Chapter 738: Harry's Nightmare

Hogwarts Castle, Gryffindor bedroom, dead of night.

The little wizards fell into a sweet dream.

Oh~

Not every one of them.

Harry Potter was frowning at this moment, his face was pale, his forehead was covered with cold sweat, and he was twisting his body on the bed, as if he was extremely uncomfortable.

He had a dream!

Harry dreamed that his body was becoming strange.

Extremely soft and full of powerful muscular strength, with a huge body and extremely flexible, the key point is that he feels that his body is full of terrifying magic power that is so powerful that it is frightening.

He slid across the cold slate floor, and suddenly, he felt his other two heads move.

The two heads were buzzing about something, as if they were arguing.

He only felt that the melon seeds in his head were particularly painful, as if a crack like lightning was tearing his skull hard, the pain was unbearable.

Harry shook his head vigorously, finally feeling much better.

He found that he was the head on the left, and the head in the middle was a little dazed, as if talking in his sleep—"Master, no, I don't want to die, no..."

The head on the right looked a little irritable and restless, yelling—"What the hell is going on with me... No, don't hurt that child!"

The cold walls of the corridor irritated his skin, and he turned to look at a portrait on the wall.

In the portrait is a lady looking in a mirror.

Harry saw his own figure through the mirror in the portrait, which was a rune snake.

Hermione taught him and Ron a lesson when rune snakes were infested in the first year of school. Speaking of the three heads of the rune snake, the cold and ruthless head on the left is the planner, the muddled head in the middle is the sleepwalker, and the impatient and anxious head on the right is the critic.

It is said that the mastermind will join forces with the sleepwalkers to take down the critics.

As a result, many rune snakes will only have two heads.

"Shut up!"

He suddenly found himself talking, yelling at the other two heads.

He began to swallow his tongue involuntarily. He was sensing the information in the air through the snake's tongue. He seemed to be looking for someone...

He smelled the smell of human blood, it was so sweet...

There are people injured!

And he was chasing him!

And there was a kind of pride in defeating the strong in my heart, and I was laughing wildly in my heart!

Harry couldn't believe he was having such a thought, it was horrible!

In a trance, he saw the magic portraits around the corridor running and shouting in terror.

Harry endured the stabbing pain in his head and listened carefully to the yelling. He felt uncomfortable, but he still gritted his teeth to hear clearly.

Finally, he vaguely heard some words.

"He's going to kill Mr Weasley!"

"This terrible big snake!"

"murderer!"

"Mr. Weasley, run!"

"How dare you be in the Ministry of Magic..."

"..."

"Harry! Harry!"

Finally, someone woke him up.

Harry opened his eyes, drenched in cold sweat, wrapped in the sheets, clammy and cold, he felt like a pair of hot pokers had been stuck in his forehead.

"Harry!"

Ron stood in front of the bed, looking terrified, with several figures at the foot of the bed. Harry clutched his head tightly, eyes black with pain, rolled to the side of the bed and threw up.

"He's really sick," said a frightened voice, "do you want to call someone?"

Breathing heavily, Harry pulled himself up from the bed, ordering himself not to throw up, his vision blurred with pain.

He wants to tell Ron, this is very important!

"Your father," he said breathlessly, his chest heaving, "your father! Something happened!"

"What?" Ron didn't understand.

"Your dad! He was bitten, badly, with blood everywhere??"

"I'll get someone," said the terrified voice, and Harry heard footsteps running out of the dormitory.

"Harry, buddy," Ron said dubiously, "you... you're just dreaming!"

"No!" Harry yelled, making sure Ron understood, "It wasn't a dream! It wasn't a dream! I was there, I saw it! I did it!"

He could hear Seamus and Dean muttering, but he couldn't care less. The severe pain on his forehead subsided slightly, but he was still sweating and shivering like he had a high fever.

He threw up again, making Ron jump backwards. "Harry, you're ill," he said uneasily. "Neville has gone to find someone."

"I'm fine!" Harry choked, wiped his mouth with his pajamas, and shivered uncontrollably, "I'm not sick, it's your dad who should be worried! We need to find out where he is! He's bleeding profusely! I'm... Is that a big snake?"

He tried to get out of bed, but Ron pushed him back. Dean and Seamus were still muttering beside them. After a minute or ten, Harry didn't know, he just sat there shivering, feeling the sharp pain from his scar slowly subside, and he heard Neville's voice again as there were hurried footsteps on the stairs.

"Here, Professor!"

