At night, Owen had a dream.

In his dream, he saw Charon smiling gloomily at him, and then little by little he tore off his disguise, and his flesh fell to the ground, blood splattering.

The result was an indescribable, disgusting, slug-like creature.

Then, a human face grew from the top of the slug's head.

Owen couldn't make out the figure, but it was definitely familiar.

After careful identification, it was discovered that it was Voldemort's bald head.

Then the slugs exploded, and the blood mist flew like rain, dyeing his entire body red.

And in the corpse of the slug, a woman slowly crawled out, with long silver hair and turquoise eyes, leaning over, stretching out her hands, and walking towards him step by step.

"Owen—"

"Owen—" shouted.

Subconsciously, he began to retreat.

Though he didn't want to admit it, the monster had his mother's face.

"Stop!"

Owen in the dream roared loudly.

But he wasn't saying it to the monster, although the moment he shouted, the young woman seemed to be deflated, and turned into a skinny posture, the whole person looked like a moving skeleton, and her silver hair fell off little by little, and her eyes were missing pupils.

"Stop!" He shouted again.

Owen's Occlumency, began to work spontaneously.

Consciousness gradually became clearer.

Yes, he was making this dream stop.

That's the power of the magic of Occlumency, it can completely control your mind, and if you practice this magic, you won't dream anymore. Because your whole mind is subject to ego.

But this time, the dream did not collapse directly, but continued to change, and then, one person, the people he was familiar with, Grindelwald, Dumbledore, Hermione, Harry, etc., appeared in turn, like a matryoshka doll, one died and the other was rescued.

But the same thing is that in his dreams, everyone is ugly, as if the most evil soul has been stuffed into the body of someone he knows.

Someone is torturing him, using his relatives, lovers, friends as weapons.

And the other side.

The same eerie dreams were rising in Harry's head.

He flew and glided in the dark night sky until he reached a tower in the middle of the ocean.

The wind was blowing wildly on Harry's face, and he flew lower and lower until he landed on the top of the tower.

Then, his gaze, as if it were hanging on someone, began to move, pressing down the black marble aisle. Step by step.

Then he seemed to be in a room somewhere.

The room was overgrown with some sort of grayish-black, fist-sized clump of plants with well-developed roots.

The perspective continued to advance, and his gaze finally appeared on a few pieces of furniture.

On the black chair, there sat a man with a grim face.

"Oh! Master, I didn't notice." The man got up the moment he saw Harry.

Bending over, he gave up his position and obediently stepped aside.

"The elven invasion plan failed?" Harry let out a cold, cruel voice, "Those fools."

"That's what we're going to do—"

"Our plan is foolproof, master." The man said slowly, "No one will notice us, not even Dumbledore."

"Alright." Harry continued in a cold, piercing voice, "But I should probably warn you that I can't tolerate making mistakes again, you know how important the next plan will be if you mess up."

"No, master." The man hurriedly crawled to the ground, facing the ground.

'Harry'

ot; A hand was stretched out, and it looked like some kind of flesh and blood were put together, and even some kind of crimson juice dripped from the man's shoulder. "How's things going in North America?" His tone suddenly became calm, filled with a sense of slowness and logic.

But the prostrate man did not show any disrespectful movements because of the change in his voice, "The fairy herald has approached us, the plan is steadily being implemented, we will soon get what we want, in addition, our chess pieces in the Ministry of Magic are also developing rapidly, no one can refuse that power, and now there are many people in the Ministry of Magic who want to join us."

"Really?" The cold voice added, "It seems that everything is going for the better."

As he spoke, the figure suddenly walked among the plants, then plucked one, crushed it, and sucked into the wreckage.

"What a wonderful death!"

Then a strange force surged through him, and Harry's scar suddenly burned and hurt, followed by a piercing pain, as if every nerve was on fire.

The next second, he opened his eyes suddenly, and found himself still lying on a comfortable, soft four-poster bed.

Harry covered his face, his scar still burning and hurting, and it hurt his tears.

The pain was real, not a dream.

He curled up in a ball, and after a long time, when the pain in his forehead was gone, Harry gasped and came back to life.

"Just—"

Although he hadn't seen the man's face the whole time, Harry had a hunch, a tacit understanding, that he seemed to be the man.

He is engaged in several evil plans.

"Damn it." He muttered and got out of bed.

In the darkness, Harry fumbled to put his glasses on and look at the clock on the wall, it was just after five in the morning.

On the four-poster bed next to him, Ron was hooded, snoring faintly under the covers, and his clothes were thrown on the floor.

On the other side, Neville, Dean Thomas, and Seamus Finigan didn't move at all, and were immersed in their respective dreams.

Suddenly, a ridiculous feeling came to Harry's heart, it was as if he had just turned into Voldemort, witnessing his evil plan, and this was the first time in more than a year since last year that he had been scarred and painful.

The time span was so long that he forgot that his scars hurt.

