Chapter 895 Nightmare

Back upstairs, they took off their robes and quietly changed into their pajamas; by this time, Thomas, Seamus and Neville had already fallen asleep.

Fan Lin carefully went to the innermost bed, took off his clothes, lay down on it, and put down the curtains around the bed.

Fan Lin liked this feeling very much. It made him feel very relieved. He stretched out his hand a little and a faint blue light flashed above the bed.

Harry placed his glasses on the bedside table and climbed into bed. Harry did not lower the curtains surrounding his four-poster bed; instead, he stared at the starlit sky through the window next to Neville's bed.

If he had known at this time last night that he would kiss Qiu Zhang within 4 hours, maybe...

"Goodnight," Ron muttered, his voice coming from somewhere to the right.

"Good night!" Fan Lin also said, but the light inside the tent did not go out.

"Good night," Harry said, but the memories were still running through his mind.

Maybe next time. If there is a next time. She will be happier. He should have asked her; she might have been expecting it and was now angry with him. Or was she lying in bed, still crying over Cedric?

He didn't know what to think. Hermione's explanation made things even more complicated and difficult to understand.

In fact, what ideas can three boys come up with when they come together? Maybe Hermione is more correct?

Anyway, Harry's thoughts are more inclined to Hermione, but what's the use, you understand...

Tossing and turning, the girl was thinking about something. In any case, this would be more useful than divination. Maybe he should ask Qiu out alone, or...

In the night, an owl hoots somewhere. Harry dreamed that he was back in the DA's practice room. Qiu Zheng blames him for deceiving her under false pretenses; she says he promised to give her 50 Chocolate Frog cards if she showed up.

Harry protested. Autumn yelled, "Show me the pocket full of Chocolate Frog cards!" She pulled the cards out of her robe and tossed them into the air.

Then suddenly, she transformed into Hermione and said, "You did promise her, you know, Harry. I think you'd better get something else instead. How about your Firebolt?"

Harry protested that he couldn't give Cho his Firebolt because it belonged to Umbridge and the whole thing was so ridiculous that he had to go straight to the D.A. practice room and put up some Christmas little ones shaped like Dobby's head. stuff.

When he opened the door to the Room of Requirement, he felt like he was weightless. Harry felt that his body was falling continuously, as if there was no end.

Wait, he seems to have experienced this feeling somewhere, as if...

Yes, Pensieve…

But what is that?

Harry felt like he had a headache, as if his head was going to explode completely.

When the pain reached its peak, Harry felt his brain being filled with a cold feeling.

For a moment, as if someone had cast the most powerful forgetting spell, Harry felt that he had lost all perception. At this moment, everything seemed to be far away from him, including Qiu.

It was scary, but Harry didn't think it was wrong at all, it seemed like he had always been like this.

Without squinting, Harry felt like he was walking on a cold floor with black bricks and stones, as if he had seen them there.

Instinctively, Harry felt that he should take a look around, but he just stood up straight and stepped directly into the darkness with one foot.

Faintly, Harry felt some light in front of him, as if someone was walking in this space. Through the light emitted by the wand, Harry could clearly see the surroundings.

Covered with crystal balls...

Something seemed to pass, completely shrouded in a black cloak, and then he walked behind the previous person and raised his wand. The person in front turned around, and Harry instinctively wanted to scream, but the cold feeling suppressed all the fluctuations.

After the scarlet magic light passed, Harry felt abnormally relaxed physically and mentally, but this feeling was quickly suppressed, as if it was just a trivial thing.

They seemed to come just to do this...this body...

The attacker turned around and came back with a strange mask on his face. The person in front of him bowed down respectfully, and Harry saw blood spattered on the mask.

Suddenly, Harry thought he wanted to say something, but the moment he made a sound, the pain in his forehead violently erupted like a volcano that had been suppressed for a long time.

All the feelings returned to Harry's body. It felt far away, but the pain was so strong, as if a red iron was pressed against his forehead.

…

"Harry, Harry!"

Harry suddenly opened his eyes. Every inch of his body was covered in cold sweat. His body was twisted strangely, as if it was about to twist, and he felt as if someone was constantly pressing a soldering iron on his forehead...

"Harry!" Ron stood in front of him and looked at him anxiously.

Many people stood around Harry's bed. He held his head in his hands as the pain was attacking him. He tossed and turned and vomited on the edge of the bed.

"Harry, how are you?" Seeing Fan Lin sitting on Harry's bedside, one hand covering Harry's forehead, and a cold magic power was constantly soothing Harry's forehead.

But this didn't seem to be of any use. On the contrary, Fan Lin felt as if his hand was being burned on fire. Even with the protection of magic, the burning stinging sensation was still clearly transmitted.

"He's really sick," a frightened voice said. "Do we need to call someone?"

"Harry, Harry..." Ron also looked at Harry uneasily.

Harry wanted to speak, but the pain was still so strong, even though Fanlin was cooling him down, but...

I feel like my brain is burning...

Instead, he had to tell Ron. Tell him that this is important. He swallowed a few breaths. Harry endured the twisting of his stomach and tried to sit up, hoping not to vomit again. The dizzying pain surrounded him.

"Your dad," Harry gasped, his chest rising and rising, "Your dad was attacked!" "

"What?" Ron said in confusion.

"Your father was attacked. It was very serious. There was blood everywhere."

"I'm going to ask for help!" the same frightened voice said, and Harry heard footsteps and ran out of the dormitory.

"Harry, are you crazy?" Ron said vaguely, "You must be dreaming..."

"No!" Harry said angrily. Ron didn't understand that this was important. ‘This is not a dream, this is not an ordinary dream, I was there, I saw it’

He could hear Seamus and Dean muttering something but he didn't care. The pain on his forehead slowly calmed down under the stimulation of Fan Lin's cold palms, although he was still sweating and shaking.

Harry vomited again and Ron took a few steps back inconspicuously.

"Harry, you are not in good health..." Neville said weakly.

"I'm fine!" Harry choked and wiped his mouth with his pajamas, his body shaking uncontrollably. "There's nothing wrong with me! It's your father who you should be worried about - we need to find where he is - He was bleeding like crazy - I was there - someone attacked him."

He tried to get out of bed but Ron pushed him back. Dean and Seamus whispered secretly nearby.

"Fan Lin!" Harry looked back at Fan Lin, who was sitting behind him. His body was supported by Fan Lin.

"Wait a moment, Harry, I can't be sure, and you can't walk either..." Fan Lin said, "Wait until Professor McGonagall comes over, we need to see Dumbledore!"

It seemed like a minute or ten passed, as he just sat there shaking, feeling the pain slowly subside from his scar. Then there were hurried footsteps upstairs and Harry heard Neville's voice.

"Over here, Professor!" McGonagall hurriedly entered the dormitory wearing a plaid dressing gown, her glasses resting unevenly on her bony nose.

"What's wrong Potter, you're hurt somewhere."

He had never been so happy to see her.

"Professor, we need to see Dumbledore." Fanlin said, he pointed at Harry's head, and the scar on his forehead looked like it had just been cut open.

"Meet Dumbledore?" Professor McGonagall hesitated, "But you must tell me what happened."

"It's Ron's father. He was attacked." Fan Lin said quickly, while helping Harry up.

"Okay, I'll take you to see the principal." Professor McGonagall pushed up her glasses.

"Ron, come too." Fan Lin said quickly, ignoring the surprised looks of others, and directly helped Harry out. (To be continued)