I swung a sword at Hogwarts

"This is good news."

The next day, at the Gryffindor table.

Hermione expressed her opinion to the other two.

She said happily, "Crouch took Dumbledore's advice and got rid of the Dementors."

Even Harry had to admit that the Minister was a man who listened to advice.

He was in the school hospital and heard Dumbledore's conversation with old Barty and Amelia.

Knowing that the Dementors might be won over by Voldemort, Barty Sr. did not take any action for a long time. He even complained to his friends that Barty Sr. did not listen to advice.

"He also caught one of the escaped Death Eaters." Hermione said with great delight, "That's good news. He's very efficient."

"Yeah." Harry said absentmindedly.

Ron said, "There are nine more. I mean there are other Death Eaters who haven't been caught yet."

"We don't know when he will be able to catch all of them." Ron thought that maybe old Batty was just lucky.

"The public thinks he's the best minister they've had in twenty years," Hermione said nonchalantly. "He'll catch on soon enough."

"You're worshipping blindly." Ron mentioned Lockhart again and said, "Just like you worship Lockhart."

"You!" Hermione glared at Ron angrily.

Why does this person always like to bring up other people's past that they don't want to look back on?

She picked up the "Dark Arts, Defense, Guide" on the table and threw it at Ron.

Ron screamed in pain after being hit, but he still stuffed a mouthful of oatmeal into his mouth.

Perhaps realizing that Harry was too quiet, Hermione looked at the absent-minded Harry and asked, "What's wrong with you, Harry?"

Harry didn't even notice that the bacon on his fork had fallen off. He came back to his senses after hearing the sound, and after hesitating for a moment, he said, "I was dreaming."

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Chapter 313 Dreams and Dreams

Harry was dreaming again.

This time he dreamed of something different.

At first it was the door. He kept trying to get closer but could never touch it.

But the difference was that when he approached the door, the scene before his eyes changed.

He changed his place.

A very strange place.

He was placed on a platform, with a sculpture of a giant dragon and strange words floating all over the room.

Harry thought it was an ordinary dream.

But he met an unexpected person.

He would never forget that man, in the courtroom, standing in that high position, the silver mask.

Johnny Silverhand.

He saw Johnny Silverhand seemed to be performing some ritual.

Johnny Silverhand cut his palm to release the blood. The dragon sculpture swallowed the blood, its eyes turned red, and a room opened from the back.

After watching Johnny Silverhand enter the room, a suffocating atmosphere emanated from inside.

It seemed as if there would be no more happiness, and endless coldness and terrifying fear emanated from inside.

He was glad that he seemed to be in a cover. He seemed to be rolled into a ball and stuffed into a glass cover. He couldn't even stretch his hands and feet and could only curl up.

Harry desperately wanted to wake up, but it was like a nightmare and his struggles were useless.

He watched Johnny Silverhand enter the room, and when he came out, endless screams were heard from inside.

The scream went straight to Harry's soul and gave him a splitting headache. He swore that if he listened to it for just a moment longer, his head would explode.

Fortunately, the door closed and Harry breathed a sigh of relief. He thought that was the end of it.

Johnny Silverhand walked outside, and before leaving, he suddenly turned back.

Those eyes.

Harry could have sworn he saw it, and there seemed to be doubt in those eyes.

After staring for a while, the eyes turned into vertical pupils and a terrible feeling swept over him.

That look made Harry's scalp tingle.

The scar on his forehead felt like it was burning and he was awakened.

He jumped up and sat upright, sweat soaking the ends of his hair.

"What's wrong?" Ron asked in a daze.

"It's okay." Harry, his body wet with cold sweat, looked at the dim light outside and responded.

Ron didn't answer him, but there was the sound of him snoring.

For the first time, he felt that snoring could give him such a strong sense of security.

Harry stood up and stood by the window, breathing greedily, which made him feel alive.

When I saw myself through the glass, my face was pale and bloodless, as if I had been seriously ill.

He stared at his own face.

The next second, his pupils inside the glass shrank and turned into two vertical slit-like pupils.

Those eyes!

He was startled and rubbed his eyes quickly.

When I looked again, my eyes had returned to normal.

But he didn't feel better after that moment of horror until the sky was completely bright.

...

In the auditorium.

Ron was shocked and asked, "Are you okay?"

Knowing that Harry was dreaming, Hermione and Ron gave him worried looks.

"I think we should tell Professor Dumbledore about this." Hermione brought up the matter again.

