The Strongest Badger at Hogwarts

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Ron's voice was actually not loud, but to Harry's ears at this moment, it exploded in his ears like thunder, and his brain was so shocked that he felt a little dazed.

He covered his ears in pain and buried his head deeply in his knees.

And Ron at the door was obviously not aware of all this, he continued to complain as he walked towards Harry:

"I really regret being this prefect, really, it's not showing off. You don't know how busy we are! We spent the whole morning decorating and decorating the castle, and the goddamn Peeves is always making trouble! I'll hang a streamer, Peeves Skin Ghost grabbed the other end and tried to strangle me to death!

And those lower grades staying at school, they are so naughty, I dare say we were definitely not so presumptuous in the first grade.

oh oh! I'm going to walk the corridors with Filch, too, because that guy with the shit in his head thinks there might be more fights at the festival!

Damn it! Uh... Harry, what's wrong with you? "

"I...I'm fine, I'm sick." Harry didn't hear what Ron said after that, curled up and waved his hands, "You go to eat first, I may need to go back to sleep."

"Do you want me to help you back to the bedroom?"

"No, no need."

Ron looked at Harry worriedly when he heard the words, and after a long time he said:

"Then you rest here for a while, I will finish your lunch as quickly as possible and bring some up for you, and then go to the infirmary to ask Madam Pomfrey for some tranquilizers, which may help you .”

Harry didn't say a word, Ron could only sigh and left the Gryffindor common room.

As they walked, Harry could hear him continuing to complain about Hermione's obsession with the D.A. Army and leaving him with too much prefect work.

Click——

Channel closed.

The entire living room became silent again.

Only the bonfire in the fireplace was still making a nice crackling sound.

Harry climbed out of the soft chair with difficulty,

The whole person lay on the carpet, and tried to bake with his forehead pointed at the fire.

Doing so is actually not very comfortable, and over time it will cause his forehead to be burned and even his hair to be burnt.

But compared to the pain inside his brain, this external injury is a relief measure that can be used to divert attention.

that's it.

Under the roasting of the flames, the heart-piercing pain was finally suppressed bit by bit.

Harry gradually relaxed.

Then, the dream came again...

This is really a very weird and bizarre dream.

Harry dreamed that he was back in the Room of Requirement at the D.A. meeting again.

He'd been hanging some Christmas balloons in the shape of Dobby's head in it for a while - something Hermione had been muttering about telling him to do.

After a while, they were practicing disarming spells with each other.

Everything is beautiful, because the person who hangs balloons and practices magic spells with him is Qiu Zhang.

Cho Chang is always so pretty.

In the dream, she seemed to be covered with a layer of shining light, her soft smile, her long black hair that was as lustrous and flowing as silk...

Qiu Zhang once again deftly dodged his disarming spell.

During the action, the long hair danced, and a pleasant fragrance spread over the surface.

Harry couldn't help taking a deep breath, but just as he was intoxicated, a pair of powerful hands grabbed his neck.

It's Cedric.

He was yelling something angrily.

There was also the sound of a woman crying faintly in the air.

Judging from the voice, it seemed to belong to Qiu Zhang.

Harry frantically defended himself, but the next moment Cedric disappeared, replaced by Link.

Link just looked at him from a distance, without any expression on his face, but his eyes showed coldness and contempt, as if accusing him of doing such a dirty thing.

Harry was in a terrible pain.

He ran frantically, trying to catch up with Link and tell him that things were not like this.

However, no matter how he ran, the distance between them did not change at all.

The dream has changed...

He became strong and tall, walking slowly in a stone corridor.

The surrounding light is very dark, but he can see the light of the surrounding objects, some strange and vivid colors... He turned his head... At a glance, it was a wide square... Dozens of figures were there non-stop Flickering... There are constantly colorful lights flashing from the crowd...

Harry took a deep breath...he tasted the smell in the air...

Burnt smell, fishy smell, a few familiar but indistinguishable smells, and... the smell of death...

