Harry was also really taken aback by the girl, and hurriedly continued to visit Hogsmeade Village without any of it, and immediately helped carry the girl to Madam Pomfrey's school infirmary.

Rolf and the others didn't care about any butterbeer, and hurriedly helped Harry to end their Hogsmeade trip early.

But when I got to the school infirmary, it was really crowded, and I heard Madam Pomfrey shouting, "Go away, go away! I told you you're not sick! I don't have a place for you to sleep!"

"Ma'am, she's fainted at the 38 Broomstick Bar, so help me take a look!" Harry said anxiously, carrying the man to Pomfrey.

"Yes, sir, just leave it here!, you can leave now, I've got enough people here!" Madam Pomfrey said perfunctorily, without raising her head.

When they walked out, Malfoy said, "Crabbe and Goyle have been sleepy lately, and they don't know what is wrong with them. ”

Drowsiness?Rolf suddenly remembered the last time Harry suddenly fainted at the Quidditch pitch, and he once again secretly infiltrated Harry's consciousness.

Sure enough, this time he really found a purple seed in Harry's sea of consciousness! Rolf hurriedly used his mental power to take out the seed.

Harry was shocked, and then said inexplicably, "Does that butterbeer still have a refreshing effect, why do I feel like I have a lot of mental power?"

Rolf smiled noncommittally, yes, butterbeer is a refreshment, you should go drink more!

However, seeing that there were so many sleeping little wizards lying in the school doctor's room, he couldn't help but think, what was the reason?

Could it be that in the world of Harry Potter, there is also a fragment of the Godhead of the Lord of Dreams, which happened to land at Hogwarts Castle?

However, since Christmas is just around the corner, it is estimated that the young wizards will not continue to stay in school.

Therefore, even if Rolf wanted to find out the reason and find the fragment of the Godhead of the Dream Lord, it was estimated that he would have to wait until he returned.

But this optimism was completely interrupted by a mass coma before Christmas.

"Children!" Dumbledore stood on the classroom seat at lunch the day before the Christmas break, motioning for all the students to look at him.

"It's rare to tell you that there was a little bit of a problem during this year's Christmas holidays, as you know, more and more students are falling asleep!"

When the little wizards below heard that they might not be able to go home for Christmas this year, they all chirped as if they had exploded.

"Silence!" Dumbledore used a loud spell to temporarily stun the young wizards, and then continued, "The professors at the school are now working hard to figure out what made them sleep!

At the same time, it is also to prevent this situation from being taken out of the campus, or you will never come back because of the lack of timely treatment, so we decided to close the school!

We'll send an official letter to your family with an owl, so don't overthink it and enjoy your lunch in peace. ”

However, after hearing such a statement, no one could eat with peace of mind, and everyone fell into the fear of eternal sleep.

The history of magic is the most boring course on the curriculum of all the little wizards, and of all their teachers, only Professor Binns, who teaches this class, is a ghost.

The most exciting thing in his class was watching him walk through the blackboard and into the classroom.

He was very old, his flesh was wrinkled so badly, and many people said that he didn't notice that he was dead.

When he was alive, he got up one day to go to class and accidentally left his body in an armchair in front of the fire in the faculty lounge. Since then, all his daily activities have not changed in the slightest.

Today, the class was still as boring as usual, and Professor Binns opened his notes and read them in a dry, low, monotone voice.

It sounded like an old vacuum cleaner, and the class ended up groggy, occasionally coming back to their senses, copying out a name or date, and then falling back into a half-sleep.

Half an hour after he had spoken, something had never happened before, and Mr. Malfoy raised his hand in the air.

Professor Binns was giving a very boring lecture on the history of magic in the world, and he looked up in surprise.

"Sir, is there anything you can do?" Professor Binns seemed to be at a loss for the first time when a student asked a question.

"Professor, I wonder if you can tell me what you think of this mass slumbering event?" asked Malfoy.

Crabbe, who had been staring out the window with his mouth open, suddenly woke up from his trance, and Goyle's head lifted from his arm, and he lowered his elbow from the table.

Professor Binns blinked, as if he had not made out what was going on.

"My course is the history of magic," he said in that dry, breathless voice, "and I study facts, this gentleman, not myths and legends. ”

He cleared his throat, made a soft sound like a snap of chalk, and continued: "Just in October of that year, a special group of magicians from the island of Quitting ......"

He stammered to a halt as Malfoy reluctantly waved his hand in mid-air again.

"I'd like to ask you, sir, legends have a certain factual basis, don't they?"

Professor Binns looked at him in astonishment, and Rolf was sure that none of Professor Binns's students, alive or dead, had ever interrupted him in this way.

"Well," Professor Binns said slowly, "yes, I suppose you could say that." He looked at Malfoy as if he had never looked at a student before.

"But what you're talking about is never a mystery......"

Now, the class was listening intently to every word Professor Binns had to say.

He looked at them with dazed eyes, and saw every face turn to him.

Rolf could see that the unusual interest was so much to Mr. Binns that it was too difficult for Mr. Binns.

Professor Binns's lecture paused, and he first looked around the room with his blurred vision, and then continued:

"All I remember is that the Ministry of Magic in the United States once cleansed the memory of the entire city with the help of a winged demon, after which all Muggles fell into a deep sleep......"

Professor Binns paused again, pursed his lips, like a crumpled old turtle.

"That's what we know from reliable historical sources, and I don't know anything else. He continued to talk about his history of magic.

The class was silent, but not the sleepy silence of the usual Professor Binns classroom. Everyone continued to stare at him, hoping that he would continue to speak, and the atmosphere was unsettling, and Professor Binns looked slightly annoyed.

Others wanted to raise their hands to continue asking questions, but Professor Binns was not prepared to pay attention to them, for fear that some more students would ask some strange questions.

As it turned out, Professor Binns's strategy of intentional neglect was effective, and within five minutes, the students were again in that groggy sleep, and it was unknown if it was because of the Lord of the Dream or some other reason.