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Hogwarts, England

After that, Harry had been forced to live in the heat of the water - he had never felt that Hogwarts' free space could become so tempting. After all, he'd been looking up battle spells with Hermione in the library, or he'd been dragged by Draco into a requirement-ready room converted into a training ground to practice.

Harry was now concentrating on the Stuna Charm and the corresponding Stuna Resistance, so Draco, who was his sparring partner, had been in a pretty good mood lately - especially when he saw the messy ink on Harry's face that had been knocked out by the Stuna Charm. For this reason, Hermione couldn't help but complain that her recent Awakening Charm and Cleansing Charm were used at a level that could be described as "advancing by leaps and bounds".

By the way, Hermione, the masterpiece on Harry's face, also has a share, and the amount is absolutely unclear.

"Is it really meaningful to train like this?"

Rubbing his back, Harry smiled wryly as Hermione applied the Cleansing Charm to him, "Seriously, I think it's more effective to follow the training list that Opal gave us, right?" ”

"Right now, that's what the training list is about."

Draco rolled his eyes, "Seriously Harry, your training progress has been really bad lately, and you won't be able to complete the whole training progress if you continue like this......"

"But I'm in pain all over my body...... right now"

"Who made you keep not falling on the mat!"

Hermione said impatiently, sorting out the pile of mats they had used to practice the expulsion spell, "Well deserved! ”

"You can't aim so accurately when you're knocked unconscious, Hermione!"

Rubbing his temples rather helplessly, Harry couldn't help but sigh, "What's more, Draco and I are moving and casting spells, so we can't fall to the designated place at all...... Why don't you want to add some extra mats? ”

It really hurts...... The back must have been green.

"It's useless to talk about it now, right?"

Hermione looked down at the training sheet in her hand, "I'll take a look...... Next, there is no need to worry about the Weapon Charm, Harry is familiar with it. Thinking about training evil spells, right? However, then training the opponent is very problematic. ”

"Curse, don't look for me......"

Draco backed off, "This is absolutely inhumane. ”

"Isn't it powerful right away...... How about the first evil curse selection obstacle spell? ”

However, it was clear that Hermione was not going to listen to him, and suggested with great interest, "I took a look, and this is one of the most effective of the evil spells that Opal has listed. Let's start with this......"

"But Hermione ......"

Harry was about to say something when he heard the bell ringing outside—it was almost time for class, so they hurried out of the room and prepared for class.

"See you at dinner!"

Hermione said - she was going to take arithmetic and divination lessons, and Harry and Draco were going to the north tower for divination lessons, and of course, the two of them were going separately to avoid trouble.

It was early afternoon, and the dazzling golden sunlight cast a wide ribbon of light through the high windows of the corridor, and the blue sky outside the window was as bright as if it had just been glazed.

But when Harry entered the dimly lit room of the Divination class, he found that it was breathlessly hot, and the smell of incense in the room was stronger than usual.

"......" really won't suffocate in this environment?

With this in mind, Harry walked over to a window with the curtains drawn, and then secretly opened the window a crack while Professor Traurini untied the shawl hanging from the lamp, and then leaned back in the Indian calico armchair, and immediately felt a breeze blowing on his face, which was very pleasant.

"Honey."

At this time, Professor Trelawney sat in the winged armchair and scanned them with her surprisingly large eyes, "We are almost done with the planetary divination. But today is a great time to study the role of Mars, because it is currently in a very interesting position. Please look this way, I'll turn off the lights......"

With a wave of her wand, all the lights went out, and the fire in the room became the only source of light.

Professor Trelawney bent down and pulled out a small model of the solar system in a round glass enclosure from under his chair. The model is very beautiful, with the burning sun, the nine planets and their moons suspended in a glass dome, glittering in their respective positions.

Harry listened to Professor Trelawney begin to explain the wonderful angle between Mars and Neptune, his nose was filled with the rich incense, and the breeze through the window caressed his cheeks, and he could hear the thin chirping of an insect behind the curtains, causing his eyelids to droop involuntarily......

Harry felt himself riding on the back of an owl, flying through the bright blue sky until he reached an old ivy-covered house on the hill.

The breeze swept Harry's face, and they flew lower and lower, until they finally flew in through a black, hole-in-the-top window. Now they fly along a gloomy corridor with a door at the end of the corridor. Before Harido could think about it, he had already followed the owl into the door, a dark room with all the windows sealed.

By this time, Harry was no longer on the owl's back.

He watched as it flew into a chair with its back to him, and there were two black shadows beside it, and Harry could even see them moving......

The dim light flickered, allowing Harry to recognize the dark shadows, one of which was a coiled serpent, and the other a short, balding man with a pointed nose and teary eyes. He was gasping and sobbing on the carpet by the fireside.

"You're in luck, Wormtail."

A cold, high-pitched, deep voice (to Harry's surprise, these two apparently diametrically opposed sensations were not necessarily abrupt in this voice, and inexplicably familiar to Harry) came from the chair, "You're very lucky...... Because your previous mistakes didn't make things worse - because they couldn't have gotten worse. ”

"Master!"

The man lying on the ground cried out, "Master, I'...... I'm so sorry......"

"Nagini, be quiet, be quiet for a while."

The grim male voice continued, "You're out of luck. I'm not going to feed you with Wormtail...... But that's okay...... And Harry Potter ......"

{Harry Potter?} Will it taste good? }

The serpent hissed as Harry thought he could even see it spitting letters.

