"Come here." Umbridge stood in her office, a slight smile in her voice.

Harry walked over slowly, not by "walking", to be precise, he couldn't see his feet, as if he had turned into some kind of snake or earthworm-like animal, crawling forward on the ground, and Umbridge was still smiling.

"Hands." She said in a sinister tone, then held out her fat, stubby finger with a large pile of ugly old-fashioned rings, waiting for Harry to put his hand on it.

Harry reached over and tried desperately to restrain a shiver, "Looks like I'm going to leave a deeper imprint on you. Umbridge said, and the other hand hidden behind her back slowly showed out, little by little, little by little, and Harry thought that what she was holding in her hand would be the sharp, black quill pen, but it was not.

It was an eight-inch birch wand, not the usual short, with a lilac transparent bead tethered in the middle at the end of her hand, and she waved the small wand and pointed at Harry.

"I'm thinking about how I can make a deeper imprint on you, and maybe the Diamond Heart Charm would be a good choice."

No, no, Harry shouted desperately in his heart, this is Hogwarts, she is a professor, how can she use the Unforgivable Charm, but the fireplace in the office suddenly burned, and the bright fire seemed to lift the dome open, and in a trance Harry even forgot whether it was day or night.

Along the side of the fireplace, a black pit viper, slowly crawling by, it held its head high, spitting letters, looking at Harry, hissing snake language that Harry could hear clearly, it was Poole.

"Bite her, Harry, bite the damn old witch."

But, she was a professor sent by the Ministry of Magic—Harry hesitated, Dolores' wand raised

"Drill Heart—" She pronounced the first half of the incantation, and Harry looked at the tip of his wand, and scenes flashed back to his mind, Voldemort, Barty Crouch Jr., Ning'an-

He opened his mouth, and as if he had transformed into a giant python, he pounced on Umbridge and bit her crumbling neck.

"Ahh

Harry sat up suddenly, his back soaked and sweaty, and there was a message from the bedroom from Seamo? Finigan snored slightly, he turned his head, and across from the four-legged copper pillar bed/shang, Ron rolled over and pursed his lips, confused and unsure of what he was muttering.

It's a dream, Harry wiped the sweat from his forehead with his hand, his whole person looked like he had just been fished out of the bathtub, and the hard-to-heal wound on the back of his hand reminded him that not all of them were dreams.

Flipping lightly under the soft pillow, it was empty, he pulled back the curtains around the bed and touched his school uniform robe, which was also empty, Poole was not here, Harry could be sure that the pit viper was not in the dormitory.

He got up and got out of bed, put his feet in his slippers, and left the dormitory, walking slowly towards the common room.

It was no surprise that he would dream of Umbridge, the old woman had been Harry's biggest nightmare since he was confined, and he had never hated anyone so much, except Voldemort, of course.

But why would Poole encourage himself to bite her, and in his dreams, he seemed to have turned into a big snake?

Ning An's words suddenly echoed in his ears: Beware of those poisonous snakes that bite people.

Harry rubbed his unkempt hair in exasperation, the constant nightmares were driving him insane, whether it was the dimly lit hallway and the locked iron door, or other strange situations, Harry was at a loss, and he didn't want to ask Dumbledore, because Dumbledore hadn't spoken to him since the end of last term.

Of course, Harry wouldn't ask Professor Trelawney, if she was asked to interpret her dreams, Harry would rather kill herself first, he sat down on the soft sofa by the fire, there were several blank rolls of parchment and confiscated quills on the small table in front of him, Harry thought for a moment, and slowly unfolded a piece of parchment.

Maybe I can only turn to Sirius for help, only the godfather's words can bring warmth, only the godfather can listen to him well.

As he thought so, he opened the lid of a bottle of ink, slipped his quill in it, dipped it, and let the tip of it hang an inch on the smooth, yellowed parchment, pondering...... Two minutes later, he found himself staring at the empty fireplace, not knowing what to write.

Should you tell Sirius about all the dreams, should you tell Sirius about the pain of the scar on his forehead, will the godfather rush to Hogwarts when he hears the news, and what if Sirius is discovered by Umbridge or someone else?

Harry sat motionless for a moment, even beginning to think about how to prevent potential letter thieves from getting some information.

He sat down on the soft sofa, his eyes staring at the fireplace, and then at last he made up his mind, dipped his quill in an inkwell, and wrote decisively on the parchment.

Dear Cold,

Hope you're doing well, sorry to write to you so late, the first month back here was terrible.

We've got a new Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher, Professor Umbridge, who's pretty much as you/ma/mom, and I was locked up by her, and everything sucked.

I started dreaming, strange dreams, the scar was still hurting, my life was chaotic, the snake and Umbridge appeared in my dreams, Ning An reminded me to be careful of the viper (he appeared at Hogwarts again, and is now with Hermione. ）

Anyway, these things bother me a lot, I miss you a lot, and I hope to hear from you.

Please reply as soon as possible

Good luck

harry

Harry read the letter several more times, and felt like he wanted to add something, but he didn't know how to tell the whole story, his dream was strange, but the dark hallway and locked door wouldn't swallow him up, and Umbridge didn't really kill him if he was in his dream.

On the one hand, he didn't want to make a fuss about these things, like a newly weaned child, and he had to explain everything to the adults in the family, and on the other hand, Harry did need someone to tell him, and Poole was getting more and more difficult to satisfy, and he would often disappear for a while now, and when Harry asked, he would say that he had gone to the kitchen cupboard at Hogwarts, where there was always food or rats to fill his stomach.

Although it would bring back some small desserts from time to time, Harry always felt that the cakes and bread tasted strange, and I wondered if he had wiped something dirty on the way back, and if Harry remembered correctly, Poole also used Hogwarts pipes all over the castle.