A longing rose in Harry.

He longs to step forward and join the fight... longs for blood...

Under the influence of this impulsive trend, he instinctively quickened his pace.

The distance between the two sides is getting closer and closer...

But at a certain moment, Harry suddenly froze.

Because he was shocked to find that among the fighting figures, there seemed to be a figure he was very familiar with...

That's... Sirius...

Harry fixed his eyes and took a closer look.

This time I finally see clearly.

Not just Sirius.

And Hagrid, Lupine, Moody...

call--

A gust of wind passed over Harry's head.

Harry wanted to lower his gaze, but before he could move, his arm raised itself.

A pale claw like a claw came into his eyes.

Harry couldn't believe what he was seeing.

He can guarantee that it is definitely not his hand!

It's just that he has no time to think.

Because there was still a magic wand in that hand, and the tip of the wand was aimed at Sirius and the others in the distance.

"Avada Kedavra!"

boom--

A cold, ominous green light occupied Harry's entire vision.

Harry felt a terrible pain in his forehead... as if it was going to explode...

"Harry! Harry!"

He opened his eyes, soaked in cold sweat, and the sheets were wrapped around him like tights. He felt as if a hot poker had been stuck in his forehead.

"Harry!

Ron stood by his bed, screaming in concern, as if terrified.

There were still a few figures at the foot of the bed, Harry had no time to distinguish their identities, he held his head tightly, his eyes turned black from the pain, and finally rolled to the side of the bed and vomited.

"Call Madam Pomfrey and Professor McGonagall!" Hermione's anxious voice sounded, "My God! He's very sick! Harry! Harry! Hold on!"

Harry's vision was still blurry with pain, but what happened in the dream was so important!

He pushed himself off the bed gasping for breath, ordering himself not to throw up.

"Sirius, Sirius..." Harry gasped, "them, something happened to them!"

"what?"

Ron obviously didn't understand, and blinked his eyes in confusion.

Harry continued:

"They are under siege, and the situation is critical!"

"Hey! Harry," Hermione also leaned over, comforting softly, "You... you're just dreaming..."

"No!" said Harry furiously, "it wasn't a dream...not a normal dream...I was there, I saw it...it was Voldemort...he used the Killing Curse...that's what he used to kill That spell my parents had..."

Harry wanted to continue talking, but at this moment there were hurried footsteps outside.

After a while, a glass test tube was brought to his mouth.

Harry's throat felt as if it had been burned, and he turned his head away instinctively, but the man pinched his nose abruptly, and then poured the potion into the test tube.

A strange coolness accompanied by a strange smell of medicine rippling in Harry's cavity.

Then it melted into the blood along his esophagus and spread all over the body.

The sudden coolness drowned out the pain, made Harry's vision much clearer, and made Harry groan comfortably.

It wasn't until this moment that he realized in astonishment that his position had changed from the carpet in the Gryffindor common room to a bed in the infirmary.

Madam Pomfrey was closing his eyelids with a serious face, holding an empty test tube in her hand.

Behind her was Professor McGonagall in a tartan dressing gown.

"It should be fine, but the body is relatively weak, and I can only eat some light and digestible food for the time being."

Madam Pomfrey let go of his eyelids and said.

As soon as the words fell, Ron and Hermione rushed forward and hugged Harry.

Ron choked up and said:

"Harry! You've been asleep for 3 days! Worrying about us!"

Harry was startled when he heard the words, looked at the bright sunlight outside the window, and immediately began to tease Ron and Hermione.

He hasn't forgotten the important thing in his dream.

But he was too weak, and Hermione and Ron hugged too hard...

Fortunately, Professor McGonagall came up to help.

She pulled Ron up by the ear, pulled Hermione away, and said to Harry with a serious face:

"How are you feeling now, Potter?"

