harry was no longer on the owl's back... He watched it fly into a chair with its back to him... Beside the chair were two black shadows... They

Moving...

One was a big snake...the other was a man...a little bald man with a pointed nose and watery eyes...he was panting and sobbing on the hearth rug.

...

"You're lucky, Wormtail," a cold and shrill voice came from the chair, "You're very lucky. Your mistake didn't mess things up. He's dead."

"Master!" the man on the ground shouted, "Master, I...I'm so happy...I'm very sorry..."

"Nagini," said the cold voice, "you're out of luck. I'm not going to feed you Wormtail...but that's okay...and Harry Potter...

..."

The big snake made a hissing sound. Harry saw it spit out a message.

"Now, Wormtail," the cold voice said again, "perhaps I should remind you that I won't tolerate you making any more mistakes..."

"Master...don't...please..."

The tip of a wand was exposed from the side of the chair, pointing at Wormtail.

"Cut out the heart and gouge out the bones!" said the cold voice.

Wormtail screamed in pain, as if every nerve in his body was on fire. The screams filled Harry's ears, and the scar on his forehead burned with pain, and he screamed...

...Voldemort will hear him, will find him there...

"Harry! Harry!"

Harry opened his eyes. He was lying on the floor of the classroom, covering his face with his hands. The scar was still burning with pain, making him cry. The pain was real. The whole class was standing around, Ron

Kneeling beside him, looking terrified.

"Are you okay?" Ron said.

"Of course something is wrong with him!" Professor Trelawney looked extremely excited. Her big eyes stared at Harry, approaching him sinisterly. "What's going on, Potter? An omen? An apparition? What did you see?

?”

"Nothing," Harry lied. He sat up and felt himself shaking. He couldn't help but look around, peering carefully into the shadows behind him. Voldemort's voice sounded so close...

"Just now you were covering your scar!" Professor Trelawney said, "You were covering your scar and rolling on the ground! Come on, Potter, I have experience in these things!"

Harry looked up at her.

"I think I need to go to the hospital," he said. "I have a bad headache."

"My dear, you have obviously been affected by the peculiar visual vibrations in my classroom!" Professor Trelawney said, "If you go away now, you will not see what you have never seen before-"

"I just want to see a cure for my headache," said Harry.

He stood up, and the whole class retreated with uneasy expressions on their faces.

"See you later." Harry whispered to Ron. He picked up his schoolbag and walked towards the trap door, ignoring Professor Traolini. She looked depressed, as if she had been deprived of a rich feast.

However, Harry did not go to the school hospital after getting off the stepladder. He had no intention of going there. Sirius told him what to do if the scar hurt again. Harry decided to do as he said and go to Dumbledore now.

Lido's office. He walked through the corridor, thinking about the scene in the dream... It was as real as the dream on Privet Drive... He recalled all the details, trying not to forget it.

..... He heard Voldemort scolding Wormtail for making a mistake... But the owl brought good news, the mistake was made up for, someone died... Wormtail would not feed it to the snake

ate...and he Harry will be used to feed the snakes...

Harry was so deep in thought that he passed by the stone monster at the entrance of Dumbledore's office without paying attention. He was stunned for a moment, looked back, and realized that he had passed by, so he returned and stopped in front of the monster. Only then did he

I remembered that he didn't know the password.

"Ice lemon juice?" he asked tentatively.

The monster was motionless.

"Okay," Harry said, glaring at it, "Pear candy. Uh-- licorice wand. Sizzling Bees. Bubble Super Bubble Gum. Bibi's Multi-Flavour Beans... Oh, no, Dumbledore

The professor doesn't like this... Can you open the door?" He said angrily, "I really want to see him, there is something important!"

The monster remained motionless.

Harry kicked it, but it had no effect except for the excruciating pain in his big toe.

"Chocolate frog!" he yelled angrily, jumping on his feet. "Sugar quill! Pile of cockroaches!"

The monster suddenly came to life and jumped to the side. Harry was stunned.

"A pile of cockroaches?" he said in surprise, "I was just joking..."

He hurriedly passed through the gap in the wall and stepped onto the spiral stone staircase. The door closed behind him. The stairs slowly rose automatically and brought him to a shiny oak door with a yellow stripe on it.

Bronze door knocker.

Someone was talking in the office. He walked down the escalator, stopped hesitantly, and listened.

"Dumbledore, I can't see any connection, not at all!" It was the voice of Minister of Magic Cornelius Fudge. "Ludo said Bertha was probably lost. I also think she should be found by now.

She died, but anyway, we didn't find any signs of foul play, Dumbledore, not at all. As for linking her disappearance with Barty Crouch's disappearance, it's just nonsense!"

"Secretary, what do you think of Barty Crouch?" Moody said in a gruff voice.

"I think there are two possibilities, Alastor," said Fudge. "Either Crouch is completely crazy - which is very possible from his personal experience, and I think you will agree - he

I went crazy, in a daze, and I don’t know where I went—”

"If that's the case, he went too fast, Cornelius," Dumbledore said calmly.

"Or - maybe..." Fudge's voice was a little embarrassed, "Maybe, let me wait until I see the place where he was found before I make a judgment. However, you said he was next to Beauxbatons' carriage.