And what about his roommates?

But he lay peacefully in bed and slept, without any reaction at all.

"Whew-" Harry gasped and wrapped his robes over to the window.

The castle was dark outside, and although the snow had finally stopped for two months, Harry would rather it continue to fall.

At least it was snowing in the dark, which was better than watching the two of them in the dark.

He rubbed his scars, not sleepy at all.

He wondered if he was going to tell Dumbledore about his scars?

Or is it Owen?

He knows so much, and he will definitely bring himself a different way of thinking.

Harry thought so, and leaned against the window, quietly waiting for the day.

Early the next morning.

There was a sudden commotion in the dormitory.

The sound of chirping, accompanied by shouts of disbelief, woke Owen who was wrestling with Nightmare in bed.

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Someone woke up slowly, and when he moved slightly, he found that his body bones hurt everywhere, as if his body had secretly run 10,000 meters on his back last night.

"Fuck it." Owen rubbed his head, and he was in a terrible state after a night of being tormented by a nightmare that was almost ghostly pressed on the bed.

And in his ears, Justin's stupid guy is still shouting at the sky.

Immediately, he held on to the soreness of his muscles, picked up the rattan (bed curtain) next to the bed, and beat the goods severely.

Although you saved your buddy from the nightmare, and the buddy should thank you, but you disturbed the buddy's sleep, and the buddy should still be beaten.

After a hard meal.

Owen couldn't sleep, on the other hand. Obviously, his head was groggy, as if he had a bad cold, but he tossed and turned in bed for half an hour, and he was not sleepy at all.

"!"

He angrily climbed up.

A pair of gray eyes emitted a dead light, and Justin, who was directly frightened, jumped on the spot, took three steps and made two steps, and rushed out of the bedroom.

No, Owen, who was full of fire, could only plan to go to the auditorium to eat first.

Maybe people are sleepy when they are full.

On the way to the auditorium. From the moment he walked out of the dormitory, the little wizards he met had gathered in pairs to talk about something.

And when Owen came to the auditorium, the noise was even louder. Durmstrang's little wizards were in high spirits, their faces glowing red, and they shouted loudly and harshly.

Then he saw the huge torch that represented Durmstrang burning.

And this means that Krum has successfully cleared the level.

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Owen was surprised.

Then he looked over to Ilvermorny.

Sure enough, they all showed confused and anxious expressions.

Many Hogwarts wizards are also very confused.

But more often than not, there is a look of schadenfreude.

Look-you're a real dish, you can't get the first place if you cheat the information, and you're a dead person.

Except, of course, for his daily disdain for Ilvermorny.

The young wizards of Hogwarts also felt a sense of urgency.

Where did Krum get his intelligence?

It wasn't the Koyatl who told him, right?

If even he, a third party, knows the information about the game, does this mean that the other warriors know?

So why hasn't Miss Granger gone through it yet?

And Cedric?

This made them feel confused in the bottom of their hearts.

Even more worried than the young wizards of Hogwarts are the Beauxbatons.

After all, there are two Champions at Hogwarts, and no matter how you think about them, they can't be able to complete them all.

And on my own side -

Fleur has a headache.

Truth be told, when it comes to Hogwarts secrets, they don't have much advantage over wizards from other schools.

Hogwarts Castle is too big. Much larger than Beauxbatons' estate.

Even if Owen has written it explicitly, go to the ghost of the castle (Myrtle) and you will learn from the ghost how to enter the secret room. (Gandalf is seen by Myrtle when he singles out the basilisk.) ）

I couldn't find the entrance myself.

And for Owen, the hints in the golden egg are close to the limit. And the Colonel's hint is complete, there is no Hogwarts to find the entrance, and you have to know the Parseltongue to open it, because Myrtle will tell you directly the location and how to open it.

It's all like this, what else do you want?

He couldn't lead the warrior to point directly to the bathroom and say, "The entrance is there!"

I am stupid, who is to blame?

On the Hogwarts side, Cedric faced no less difficulties than Fleur.

As a Hogwarts Warrior, his hints are vague.

And even if he found the entrance to the secret room, he didn't dare to enter rashly without knowing what was inside.

Of the five warriors in the tournament, he was the least advantageous, and although there was a plug-in and referee in his own academy, he was already in the shape of the witch of Gryffindor.

The guy was spending more time with Harry than he had in the Hufflepuff common room.

Count on him, it is better to pray that he falls and finds the entrance to the secret room.

As for his dean, Sprout

The professor has suddenly become very busy in the past two days, and he has been to the professor yesterday and this morning.

But Professor Sprout wasn't in the greenhouse at all.

After asking the ghost fat friar in the lounge, he learned that the professors were discussing things in the rector's office, except for the rest at night.

It's a very important thing.

This left Cedric in despair.

This was even worse news, because if Professor Sprout didn't have time to help him, he would really be unaccompanied.

And Fleur has an advantage in this regard.