Harry was a little resistant, like a teenage boy who was sulking.

"No need, he's busy hiding from me."

He may not have realized the seriousness of this matter.

Hermione was a little annoyed. Why didn't this child listen to advice?

As for the dream, they gradually let it go after class.

After finishing a day's classes, John walked into the Forbidden Forest.

After feeding the food to Zou Wu, John rubbed the big head and chuckled, "You helped me a lot."

Zou Wu took out the ball of fur and put it down, looking at John expectantly.

John was grateful to Zouwu for sending him to Azkaban yesterday, so he naturally would not refuse.

The man and the cat left one mark after another in the snow. Tom ran over and tried to pick up the ball of fur that was bigger than his body with his mouth.

After playing for a while, Zuo Wu was satisfied.

As John watched the Zouwu run into the Forbidden Forest, he heard the sound of centaurs running.

He frowned, thinking that the centaurs should have no conflict with the Zouwu.

When driving away the animals in the forbidden forest, they did not attack the centaurs.

He saw the centaurs running through the forbidden forest, including Firenze, whom he had seen before.

"Is there anything in the Forbidden Forest?" John looked at the centaur running into the depths in confusion.

He returned to Hagrid's hut and used magic to move the raw meat out to feed the Thestrals.

The Thestrals were put back where they came from, and after an hour of feeding, John saw Hagrid come out.

He looked like he had just come out of the Forbidden Forest, his face still bleeding.

John stared at Hagrid, and the sound of the Thestrals chewing on raw meat finally made Hagrid notice John.

"John," Hagrid quickly covered his face. He didn't dare to let John see his injuries. "Why are you still here?"

"I'm feeding the Thestrals, Hagrid," John said, frowning. "Are you hurt again?"

"No, no." Hagrid said quickly, "I just accidentally fell in the Forbidden Forest."

This lie was a poor one. Even if Hagrid collided with the rock, it would be the rock that would break, not Hagrid's skin.

"I respect you, Hagrid," John looked at Hagrid deeply and said in a deep voice, "I won't ask you what happened again, but you have to promise me that nothing will happen."

"I can promise that." Hagrid nodded hastily.

He was afraid that John might actually do something.

He knew that John had the ability.

Waved goodbye to Hagrid.

John went to the Star Club, where he made an appointment to meet someone.

When I walked into the Star Club, a person was already waiting there, searching for the stars in the cabinet.

"The one on the left." John snapped his fingers, and the chair moved its four legs and ran over.

The man opened the cabinet on the left in the night, and inside were stars emitting golden light.

“I remember I only had less than three bottles when I left.”

At a glance in the cabinet, there were at least ten bottles. I took down a bottle and opened it, and a cup appeared out of thin air on the table.

The golden wine fell into the golden cup, two cups of stars were picked up, and one of them was placed in front of John.

"You did a great thing."

The golden fluorescence illuminated the man's face. It was Percy.

He has matured a bit and is no longer as immature as he was in school.

John chuckled and said, "It's a good thing, isn't it?"

"Indeed," Percy took a sip of Stars and couldn't help but sigh, "Minister Crouch is known as the best minister in the past 20 years. His performance is much better than that of the previous minister Fudge."

In just less than half a year, old Batty has done more than Fudge had in several years.

"Dumbledore went to see Minister Crouch," Percy said solemnly as he sat down, "They talked about the Dementors."

"Dumbledore knows that I took the Dementors away?" John shook the golden wine in the glass and smiled, "Then he can't do anything."

"He's investigating your intentions," Percy said. "My father met with Dumbledore, and they both expressed their concerns about this behavior."

"But the good news is that they all agree that you won't give the Dementors another chance to join Voldemort."

Percy said the name flatly, he heard the news when he was dealing with the Muggle electric stove that was confiscated from the Egyptian wizard.

Although Dumbledore was concerned about what John might do with the Dementors, he reassured Mr. Weasley about the matter.

"If your father finds out, he'll probably be even more critical of you." John was referring to eavesdropping.

Percy was silent for a moment, then raised his head and said, "I hope I can do something about that matter at the Ministry of Magic."

"That's a dangerous thing, Percy." John paused and said, "You still have a position in the Ministry of Magic."

"My father is also an official at the Ministry of Magic," Percy said, looking at John, "but he also works for Dumbledore."

"Okay," John took a sip of the golden wine and nodded in agreement, "You convinced me,"