HP Approaches the Magical World

"Anyway," Hermione said indifferently, buried in her letter again, "you will have many opportunities to date her..."

"What if he doesn't want to date her?" Ron kept staring at Harry, with an unusual shrewdness on his face.

"Don't be stupid,"

Hermione said vaguely, "Harry liked her a long time ago, didn't he, Harry?"

Harry didn't answer.

"Who are you writing a novel for?" Ron asked Hermione, stretched his head to read the parchment that had fallen to the ground, and then Hermione dragged it up.

"Victor."

"Krum?"

"How many Victors do we know?"

Ron didn't speak, but looked weird. They sat in silence for another twenty minutes. Ron finished his transformation class essay in impatient hum and rubbing; Hermione wrote calmly to the end of the parchment, carefully rolled it up and sealed it; Harry stared at the fire, hoping that Sirius' head would appear and give him some advice about girls. But the fire just crackled and burned lower and lower, until the red-hot charcoal turned into ashes. Harry looked around and found that there were only three of them left in the room.

"Okay, good night," Hermione said, yawning as she walked towards the stairs of the girls' dormitory.

"What does she like about Krum?" Ron asked as they went upstairs with Harry.

"Well," Harry thought, "I think he is older... and an international star..."

"Except for this," Ron seemed annoyed. "I said, isn't he just a grumpy rice bucket?"

"It's a bit grumpy," Harry said, still thinking about Qiu.

They took off their robes in silence and put on their pajamas.

Dean, Seamus, and Neville are all asleep.

Harry put his glasses on the bedside table and got under the quilt, but instead of pulling up the curtain, he stared at the starry sky outside the window next to Neville's bed.

If he knew this time last night, he would kiss Qiu Zhang in twenty-four hours...

"good night."

Ron said to his right.

"good night."

He started to sleep.

...

Tonight, Harry felt that his body was soft, strong and flexible, sliding over the dark, cold stones among the shiny metal fences... His body was against the ground, sliding on his belly... The light was very dark. But he could see the light of the surrounding objects, some strange, bright colors... He turned his head... At a glance, the corridor was empty... No way... Someone was sitting on the ground with his head hanging on his chest. His silhouette flickered in the darkness.

Harry stuck out his tongue... He tasted the smell of the man... He was alive, but dozing off... Sitting in front of the door at the end of the corridor...

Harry is eager to bite that person... but he must resist this urge... there is more important thing to do...

But the man woke up... jumped up, a silver cloak slipped from his leg, and Harry saw his bright, fuzzy silhouette standing in front of him, with a wand drawn from his belt... he had no choice... ...He stood up, attacked, twice, three times, and plunged his fangs deep into the person's skin, feeling the ribs crack between his teeth, warm blood...

The man yelled in pain... and then fell silent... collapsed at the foot of the wall... blood splashed on the ground...

His forehead hurts terribly...it seems to be exploding...

"Harry! Harry!"

He opened his eyes and was soaked in cold sweat. The sheets were all wrapped around him, like tights. He felt hot tongs stuck in his forehead.

"Harry!"

Ron was standing in front of the bed, as if frightened. There were a few figures at the foot of the bed. He hugged his head tightly, his eyes turned black with pain... He rolled to the bed and threw up.

"He is really sick," said a horrified voice, "want to call someone?"

"Harry! Harry!"

Harry took a big breath, propped himself up from the bed, and ordered himself not to vomit, his vision blurred with pain.

"Your dad," he said breathlessly, his chest rising and falling, "your dad... something went wrong..."

"What?" Ron didn't understand.

"Your father! He was bitten, it was very serious, there was blood everywhere."

"I'll call someone."

The horrified voice said that Harry heard footsteps and ran out of the dormitory.

"Harry, buddy," Ron doubted, "You...you are just dreaming."

"No!" Harry said violently, and he must let Ron understand, "It's not a dream! It's not a normal dream! I was there, I saw it."

He heard Seamus and Dean whispering, but he couldn't take care of that much.

The sharp pain in his forehead eased slightly, but he was still sweating and trembling like a fever.

He vomited again, and Ron jumped back. "Harry, you are sick," he said uneasily, "Neville went to find someone..."

"I'm fine!" Harry choked, wiped his mouth in his pajamas, shivering uncontrollably, "I'm not sick, but your dad should be worried. We have to find where he is. He is bleeding. Big snake."

He wanted to get out of bed, but Ron pressed him back.

After a minute or ten minutes, Harry sat there shivering, feeling the sharp pain of the scar slowly receding, and there were rapid footsteps on the stairs, and he heard Neville's voice again.

"Here~www.wuxiahere.com~Professor."

Professor McGonagall hurried into the dormitory in a tartan dressing gown, his glasses crooked on the bridge of his thin nose.

"What's wrong, Potter? Where does it hurt?"

He had never been so happy to see her as he was now. He was now in need of members of the Order of the Phoenix instead of someone nervously prescribing him some useless soup.

"It's Ron's father," he said as he sat up again, "he was bitten by a snake, very badly, I saw it."

"What, did you see?" Professor McGonagall's black eyebrows twisted.

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

"You mean you dreamed about it?"

"No!"

Harry said irritably, "I had a completely different dream first, some stupid thing... Then this one came in. It was true, not my fantasy. Mr. Weasley was sleeping on the ground and was bitten by a big snake. , A lot of blood, he fell down and must find where he is."

Professor McGonagall looked at him through slanted glasses, as if seeing something terrifying.

"I didn't lie, nor did I go crazy!" Harry shouted, "Tell you, I saw it with my own eyes!"

"I believe in you." Professor McGonagall said simply: "Put on your shirt... Let's see the principal."

"Weasley, you should come together too."

A few minutes later, they came to the entrance of Dumbledore's office.

The matter itself was not particularly serious. It was clear to Dumbledore that he knew what Mr. Weasley was doing now, but after listening to Harry's narrative, he couldn't help but feel a little puzzled.

During the recent period, he was not in charge of the Order of the Phoenix, and Jon was doing the arrangement over there.

Only let someone give a warning first.

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