John's doubts were quickly dispelled.

He had heard that Harry's owl had been taken to Hagrid for treatment.

John thought of Basil's look on his face and asked, "You got into a fight with Hedwig?" ”

Basil spreads his wings, as if to show off his achievements.

Both of them are snowy owls, but I don't know why.

It seems that from the day they met, they were very unmatched.

This situation is not so serious in the second grade, and the third grade will be fought at John's house.

Tom came over wagging his tail and cast a adoring look at Basil.

John shook his head helplessly, Basil was quite obedient in other places, but there was no negotiation in beating Hedwig.

Harry was so happy that many people were willing to take his word for it.

But yesterday was just blocked by Malfoy, and today Hedwig was beaten again.

His good mood was gone.

In the auditorium.

Malfoy still cast an angry look at Harry.

Crabbe brought John a bowl of hot soup, and John took it and drank it with a spoon.

Daphne was a little dissatisfied, because Crabbe took advantage of the void to enter, and when he was in a state of confusion because of the oolong, he did not talk about martial arts!

Astoria looked confused, unable to help at all.

Today's class was hectic, and Hagrid's mood for class recovered a bit.

I will also apply some ointment to my face to make my face look less miserable.

He even offered to bring him to class, but John refused.

Sugo's size isn't suitable for class.

By the end of the lesson, John saw Basil wandering around Hagrid's hut.

Despite hiding in a tree, Basil is easier to find than the Golden Snitch for a talented Seeker.

Harry complained to Hermione, "Look, Basil is here again. ”

Hermione found John and said helplessly, "John, can you let Basil go back." ”

Although he knew that Basil and Hedwig were not going to deal with each other, John didn't expect Basil to block the door.

With two calls, Basil flew to John's arm and landed.

"Can you please stop hitting Hedwig." Ron yelled at Basil, "You're going to kill it." ”

Basil glanced at the angry Ron, tilting his head as if he didn't understand.

Ron said ghostly, "Don't pretend you don't understand. ”

I can't pretend anymore, and Basil doesn't pretend anymore.

Leaving Harry and Ron with a back, it flies to Hagrid's cabin and lands.

Basil: Hedwig, I'm going to beat it up, no one can do it!

An angry Ron picked up a rock and threw it at it, which was flapped back by Basil and Harry was smashed in the head.

John held out his hand to Hermione, signaling that he couldn't handle it.

He left with Malfoy, leaving Harry to tell Hagrid to protect Hedwig.

As he spoke, Harry looked up and stole a glance at Basil.

Basil was sharpening his claws on Hagrid's roof, one of which left deep scratches on the wood.

"This snowy owl doesn't feel right." Not to mention Harry, even Ron could see that something was wrong.

They all felt that their scalps were numb, and they were grabbed by Basil, and it was estimated that the stones were going to be broken.

They don't know how John raised his pets so abnormally.

...

Harry returned to the Gryffindor common room with his worries about Hedwig.

His forehead ached again, and he had to press the scar against the cold windowpane beside the bed.

The cold sensation made his scar less painful, and he hummed comfortably.

Lying on the bed, he closed his eyes and quickly fell asleep.

He dreamed that Basil was beating Hedwig with his wings, and he tried to stop it, but Basil suddenly became so big that he ate himself in one gulp.

The scene before him changed to an ancient and elegant room.

As if there was no money to pay for electricity, the room was so dim that only a candle could be seen.

"Looks like I was fooled." Harry was surprised to hear himself make a sound, a high-pitched and cold voice.

"Master, I beg your forgiveness." A black-robed man knelt on the ground.

The trembling body kept the candlelight flickering on the body.

It was still the same high-pitched voice that came from Harry's uncontrollable mouth, "I don't blame you, Luke Wood. ”

He rose from his plush dark velvet chair and walked over to the cowering man, gazing at him from a downward angle.

Harry noticed a man with white blonde hair standing respectfully on the other side of the dim candlelight.

