It was darkness, a darkness with a glimmer of light.

Except for the faint blood-colored mist, it seems that nothing can be seen in front of me. It's like being in a ray of light, but with your eyes closed, and only the hazy blackness of the light penetrating your eyelids.

Harry didn't know where he was, and he couldn't tell if what he was seeing was a dream or a reality, real or unreal.

He seemed to open his eyelids to see what kind of place he was. But the eyelids were as heavy as lead, sluggish and weak, and could not be separated from even a penny.

"Where is this...... Warm or cold? Day or night? ”

He didn't know, he didn't know anything. He just felt as if his whole body was enveloped by a majestic force, and some kind of heartfelt pain was constantly steaming all over his body, as if he was in hell and was scorched by the fire of hell.

It was an irresistible pain that he could only endure in silence with his curled body, hoping that the seemingly never-ending torment would come to an end at some point.

In the midst of endless suffering, time is like a meaningless concept. I don't know how long it was, maybe seconds, minutes, hours...... Or a few years? In short, at a certain moment, he seemed to hear a slight footstep from far and near, step by step, calm, relaxed, unhurried, and pacing lightly in front of him.

"Who is it? Who's there? Help me ......."

Harry cried silently in his heart, but he couldn't even move the corners of his mouth, how could he open his mouth and try to communicate? But he could feel it somewhat, the other party seemed to be crouching down in front of him, a real gaze looking at him.

"Who's that? Who exactly? He endured the pain and anxiety, and said secretly in his heart, "No, you are anyone, just help me...... Help me......"

"I don't think you need anyone else to save ......" just as Harry was almost giving up his shout, the other party responded as if he had finally heard his heart, "just like 'him', sometimes it can only be you who can save yourself." ”

The voice echoed in Harry's ears, sometimes far away and sometimes very close, but it felt a subtle familiarity in his fluctuation.

"W-What do you mean? Who are you? You ......"

"Who am I and is it important to you?" The other party interrupted him gently, and his tone was smooth and calm, "I am just an insignificant passerby to you. I have more important things waiting for me to do, and you...... Of course you're the same...... kid."

While the other party said these inconsequential words, he slowly straightened up again, as if he was about to take a step forward and move on. Harry had a hunch that if he missed out on the other party at this moment, he might never see each other again.

"Wait!" He shouted in his heart, "Please tell me, what am I supposed to do?" How can I get out of this place? ”

The man seemed to pause as Harry screamed. He didn't know if the other party looked back for a moment, and he didn't know if the other party would say something more.

After a moment, in Harry's silent waiting, the voice rang out again.

“…… Life is like an exam, and the answer is always in books, isn't it? ”

The other party only left this sentence, and then continued to take his next step, moving forward step by step without hesitation, and gradually moved away from him.

"Exams? What the? I-"

Harry screamed, only to find himself sitting up after a few shouts. As for the last words just now, they really came out of his mouth.

Shocked, he suddenly opened his eyes.

The hazy curtains, the dimly lit interiors, and the fluffy mattresses that sit under your butt – isn't this your own bedroom? Just across from his bed, Ron was pulling his face out of the pillow in a daze, staring blankly at the side, and there was even a sparkling saliva on the corner of his mouth.

"Harry......" Ron muttered inarticulately, "I asked you to hand me the answer, but why didn't you ignore me?" Not...... If we're close enough to each other in the next show, be sure to show me the answer......"

"Oh, I see, I'll give it to you—"

Harry tugged at the collar of his dressing gown, realizing that he was covered in blisters, and every inch of his skin was covered in a sticky cold sweat. After hearing Ron's sleepy dream, he was not in the mood to pay attention to it at all, but just said something casually.

"Well, thanks...... Then I'll be in the exam room. ”

Ron said this with his eyes half-open, then retracted into the bed, and continued to sleep with his mouth shut. Looks like. LS mock test go too!

