"Yes!" Harry was lying on the grass like Ron.

"Alright, Hermione, it's a rare holiday, so don't think about those things anymore." Anthony and Hermione, Harry, and Ron sat in a circle leisurely, lying on the ground with four small diagonal corners, and the sound of the wind and the river was in their ears.

In the distance, the Weasley Twins and Jordan, who don't know where they came from, were holding a long wooden stick and picking off a huge squid on the surface of the lake.

Rumor has it that the squid was Animagus of Gryffindor, who did not die, but had guarded Hogwarts for thousands of years in the form of a squid.

Anthony, for the most part, is unbelieving. Because if he had been a Gryffindor, he would have killed those three cheap little wizards with a single tentacle.

In the afternoon, Anthony and Ron were forced by Hermione to Hagrid's hut to take care of the magical beasts that had been plagued by Shylock.

I was busy until dark and then returned to the castle. After dinner, everyone dispersed and went back to the dormitory to sleep.

- Nightfall. Quiet, lonely, depressing, and a little nervous. Anthony had another strange dream.

He had always dreamed, but most of them were intermittent fragments, and it was difficult to connect them into a logical story.

The content is also mostly Harry, Ron, Hermione, the so-called day and night thinking. But this time it's different, this time, the picture is so clear.

He seemed to be dreaming and saw Harry, surrounded by one that was raining... It's raining heavily. Harry stood on the side of a road with no end in sight.

What are you waiting for... After a long time, a train carrying the coffin slowly passed by him.

On each wooden coffin, there is a moving photograph. Anthony hadn't had time to look at the photos yet.

Suddenly, a loud groan, like the whispers of countless people, sounded, and the whole picture swirled, and in a flash, the rain stopped and the wind stopped.

Harry on the road walked into a room. The moment the door opened, countless people crowded out, James and Lily holding the cake they had made with Mrs. Weasley, Sirius and Lupin embracing him into their arms, and George and Fred lighting fireworks.

Hermione and Ron rushed over and gave him a big hug, everyone beaming with smiles. If Anthony can not care, their eyes without pupils, and their rotten bodies, then this scene can indeed be called warm.

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"Harry, run!"

"Huhu~". Eight Yi suddenly, he opened his eyes suddenly, covered in cold sweat. Outside the window, it was already bright, and the morning light was slightly dewed.

The gentle drizzle of scenery did not suppress the fear in his heart at all, as Harry's heart-rending screams still lingered in his ears.

Anthony subconsciously took out Grindelwald's skeletal hookah from the cabinet next to the bed. After a puff of smoke.

That terrifying scene clearly appeared in front of me. Every face, every maggot on the rotting flesh, was unreservedly displayed in the air.

"Merlin's beard! What is that? Suddenly, Ron's exclamation rang out in Anthony's ears.

Hearing this, he quickly turned his head, and when he found that Harry was still asleep, he couldn't help but relax his heart.

"Stop!" A golden light struck the smoke, and the image of the skeleton hookah vanished.

After doing this, Anthony turned around and said lightly, "It's nothing, it's just a nightmare from last night, don't tell Harry about the scene just now." ”

"Okay, it's time to get up and eat." With Ron's questioning eyes, Anthony began to wash without changing his face.

Then, holding the skeleton hookah, he flew out of the dormitory. Leaving Ron with a puzzled face. Anthony didn't go far, and after leaving the Gryffindor common room, he casually found a no-man's corner, picked up the skeleton hookah again, took a deep breath and exhaled it, and the steam-like smoke came in.

The horrific picture resurfaced. This time, Anthony, who had stabilized his mind, directly skipped those terrifying and disgusting illusions, his eyes went directly through the smoke, and he saw a stone hidden in the depths of the smoke, emitting a strange red light.

"Philosopher's Stone?" He recognized at a glance the stone that he would not forget if he looked at it. And when he saw the appearance of the stone clearly, silk threads suddenly appeared from the smoke.

One end was tied to the Philosopher's Stone, and the other was tied to the ankle of every dreaded, Harry's loved one.

"Yin corpse?" Anthony looked at the familiar faces in shock.

"But, how so?" How much the manipulated flesh resembled that, the dark magic used by Lord Voldemort to protect the Horcruxes.

However, the Yin Corpse is not like this! The corpse that has been made into a yin corpse will have atrophied muscles all over the body, and it is impossible for hair and the like to exist, if you insist on finding an image, it will definitely grunt.

"It's... What the hell is going on? "What is the conspiracy of Jin Cangshui? But didn't Dumbledore say that she had already left England?

Or is it just a nightmare, none of this is true. He couldn't figure it all out.

Anthony's palms clenched the skull hookah, his head scrambled. Eventually, he slipped the skeletal hookah back into his pocket.

Turn and walk in the direction of the stairs. He plans to go to the school library to look up materials. Go to the forbidden book section and look for information about the 'Yin Corpse' in the dusty books.

The week after. It was also the last week of the semester, and Anthony was in the library, borrowing the Cloak of Invisibility from Harry.

Every afternoon and night, I would run to the forbidden book area. However, if you really want to find it, a person, in just a few days, is too powerless to face thousands or even thousands of books.

Although he also found books about the Yin Corps, and even the making of the Yin Corps, he still did not find the slightest information about the 'Living Yin Corps'.

And as time slowly passed, the sound of approaching summer vacation was getting closer and closer, and Anthony had to give up this meaningless search.

———— last Sunday in June. It was the last day of the school year. Early in the morning, the professors sent the test results of each subject to each of the little wizards through the owl.

The moment they saw the results, except for Hermione, the other three little wizards were all surprised. Because their written test scores are not as low as they imagined, but they are excellent.

Hermione, of course, was the undisputed number one in her grade. Unexpectedly, Anthony actually got the second best grade in the whole grade, thanks to his exaggerated scores in practical subjects such as magic and transformation, which wiped out the written test score.

In short, you don't have to worry anymore. Year 1 has come to a successful conclusion.