Although her ingenuity does not have the skill of reasoning.

As the most traditional type of wizard, she can't even solve a quadratic equation. The potion reasoning that Snape had left behind in the Philosopher's Stone level in her first year was enough to burn her brain.

But she is very happy that she has a good girlfriend.

Miss Granger was a strict self-discipliner, she was strict with herself, but to others, Harry who borrowed heavily from Hermione based on her weekend homework, Hermione was simply the kindest, most generous witch he had ever met.

So Fleur easily got a straightforward hint of the Chamber of Secrets from Hermione.

As for Fleur, she already knew that she had no chance of winning the tournament, and she also knew that Hermione must have seen it, otherwise even if they had a good relationship, she would not easily prompt him for the sake of school.

However, Fleur is still very grateful to Hermione for not being able to find the level and quit the game.

Such an ending is too embarrassing.

She kissed Hermione on the cheek, said many words of thanks, and then went back to get ready to make the pass.

Sure enough—on the morning of the third day. The fourth successful warrior appeared.

With the Infinity Gauntlet in hand, Fleur copes with the second level with ease and pleasure.

But that's all for another time.

For breakfast, Owen didn't have much appetite, and after simply eating four chicken legs, two bowls of pumpkin porridge, and a whole piece of meat pie, he hurriedly ended the battle.

Then just as he got up, about to go back to the bed in his dorm room to savor the meal.

Suddenly, Professor McGonagall approached in the distance.

"You don't need to say more, I know!"

Before the professor could speak, Owen nodded, indicating that he understood what he was looking for.

You don't have to guess, you know with your toes that it's Dumbledore looking for him.

Uh-huh—Professor Meow Meow is so pitiful, the vice-principal of the family, but now he has become an errand messenger.

Well-when my buddy becomes the principal in the future, I will also find a beautiful girl to be an errand runner.

On the fourth floor, at the entrance to the principal's office, after receiving the right command, the spiral staircase slowly rises, and Owen jumps up to the eighth floor.

The oak door to the principal's office was pushed open.

The people inside were all quite neat, the dean was there, and in addition to that, there was Barty Crouch, the Minister of Magic.

He was discussing something with Dumbledore.

Moody was also there, and the magic eye in the old Auror's eyes didn't stop probing the expressions of the people around him, and since the emergence of Ludo Bagman, he now looked at no one and felt that something was wrong.

In addition, there was a strange wizard by Barty Krach's side, Owen didn't know much about it, but it looked familiar, and after a while, he remembered the identity of the other party.

Hamish McFarlane, a former player for the Montrose Magpies and retired as director of the Department of Magical Sports, was a reference to Ludo Bagman.

It was he who pushed Ludo Bagman to the forefront.

Tsk - now I am in a hurry, it seems that I am really in a hurry.

"I'll send someone to investigate this, Dumbledore, we can't be enemies of Gringotts." Mr. Minister said in a deep voice with a dark face.

Owen was self-acquainted, and when he entered the office, he found a chair and stole Dumbledore's candy on his plate.

Lemon Snow Treasure – Durian flavor

After eating one, Owen silently put the yellow-orange-orange candy in his hand back down

Dinner plates.

"It's not that we're enemies of Gringotts now, it's that they're already enemies of us." Moody's crutches thumped on the ground, and the urgency in his heart was palpable.

"They are not against us." Mr. Minister glared at Moody angrily.

"Goblins are not ironclad, and not all goblins are at the behest of the kingdom."

"Besides, this matter still needs to be investigated, whether it is the Fairy Kingdom's conspiracy against wizards still needs to be evidenced."

"Forensics?" Moody smiled, "By the time you get your evidence, someone else has already invaded Lady Prim Piniel's beauty potion shop!" He said sarcastically.

It is a beauty magic shop located at 275 Diagon Alley, which is dedicated to solving the problems of witches' spots, sores, and acne.

It is a place frequented by the wives of the *** of the Ministry of Magic.

As Moody spoke, he mocked a large crowd of people, and by extension, Crouch, for his wife had died, and since the rebel son of his family had been imprisoned in Azkaban, the poor woman had been in tears all day long, and soon after, she had died of depression.

"What did you say?" Crouch rushed over, grabbed Moody by the collar, and glared at him viciously as if he was going to eat him.

"That's enough!" Dumbledore got up from his desk.

He frowned, Crouch's concern was not unreasonable, now that the economic lifeblood of the wizarding world was in the hands of the goblins.

Once the war starts, the countless years of wealth accumulated by wizards will be wiped out, and the elves will be able to open your Gringotts vault at will.

The key is just a means of authenticating the wizard, and it's not a hassle for the elves.

Besides, Crouch is right, the goblins are indeed not a piece of iron, the goblin kingdom is probably neutral towards wizards, in addition, there is an organization called the goblin brotherhood, they are hostile to wizards, of course, this is just a historical record, what is the current goblin attitude, no one knows.

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