Chapter 572 I Saw Them Kill Someone in that Room!

Thinking of this, Ivan frowned. Trelawny's prophecy undoubtedly proved that Voldemort was planning a resurrection at this moment.

It’s just that the process may not be what I thought it would be.

Harry on the side also looked a little dazed. He gently touched the lightning-shaped scar on his forehead and recalled the dream he had during the summer vacation.

"Harry"

A shout interrupted Harry's thoughts. He turned his head and saw Ivan looking at him worriedly.

Hermione and Ron also noticed Harry's strange behavior, and immediately ignored the argument and looked over.

"What's on your mind, Harry? Is it related to the mysterious man?" Ivan asked.

Harry hesitated, not sure whether he should say it or not.

"I suggest you don't hide some things in your heart. We are friends, aren't we? Maybe we can help you," Ivan comforted him in a soft tone.

Moody's question this time made Ivan realize that his advantage in knowing the plot was getting weaker and weaker. If he didn't want to be tricked, he would have to look for clues again.

Harry's side was a good breakthrough point. If he remembered correctly, Harry should have dreamed about what happened in Riddle Mansion during the summer vacation in the original time and space.

Just as Ivan thought, Harry hesitated and said.

"About two weeks ago, I had a very strange dream at home. I saw a dark room with a stove burning next to it. Then I saw someone talking in the room through the crack in the door. One of the short men should be Peter. , the other one seems to be Voldemort’s voice.”

"What? You said you saw Peter and heard the mysterious man talking?" Before Harry could finish speaking, Hermione asked in surprise.

"That was a dream, wasn't it? Anything can happen in a dream, it's not surprising!" Ron argued before Harry could reply.

"No! This time seems a little different." Harry shook his head, touched the scar on his forehead again, and said slowly. "After I woke up from the dream, this scar hurt terribly. The last time it happened was when I faced Voldemort a few years ago."

"Really? Are you sure?" Ron's eyes widened and he looked at Harry in disbelief. He opened his mouth to say something, but in the end he swallowed the words again.

"This must be some kind of omen!" Hermione said firmly, "I once saw in a divination textbook that some wizards can have some kind of feeling when their relatives and friends are about to encounter danger. !Dreams are the most common one.”

"You mean Harry and the mysterious man are relatives or friends? Come on, this is really funny." Ron said with a sneer. He felt that those textbooks on divination were not reliable at all and were all deceiving people. of.

"But they are the enemies in the prophecy! This is also a kind of connection, isn't it?" Hermione directly interrupted Ron's words, and then without looking at him, she took Ivan with one hand and Harry with the other, and headed towards Run in the direction of the principal's office. "Let's go and notify Professor Dumbledore!"

"Wait for me!" Ron hesitated and then followed.

After running for a while, when the panting four people arrived at the door of the principal's office, they were dumbfounded because they didn't know the password to the principal's office yet.

After Hermione thought for a while, she tentatively asked.

"Pile of Cockroaches"

“Ice lemonade”

"Toffee finger cakes?"

The huge stone beast remained motionless, stubbornly blocking everyone in front of them.

"How about trying some sizzling honey candies?" Ivan said instead. This is one of Dumbledore's favorite foods.

click

Just after Ivan spoke, there was a muffled sound, and the stone beast guarding the door slowly shook, revealing the accessible stairs.

"Let's go, it seems we are lucky!" Ivan smiled and walked in first.

As they were going up the stairs, Harry and Ron couldn't help but ask. "How do you know this can open the door?"

"Because Professor Dumbledore usually uses some of his favorite candies and drinks as passwords!" Hermione explained, then turned to look at Ivan.

She thought of this when she saw Ivan guessing the password to the principal's office last time.

The four of them chatted and quickly entered the principal's room.

After many days, everything is as usual here.

The only difference is that there are many documents and newspapers stacked on the desk in the center.

Ivan took a sneak peek after getting closer. Except for a few daily prophets, the others should be about the Goblet of Fire.

"Hals, why did you come to see me now?" Dumbledore calmly turned the document over and covered it, his eyes under the half-moon glasses scanned Ivan and others, and asked.

"Professor, it's like this. I had a very strange dream during the summer vacation..." Harry gritted his teeth and repeated all the things he had said to Ivan and others before.

When he heard Harry talking about the scene he saw in his dream, Dumbledore's expression became more solemn. Of course he knew what it meant. This proved that Voldemort's power was recovering and he could establish a certain connection with the Horcrux...

"How did you see that scene?" Dumbledore suddenly asked.

Dumbledore's solemn expression made Harry become a little nervous. He swallowed and stuttered.

"I seemed to be lying on the ground looking up, Professor!"

Lying on the ground and crawling forward, like... a snake!

This thought came to Harry's mind, but he didn't say it out loud because it was so weird!

After listening to Harry's answer, Dumbledore's frown relaxed a little, his body leaned forward slightly, his eyes looked straight at Harry, and he continued to ask in a calm tone. "Then do you remember what they specifically said in the dream?"

Ivan was also staring at Harry closely. He needed to know what had changed in the content of the dream in order to determine Voldemort's next actions.

"They mentioned a guy named Nagini from the World Cup, and they also mentioned me." Harry tried hard to remember that scene again.

But now more than two weeks have passed since the dream, and the memory has become very hazy as if it has been covered with a veil. The more he desperately tries to grasp those details, the faster they slip from his mind. It slipped through the fingers.

Only the most profound scenes were left in his memory. Harry's face became worse and worse, cold sweat broke out on his forehead, and the lightning-shaped scar seemed to be aching again.

Finally Harry shouted almost ferociously.

"I also saw them kill a man in that room!"

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