The Druid Master of Hogwarts

As night came, Harry and Ron climbed into bed early to rest.

Two weeks of O.W.L. exams in a row, and a bout of fun after the exams, had exhausted them both physically and mentally, so they all fell asleep within a minute of putting their heads on the pillow.

Of course, that definitely doesn't include Fish... Cats are nocturnal creatures!

Just when Fish was wandering around alone (Hermione also went to rest early because of the exhaustion accumulated from the exam), Harry, who had fallen asleep, dreamed again of the dark and cool corridor of the Department of Mysteries after a long time. the hallway...

He walked slowly down the hallway, his steps resolute and decisive, a joy in Harry's chest that he was about to achieve his goal, and he believed that this time he was finally reaching his destination... The black door opened for him as usual. Now, he's standing in a round room with many doors...

Walked straight across the slate floor, through the second door... Spots of light danced on the walls and floor, weird instruments were beeping, but there was no time to take a closer look, he had to hurry...

Harry quickened his pace and came to the third door, which opened like the others...

Once again he was in a cathedral-like room full of shelves and spheres... His heart was beating so fast... This time he was sure to get there... Before the ninety-seventh row of shelves, he went to Turn left and hurriedly walk along the aisle between the two rows of shelves...

Different from the previous dreams, at the end of the aisle, a black thing was wriggling on the ground, like an injured animal... Harry's heart tensed, and an inexplicable fear came to him, and at the same time , and a cruel pleasure poured out from the bottom of my heart.

"Get it for me...Quick, take it down...I can't touch it...you can..."

A cold, high-pitched voice without any kind of humanity came out of Harry's mouth, a voice he knew very well... it was Voldemort's voice.

Something dark on the floor moved slightly. Harry saw a pale, slender hand stick out from the front of his arm, holding his wand... He heard Voldemort cry out in a low, cold voice, "Gouging out the bone!"

The man on the floor screamed in pain, trying to get up, but writhes and falls.

Harry was laughing, but the fear in his heart was also increasing sharply. The voice of the man on the floor was also familiar to him, but because it was a scream, he could not accurately identify it, but Harry was sure that the A man must be someone he knows well.

In a mixture of fear and excitement, Harry admired the man's screams for a while before slowly removing his wand, the spell stopped, and the figure groaned and stopped moving.

"Lord Voldemort is waiting..." he said mockingly.

With shaking arms, the man on the floor slowly lifted his shoulders a few inches off the ground and raised his head. His upper blood was stained, twisted with pain, but with unyielding fortitude...

"Unless you kill me," said Sirius softly.

"It's going to happen eventually," Voldemort said with a sneer, "but you've got to take it off for me first, Blake...do you think you're in pain? Think about it...we have time, No one can hear your screams..."

He aimed his wand at Sirius again, and Harry tried to stop Voldemort as he had done last time, but this time it didn't work at all.

"...Lee...Harry...Harry!"

A distant call rang in Harry's ears, and at the same time, the scar on his forehead throbbed like it was on fire.

Harry covered his forehead and screamed and woke up from the bed. Around him, Ron and the others were looking at him worriedly.

"Harry, are you okay?"

"Have you had another nightmare? Neville has gone to Professor McGonagall."

"Should I take you to Madam Pomfrey's?"

Everyone asked with concern and concern.

"I...I'm fine..." Harry clutched his forehead and crawled off the bed sweating profusely.

The pain in his forehead, however, made Harry very weak now, and after staggering a few steps, Ron grabbed him.

"Where do you want to go? Professor McGonagall will be here soon." Ron helped him sit back on the bed with a little reproach.

"Sirius... Sirius was caught by Voldemort... I'm going to see Dumbledore!" Harry struggled to get up, but Ron held him firmly and could only keep shouting .

Regarding the real situation of Sirius, when Harry and Fish were interviewed by Skeeter together, they reported it together, so Seamus and Dean also knew that he was innocent.

It's just that they didn't know that Sirius was now staying in the Order of the Phoenix, and they thought he was hiding from the Aurors outside, as he told the Ministry of Magic.

But Ron knew the situation. He said in surprise: "But isn't Sirius staying in the Blake family's ancestral home? It's impossible for the mysterious man to find him."

"I don't know what happened! But I saw it with my own eyes in a dream!" Harry snarled and continued struggling to stand up, "Don't forget how your father was rescued!"

Ron let go of his hand subconsciously, and Harry immediately pushed him away, then stumbled towards the bedroom.

"This way, Professor." At this moment, Neville returned with Professor McGonagall.

She hurried into the dormitory in her plaid dressing gown, her glasses on the bridge of her thin nose, apparently hurried over as soon as Neville woke her.

Harry had never been more pleased to see Professor McGonagall, who was in need of members of the Order of the Phoenix.

"Sirius! Sirius has been captured by Voldemort!" Harry staggered towards Professor McGonagall, shouting eagerly, "In the Department of Mysteries! He needs Sirius to get something!"

"That's impossible." Professor McGonagall frowned. "He should stay home."

"But I saw it! I saw it in my dream!" Harry yelled irritably. "If you don't save him, he'll be killed by Voldemort!"

Professor McGonagall was not angry because of Harry's rudeness, but softly reassured: "Don't worry, I will take you to see Dumbledore, he can directly contact the Order of the Phoenix, and then he will know Sirius. Did something happen?"

Then she looked at Ron and the others again and instructed: "You guys continue to rest, remember not to talk about tonight's affairs."

After speaking, Professor McGonagall turned and walked outside the bedroom.

Harry followed closely for two steps at first, then he quickly stopped and thought for a while, then turned back and grabbed his wand from the bedside, and then caught up with Professor McGonagall and quickly passed her.

Because Harry was in a hurry to save Sirius, Professor McGonagall had to follow him all the way to the third floor, and then Harry couldn't wait for the slow ascent of the spiral staircase, and ran up again quickly.

And Professor McGonagall, who is no longer young, doesn't have such good physical strength. Anyway, she doesn't need a password after that. She simply sat on the stairs, calming her breath, while waiting for the spiral ladder to slowly send her up. .

"boom!"

Harry ran to the top of the building panting, he didn't have time to catch his breath, slammed open the gleaming oak door aggressively, and rushed in while shouting.

"Professor Dumbledore! Go and save Sirius!"

It wasn't until Harry rushed into the headmaster's office that he noticed that Dumbledore was sitting at his desk in his daytime wizarding robe, biting a black, still shaking one in his mouth. insect.

And on the desk in front of Dumbledore, a cute tabby cat was pressing down on a worn wizard hat, also holding a black bug in its mouth.

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