In Gryffindor's dormitory, Harry fell into an eerie dream.

His body became smooth, powerful, and flexible. He crawled on the dry ground, through the dark, cold stones, and slid forward against his stomach. It was very dark, but he could see objects around him shimmering with strange, colored light. He turned his head, and a picture came into view.

On a deserted island in the sea, a figure in a black robe stood, with blue hair. Countless Dementors surrounded him in the middle, like a black ocean, and the entire sky was rendered black.

The man said something loudly, and the Dementors shook their heads, and a surge of magic rose up, and the Dementors seemed a little frightened, nodded again, and finally receded like a tide, revealing a dilapidated castle.

A thick green light shot out from the blue-haired figure's wand, shattering the castle gates in one fell swoop, and a voice shouted, "Come out!" Servants of the Dark Lord! Let us unite once again under the mark of the Dark Lord, and I bring with me the glory of the Dark Lord, who will bestow upon you the highest glory! ”

The sound of countless messages reached its ears, making it uncomfortable, and it stuck out its tongue and screamed.

The sound grew louder and louder, like a horde of demons reveling in hell, and from the broken gates, a crowd of people rushed out, and they rushed to him, screaming and screaming.

It wanted to bite them, but it couldn't, it was the master's servant.

A blinding flash of lightning flashed, and hideous, crazy faces came into its eyes, the first one he had seen, in Sirius's house, it was Bellatrix.

Harry opened his eyes, and every inch of his skin was covered in cold sweat, as if someone had stabbed him in the forehead with a fire stick.

"Harry!"

Ron stood in front of him, looking at him anxiously. A lot of people stood beside Harry's bedside. He was clutching his head with his hands, and the pain was striking him. He tossed and turned and vomited on the edge of the bed.

"He's really sick," a frightened voice said, "do we need to call anyone?" ”

"Harry, Harry!"

Harry grabbed Ron and fought back his stomach, "Where's Gurris?" ”

"Huh?" Ron was stunned, "He's locked up for assaulting a professor, and today should be the fifth day." ”

"Did anyone see him?"

Ron shook his head, Harry gripped his clothes tightly, "I saw it, I saw it, he broke Azkaban, and the Death Eaters came out!" ”

"Harry, you're crazy" Ron said vaguely with wide eyes, "You must be dreaming!" ”

"No," Harry said furiously. Ron didn't understand that it was important, and the craziest Death Eaters had escaped!

"It's not a dream, it's not an ordinary dream, I'm there, I see it! ――”

Professor McGonagall hurried into the dormitory in a plaid dressing gown, her glasses resting unevenly on her bony nose.

"What's wrong Potter, what's hurt?"

He had never been so happy to see her. A member of the Order of the Phoenix, he was in need right now, not someone who thought he was bothersome and asked him to drink potions.

"It's Guris!" Harry exclaimed, "He attacked Azkaban, he let the Death Eaters go!" ”

"You mean you see it happening?" Professor McGonagall said as she curled her dark eyebrows

"I don't know, I'm sleeping, but I'm there."

"You mean you dreamed about it?"

"No," said Harry angrily, "none of you believe me? I first had a very different dream, something stupid, and then this one interrupted it. He pointed to his scar, "But it's real, I can't possibly imagine it." Guris negotiated with the Dementors, and then they retreated, and he broke the door, and the Death Eaters came out, and I saw Bellatrix, and I saw her picture at Black's house, and I knew it was her! ”

Professor McGonagall gazed at Harry with her slanted glasses, as if she was amazed at what she saw.

"I'm not lying, I'm not crazy!" Harry screamed loudly, "I sue you, I saw it!" ”

"I believe you, Potter," Professor McGonagall said briefly, "put on your pajamas and we'll go to the Headmaster." ”

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The room in the headmaster's room was half-lit and half-dark, and all sorts of strange silver instruments sat quietly on the table, instead of flying around in puffs of smoke as usual, and the portraits of the old headmistress and headmistress were all napping in the frames on the wall. At the door, a huge bird with magnificent red and yellow feathers, resting its head under its wings, rested on a perch and dozing.

"Oh, it's you, Professor McGonagall, and Harry."

Dumbledore was sitting in a high-backed chair behind his desk; He leaned over to the flickering candlelight, and a piece of text was placed in front of him. He was dressed in a white nightgown and a purple and gold coat with embroidery, but he looked very conscious, and his pale blue eyes were fixed on Professor McGonagall.

"Professor Dumbledore, Harry had a nightmare," Professor McGonagall said. "He sued me."

"It's not a dream," Harry said irritably.

Professor McGonagall looked at Harry, frowning slightly.

"Very well, then, Harry, please take it to Headmaster." Her mouth pursed.

"I fell asleep," Harry said, trying to make Dumbledore understand his horror and despair. He felt slightly irritated, and the headmaster didn't look at him, but looked down and didn't know what to think. "But this is no ordinary dream. It's real. I see it happening. He took a deep breath, "Guris has broken through Azkaban. ”

After he finished speaking, the words still seemed to echo in the air, sounding a little ridiculous, like a comedy. Dumbledore paused, leaned back, and stared at the ceiling.

"How do you see that?" He asked calmly, not looking at Harry.

"I don't know," said Harry, furious, what does it matter? "In my head, I think-"

"You misunderstood me," said Dumbledore. "I mean, do you remember, -- uh -, where you stood when you saw the attack happen? You may be standing next to Guris, or you are looking down from above the scene? ”

The question was so strange that Harry glared at Dumbledore as if he knew.

"I'm a snake," he said. "I saw things from the serpent's point of view."

There was no one talking for a while, and then Dumbledore spoke slowly, "Okay, I originally had something to tell you, but now it seems that you have to learn Occlumency first." ”