Planning, Murder, Peter Pettigrew, Voldemort......

This is not the first time this realistic dream has appeared. Harry lay flat on his back, breathing hard, as if he were running.

He covered his face with his hands, and the old scar on his forehead, like lightning, burned under his fingers, as if someone had pressed a red-hot wire against his skin.

He sat up, pressed the scar with one hand, and in the darkness used the other hand to grab his glasses, which were placed on the table next to the bed. He put on his glasses and could see the bedroom more clearly, as the faint orange light was as faint as a fog illuminating the room.

He had mentioned it to Sirius, and since the summer vacation, he had had this dream: Voldemort and Peter planned a murder, but when, who, and how, these crucial details he could not remember.

Harry decided to turn to Dumbledore for help, maybe this inexplicable dream was real, only he would have a way to end everything, Dumbledore was the strongest white wizard.

Over the next few weeks, Defence Against the Dark Arts became more demanding, perhaps due to the fact that he had fought the Death Eaters on the front lines, and Professor Moody became more demanding.

"Listen up, guys, when you met the Death Eaters," Professor Moody was severely paranoid, "maybe you hadn't met them yet. Yes, at this time, your battle begins. ”

Professor Moody's hideous face made people shudder, "Maybe it's a death curse, and I'll send you to see Merlin, then you're really lucky." ”

"But sophisticated Death Eaters aren't usually so kind, if they had the time. They will use the other two unforgivable spells to make the limited rest of your life very impressive. ”

"I don't want to demonstrate the Soul Drain Curse again, but I'll show you the power of the Imperius Curse one more time." Professor Moody looked like he was going to see the excitement, "This spell has caused a lot of trouble for the Ministry of Magic, and they can't tell if a person is willing or wants to get away with it. ”

"I once saw a poor creature who was cast a Reimburser curse and then cast a curse on his entire family. Later, the magic was unlocked, and the man was useless. Professor Moody's laughter made everyone who heard it itch in their bones.

"And in my class, I'll take turns casting this spell on you......"

"What?" The students at the bottom are crazy.

"Hell!" Aitch sprang up, "It's illegal to cast this magic on people!" Professor! ”

Moody had waved his wand and cleared the desks, leaving a large area in the middle of the house, "You say—casting spells on people is—illegal!" ”

"Dumbledore wants you to learn this lesson firsthand." Moody said, his magic eye turned to Edge, his eyes strange, staring at him without blinking, "If you'd rather do it in a painful way—having someone cast a spell on you in order to completely manipulate you—you can not learn, I don't care." It's going to be part of your final grades anyway. Moody waved his wand.

One by one, Moody began to call the students forward and cast the Imperius Curse on them, and Aitch watched as his classmates performed the strangest movements under the spell's effect.

Justin hopped several times around the room, Terry Boot squirmed like a caterpillar on the ground, and Hannah Abbott did ten consecutive backflips that she couldn't do while she's awake. Not all of them were able to resist the spell, and each of them only returned to normal when Moody lifted the spell.

"Edge!" Moody yelled, "You're next." Let's see if the name of the heir can help you stop the Imperius curse. ”

Aitch stepped forward and stood in the open space where Moody had moved the table, Moody raised his wand, pointed at Aitch and said, "Imperius!" ”

It was the most wonderful feeling, and Aitch felt like he was about to fly, and all the thoughts and worries in his heart were gently swept away, leaving only a vague, untraceable pleasure, and he stood there, feeling very relaxed, as if he could fall asleep at any moment.

But Aitch still had a clear memory in his mind that it was a test of the Imperius Curse. His subconscious mind slowly mobilized his memory palace, and the Occlumency had a natural defense against this kind of magic that affected people's minds, creating a shield that kept people's minds undisturbed.

The memory palace is the same as the actual principle, when Edge's consciousness "drills" in, the real memory and consciousness suddenly "press" people to wake up. This is like giving the person lying on Simmons a sudden chest stone and immediately blasting the person out of the "warm dream".

Aitch now feels like he is in a half-dream, half-awake in a daze, suddenly waking up by the sudden thunder, but there is a sense of relief.

Then, Aitch heard, Professor Moody's voice, "Handstand...... Handstand ......"

The clear Aitch turned his head to see the surprise in Professor Moody's eyes, and he exclaimed, "Look,...... Aitch resisted, he resisted the spell, he overcame. Great Occlumency. ”

"Have you looked closely into his eyes? That's where you should be looking—Edge, great! "Moody's is like looking at an exquisite exhibit.