So he had to hope for his godfather, carefully sealing the parchment, and the light outside was already bright, slowly shining down the curtains in the middle of the room, and now Harry could faintly hear the movement of the dorm room upstairs.

He hurriedly got to his feet, crawled through the mouth of the portrait hole, and went straight to the owl's shack.

Now that the sun was high in the sky, Harry took a narrow spiral staircase from the bottom of the tower on the eighth floor to the owl hut at the top of the west tower.

Hundreds of owls perched on the perch, a little restless in the morning light, and the hut was quiet, and there was hardly any sound to be heard except for the fluttering of the wings of a few owls that had just returned from hunting outside, after all, few people came here to send letters so early.

"I've lost a few herbs lately."

Just as Harry craned his neck to look for Hedwig's figure, he suddenly heard a faint conversation, near the end of the other end of the shed, half-clearly into Harry's ears, and he hurriedly crouched down/shenzi, hiding behind a row of perch shelves, on which stood squinting owls, slightly blocking his body, he looked through the gap and vaguely saw two familiar figures.

One tall and one short, the tall one was thin, with his shoulders up, and his greasy straight hair made Harry guess who it was by looking at his back, except for Severus? There would never be a second person in Snape who had been so impressed by Harry, the professor who had been targeting him for five years, and which annoyed Harry so much.

“…… What's in it? ”

The man who was about the same height as Harry standing next to Snape spoke, and only when he heard the faint voice did Harry strengthen his judgment a little, judging from the black hair on his back, this person would be eighty percent Ning'an.

Harry listened attentively, why did Snape and Ning'an gather in the owl hut at the top of Hogwarts early in the morning, could it be that they came here for a walk after dinner? Harry couldn't convince himself of such nonsense anyway.

“…… Viper tooth ...... Gall bladder...... Heartbreaker ...... "Snape seems to have reported the names of several plants, some of which Harry knew, and some of whom had never even heard of it, but he didn't expect Snape to have such a treasure.

"What do you think?" Ning An's voice was lowered, and Harry couldn't hear the words clearly, but obviously what Snape said attracted attention, and Harry had a smile on his face when he saw Ning An recently, and it was rare to see it so serious as today.

“…… Medicine? Snape's voice was lower, and Harry couldn't hear it at all, and he looked at the straw ground beneath his feet, and tried to move forward a little, which made him hear better.

“…… Obviously...... If I think of ...... Elixir of Evil Hearts...... A disorienting potion...... Causing confusion or loss of control...... Poison ......"

Ning An said intermittently, Harry could only listen to a rough idea, he was shocked, what were Ning An and Snape talking about, potions? Who are they going to poison? Who is the Confusion Elixir for? Did Dumbledore know about this?

Harry knew that Snape was now a member of the Order of the Phoenix, and he worked for Dumbledore, but after all, he used to be a Death Eater, and until now Harry didn't understand why Dumbledore could fully trust Snape.

Harry didn't dare to stay any longer, he had a hunch that the conversation between the two was about to end, and he heard the most important part, that Ning'an and Snape were going to poison him, but who was poisoning him?

A crazy idea took shape in their minds, if they were going to poison Dumbledore......

Harry couldn't imagine it, he tiptoed, his heart hung in his throat, he carefully exited the owl's shed, and as soon as he left, he ran quickly towards the entrance of the corridor leading to the west end of the castle, he didn't know who to go to, Sirius's letter could not be sent out for the time being, maybe he should write a new one, write it in the letter, and remind Dumbledore.

But who would believe him, Dumbledore probably thought he was crazy, Harry thought as he ran, his heart tangled and tense as if Ningan and Snape were chasing after him.

"Ahh

Just as he was going down the stairs of the West Tower and around the corner to the eighth floor of Hogwarts, he bumped into a girl running towards him, and Harry heard a "plop" sound, and the other person seemed to fall.

"I'm sorry......" he subconsciously rubbed his head, raised his head, and jumped up in surprise.

Lying on the ground was Qiu Zhang, holding a letter in her hand, and there was a package on the ground that seemed to be the one she had been holding.

Harry's mind was in turmoil, he wanted to say something apologetic, or funny, something that would make people think he was cool, but all that flashed through his mind was Umbridge's old, ugly cheek.

"I'm really sorry......" he said as he bent down to pick up the package on the ground, and Akihari had already stood up, patting the dust on his body seemed to be fine.

"It's okay, I'm running too fast—" she blinked, panting, "It's my mother's birthday—ah, thanks, it's not your fault." ”

She said as she took the package that had fallen from Harry's hand, "I only remembered it five minutes ago, so...... Had to send it out sooner. ”

"Hmm...... Oh, yes...... I should have sent it sooner......" Harry broke, his internal organs shrunk into a ball of embarrassment, his mind went blank, and a voice kept urging: Hey, say something, say something, talk about something cool......

"It's a nice day." He pointed overhead, "The owl will definitely be there soon." ”

"yes," Qiu Zhang said with a smile, and then looked at the staircase behind Harry, as if to imply that she was going through that staircase, and Harry happened to be in the way, "Thank you, I think I need a fast owl." ”

Harry looked at Akira awkwardly, wanting to say something, but it seemed like it was time to get out of the way.

"Ah...... Hmmm......"

Just when he was speechless, there was the sound of footsteps on the stairs behind him, and Harry felt his heart hover, as if it was about to jump out, it was Ning An and Snape, Harry was sure.

If they knew, knew they had just come down from the owl's hut, if they knew about this—Harry took a deep breath, clenched the envelope in his hand, and turned sharply, pretending to be about to go up the stairs.