Yes, we are friends! Luna nodded, speaking in a brisk tone, and then put the scimitar-horned snoring beast into the jar, and turned curiously to ask Ivan for the precautions of raising this strange creature.

"It eats grass and leaves, and I haven't tried the rest, so you'll have to find out for yourself." Ivan replied with a smile.

The two walked and chatted like this, and only when they reached the intersection of the tower did they officially separate and return to their bedrooms.

By the time Ivan walked through the door of the dormitory, it was already past ten o'clock in the evening.

The room was very dark, except for a few candles lit on the wooden table, Harry was rarely in bed early, and Seamus and Neville were leaning against the window and telling bad jokes.

Ivan said hello to a few people who were still awake, and prepared to go to bed, and he worked for several days in a hurry, and today he spent another night with Luna, and he was already sleepy.

However, when he happened to pass by Harry's bedside, Ivan vaguely sensed a cold wave of magic power, and he subconsciously turned his head to take a look.

On the bed next to him, Harry was wrapped in a quilt, his eyes tightly closed, his face full of pain, his mouth was open and muttering, and the lightning scar on his forehead was gleaming, like he was having some nightmare.

Ivan frowned, took a few steps closer, and stood in front of Harry's bed, a whisper of whispering suddenly reached his ears.

"Nope! You can't do that......"

"He's angry... The servant died... He's coming back...... Kill everyone there......"

Harry muttered unconsciously, shaking his head from time to time, his expression growing in pain, beads of sweat sliding down and soaking the pillow and bedding like convulsions.

Ivan's face became more and more serious, although he didn't know what Harry had dreamed about, but the information revealed by these dreams alone made him a little uneasy.

Could it be that Voldemort had learned of Barty Crouch Jr.'s death, so he was so angry that he was ready to kill someone to vent his anger?

Some doubts surfaced in his mind, and Ivan desperately wanted to ask for clarification, but he didn't dare to wake Harry at random, for fear that interrupting the dream would miss some crucial information.

As one of Voldemort's Horcruxes, Harry would unconsciously enter Voldemort's brain at some point to browse memory fragments, or share his vision with other Horcruxes to see some hidden information......

Although it is explicitly mentioned in the original plane that Voldemort can use this in turn to construct false illusions with Occlumency.

But Voldemort hasn't been resurrected yet, so it shouldn't be possible to detect Harry's prying eyes, so the credibility of the information is still very high.

Just as Ivan was thinking, Harry, who was lying on the bed, suddenly opened his eyes, sat up from the bed suddenly, panting, swept around in a panic, and shouted frantically.

"What about Professor Dumbledore? Where is Professor Dumbledore? ”

As he spoke, Harry felt his scar start to hurt again, as if it had been burned by fire, and immediately let out a cry of pain.

Seamus was startled at the shouts and jumped out of bed without even putting on his shoes, and gathered around Harry's bed in fear.

"Are you alright? Harry? Seamus shook Harry's shoulder so he could sober up.

"Or is your scar hurting again? Do you want us to take you to the school hospital? Ron also hurriedly asked.

"No, I'm fine, I don't have to go to the hospital, I'm going to see Professor Dumbledore now." Harry shook his head and scrambled out of bed.

"But it's so late now, the professor should already be resting, if you have something to do, it's better to go to him tomorrow......" Seamus couldn't quite understand why he was making such a fuss, and asked suspiciously. Did you just have a nightmare? Harry? ”

"That's not a dream!" Harry shouted angrily.

"Did you see anything?" Ivan on the side asked solemnly.

"Barty Crouch is dead! Voldemort was angry that he had been torturing someone with the Mind Curse...... The snake...... I'm the snake again! Harry's words were hurried, and he tried desperately to describe the picture in his mind more clearly, but for some reason it became choppy.

Harry added anyway. "Voldemort... Voldemort also said he was going to kill more people! Using their blood to restore his strength, he is going to slaughter everyone in a Muggle village! ”

When the words fell, the entire dormitory fell into an eerie silence, and Ron, Neville, and Neville were all stunned by Harry's words.

"You just mentioned the mystery man?" Seamus looked at Harry in horror and unconsciously took two steps back, almost hitting the sharp corner of the bed.

"You're dreaming about that person again?" Ron knew better, so he wasn't as surprised as Seamus was.

Ron was still skeptical of Harry's words. "You just said Mr. Crouch is dead? How is that possible? I saw him in the castle yesterday. ”

"But I did hear Voldemort say that himself!" Harry said eagerly, looking left and right, then turning his gaze to Ivan, who was thinking about something, and spoke again. "Ivan, don't you have that map? Shall we see? ”

Ivan came back to his senses and nodded solemnly, just as he also wanted to see if the two Crouches were dead, so he took the map out of his pocket.

The next moment, the plain and white picture of the entire castle was suddenly presented in front of everyone.

Ron glanced at the map a few times, and soon saw Barty Crouch on it, slowly breathed a sigh of relief, and said with a smile. "Look, Harry, Mr. Crouch is fine in the staff break room, so you're just having nightmares."

Harry was a little confused, and he looked at the name on the map for a long time.

Just when a few people thought that the matter could be concluded, Ivan suddenly spoke.

"No, I'm afraid Harry is right, there is indeed a Barty Crouch who died, but it was Mr. Crouch's son Barty Jr., who had infiltrated Hogwarts and managed to throw Harry's name into the Goblet of Fire."

"So Professor Moody arrested him that day?" Harry suddenly thought of Moody's strange appearance a few days ago, and asked anxiously.

"Let's put it that way......" Ivan saved Moody a bit of face, but in his heart he wondered how Voldemort had learned this information?

Was it because of some spell on little Barty's body that could detect his life or death, or was someone specifically telling him?

There shouldn't be many people who know this information nowadays......

(End of chapter)