"Is your intelligence reliable, Luke Wood?" The voice was dangerous, and Harry felt like he wanted to kill the man, "You should know that I don't want to be deceived. ”

"Reliable, master, I—I've worked at the Ministry of Magic after all." The man was even more scared.

The owner of the voice turned, his gaze fell on the white-blonde haired man, and called, "Lucius." ”

"Master." Stepping out of the darkness a little so that the face could be seen, Harry's pupils constricted, and he recognized the man. 33

Lucius said respectfully, "I tried to control Bald, but he resisted my Imperius Curse. ”

The master's gaze shifted back to the man on the ground, and Luke Wood said in horror, "There's no way Bode can take it, master, he knows he can't." ”

"Stand up, Luke Wood." The voice softened a little, making the man thankful.

"We need a fresh start now, Voldemort thanks you, Luke Wood."

A sharp, cold voice said, "I still need your help, I need all the information you can provide." ”

Lukewood was pardoned and pledged his loyalty.

"Call Avery in."

By the time Lukewood left, there were only two people left in the room.

Harry found his gaze on Lucius and said, "How is Bellatrix?" ”

"Narcissa is taking care of her, master, she is very badly injured." Lucius said with difficulty, "She has many magical wounds on her body. ”

"Dumbledore played us tricks."

"Dumbledore?" The master walked up, "It's not him." ”

Facing the wall, Harry spotted a mirror hanging in the shadows.

A face whiter than a skeleton, with two slits in the pupils in the red eyes.

"It's another man, Lucius."

The words fell, and Harry finally knew who his current role was.

"No ——!" He screamed in horror.

"What?"

A voice rang out from the side, and Harry was tangled in the curtain, and he could feel someone scrambling against him.

"Can you please stop moving like a madman?" Ron's voice rang out, "I'm going to get you out!" ”

It was finally time to tear the curtain open, and Harry breathed greedily for air.

There was no third dream this time, but it scared him even more.

It's no longer that door, but directly into Voldemort.

After breathing, his forehead felt like it was on fire.

Trembling, Harry sat back on the bed.

He recalled what he had seen, and Ron looked at his buddy worriedly.

"I'm the mystery man."

Harry gasped as he remembered the two men he had seen in his dream.

"Malfoy's dad is too."

"Malfoy?" Ron felt incredible.

Malfoy's attitude, after all.

But when I think about it, I feel that there is nothing wrong.

Lucius Malfoy was a member of the Death Eaters.

Harry recounted what he had dreamed about, including the mention of Bode at the time.

Dean and Seamus walked around the room loudly, undressing and getting ready for bed.

"Harry," Ron said nervously, "you must tell ......"

"I can't tell anyone," Harry knew what he was going to say, and said firmly, "if I knew Occlumency, I wouldn't have seen these things. ”

"They want me to learn not to let this stuff in."

Of course Ron knew who 'they' were.

It wasn't until the next day that they told Hermione what had happened.

Hermione was far smarter than the two of them, and from the details, she found out more.

"Stoic, Podmore," Hermione gasped, "remember what he was arrested for?" It was Lucius Malfoy who also attacked him, the cloak of invisibility, maybe he was guarding the doorway, Malfoy found him and took his soul away. ”

Hermione looked at Harry, who had expected to get an analysis or a compliment.

But Hermione suddenly said, "But you shouldn't see that, Harry. ”

Harry was taken aback, "What? ”

Hermione was like a stern mother, saying, "You should learn not to let this stuff get into your head." ”

Harry also wanted to quibble, like he would be able to get more information, like this one.

"I think there's a way to make you forget what you're seeing," Hermione said sternly and firmly, "and you're going to have to work hard to learn Occlumency." ”

Harry was very depressed, he had done a good deed.

But in Hermione's mouth, it seemed as if something might happen to her at any moment.

...

Some people died, but not completely......