{At least not too bad.} }

The male voice hissed as well, {maybe, with a little more.} }

{As long as it's delicious.} }

It can be said that the world of snakes is really very simple.

Knowing that he had been on the list of recipes for snakes, Harry was surprised not to feel any adverse reactions - well, he hadn't even figured out his condition at the moment.

"Now, Wormtail."

The cold male voice spoke again, "Maybe I should remind you that I can't tolerate you making mistakes again......"

"No...... Wouldn't be the host......"

Wormtail's attitude at the moment is really very humble, with a look of wanting to kiss the other party's upper but not daring to act rashly.

"I want to think about it...... You always seem to be adding unexpected trouble to me. Except for the boy who didn't die......"

The cold male voice sneered, "The Slytherin students are even delusional about resisting me...... Back then, she personally sent you to Akazban...... Worm Tail, Worm Tail, what else can I expect from you as an existence like you that can't even beat a female student who hasn't graduated yet? You're as good as you were back then—except for your ability to escape. ”

"The host...... No...... Please......"

At the wailing and pleading of the worm's tail, the tip of a wand peeked out from the side of the chair and pointed at the worm's tail, "Crucio!" ”

Not surprisingly, Wormtail screamed in pain, as if each of his divine sutras was on fire.

The piercing scream poured into Harry's ears, causing him to feel like the scar on his forehead that hadn't hurt in a long time since he had been in second year was starting to burn again.

No way! He can't make a sound!

Once he speaks, Voldemort will find him!

…………

……

"Harry! Harry! ”

A hurried cry brought Harry back to his senses, and found himself lying on the classroom floor, his hands over his face.

The scar of the burning pain of the dream was completely painless, as if the pain was just an illusion - only Harry found that his body was very heavy at the moment, and he did not obey the call at all.

The whole class was standing around, even Ron, who hadn't been with him for a long time, looking frightened.

{…… I ......}

Opening his mouth, Harry subconsciously let out a "hiss" sound, but then noticed something wrong from the frightened eyes of the people around him, "I...... What's wrong?! ”

"Something happened to you!"

Professor Trelawney, who was standing next to Harry, looked excited, her big eyes staring at Harry and pressing towards him grimly, "What's going on, Potter?" An omen? A phantom? What do you see? ”

"It's not ......"

Harry lied.

At this moment, he sat up and felt his body trembling uncontrollably. He couldn't help but look around, peering closely into the shadows behind him.

In the dream, Voldemort's cold, high-pitched, muffled voice sounded as if it were close at hand......

"You were covered with a scar just now!"

Professor Trelawney said, "You're rolling on the ground with your scars covered!" Come on, Potter, I've got experience with these things! ”

Harry couldn't help but look up at her, "I think I need to go to the doctor...... Severe headache. ”

Of course, it would be nice to take this opportunity to skip the afternoon divination class.

"Honey, you're obviously affected by the peculiar visual vibrations in my classroom!"

Professor Trelawney said with a purple expression on his face, "If you walk away now, you won't see ...... you've never seen before."

"I just want to see a cure for my headaches right now."

Harry made a quick decision.

He stood up, and the class retreated, all with uneasy expressions on their faces.

"I'll leave first."

With that, Harry winked at Draco, then picked up his bag and headed for the trapdoor, ignoring Professor Traolini, who was now dejected, as if she had been deprived of a sumptuous feast.

Of course, after leaving the classroom, Harry didn't go to the medical wing, but stood at the corner of the stairs and recalled the timetable he had seen - was there a class or no class in the seventh year?

After a long frenzied struggle, making sure that his memory couldn't match Hermione's, Harry gave up thinking about where Opal was now - and at the same time missing his map of the living spot so much that he remembered the dream he had just had.

He inexplicably dreamed of Voldemort?

And Voldemort also mentioned what he and Opal looked like?

Merlin is on top, and that's not good news.

Harry, who had been pondering all the way, didn't pay much attention to the path he was taking, and when he came back to his senses, he realized that instead of going to the Room of Requirement, he was standing at the corner of the stairs not far from Dumbledore's office.

Do you want to go to Headmaster Dumbledore? After all, Siris said that if Opal didn't care, he would go to Headmaster Dumbledore......

After thinking about it for two or three seconds, Harry, who was a little sick, walked to the staircase, and then met the stone monster's gaze.

"Don't look at me like that......"

Scratching his head, Harry looked at the stone monster rather speechlessly, "I don't know the password...... But Opal has something for me to convey to Headmaster Dumbledore......"

I've met Merlin!

Originally, he just said this with the mentality of trying it out, but Harry was stunned to find that the stone monster once again showed a humanized expression of distress, and then scratched his head and stared at Harry for two or three seconds, and then moved to make way of the stairs leading to the office - ignoring the principle of "pass-through".

He really just said to give it a try, and he didn't expect to achieve his goal......

After looking left and right to make sure that there was no one, Harry couldn't help but twitch the corners of his mouth, he really didn't know what to say to the current scene, or what to complain about.

So, is there still a third event to play? If Opal goes in, he will be given the green light in minutes, all the way to the location of the Goblet of Fire, right?!

Luckily, Opal made it clear that he was not interested in the Goblet of Fire, and that the third event would be released, otherwise would it be about their other warriors?!

Originally, I thought that Opal would be at most a little bit of water, but now it seems that if he can win the third event, Opal's release of water will definitely be to the extent of the Thai River, right?!

For Opal's affinity for the non-human species, which can be described as "explosive", Harry can really only write the word "suit" to her at this moment.