To be honest, living in an old 13th-century castle is not a very comfortable experience.

Early in the morning, before dawn, Harry, who had not slept peacefully in this room converted from the towering towers of the old castle, was awakened by the sound of ducks chirping in the Rocky River outside the castle, and the barking of dogs wafting in the dark black forest.

The nightmare of last night, combined with the pain of the lightning scar on his forehead, kept him awake at night, so much so that when he woke up early in the morning, he looked up in a daze and was startled by the head of a giant horned reindeer hanging on the wall in the gloomy room.

It's a real thing, and it's said to have been caught by Clark's grandfather when he was hunting in Russia.

But waking up early in the morning and seeing this one really scared the sleepy-eyed Harry.

"Is there anything you can help with, Master Harry?"

Maybe he heard movement coming from Harry's room, and with a crisp whistle, a house-elf appeared in front of Harry out of thin air.

The little creature was dressed in a modest small suit and wore a red bow tie around his neck, and although he didn't look good, his well-dressed appearance was like a heaven and an underground compared to the Dobby Harry had seen in his second year.

Only a kind master like Clark would put on such a dress for the house-elf servants in the house.

"This morning's breakfast had bacon omelette, butter toast, fried sausage, baby tomatoes, milk, if you need anything else, you can also tell me and I'll arrange the kitchen to do it.

In addition, the water temperature in the bathroom is now 47 degrees, so you can also choose to take a shower first......"

"Enough, enough. I don't need anything, you step down first. Harry waved his hand and refused the house-elf's offering.

This little thing could only leave with a disappointed face.

Harry sighed, So he wasn't fit to live here, he couldn't even stand being served, maybe he wasn't born to enjoy his life.

However, Clark's silk futon from China is really comfortable, and I don't know if it will be the same at the godfather's house, if not, maybe Clark can give himself a set for Christmas as a gift.

Harry was thinking as he slipped out of the silk quilt naked.

At the beginning of August, the western Highlands of Scotland have already entered autumn, so that as soon as I get out of the quilt, the cold wind blows, and it is a chill.

He hurriedly put on his clothes, walked through the room, walked to the cloakroom next door, and looked into the dressing mirror standing there.

In the mirror, a skinny fourteen-year-old boy was also looking at him, with a pair of green, confused eyes beneath his unkempt black hair.

Harry looked more closely at the scar on his forehead in the mirror, and although he couldn't see anything unusual, the residual tingling sensation was telling him that what had happened last night was not just a dream.

He tried his best to remember the scene of the previous night's dreams, but after a good night's sleep, those dreams were like vases behind frosted glass, and they had become blurry.

It seemed like a very eerie place, with a lot of people he didn't know...... There was a man who was resurrected...... He frowned, closed his eyes tightly, focused his thoughts, desperately recalled......

But it can't be done...... All Harry knew was that there was a flood of red light coming at him, and he felt a great sense of fear, and then he woke up violently...... Perhaps, it was because his scar suddenly became painful?

Also, who is that old man?

Harry must have had an old man, no, he was supposed to be a wizard, but he didn't know what happened to that man?

Alas, it's getting messy.

He buried his face in his hands, not allowing himself to see the cloakroom, desperately immersed in the gloomy room.

However, it was like trying to hold the water with both hands, and the more desperately he tried to grasp the details, the faster they slipped through his fingers......

Forget it, I don't want to do that.

Harry lifted his face from his hands, opened his eyes, and stared around the bedroom, as if he thought he would see something unusual.

But it was empty, except for a few nightgowns for sleeping, a few suitcases and his own clothes.

Harry changed his clothes, walked into the bathroom next to the cloakroom, and after washing up in the lavishly decorated room, he returned to the bedroom.

Like the bathroom, this bedroom is luxuriously decorated.

The aristocratic rooms are filled with yellowed palm-wood bookcases, taxidermy owls still look at each other, stained-glass windows depicting the coming of Christ and the Last Judgment, and intriguing Renaissance-style paintings, reminiscent of the Middle Ages at the beginning of the Plantagenet dynasty.

But Harry wasn't on his mind, he had been looking at it for days.

He walked to the window, opened the curtains, and looked out at the natural scenery shrouded in the morning light.

Because the room is on the tower, you can see the clear river flowing quietly from the window just below the cliff where the castle is located.

By the river, there are large expanses of turquoise meadows, endless dark green forests, and the occasional old-fashioned farm with red roofs.

Because it was close to the morning, Harry even saw some shepherds driving a large herd of sheep out of the farm, creating a leisurely and harmonious idyllic scene.

However...... However...... Harry restlessly returned to the bed, sat down, and reached out another finger to caress his scar.

It wasn't the pain of the scars that bothered him, Harry was used to pain and injuries.

Although Hogwarts is a school of witchcraft and wizardry, Harry is in it, and every year he encounters all kinds of strange things, and he always encounters all kinds of injuries.

For him, the pain is a daily occurrence.

Now that you're at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, and you're good at causing trouble, there's no way you're going to avoid these accidents and injuries.

The last time he had a pain on his forehead, though, was because Voldemort was nearby, and it was this that made Harry feel uneasy...... Voldemort couldn't be here at this moment...... Will Voldemort lurk next to Clark's house?

This idea is so ridiculous that it is absolutely impossible...... Clark had told him that the castle, like Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, was shrouded in magic, and not everyone could find it.

The thought of Clark slowly plucked up his courage, at least in his opinion, you can always trust Clark.

Maybe he could tell Clark about last night's dream......

Harry mused to himself, as if he had no one to talk to other than Clark.

