After the second project ended, there was naturally another grand celebration.
Good wine and delicious food, all kinds of happy toys, and men and women...
The little wizards at Hogwarts celebrate in the name of victory. Although the point difference with the next two contestants has narrowed, Hogwarts is still first, so why not celebrate?
In other words, they just wanted to find a reason to celebrate.
After the celebration, the exhausted little wizards lay directly on the bed and fell asleep, and Harry was no exception.
Butterbeer and all kinds of snacks filled his stomach so much that it was difficult for him to even turn over. Lying on the bed, Harry gradually lost consciousness. Amidst the snoring of his roommates, he also fell into sleep.
Harry had another dream today.
In the dream, he came to a country road, surrounded by desolate and withered shrubs and hedges. The stars in the night sky were so bright that it was disturbing.
In the dream, he was anxious and uneasy, and there was an uncontrollable murderous intention surging. He floated quickly on a bumpy road, with a hissing sound behind him, as if a reptile was following him.
The path at his feet turned to the left, and a valley appeared in front of him. There was a small village in the valley, and a large house on the hillside. However, even with the cover of night, the house still looked decayed.
appearance.
"Harry" glanced at the house, and the murderous intention in his heart began to stir again.
This murderous intention came out of nowhere, but dreams do not require logic, so Harry did not notice anything strange. He still brought his own perspective in the dream and watched all this with cold eyes.
After staring at the house for a while, "Harry" turned into an inconspicuous path, which led to a dark forest.
Hidden in the woods is an extremely dilapidated hut. The hut has been submerged in moss and weeds, making it impossible to spot it without looking carefully.
At this time, all the tiles on the house had fallen off, and it seemed that the house would collapse with just a slight push.
Harry came to the door of the hut, stretched out his hand, and the thing that could be called a door fell down, turning Harry's vision into gray - the door was splashed with dust from nearly half a century.
After the dust subsided, Harry walked into the house and with a flick of his finger, an oil lamp in the corner of the hut lit up, adding a touch of brilliance to the house.
Judging from the furnishings in the house, no one has set foot here for decades. The ceiling is covered with cobwebs, and all the furniture is covered in dust and cobwebs. So much so that Harry will bring up large amounts of dust when he walks.
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There are three small rooms in this house, and Harry is currently in the big room in the middle. In the middle of the room, there is a table piled with various miscellaneous items, and a ring is lying quietly on the table.
A charred hand stretched out and placed it on the ring. The next second, a heartbreaking pain came from the fingertips, as if there was a flame burning his fingers.
After a few seconds, the black stone on the ring shattered, and the burning feeling on his arm disappeared.
Even after paying a huge price, Harry still laughed wildly. Amidst the arrogant laughter, Harry suddenly woke up, and the scar on his head burned again...
"It's Voldemort..." He suddenly understood his dream: Voldemort seemed to have successfully cured the injury on his hand!
At this time, in the remote village of Little Hangleton, Voldemort suppressed his laughter. He waved his wand, and the withered hand was cut off neatly. A ball of silver mist poured out from the tip of the wand, and finally
It fell on the section of the arm, forming a silver hand.
After solving his hidden worries, Voldemort narrowed his eyes. He had already noticed something strange.
"A free show is not that good."
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"You look really bad. Would you like some fries?" Ron was surprised when he saw Harry early in the morning. Harry looked like he had stayed up all night.
"No, thank you." Harry's voice was hoarse. He couldn't wait to share his dream last night with Ron.
After listening to Harry's dream, Ron's expression also turned bad.
"At least he paid a lot of money." He said dryly.
"Harry!" Just as Harry was sharing his dream with Ron, Luna appeared. She ran over and reminded Harry not to forget to compile the competition process of the second event of the Triwizard Tournament into a manuscript for the next issue.
The bedtime message must be about the game process.
Shortly after Luna left, Harry received another notice from Snape. He told Harry that the next special Occlumency training class would be held on Saturday.
"That's Hogsmeade Open Day!" Harry was furious, but there was nothing he could do. He couldn't refuse Snape's request.
After Hogsmeade opened, Tom naturally wanted to go to Hogsmeade with Hermione. For him, shopping with his girlfriend was a very good memory.
"Go and sit in the Three Broomsticks?" After wandering on the street for a while, Tom took the initiative to suggest that he go and sit in the Three Broomsticks for a while.
Going to a tavern for a couple of warm butterbeers on a cold day is a tempting proposition.
Hermione agreed without thinking.
The tavern was still very lively, but Tom was lucky. He occupied the last available table as much as possible, so that the two of them did not have to stand at the bar to drink.
After Tom took his seat, Hermione also squeezed over with two glasses of butterbeer.
"Thanks--"
"Hey Yoder, can we share a table with you?"
As soon as Tom took the hot drink from Hermione's hand, a voice came over. Tom turned his head and saw that the person who appeared was Ludo Bagman, and beside him was a wizard with an Asian face.
"You never need to go to the office?" Tom sighed.
"Of course I want to go, but I have a special mission today. Come, let me introduce to you our guest from the far East, Mr. Tsuchimikado Wonho." Bagman did not disturb the couple's date at all, and acted as a lightbulb.
He excitedly introduced to Tom the origin of the Asian wizard who was following him.
"Mr. Tsuchimikado is the envoy of the Ministry of Magic in Japan. The Ministry has had a lot of contacts with Japan recently..." Bagman quickly ordered a few side dishes and a pot of eggnog, and then sat down opposite Tom.
Come down.
The wizard named Tsuchimikado Wontora was not that familiar. He bowed to Tom and Hermione seriously before sitting down next to Bagman.
"So why did you travel across the ocean and across the Eurasian continent to come here?" Tom looked at Tsuchimikado Wonho with some curiosity.