Harry Potter and the Great Old Ones

Chapter 673 Aragog
After the Easter holidays ended, the days with gentle breezes became more frequent, and the weather grew brighter and warmer each day. But Harry, along with the other fifth, sixth, and seventh-graders, remained indoors, studying and wearily going in and out of the library.

At the same time, some troubling hallucinations and strange dreams once again assailed his mind—

These hallucinations came and went quickly. Perhaps it was because he had truly mastered the art of Occlumency, or perhaps for other reasons, but Harry wasn't significantly affected, or even—

Harry even sometimes wished for more of these illusions.

Unlike last semester, this time the hallucinations invading Harry's mind were beautiful scenes that resembled tourist attractions.

During a Christmas dream, Harry dreamt of a monastery standing on a permafrost plain.

It was a monastery that clearly did not belong to humans. The stone gates and walls of the monastery were incredibly tall, at least two or even three times the size of normal buildings, and they had a unique bluish-gray color that was constantly soaked in cold and frost.

The monastery's main gate is now just an empty doorway, with no shelter whatsoever. The raging wind and snow occasionally blow into the monastery through the doorway, adding a touch of desolation and mystery to the rough and uneven brick floor.

—Then Harry woke up and didn't get a chance to see anything more.

Of course, Harry had asked Tyella about these things from his dreams, but Tyella didn't give him any direct answer. She simply smiled and silently extracted Harry's memories, storing them in a small glass bottle, and then said:

"These things are too early for you right now. When you go to magic university and study magic graduate studies, I will teach you about them in class, and I may even take you there."

“But now,” Tierra put away the memory in the small glass bottle, “you should focus more on what’s in front of you.”

The issue at hand, according to Tyella, was Occlumency. Harry, not having received a definitive answer, wasn't too concerned. After all, compared to the unknown place in his dream, Harry was more interested in the Voldemort fragments within him.

However, after Harry had these strange dreams again, he stopped telling Tyrell and instead silently wrote them down himself.

Harry had a feeling that the scenes he occasionally dreamed about might be closely related to what Voldemort was doing, and he wanted to find out the truth himself.

Of course, Hermione did give them time to rest amidst the heavy workload of studying—

Every week, they would set aside a few afternoons to go to Hagrid's cabin on the edge of the Forbidden Forest, have tea with him, and then enjoy the rock cakes that were as hard as rocks.

As with his previous visits, Hagrid began to sigh after serving Harry, Ron, and Hermione fragrant black tea and steaming hot rock cakes.

"Hagrid, is Aragog still not feeling well?" Hermione asked understandingly.

They all knew that Hagrid had a pet spider named Aragog, which he kept deep in the Forbidden Forest, and that the pet spider was in poor health and probably not far from death.

"Ooh," Hagrid answered Hermione's question with a sob.

(End of this chapter)