His godfather, Sirius Black, was his father's guardian, but the two had only known each other for a short time, and Harry and he weren't that familiar.

Headmaster Dumbledore, Harry is very in awe of him, but he himself can't tell whether there is more "respect" or "fear", anyway, every time in front of him, Harry always feels very restrained.

As for the others, Ron was a big mouth, and Hermione and Clark were so close that there was no difference between talking to her and talking to Clark.

Oh, yes, and his aunt and uncle, but Harry was the first to rule it out.

Harry had never told them the details of his life in the wizarding world.

Wouldn't it be ridiculous to think that when they woke up, he went and told them that his scar was painful, and that he was worried that Voldemort was lurking nearby!

Well, it was because of Voldemort that Harry had to live with the Dursleys.

If it weren't for Voldemort, Harry wouldn't have had a lightning-shaped scar on his forehead.

If it weren't for Voldemort, Harry's mom and dad would still be alive......

Harry was thinking when he was suddenly awakened by a knock on the door, and it turned out that it was a house-elf who had come to ask him if he needed breakfast.

And they also informed him that Clark was already waiting in the dining room.

Harry got up and opened the door, and followed the house-elf downstairs to the dining room.

Along the way, he had to carefully avoid a colorful peacock, two white lions, and a long specimen made of a golden python, all of which were the hunt catch of Clark's grandfather.

When he arrived at the dining room, Harry found Clark sitting at the table.

It's not next to the dining table that is more than ten meters away, but another smaller table on the side.

Harry remembered the first time he had breakfast at Clark's house, he made a joke.

He sat down at the long dining table, only to finish his meal when Clark told him that it was just an antique ornament that no one had eaten on it for hundreds of years.

"Harry, did you sleep well last night?"

Clark was slicing sausages and simplicity with a knife, and when he saw Harry, he greeted him.

"It's alright......" Harry hesitated.

Clark looked up at him sensitively, "That's not good, do you still recognize the bed?" Your dark circles are popping up. ”

"No," Harry leaned into his chair, and the food automatically appeared on his plate, "I had a dream last night......

Then, while Harry was eating breakfast, he told Clark all about his dreams the night before.

"The eerie castle, the old wizard, the woman, the mysterious red-robed man, and the sea of blood and the dried corpse, Harry, I told you a long time ago, watch less movies like "400 Years of Horror."

Clark said before he could swallow the scrambled egg in his mouth.

"You think I'm just a dream?!" Harry looked disappointed.

"How is that possible, I'm just kidding." Clark laughed out loud when he saw his expression, "Remember the divination class we had last semester?" ”

Clarke's words brought back Harry's bad memories, Professor Trelawney's strange voice, the sultry attic, and the sweet, greasy incense......

"For the occult, dreams are sometimes more than just dreams."

He put down his knife and fork and wiped his mouth with a napkin.

"Wizards themselves possess a strong spirituality, and sleep is an act of releasing one's own limitations and releasing one's subconscious.

In this case, the sleeping wizard often has the ability to perceive and receive information from the spirit world.

You said that you saw certain messages in your sleep, which is normal, and even the regular skill of a soothsayer......"

Harry opened his mouth to speak, but Clark shook his head first.

"Of course, I haven't heard of the Potters having the gift of prophets, so the dream you had last night shouldn't have been a prophecy."

As he spoke, he took another deep look at the lightning scar on Harry's forehead.

"Coupled with what you said about Voldemort, I have reason to believe that as Voldemort's power increases, there must be some kind of strange connection between you and him."

"I don't want to have anything to do with that murderer!" Harry said dissatisfied.

"That's not up to you, unless you learn Occlumency, you can unilaterally block this connection."

Seeing that Harry wanted to ask more about Occlumency, Clark stood up.

"Okay, don't panic about this, let's try the "Black Sutra of the Dead" again, and go through the procedures for resurrecting the dead.

We'll have to go to your godfather's house in the afternoon, and this is the last experiment. ”

As soon as Clark said this, he immediately diverted Harry's attention, and he hurriedly ate the last bite of the omelette without even wiping his mouth, and followed Clarke's pace.

The place where the resurrection experiment took place was in the basement of the Prewett family castle, and it was necessary to descend several steps in a row to reach it.

And the further down, not only the light is getting darker and the temperature is getting lower and lower, but even the atmosphere is a bit eerie.

Almost every half step, there was a suit of armor covered with vicissitudes, creaking and twisting its head to look at them.

Speaking of which, this huge castle was built in the 13th century and has a history of more than 600 years.

Originally built by the Comynn family, it sits on the banks of the River Lodge just outside the centre of Fort William, and is one of the best-preserved castles in Scotland's history.

Even during the Scottish Civil War with England in the 17th century, the castle played an important role in a fierce battle.

A total of 1,500 people died here in that battle, and since then, strange things have always happened in the castle.

So in 1654, the owner of the castle built a new wooden castle not far from it, which later became Fort Wilhelm.

The castle, named Inverloch, was abandoned until the Clark family discovered something special about it and converted it into their ancestral home.

Of course, the Puwit family couldn't do anything to steal the property, so they bought the land in the name of the company and built a five-star Inverroch Castle Hotel on the side.

As for this castle, in the eyes of the Magus, it has long been turned into a ruin of the old Inveroch Castle, and many tourists visit it every year.

Of course, for Clark, this medieval castle was not really inhabitable.

It's okay to stay here for 1 or 2 nights once in a while, but it's really unbearable for a long time, especially those gloomy feelings and huge construction area, which always make people feel a little less homely.

Compared to here, Clark still prefers his big apartment in London, with convenient transportation and modern environment, which may be more suitable for young people like him.