A day at Hogwarts

"The person who casts the Cruciatus Curse on you in your dream will be the person whose name will be etched on your heart for the rest of your life."

"The Cruciatus Curse in your dream represents the arrival of the most important wizard in your life."

"The Cruciatus Curse represents unforgettable love."

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Voldemort was silent as he looked at the thick pile of books on dream interpretation in front of him. The interpretation of dreams about the Cruciatus Curse in the new dream interpretation and divination book Lucius bought was the same as the one he bought before.

This shuts down the smart brain.

However, Voldemort did not know that there was such a thing as developing a manuscript and publishing a book in this world.

He remembered another thing and began to look through the book to find out what it was like to dream of someone cursing him with a terrifying spell that sounded like singing.

Harry was doing slightly better, but was mentally depressed.

He said to Hermione and Ron on the way to the cafeteria: "I dreamed of a flash of red light, and then pain all over my body, like being hit by the Cruciatus Curse."

Hermione asked in a low voice: "Does it hurt at the scar?"

Harry recalled for a moment and replied, "I feel pain all over my body."

Ron said worriedly: "After breakfast, go to the school doctor's office and have a look. It may be some kind of curse that makes people dream like they are under the Cruciatus Curse."

Harry thought for a while and said, "Today's first period is Herbology class, let's wait until Potions class."

Ron thought it made sense.

When everyone sat down, Hermione suddenly remembered something and said, "This curse may be from outside. Try Occlumency when you sleep."

Harry had told them before that he went to learn Occlumency from Snape.

As a result, Harry had a conflict with Snape on the first day, and now he is learning from Moody.

Harry nodded and said, "Then I'll try it tonight."

Charles, who was sitting opposite, asked casually: "What is it?"

Harry whispered to him what he had dreamed about last night.

Charles said seriously: "You can't just try, you have to do it."

Harry shrank his neck reflexively when he saw him being so serious, and immediately replied: "Okay."

Charles nodded. He had not originally planned to cast the Cruciatus Curse on the Horcrux tonight. Since Harry wanted to try Occlumency, he had to work overtime.

Voldemort?

No mercy!

As the Halloween draw draws closer and closer, Dumbledore becomes busier and busier.

Durmstrang's eccentric students seemed to be truly searching for a treasure trove, and actually found one.

"Only Galleons!"

Helen was depressed.

A voice she had been waiting for appeared behind her: "Isn't Galleon good?"

Helen turned around and said happily: "Good evening, Steve, I didn't expect to see you!"

Steve looked at the pile of a hundred galleons in front of him, with dozens of them stacked into a column, and said, "It seems like your harvest is good."

He looked at a tapestry on the wall again. It was an automatically generated family tree. The last name and the person at the bottom surprised him.

Helen shook her head and said, "This is not what I'm looking for."

Steve curled his lips and said frivolously: "Then what do you want, me?"

Helen blushed and lowered her head, biting her lip: "Do you always talk to ladies like this?"

"Only beautiful ladies," Steve said.

After he finished speaking, he immediately took two steps sideways, and a magic spell flew from behind and hit the Gallon pile.

"boom!"

A spell was cast on the Gallon pile, and a fierce fire was set off. The fire expanded rapidly, and the entire treasure house was filled in the blink of an eye.

In the corridor outside the treasure house, Steve held a small wand that was only 127mm long, pointed at the temple of the person who just cast the spell, and said with a smile: "Do you want me to throw you in?"

Cold sweat broke out on the forehead of the person being pointed at. Just now Steve just looked back at him, and the next moment he appeared next to him without warning. If he wanted to do it, he would be dead by now.

Helen said hurriedly: "Steve, she is my sister Helena!"

Steve smiled and said, "I know, otherwise she would be dead now, or become Peeves' girlfriend."

Helena looked at Steve coldly and said without emotion: "Stay away from my sister!"

Steve sneered and said in a voice as cold as liquid helium: "As long as you stay in the dormitory during the access control period, we will not meet."

"You should be grateful that I didn't tell anyone else about this."

"Ma'am, you don't want to be bullied by Peeves in the middle of the night, do you?"

Helena suddenly raised the wand in her hand, but just halfway, it was hit by two magic spells and flew backwards.

Her whole body hit the ground with a loud bang, which sounded like a heavy fall.

Helen looked at Helena worriedly and then at Steve nervously.

Steve just waved them back and turned to leave.

He had no time to mind their affairs, he was in a hurry to cast the Cruciatus Curse on the Horcrux. Tonight it was Hufflepuff's turn for the golden cup.

After casting the Cruciatus Curse, I have to go to the secret room to plant the Japanese devil's net that just arrived today.

Now it seems that the Horcrux has been moved to another place, and they might find it.

A few minutes later, Filch came here following the sound of heavy objects falling to the ground, and almost discovered Fred and George, who were taking a night tour of the castle last night and also came to see what was going on.

When Charles returned to the common room, Hermione was alone reading in front of the fireplace.

He placed a bowl of caramel brûlée made with egg yolks, sugar, milk and whipping cream in a pudding-like method in front of Hermione.

When Hermione saw it, she asked, "Was Fleur giving it to me when she didn't want to eat it?"

Charles rolled his eyes at her and said, "If you don't want to eat it, forget it."

Hermione shoved the magazine in her hand into his outstretched hand, took the caramel brûlée, broke the caramel crust on the surface with a spoon, and took a delicious bite.

After sitting down, Charles flipped through this month's "Magic Puzzles" and asked, "Do you know any book that introduces the private treasure house in the castle?"

Hermione thought for a while, shook her head and said, "Some books mention that this kind of private treasure house is a tacit secret among British wizards and will not be discussed publicly."

Charles frowned.

The first thing he thought of was that the people at Durmstrang had British channels to know about the private treasure house, after all, Karkaroff was British.

But it didn't make sense. What treasure house was worth Karkaroff doing this?

The combination of these three elements, private, treasure house, and valuable, must have left traces in history, such as the Elder Wand. Could it be Voldemort's nose?

Charles suddenly remembered something and suddenly understood.

He thought of a possibility, Karkaroff was ordered by Voldemort to find the old man's strange magic power!

After all, Voldemort had a criminal record. He was looking for it in the first grade, and he was also looking for the soul fragments in the notebook, and he made a breakthrough discovery.

He could affect Harry by stimulating the Horcrux, so when he used the Avada Kedavra Rainbow to kill the Horcrux fragments, would he let Voldemort see the situation at that time in the same way?

For example, the special wand, the surrounding situation, and himself.

The more Charles thought about it, the more possible it was. After all, the old man had turned "The History of Hogwarts" into "Hogwarts: A History of the School". Who doesn't have relatives and friends? When Voldemort was studying and just graduated, he could still find out from the middle-aged and elderly women who were close to that time with his social skills.

Now Voldemort's most urgent thing is to recover his body. Put yourself in his shoes. He was defeated by Harry inexplicably that year. If he chose this powerful power that made at least half of the wizards in Britain wear mourning, would he be able to avenge his previous shame?

Charles pinched his chin and thought for a moment, a weird smile appearing at the corner of his mouth.