Chapter 622

It was darkness, a darkness with a glimmer of light.

In addition to the faint blood color, I can't see anything in front of me. This feeling is like being under a piece of brilliance, but closing your eyes. In the field of vision, there is only the hazy red and black brought by the light penetrating the eyelids.

Harry didn't know where he was, and he couldn't tell whether what he saw was a dream or a reality, a reality or an illusion.

He seemed to open his eyelids and see where he was. But the eyelids were as heavy as lead, sluggish and powerless, and could not be separated even a minute and a half.

"Where is this... Warm or cold? Day or night?"

He doesn't know. He doesn't know anything. He just felt that his whole body seemed to be shrouded in a majestic force, and some heartfelt pain was steaming all over him, just like being burned by the dark fire in hell.

It was an irresistible pain, so that he could only maintain his curled body and bear it silently, hoping that this endless torture could usher in its final period at some time.

In the endless pain, time is like a meaningless concept. I don't know how long it has been, maybe seconds, minutes, hours... Or years? In short, at a certain moment, he seemed to hear a slight sound of footsteps from far to near, step by step, calm, relaxed, relaxed, and walked lightly in front of him.

"Who is it? Who's there? Help me..."

Harry shouted silently in his heart, but he couldn't even move the corners of his mouth. How could he open his mouth and try to communicate with others? However, he could feel that the other party seemed to squat down in front of him, and a real look was staring at him.

"Who is that? Who is it?" he endured pain and anxiety and said in his heart, "no, who are you? Just help me... Help me..."

"I don't think you need someone else to save..." just when Harry almost gave up shouting, the other party seemed to finally hear his voice and responded, "just like 'he', sometimes it can only be himself."

The voice echoed in Harry's ear, sometimes very far, sometimes very close, but it made him feel a subtle sense of familiarity.

"What, what do you mean? Who the hell are you? You..."

"Who am I? Is it important to you?" the other party gently interrupted him, with a gentle and leisurely tone. "I'm just an insignificant passer-by to you. I have more important things to do, and you... Child, of course you are the same..."

While saying these unimportant words, the other party stood up slowly again, as if it was about to step forward. Harry had a hunch that if he missed the other party at the moment, he might never meet again in the future.

"Wait!" he shouted in his heart. "Please tell me what I should do? How can I leave this place?"

Under Harry's strong cry, the man seemed to pause. He didn't know whether the other party looked back for a moment, and whether the other party would say anything.

After a moment, in Harry's silent wait, the voice rang again.

"... life is like an exam. The answers are always in books, aren't they?"

The other party only left such a sentence, and then continued to take his next step, moving forward step by step without hesitation, gradually far away from him.

"Exam? What? I -"

Harry yelled violently, but after a few cries, he was stunned to find that he had sat up. As for the last words just now, they really ran out of his mouth.

He was shocked and suddenly opened his eyes.

Hazy curtains, dark rooms, and soft mattresses sitting under your hips - isn't this your own bedroom? Just opposite his bed, Ron was vaguely pulling his face out of the pillow, looking blankly here, and there was even a glimmer of glittering saliva around his mouth.

"Harry..." Ron mumbled vaguely. "I asked you to pass the answer just now, but why didn't you pay attention to me? Well... If our seats are close enough next time, remember to show me the answer..."

"Oh, I see. I'll give it to you -"

Harry pulled at the collar of his nightgown and found that he felt as if he had been blistered, and every inch of his skin was a sticky cold sweat. After hearing Ron's sleepy dream, he was not interested in paying more attention, but just perfunctory.

"Well, thank you... Then I'll go to the examination room."

Ron said this with his eyes half open, then retracted into the quilt again, gave a slap on his mouth and went to sleep. It seems that he is going to go back to his dream and take his o.w.ls simulation test!

Harry didn't care about Ron any more. He just put his hand over his forehead and froze.

The lightning shaped scar that has been with him since he was a child is still aching. The unspeakable sting was similar to the pain in the dream just now. It was like reminding him that it was not an ordinary nightmare without reason.

"... does this have anything to do with Voldemort?"

Harry stroked the scar on his forehead, and the touch from his fingertips was as greasy and disgusting as he had felt in his childhood.

After thinking aimlessly for a moment, he once again used brain closure to isolate his consciousness. He was only a little relieved when the tingling feeling slowly faded with the isolation.

At least, in addition to the palpitation, the magic given by Maka to herself is still useful.

After some concentration, Harry put down his hand covering the scar, frowned and recalled the conversations Professor Dumbledore had discussed with him about such nightmares in the past. Although time has passed for a long time, he can vaguely remember that Dumbledore once said to him that everything in the dream is likely to be true.

Perhaps, while he dreamed of those scenes, the scene was also being staged somewhere in the world. The protagonist of that event is likely to be Voldemort himself.

Now, Voldemort has been defeated by Maka - at that time, the bodies by Hogwarts vestibular Lake were published in the newspaper, which obviously can't be fake.

According to Marca's conjecture in the St. Mungo ward after that, Voldemort did not really die. This seems to confirm each other with the nightmare just now.

But in that case, where is Voldemort now?

Of course, there was the unknown person who later claimed to be a "passer-by", who left again after saying something incomprehensible to himself... Or Voldemort. Who the hell is that man? Is it an enemy or a friend? He really doesn't have a clue.

After some wild speculation, Harry took a deep breath, then opened the curtain on the bed and touched his glasses on the bedside table.

It's not dawn yet, but he really doesn't have the heart to continue to sleep. After a casual change of clothes, Harry gently walked out of the bedroom and sat down against the window in the common room outside.

The temperature was still a little low before dawn, but he didn't want to light the fireplace at all. The cool air can make his brain more sober. Even if he thinks about it, he can't get any reliable answer, but it's better than nothing.

As the moon set and the sun rose, the darkness of the night was dissipated by the sunrise in the East. Harry sat quietly waiting for the beginning of another day.

"Harry?"

As expected, Hermione was still the first to get up after him.

"Good morning, Hermione." Harry looked back and whispered, "I remember you said that your parents are dentists? Do doctors pay attention to cultivating good habits?"

"What are you talking about?" Hermione looked at him hesitantly and asked after a while. "Since she woke up so early, why don't you hurry up and review more? You know, your history of magic is still hovering on the pass line!"

"Oh, please forgive me now..." Harry shook his head with a bitter smile, but found that Hermione's daily words reassured him a lot. "Well, actually... I think I should discuss something with you."

Hermione walked to the armchair in front of him with her schoolbag and sat down, waving her hand carelessly.

"If it's a matter of reducing the amount of review, it's not negotiable!" she said. "I'm good for you! If you don't want to fail in the o.w.ls exam, just do it according to my arrangement -"

"No, not this..." Harry covered his face and said helplessly, "can you put aside the exam first? I really have a very important thing... Remember? I had several nightmares before... About Voldemort!"

"What?" Hermione paused as she was taking out her book. "You have another nightmare? Where's your brain closure? What do you see in your dreams?"

Normally, Harry's ability to spy on Voldemort in his dreams can play a great role in finding where Voldemort is. But for Harry himself, there is likely to be some unknown harm. As Harry's good friend, Hermione would rather Harry close his consciousness to block the connection between him and Voldemort.

But now that he had that dream again, Hermione naturally subconsciously had the idea of using it to find out.