Harry didn't bother with Ron, he just reached out and covered his forehead, stunned.

The lightning-shaped scar that had been with him since he was a child was still aching faintly. The indescribable stinging pain was similar to the pain in the dream just now, and it was like a constant reminder to him that it was not an ordinary nightmare for no reason.

“…… Could it be that this has something to do with Voldemort? ”

Harry stroked the scar on his forehead, the touch from his fingertips as smooth and disgusting as he had felt in his childhood, and there was no change.

After a moment of aimless thought, he used the Occlumency technique again to isolate his consciousness again. It wasn't until the tingling pain slowly faded with the isolation that he breathed a sigh of relief.

At least, in addition to palpitations, the magic that Maca gave herself was still useful.

After somewhat composing himself, Harry put down his hand covering the scar and frowned as he recalled the conversations Professor Dumbledore had discussed with him in the past about such nightmares. Although a long time had passed, he could still vaguely remember Dumbledore telling him that everything in the dream was probably true.

Perhaps, at the same time as he dreamed of those scenes, that scene was also playing out somewhere in this world. And the protagonist of that event is most likely Voldemort himself.

Now, Voldemort has been defeated by Maca - the corpses on the shores of the Hogwarts vestibule were all in the newspapers, which is obviously not fake.

And based on Maca's speculation in St. Mungo's hospital room after that, Voldemort didn't really die. This seems to confirm each other with the nightmare I just had.

But where is Voldemort now?

And, of course, there was the unknown person who appeared later and claimed to be a "passerby", who was ...... to himself Or maybe he said something unintelligible to Voldemort and left again. Who is that person? Is it friend or foe? He really didn't have a clue.

After a long period of speculation, Harry took a deep breath and lifted the curtain on the bed to reach for his glasses on the bedside table.

It wasn't dawn yet, but he really didn't have the heart to continue to sleep. After a casual change of clothes, Harry gently walked out of the bedroom and sat down by the window in the common room outside.

The pre-dawn temperature was still a little low, but he didn't want to light the fireplace at all. The cool air makes his brain clearer, and even if he thinks about it, he can't get any reliable answers, but it's better than not wanting to come at all.

The moon set and the sun rose, and the darkness of the night was dispelled little by little by the morning sun in the east, and Harry just sat still, quietly waiting for another day to begin.

"Harry?"

Unsurprisingly, Hermione was the first to wake up after him.

"Good morning, Hermione." Harry turned his head and said softly, "I remember you said that your mom and dad are dentists?" Do doctors pay attention to cultivating good living habits? ”

"What are you talking about?" Hermione looked at him hesitantly, and after a moment asked, "Since you woke up so early, why don't you take the time to review more?" You know, your magical history is still lingering on the passing line! ”

"Oh, just spare me now......" Harry shook his head with a wry smile, only to find that Hermione's everyday words made him feel much more at ease, "Well, actually...... I think there's something I should discuss with you. ”

Hermione walked to the chair in front of him and sat down, waving her hand nonchalantly.

"If it's a matter of reducing the amount of revision, it's not negotiable!" She said, "I'm doing this for your own good!. If you fail the LS exam, just do what I have arranged-"

"No, it's not the ......," Harry said helplessly, covering his face, "Can you put the exam aside for now?" I really have something very important...... Remember? I've had a few nightmares before...... About Voldemort! ”

"What?" Hearing this, Hermione paused as she was taking out the book, "You're having nightmares again?" What about your Occlumency? What do you see in your dreams? ”

It stands to reason that Harry's ability to spy on Voldemort in his dreams would be of great help in finding where Voldemort was. But for Harry himself, it is very likely that there is some unknown danger. As Harry's best friend, Hermione certainly preferred Harry to shut off his consciousness in order to cut off his connection with Voldemort.

But this time, since he had that kind of dream again, in addition to worrying, Hermione naturally subconsciously had the idea of taking advantage of it to find out.