Just a Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor

"Fluorescence."

Hermione used the wand lighting charm, and Harry and Ron did the same.

The three of them held up their wands to illuminate the dark classroom and looked around the surrounding corners.

But nothing was found. The first time they came in, they could find a straw, but now they couldn't see even a hair.

After a fruitless search, Harry and the three of them had no choice but to return to the Gryffindor common room.

"Maybe it's not a problem with that classroom. Maybe it's some new curse that Malfoy has learned. He secretly cast a curse on the three of them in Potions class yesterday."

Ron guessed.

The possibility he mentioned was not unreasonable. After the beginning of this semester, the conflicts between Harry and Malfoy not only did not subside with age, but instead escalated.

There were several times when the two waves almost came to blows.

But Harry always felt that Malfoy was not so bold. Although this Slytherin student who always opposed him and had a bad attitude seemed lawless, Harry knew that he was actually a timid person.

In the end, the nightmare did not bring them any results. The three of them played wizard chess in the common room all morning. In the afternoon, they completed their homework in various subjects under the supervision of Hermione, and ended this somewhat boring game. Saturday.

Harry and Ron both went to bed early, but just when they thought they could get a good night's sleep tonight.

Also at three o'clock in the morning the next day, the two of them were woken up again by the same nightmare as last night!

In this five-person dormitory, they were not the only ones who were awakened. Their other three roommates, Seamus, Neville, and Dean, also all sat up in bed!

It was dark outside, but the dormitory where Harry was located was very lively.

Seamus and Ron got out of bed and walked around uneasily in the dormitory. Neville was curled up on the bed, his eyes blank, and he didn't know what he was thinking. Dean looked frightened and kept covering his head. The quilt was shaking on the bed.

Harry looked thoughtful.

In his nightmare tonight, he also dreamed of a scene that he had not dreamed of last night.

It was a strange figure with a pair of scarlet eyes, holding something like a kerosene lamp in one hand and a sickle in the other hand, watching him silently from the corner of his dream.

Watching Voldemort use the Death Curse on him, and then Lily dying in his place once again.

At this moment, Seamus, who was telling Ron about his nightmare, suddenly spoke.

"I also saw a strange thing in my dream! It looked like a person, but I couldn't tell what it looked like, but it had a pair of red eyes and was holding a lamp in its hand!"

As soon as he said these words, Ron also said in surprise.

"I saw it too! I thought I was the only one who dreamed about this thing, even though it wasn't there last night!"

Even Dean, who was huddled in the quilt, and Neville, who was in a daze, said that they also dreamed of the same thing.

Things were getting worse and worse, and early the next morning, Harry and five people in the dormitory planned to report the matter to Professor McGonagall.

When they first arrived in the lounge, they happened to meet three girls from Hermione's dormitory who were also listless.

Lavender and Parvati also had nightmares about their entire family being killed by a dark wizard, and the demon-like thing that appeared in Harry's dream also appeared in their dreams.

All of them felt that this was something unusual. The eight of them didn't even eat breakfast and hurried to find Professor McGonagall.

After telling about the nightmare, Professor McGonagall's face became serious.

She was more knowledgeable than Harry and the others, and she knew very well about having nightmares on such a large scale, and she also dreamed of a strange thing at the same time, which was obviously a big problem.

In the office, she made a comprehensive inspection of the eight Harrys on the spot, but found no problems.

Then she called Professor Flitwick, and wanted to call Sherlock, who had the deepest research on defense against the dark arts, but the portrait who helped her call for someone came back and told her that Sherlock was not in the office at the moment and was out on business. .

But Flitwick frowned and tapped them with his wand for a long time, but he couldn't find any sign that they had been cursed or cursed.

Such tests continued until the evening of that day. After nothing was found, Professor McGonagall had no choice but to ask Harry and the others to go back first and wait to see what happened tonight.

However, on this night, not only Harry and Hermione but the entire Gryffindor students had almost the same nightmare!

Family members are killed, and there's something with red eyes watching them from the corner.

The next day, Monday, everyone in Gryffindor walked into the classroom with a big black circle on their head to go to class.

This matter became more and more problematic because Dumbledore was not in the castle during this time, so Professor McGonagall summoned all the professors in the castle to the professor's lounge at noon.

And Sherlock, who had just returned from Gringotts and was once again slowly emptying the Lestrange family's vault like a hard-working ant, only found out about this at this time.

Silk also just learned the news. She had just arrived at Hogwarts less than two months ago and her qualifications were too junior. Professor McGonagall had not thought of asking her to come over after what happened yesterday.

"This matter has something to do with me."

Sherlock didn't mean to be a coward. After it became clear that these Gryffindor students were dreaming about Fiddlesticks, he said directly.

"This is a dark magical creature that escaped from the German Department of Mysteries. At this time last year, Vera came to Hogwarts for a period of time just to catch it. At that time, Lupine helped share my teaching pressure. , Dumbledore asked me to help her. Now it has escaped again, and it probably wants to take revenge on me. "

"It's my fault that these students have been implicated."

"There is also my problem." Silk also shared the responsibility.

After knowing what it was, Professor McGonagall breathed a sigh of relief. Although there was no solution to the problem, at least the known enemy was more reassuring than the unknown. She did not blame Sherlock. the meaning of.

"Don't feel guilty. You just did what you should do. Now you should find a way to prevent students from having such nightmares. In three nights, it has already affected the entire Gryffindor students. By the time tonight is over, it’s very likely that all the students in the school will have the same dream.”

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