On the night when Rolf went to the giant camp to do his own thing, Harry had a very strange dream. In the dream, he found that his perspective became very strange, and there was something wrong with his body.
His body became soft, strong and flexible, walking between the shiny metal fences. He slid over the dark, cold stones... His body was close to the ground, sliding on his belly.
The surrounding light was very dark, but he could still see the light of the surrounding objects, but there were some visual changes, as if some strange, bright colors were constantly flashing.
He turned his head and looked around, and found that the corridor was empty... No, there was a person sitting on the ground, his head hanging on his chest, his outline flickering in the dimness.
Harry stuck out his tongue and tasted the man's scent. Well, he was still alive, but dozing, sitting in front of the door at the end of the corridor, dozing off.
Then Harry found himself eager to bite that person, but he had to resist the urge because he had more important things to do...
But the man woke up with a start, then jumped up from the ground, 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.
Now he had no choice but to stand up quickly and strike once, twice, three times, sinking his fangs deep into the man's skin, feeling the ribs crack between his teeth.
Warm blood.
The man could scream in pain at first, but soon became silent. He collapsed at the foot of the wall, blood splattered on the ground and everywhere. And Harry's forehead hurt like hell, as if it was going to explode.
Already...
"Harry? Harry! Harry! Wake up!"
Then he woke up, opened his eyes, and was covered in cold sweat. The sheets were wrapped around his body, making him feel uncomfortable as if he was wearing a tights. But he didn't care about it anymore, because he felt
The pain was unbearable as if a hot poker had been inserted into my forehead.
Ron stood in front of the bed, looking as if he was frightened, and there were several figures at the foot of the bed, including Neville and others. He held his head tightly, and his eyesight turned black from the pain, and then he rolled to the edge of the bed and vomited.
.
"He is really sick. I have to call the school doctor."
After Harry vomited for a while, he recalled the dream and immediately stopped vomiting. He stood up, resisting the pain that blurred his vision, and said to Ron beside him:
"Your dad, your dad... something happened..."
"What?"
"Your dad! He was bitten very seriously. There was blood everywhere..."
"I'll call someone!"
After Neville finished speaking, he turned around and left, while Ron and the others were still gathered around the bed, looking at Harry inexplicably. Harry saw that Ron didn't respond, so he spoke again: "I'm there, I'm
You saw...what I did..."
Harry's words made everyone look at each other. After looking at each other, Ron took a step forward and began to try to comfort Harry. They thought he was frightened by the nightmare.
"Harry, buddy, you...you are just dreaming..."
"No! It's not a dream... It's not an ordinary dream... I was there, I saw... I did it..."
Harry said so firmly that Ron was startled. Seamus and Dean began to murmur quietly after hearing Harry's words.
But he couldn't care about it at this time. His head was still hurting. Then his whole body was sweating non-stop and shivering like a fever. Soon he vomited again. But after vomiting, he
Then he trembled and said to Ron:
"I'm not sick. What you should worry about is your father - we need to find where he is - he's bleeding - I am - it's a big snake..."
Ron looked at Harry like this and pushed him back on the bed to let him have a good rest. Seamus and Dean were still muttering. After an unknown amount of time, Neville's voice came over.
"This way, Professor..."
Then Harry, who was lying on the bed, saw Professor McGonagall in a tartan dressing gown hurriedly walking into the dormitory. Her glasses were crooked on the bridge of her thin nose. It was obvious that she had been woken up in her sleep and hurried away.
come over.
"What's wrong, Potter? Where does it hurt?"
This was the first time Harry was so happy to see Professor McGonagall. He needed members of the Order of the Phoenix now, not nervous people prescribing useless potions.
"It's Ron's father. He was bitten by a snake. It was very serious. I saw it."
"What, what did you see?" Professor McGonagall frowned, and her black eyebrows knitted together.
"I don't know... I was sleeping and then I got there..."
"You mean you dreamed about it?"
"no!"
Harry shouted irritably, couldn't anyone understand what he was going to say?!
"I had a completely different dream first, something silly, but then this one came in. It was real, not my fantasy. Mr. Weasley was sleeping on the floor and was bitten by a big snake. There was a lot of blood. He
He fell down and must find where he is..."
As soon as Harry finished speaking, he found Professor McGonagall looking at him through crooked glasses, as if he had seen something terrifying. This made Harry collapse a little, and he started shouting hysterically.
"I'm not lying, and I'm not crazy! I'm telling you, I saw it with my own eyes!"
"I trust you, Potter, put on your dressing gown - we're going to see the Headmaster. And, Weasley, you should come too."
Harry was greatly relieved when he heard that Professor McGonagall believed him. Without hesitation, Harry jumped out of bed, put on his dressing gown, and pushed his glasses to the bridge of his nose.
After listening to Professor McGonagall's words, Ron finally realized that something was wrong with the situation. He hesitated for a moment, then followed him and left the dormitory together.
They went down the spiral staircase to the common room, emerged through the portrait hole, and then entered the moonlit corridor in front of the Fat Lady.
As Harry walked, he began to feel that the fear in his heart might break out at any time. He wanted to escape from all this, and wanted to shout Dumbledore's name.
They were still walking slowly here, but Mr. Weasley was bleeding. What if those fangs were poisonous? Suddenly, they met Mrs. Norris on the road again. She turned her lightbulb-like eyes to them and gave out a faint
The hissing sound.
Professor McGonagall said "Shh!" and Mrs. Norris turned around and slipped into the shadows. A few minutes later, they arrived at the stone beast at the entrance of Dumbledore's office.