Discovered? Dumbledore, do you know the details of that woman?"

"I think she is a very capable headmistress - and a very good dancer," Dumbledore said quietly.

"Come on, Dumbledore!" said Fudge angrily, "don't you think you're favoring Hagrid for her sake? They're not all harmless - if you can say Hagrid is not dangerous

, and his obsession with giant monsters——"

"I trust Madame Maxime as much as I trust Hagrid," Dumbledore replied still calmly, "I think you may be biased, Cornelius."

"Can we stop?" Moody growled.

"Okay, okay, let's go to the venue right now." Fudge said impatiently.

"No, that's not what I meant." Moody said, "Dumbledore, Potter has something to say to you. He is right outside the door."

Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire Chapter 30: Pensieve

The office door opened.

"Hello, Potter," said Moody, "come in."

Harry walked into the house. He had been to Dumbledore's office before. It was a very beautiful round room with pictures of the previous headmasters of Hogwarts hanging on the wall. They were all sleeping, their chests rising and falling gently.

.

Cornelius Fudge stood at Dumbledore's table, wearing his usual pinstriped cloak and holding his dark green top hat in his hand.

"Harry!" Fudge came over cheerfully, "How are you?"

"It's pretty good." Harry didn't tell the truth.

"We were talking about Mr. Crouch's presence on the grounds that night," said Fudge. "You discovered him, didn't you?"

"Yes," Harry said. Seeing that there was no point in pretending not to hear their conversation, he added: "I didn't see Madame Maxime, though. It's not easy for her to hide it so well, is it?"

Dumbledore smiled at Harry from behind Fudge, his eyes sparkling.

"Oh, oh," Fudge looked a little embarrassed, "We're going to go for a walk around the grounds, Harry, if you don't mind... you can go back to class -"

"Professor, I want to talk to you." Harry said hurriedly, looking at Dumbledore. Dumbledore gave him a sharp look. "Just wait for me here. It won't take long for us to check the venue."

The three people silently walked out from Harry and closed the door. A minute later, Harry heard Moody's wooden prosthetic leg disappearing in the corridor downstairs. He began to look around.

"Hello, Fawkes," said Harry.

Professor Dumbledore's phoenix, Fawkes, was perched on a golden perch by the door. It was as big as a swan, with dazzling bright red and gold feathers. It shook its long tail feathers and winked at Harry in a friendly manner.

Harry sat down in a chair in front of Dumbledore's desk. For a few minutes, he sat there looking at the old headmasters snoring in the picture frame, thinking about what he had just heard, and stroking them with his hands.

His scar doesn't hurt anymore.

Being in Dumbledore's office, and knowing that he could tell the Headmaster about the dream right away, Harry felt much calmer. He looked towards the wall behind the desk, where the old and patched Sorting Hat was sitting on the shelf.

Above. In a glass box next to it was a gleaming silver sword with a large ruby ​​on the hilt. Harry recognized that this was the sword he had pulled out of the Sorting Hat in his second year. It had been

It belonged to Godric Gryffindor, the founder of Harry's school. Harry stared at it and remembered that it was this sword that saved him when he felt everything was lost. Suddenly, he found a silver light in the glass box.

It was flickering. He turned around to look for the source of the light, and found that the door of a black cabinet behind him was not closed, and bright silver light came from inside. Harry hesitated for a moment, looked at Fox, then stood up, walked over, and opened the cabinet.

Door.

There was a shallow stone basin in the cabinet, with strange carvings on the mouth of the basin: they were all letters and symbols that Harry did not recognize. The silver light was emitted by the contents of the basin, and Harry had never seen anything like it.

He couldn't tell whether it was a liquid or a gas. It was like a piece of bright silver, but it was constantly flowing, like water ripples in the breeze, and like clouds, spreading out and rotating softly. It seemed to melt.

The light was liquid - or like solid wind - Harry couldn't make a judgment.

He wanted to touch it to see how it would feel. But nearly four years of experience in the wizarding world told him that it would be foolish to put your hand into a basin filled with unknown objects. So he took out his wand from his robes and looked at it nervously.

He looked around, then poked at the object in the basin. The surface of the silver object was spinning faster.

Harry leaned down and put his head completely into the cupboard

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Inside, the silver object became transparent and looked like glass. He looked inside hard, thinking he would see the bottom of the stone basin - but under the surface of the mysterious substance was a large room, and he seemed to be in

Looking into the house through a circular skylight.

The room was dimly lit, and he thought it might be underground, because there were no windows around, just torches stuck on wall brackets like those in Hogwarts. Harry moved his face closer, and his nose was only an inch from the glass-like substance.

.He saw rows of wizards sitting on stepped benches around them, and an empty chair in the center of the room. This chair gave Harry an ominous feeling, because its armrests were wrapped with chains, as if

It's used to tie people up.

What is this place? It's definitely not Hogwarts. He has never seen such a room in the castle. Besides, the people in the mysterious room at the bottom of the basin are all adults. Harry knows that Hogwarts is definitely not that...

Many teachers. He thought these people must be waiting for something. Although he could only see the tops of their hats, everyone's faces seemed to be facing the same direction, and no one spoke.