Chapter 621 Invisible Dreamland

It was darkness, a gleam of darkness. ()

Except for the blood-colored mist faintly, it seems that there is nothing in front of him. This feeling is like being in a radiance, but with your eyes closed tightly, only the hazy crimson black brought by the light penetrating the eyelids in your vision.

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

He seemed to open his eyelids to see where he was. But those eyelids were as heavy as if filled with lead, stagnant and weak, and they couldn't be separated even for a fraction of a cent.

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

He didn't know, had no way of knowing anything. He just felt that his whole body seemed to be enveloped by a majestic force, and some kind of pain from the heart was constantly transpiring in his body, as if he was suffering from the fire of hell in hell.

It was an irresistible pain, so he could only maintain his curled up body to endure silently, hoping that this seemingly endless torture would come to an end at some point.

In the midst of endless suffering, time seemed like a meaningless concept. I don't know how long it took, 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, unhurried, and walked lightly in front of him.

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

Harry screamed silently in his heart, but he couldn't even move the corner of his mouth, so how could he open his mouth and try to communicate with others? However, he could more or less feel that the other party seemed to be squatting down in front of him, and he was staring at him like a real gaze.

"Who is that? Who is it?" Enduring the pain and anxiety, he secretly said in his heart, "No, anyone is fine, just help me...help me..."

"I don't think you need someone else to save you..." Just when Harry almost gave up shouting, the other party responded as if he finally heard his inner voice, "Just like 'he', he can save you." Own, and sometimes only yourself.”

The voice echoed in Harry's ears, sometimes it was far away and sometimes it seemed very close, fluctuating indefinitely, but it made him feel a subtle sense of familiarity.

"What do you mean? Who are you? You..."

"Who am I, is it important to you?" The other party interrupted him gently,

The tone was calm and unhurried, "I am just an insignificant passer-by to you. I have more important things waiting for me to do, and you... child, of course you are the same..."

While the other party was speaking these insignificant words, he slowly stood up straight again, as if he was about to step forward and move on. Harry had a hunch that if he missed the other party at this moment, he might never see him again in the future.

"Wait!" he shouted in his heart, "please tell me, what should I do? How can I get out of this place?"

Under Harry's shout, the man seemed to have paused. He didn't know if the other party looked back for a moment, and he didn't know if the other party would say anything more.

After a while, during Harry's silent wait, the voice sounded again.

"...Life is like an exam, the answer is always in the book, isn't it?"

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

"Exam? What? I—"

Harry yelled suddenly, but after yelling a few times, he was surprised to find that he had sat up. As for the last sentence just now, it actually came out of his mouth.

Shocked, he suddenly opened his eyes.

Dim curtains, dim interior, and a soft mattress sitting under his buttocks—isn't this his own bedroom? Just across from his own bed, Ron was pulling his face out of the pillow in a daze, looking at this side with a dull face, and there was even a trace of saliva hanging from the corner of his mouth.

"Harry..." Ron muttered inarticulately, "I asked you to hand in the answer just now, but why did you ignore me? Well... if we are seated close enough next time, remember to Show me the answer..."

"Oh, I see, I will give you—"

Harry tugged on the collar of his nightgown, and found that his whole body seemed to have been soaked in water, and every inch of his skin was sticky with cold sweat. After hearing Ron's sleepy sleepy talk, he was not interested in paying attention to it at all, but just casually said something.

"Well, thank you...then I will advance to the examination room."

After Ron said so with his eyes half-opened, he shrank back into the bed, pouted his mouth and went back to sleep. From the looks of it, he seems to be planning to go back to his dream and take his O.W.Ls mock test!

Naturally, Harry didn't bother with Ron any more, he just put his hands on his forehead and stared blankly.

The lightning-shaped scar that had accompanied him since he was a child was still aching. The unspeakable stinging pain was somewhat similar to the pain in the dream just now, and now it seemed to remind him all the time that it was not an ordinary nightmare without a reason.

"...Could it be that this has something to do with Voldemort again?"

Harry caressed the scar on his forehead, the touch from his fingertips was as slippery and disgusting as he felt in childhood, without any change.

After thinking aimlessly for a moment, he used Occlumency Technique again to isolate his consciousness again. It wasn't until the tingling pain gradually faded with the isolation that he breathed a sigh of relief.

At least, the magic that Maca gave him was still useful despite the palpitations.

After somewhat gathering his composure, Harry put down his hand covering his scar, and frowned, recalling the conversations Professor Dumbledore had discussed with him in the past about such nightmares. Although a long time has passed, he can still vaguely remember that Dumbledore once told him that everything in the dream is very likely to be real.

Perhaps, while he was dreaming of those scenes, that scene was also happening somewhere in this world. And the protagonist of that incident is most likely Voldemort himself.

Now, Voldemort has been defeated by Maca - the corpses by the lakeside of the Hogwarts vestibule were all in the newspapers at that time, which obviously cannot be false.

According to Maca's speculation in St. Mungo's ward after that, Voldemort did not really die. This point seems to confirm with the nightmare he had just now.

But that being the case, where is Voldemort now?

Of course, there was also the unknown person who claimed to be a "passerby" who appeared later. After saying something incomprehensible to himself... or to Voldemort, the person left again. Who is that person? Enemy or friend? He really didn't have a clue.

After guessing wildly for a while, Harry took a deep breath, then pushed aside the curtains on the bed and found his glasses on the bedside table.

It's not yet dawn, but he really doesn't have the mood to go back to sleep. After casually changing his clothes, Harry quietly walked out of the dormitory and sat down in the common room outside by the window.

The pre-dawn temperature was still a little cold, but he didn't want to light the fireplace at all. The cool air can make his brain clearer. Even if he thinks about it, he can't get any reliable answers, but it's better than not wanting anything.

The moon set and the sun rose, and the darkness of the night was gradually dispelled by the rising sun in the east. Harry just sat there, quietly waiting for another day to start.

"Harry?"

Unsurprisingly, Hermione was still the first to wake up after him.

"Good morning, Hermione." Harry turned his head and said softly, "I remember you said that your parents are both dentists? Do doctors pay attention to cultivating good living habits?"

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

"Oh, please forgive me now..." Harry shook his head with a wry smile, but found that Hermione's daily words made him feel more at ease, "Well, actually... I think there is something I should discuss it with you."

Hermione walked over to the armchair in front of him with her schoolbag and sat down, waving her hands nonchalantly.

"If it's about reducing the amount of revision, there's no need to discuss it!" She said, "I'm doing it for your own good! If you don't want to fail the O.W.Ls exam, just follow my arrangement honestly—— "

"No, it's not this..." Harry covered his face and said helplessly, "Can you put the exam aside first? I really have a very important thing... Do you remember? I did it before Several nightmares...about Voldemort!"

"What?" Hermione stopped taking out the book when she heard this, "You're having nightmares again? What about your Occlumency? What did you see in your dreams?"

It stands to reason that Harry's ability to spy on Voldemort in his dreams can play a great role in finding where Voldemort is. But for Harry himself, it is very likely that there are some unknown hazards. As Harry's good friend, Hermione would of course prefer that Harry close his consciousness to block the connection between him and Voldemort.

But since he had that kind of dream again this time, Hermione subconsciously had the idea of ​​finding out the truth while worrying about it.