Harry tried to break away from the dream and wake himself up, but somehow found that he couldn't help himself again.

"Severus, you don't have to ask, I already know. ”

The name made his spirit flutter dramatically.

The scene twisted again, and Harry found himself now high up, sitting in a cold chair, holding the armrests on either side of the chair, rubbing slowly, coolly.

He was looking down at everything in front of him.

And the black-robed man he saw in the dream last time raised his head at this time, revealing his true face.

The sallow face of the man under the cloak, his dark eyes, and the bitter and bitter appearance were revealed at this time.

It was the man he hated more, his Potions teacher, Severus Snape.

This woke Harry up completely.

It was Snape, the man he hated the most.

He opened his eyes, and the ceiling came into view, and it was already morning, and in a panic he grabbed a piece of clothing and put it on, picked up his wand, and without even buttoning it, he hurriedly pushed open the door, and ran all the way to Professor McGonagall's office.

Several of the students in the Gryffindor common room looked at Harry in amazement.

It's not even breakfast time yet, so it's just a few people.

The fat lady at the door was startled, and hurriedly pulled her pajamas.

"Professor McGonagall. Harry scurried through the hallways, shouting and banging on the wooden door of her office, and then the door creaked open, causing him to lose his balance again and fall forward.

"Potter, what's the matter, panicking?" Professor McGonagall had been hunched over a while ago, holding a quill in her hand, unaware of what she was writing.

Presumably, as a vice principal, there are also some trivial matters that need to be dealt with.

After being disturbed by Harry, the old lady raised her head, subconsciously frowning, and looked at Harry, who was a little embarrassed.

She really doesn't like this kind of flamboyant behavior.

"Dumbledore is going to duel Grindelwald at the Ministry of Magic, just after Christmas. ”

Harry gasped, his voice astonishing.

"What kind of conspiracy Voldemort is planning, he may be colluding with Grindelwald to target Professor Dumbledore!"

Harry then said.

"Potter, you may have to get some medicine from Madam Pomfrey, you don't seem to be in good spirits, maybe you haven't woken up yet?" Professor McGonagall took a long time to chew on the message from Harry's mouth, and then, of course, it was directly judged that he was in a daze.

She pulled out the cabinet in front of her, rummaged through it a few times, and pulled out a sealed iron box with simple patterns engraved on it.

Then it was thrown to Harry.

Harry subconsciously caught it and shook it a few times, making a rattling sound inside.

"By the way, these are a few ginger salamander biscuits, would you like to try them? Maybe it will be a lot more relaxing, and it is said to cure insomnia. Professor McGonagall kindly suggested.

"It might be better after eating. She continued to Harry, then turned back to attend to her business.

"Professor McGonagall, I'm in my clear. Harry was a little annoyed, then emphasized.

"Snape betrayed Dumbledore, I saw it with my own eyes, and Umbridge, who was also in cahoots with Voldemort!" Harry said loudly.

"Did you see it with your own eyes? and Umbridge?"

"A conversation between the mystery man and Severus?"

Professor McGonagall's eyes, sunken by age, widened, turned her head again, stared at Harry with majesty, and then quickly reacted.

"Oh, it can't be, the Mysteries won't come to Hogwarts, as long as Dumbledore is alive. ”

"You must be hallucinating. ”

"As for Umbridge, she's the Minister of Magic—" Professor McGonagall rubbed her shriveled fingers at her temples.

"Well, Potter, I know that Professor Snape occasionally makes things difficult for you, and you don't have a good relationship, but that's by no means why you can slander him. ”

"Every professor deserves respect, even if you don't like him. Professor McGonagall hesitated for a second or two as she spoke.

Maybe it's because of a certain prophecy professor.

Professor McGonagall now thinks he's talking nonsense.

"Maybe I need to limit your activities so that you don't do stupid things. ”

"It's not very peaceful out there right now. She continued to shake her head.

Professor McGonagall babbled on and on, then became serious again.

"Argus?" she shouted out the door.

The elderly janitor quickly heard Professor McGonagall's call, and hurriedly walked in with his beloved pet, Lady Loris, with a lantern that had been extinguished for an unknown amount of time.

"Ahem. Professor McGonagall coughed slightly.

Then he took a quill, wrote a sentence on a piece of paper, and handed it over.

"Help me know. ”

Professor McGonagall admonished Filch.

"Yes, Professor. Filch bowed to Professor McGonagall before leaving the office.

Sometimes, the value of a person is reflected when he is asked.

"Alright, Harry, don't worry about Professor Dumbledore, you should be worrying about your studies right now. Professor McGonagall lifted her thin black frame.

"From what I've observed, if you want to be an Auror, you need to work hard, and you have to be excellent in at least four subjects. ”

Professor McGonagall picked up a notebook from her desk at this time, which recorded the grades of all the students, and with the stroke of her finger, the pen and ink on the parchment began to unfold and condense to find all the grades of a student from the beginning of the year to the present, including the glory or points deducted for the college.

"Your Potions is dangerous," she said, staring at Harry's grades.

Professor McGonagall then gave Harry a lecture on his mind, and he ravaged Harry for half a day until the first lesson was about to begin.

But Harry didn't listen at all.

His mind was now full of thinking about how to get the news out of Dumbledore.

He immediately approached Ron and Hermione to discuss a course of action.

Only these two friends of his will trust him unconditionally.

Coincidentally, he bumped into them in the hallway.

So the three of them hid in a shadowy corner under a tall samurai sculpture and began to talk.

It's not a good idea to say it's talking, most of the time, it's Harry talking alone.

After he confided, Hermione did not say anything, stood in silence in the corridor for a while, and then suddenly said:

"Alright, Harry, it's time for us to go to the history of magic lesson, and today it seems like we're going to talk about the origins of the medieval umbrella charm. Hermione winked at Harry.

Harry and Ron understood.

Behind them, Snape dragged his long black robes through the hallway, oblivious to them.

"After that, we're going to find a suitable place to talk about these things. Hermione raised her finger and shook it from side to side in front of Harry's eyes, whispering quickly. 21010