"Good, you can go back." Moody struck again as Aitch took the third step.

"Let's do it again, watch and look into his eyes." Moody's wand was pointed at Edge's eyes, and in a second or two, they went from confusion to refreshment.

Professor Moody didn't care about Edge's outrage, "Don't expect the man who cast this curse on you to duel you openly. Sometimes you don't know where they are, and you get tricked. But it's good, it's really good, Edge, you woke up so quickly. ”

This is not the only subject that adds to the schoolwork.

When Professor McGonagall gave a large amount of Transfiguration homework, which provoked a particularly loud protest from the class, she explained why.

"You are now at a very important stage of magical education!" She told them, her eyes glowing blindly behind the square-framed lenses, "Your O.W.Ls (ordinary wizard level) exam is looming—"

Professor McGonagall doesn't care about the fact that you only take the exam in fifth grade: trust me, you should be prepared for everything you can!

Miss Granger and Mr. Aitch were the only ones in the class who managed to turn a porcupine into a satisfying pin, and I have to warn some of you that your pins still shrank in horror when someone else approaches it with a needle!

Professor Binns, who teaches the history of magic, asks them to write a weekly essay; Professor Snape forces the students to study the antidote, which they dare not take lightly, as he suggests that a student might be poisoned before Christmas to test whether their antidote works, and Professor Flitwick tells them to read three more books in preparation for the lesson on summoning spells.

It was the end of October, and there was a pleasant atmosphere of anticipation in the school that day, and everyone was a little absent-minded in class, more interested in those who came from Beauxbatons and Durmstrang in the evening, and even Professor Snape's Potions class was more tolerable than before, for it ended half an hour early.

When the bell rang for Hogwarts, the heads of the various houses urged the students to line up and go to the door to meet the representatives of the two sister schools.

The first to arrive was Beauxbatons. They roared toward Hogwarts in a large, powder-blue carriage, the size of a large house, with twelve winged horses, each as big as an elephant, pulling the cart through the air.

The carriage flew a little lower, and the students in the first three rows took a few steps back, and the carriage came to a screeching ground with a loud thud that scared Neville backwards and stepped on the foot of a fifth-year Slytherin student. The horses' hooves, which were bigger than plates, slammed to the ground. Immediately, the car also lowered, and the huge wheels jumped a few times, and the golden horse twisted its head and turned its big, red eyes.

Beauxbatons' leader, Madame Maxime, was a woman of Hagrid's size, and her shiny black heels were the size of a child's sled. With a smooth face, eyes only large and black, and a medium quality, with a hooked nose, her hair combed back in a bun that shone at the base of her neck, she was black satin from head to toe, and the delicate and dazzling opals glittered on her neck and thick fingers. She was followed by twelve boys and girls.

Dumbledore wasn't short, but he barely had to lean down to kiss her hand. "Dear Madam Maxim." He said, "Welcome to Hogwarts!" ”

Then came the Durmstrang School, and their great ship rose from the bottom of the Hogwarts lake, shining in the moonlight, and it looked strange, skeleton-like, like a restored ship, and the faint light shimmered in the porthole, like a ghost's eye, and at last, with a loud sound of drainage, the ship was fully revealed, and it rippled on the rippling waters, and began to sail towards the shore, and in a moment they saw the splashing of the anchor being thrown into the shallows, and the thud of the planks being laid ashore.

The man leading the way to the castle wore another kind of fur cloak, smooth and silver, like his hair.

"Dumbledore!" He greeted warmly and walked up the slope, "How are you?" How are you, my dear fellow? ”

"Very good, thank you, Professor Karkaroff." Dumbledore replied.

Karkaroff's voice sounded a bit pretentious, pretending to be warm, and as he stepped into the front door light, Aitch noticed that his eyes were not smiling, but cold and sly, "How nice it is here, how good...... Victor come over and warm up...... You don't mind, Dumbledore? Victor had a bit of a cold......"

Karkaroff summoned one of his students, apparently showing off his protégé to Dumbledore.

"Victor Krum!" There was a shock in the crowd at Hogwarts, wasn't the boy with a prominent hooked nose and dark, thick eyebrows the same Seeker at the Quidditch World Cup Final?

This eighteen-year-old genius is actually a student at Durmstrang School!