Professor McGonagall hurried into the dormitory in a tartan dressing gown, spectacles perverted on the bridge of his bony nose. "What's the matter, Potter? Where does it hurt?"

Harry had never been happier to see her, and he needed a professor who would fix things, not someone who would be nervous and prescribe him some potion that didn't work.

"It's Ron's father," he said, sitting up again. "He's been bitten by a snake, very badly, I saw it."

"What, what did you see?" Professor McGonagall frowned.

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

"You mean you dreamed it?"

"No!" Harry said irritably. Can no one understand? "I had a completely different dream first, something stupid! Then this one came in, it was real, not my fantasy, Mr Weasley was bitten by a big snake, a lot of blood, he ran away, but I still We are hunting, we must find out where he is!"

Professor McGonagall looked at him through his askew spectacles as if seeing something horrible.

"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 dressing gown, and we'll see the Headmaster."

She took herself seriously, and Harry was relieved. Without hesitation, he jumped up from the bed, put on his dressing gown, and pushed his glasses to the bridge of his nose.

"Weasley, you should come too," said Professor McGonagall.

They followed Professor McGonagall through Neville, Dean and Seamus beside Murray, out of the dormitory, down the spiral staircase to the common room, through the portrait hole, and along the moonlit corridor of the Fat Lady And go.

Harry felt that the fear inside him might burst at any moment.

He tried his best not to let himself think about this terrible thing, that huge rune snake is himself? Attacking Mr. Weasley himself? Not only did he get hurt, but also continue to hunt him down?

Finally, they passed the statue of the gatekeeper to the door of the headmaster's office with a bronze griffin-shaped knocker.

"This time..."

"There must be something urgent."

Dumbledore sat in the high-backed chair behind his desk, reading papers by candlelight. He was dressed in snow-white pajamas and a dressing gown inlaid with gold on a purple background, but he looked refreshed, with piercing blue eyes fixed on Professor McGonagall.

"Professor Dumbledore, Potter just had a... a nightmare." Professor McGonagall said, "He said..."

"It's not a nightmare," Harry interjected quickly.

Professor McGonagall looked back at Harry, frowning slightly.

"Well, Potter, tell the headmaster yourself."

Harry began to talk about that experience anxiously. He felt a little ridiculous and frightened. He could see Ron's pale and terrified expression. He saw Professor McGonagall pursing his lips and Dumbledore crossing his hands. He stared up at the ceiling.

"How did you see that?" Dumbledore asked softly, still not looking at Harry.

"Huh? I don't know!" Harry was a little annoyed, what does it matter? "In my head..."

"You misunderstood," said Dumbledore, still in a calm tone, "I mean...do you remember...uh...where were you when you saw the attack?"

"In the Ministry of Magic, there is a picture frame saying..." Harry panted, the sweat on his face became more and more, he felt very weak, "He said, how dare he be in the Ministry of Magic!"

No one said anything for a moment, then Dumbledore looked at Ron, whose face was still pale, and said in a stronger tone: "Arthur...or...was the person who was attacked seriously injured?"

"Seriously!" said Harry loudly. "There's blood everywhere!"

Dumbledore nodded, did not speak to Harry again, turned his head and quickly gave instructions to the wizard in a magical portrait on the wall.

Then he took out a fine silver instrument, and tapped it lightly with the tip of his wand.

The instrument started to run immediately, making a rhythmic jingle sound, and the small silver tube at the top spewed out wisps of light green smoke, which gathered and lingered in the air.

Dumbledore stared intently at the light smoke, his brows furrowed.

"Death...life...seeing some things exceeded my expectations."

Not long after, the portrait wizard ran back to the frame, yelling anxiously, "There is a powerful rune snake in the Ministry of Magic, which is said to have attacked Mr. Weasley."

Dumbledore's face became serious, and he quickly ordered the portraits to help inquire about the news, then turned his head and nodded to Professor McGonagall, "Minerva, I need someone to keep an eye on the school at this critical moment, and pay attention to the transmission of the portraits. Incoming information, Phoenix Fox will return to the office to help you deliver the information!"

The phoenix phoenix flapped its wings and flew to Dumbledore's head.

As the flames rose, Dumbledore lost track.

Professor McGonagall pursed her lips, turned her head to look at Harry and Ron, and took a deep breath, "Sit here, please? I'll have the house-elf send you some hot cocoa. I must get in touch with Mo Korea."

"Oh, and the other Weasley kids..."

"It's too bad!"

With that said, she walked quickly towards the door.