"Professor McGonagall, Sirius...I saw it..." Harry weakly reached out and grabbed Professor McGonagall's clothes, "They were besieged by Death Eaters, Voldemort even used the Killing Curse, and some people died! "

As soon as this remark came out, the rest of the people at the end of the bed all let out a burst of exclamation.

Professor McGonagall glanced back at them, frowned and asked again:

"What, what did you see?"

"I don't know... I was sleeping and then I got there..."

"You mean you dreamed it?"

"Yes! No!" Harry said irritably, "I mean, that was indeed my dream, but I can assure you that it is real, and that feeling is so real!"

Professor McGonagall looked at him through his askew glasses, as if seeing something horrible, but Harry always had the feeling that he was staring at the scar on his forehead.

"I'm not lying, and I'm not crazy!" Harry cried. "I'm telling you, I saw it with my own eyes!"

"I trust you, Potter," said Professor McGonagall dryly. "Put on your clothes—we'll see the Headmaster."

Professor McGonagall acted vigorously and asked Madam Pomfrey to pour some recovery potions into Harry, and then pushed Neville, Dean, Seamus and others who stood beside him silently, allowing Hermione and Ron to help him Looking at Harry, he walked straight out of the ward.

A few minutes later, they stood at the entrance to Dumbledore's office.

"Zizi Honey Honey Candy!"

Professor McGonagall said with a blank face.

The stone monster guarding the entrance came to life and jumped to the side. The wall behind it split in two, revealing a stone ladder that kept going up.

Several people climbed the stairs with difficulty, and after passing through a shiny oak door, Dumbledore finally appeared in front of them.

Dumbledore just sat quietly on the high-backed chair behind his desk, wisps of bright and dazzling sunlight fell from the French windows behind him, illuminating the documents in front of him.

He was wearing the very familiar purple-backed gold-inlaid robe, and his long white beard was tied into a cluster with a gold silk rope. He looked very energetic, and his sharp blue eyes were fixed on Professor McGonagall.

"Professor Dumbledore, Potter is awake, but he said that he..." Professor McGonagall organized his words for a while, "He seems to have had a long precognitive dream just now."

Dumbledore's eyes fell on Harry again.

This made Harry very stressed.

He clenched his fists so that his hands would not tremble, and then stammered and recounted everything he saw in the dream.

After he finished speaking, these words seemed to echo in the air, a little absurd, even ridiculous.

He could hear the previous headmasters on the walls around him, whispering and laughing at him.

Even Phoenix Fox, who was cleaning the feathers on the side shelf, stopped and stared at him.

All this annoyed him immensely.

He also glared at Dumbledore fiercely in revenge, but Professor McGonagall's reprimand quickly made him lower his head unwillingly.

After a long time, Dumbledore sighed and said to Harry:

"How did you see it?"

"Um... I don't know," Harry said angrily, looking up, "in my head..."

"You've misunderstood," said Dumbledore. "I mean, do you remember what perspective you saw it from? Were you standing next to Black and the others, or were you looking down from above? "

Hearing this, Harry's body trembled.

He stared blankly at Dumbledore, finally gritted his teeth and said:

"I'm the one who used the Death Curse on Sirius and the others. I saw it from that person's first perspective. Although I didn't see that person's face clearly, I know that that person is Voldemort!"

There was silence in the office.

The portraits on the wall all fell silent, and Ron and Hermione turned pale with fright at these remarks.

Harry looked at Dumbledore in confusion.

He was very annoyed that everyone didn't believe him, but at the same time he hoped that Dumbledore could tell him that all this was just a dream, because at least it would prove that Sirius and the others hadn't suffered any misfortune.

But after a long wait, Dumbledore said with some pain:

"I'm sorry, Harry. Although I don't know why you had such a dream, it's all true. Just yesterday, Moody and others were ambushed by Death Eaters and Voldemort during their operation..."

"That..." Harry interrupted, "Are Sirius and Lupine all right?"

Dumbledore fell silent again.

He just looked at Harry quietly, and the pain on his face became more and more intense.

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