Harry Potter – Approaching the Magic World

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

"If he Don't want to ask 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.

"Viktor."

"Krum?"

"How many Viktors do we know?"

Ron said nothing, But it looks weird. They sat in silence for another twenty minutes. Ron completed his transfiguration thesis in an impatient hum and rubbing; Hermione wrote calmly to the end of the parchment, carefully rolled up and sealed; Harry stared at the furnace Huo, especially hoped that Sirius' head would appear and give him some advice about female children. But the fire just crackled and burned lower and lower, until the red-hot charcoal turned into ashes. Harry looked all around and found that there were only three of them left in the room.

"Okay, good night." Hermione said, yawning and walking towards the girl's dormitory stairs.

"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, he was 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 is on his right Say.

"Good night."

He started to sleep.

...

Tonight, Harry felt that his body was soft, strong and flexible, sliding across the dark, cold stone among the shiny metal fences... He pressed his body against the ground, sliding with his abdomen... the light was very dark, but he could see the light of the surrounding objects, some strange and bright colors... He turned his head... at first glance, the corridor was empty... Wrong... Someone was sitting on the ground with his head hanging on his chest, his silhouette gleaming in the dark.

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

Harry was eager to bite that person... but he had to restrain this impulse... There is more important thing to do...

But the person woke up... jumped up, a silver cloak from his leg Sliding up and down, Harry saw his bright, fuzzy silhouette standing in front of him, and a wand pulled out of his belt... He had no choice... The fangs penetrated deeply into the person's skin, and he felt the ribs crack between his teeth, the warm blood...

The person screamed in pain... and then fell silent... paralyzed Falling 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, his body was soaked in cold sweat, the sheets were all wrapped around him, like tight clothes, he felt hot tongs stuck in his forehead.

"Harry!"

Ron stood in front of the bed, as if frightened, there were a few silhouettes at the foot of the bed, he held his head tightly, and his eyes were black...he Rolled to the bed and threw up.

"He's really sick," a horrified voice said, "Shall I call someone?"

"Harry! Harry!"

Harry mouthed Inhaling, propping up from the bed and ordering himself not to vomit, his vision was blurred with pain.

"You father," he said gasping for breath, his chest rising and falling, "Your father...something happened..."

"What?" Ron didn't understand.

"You father! He was bitten. It is very serious. There is blood everywhere."

"I'll call someone."

That horrified voice Said, Harry heard footsteps and ran out of dormitory.

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

"No!" Harry said violently, and he must let Ron understand." Not a dream! Not a normal dream! I was there and 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 nervously, "Neville went to find someone..."

"I'm fine!" Harry choked, wiped his mouth in his pajamas, shivering uncontrollably "I'm not sick. The only thing to worry about is your father. We need to find where he is. He bleeds--that's a big snake."

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

After 1 point or ten minutes, Harry sat there shiver coldly, feeling the scar's pain slowly receding, and there were rapid footsteps on the stairs, and he heard Neville's voice again.

"Here, Professor."

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

"What's the matter, Potter? Where does it hurt?"

He has never been so happy to meet her now. He now needs members of Order of the Phoenix, not nervous The person Xi gave him some useless decoctions.

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

"What, look Arrived?" Professor McGonagall's black eyebrows twisted.

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

"You mean you dreamed?"

"No !"

Harry said irritably, "I had a completely different dream first, some silly things... Then this came in. It was true, not my fantasy. Mr. Weasley was on the ground. Sleeping, was bitten by a big snake, a lot of blood, he fell down, 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 you." Professor McGonagall Simply said: "Put on your shirt...Let's go meet the headmaster"

"Weasley, you should come together too."

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

This matter itself is not particularly serious. It is clear to Dumbledore that he knows what Mr. Weasley is doing now, but after listening to Harry's narration, he can't help but feel a little confused.

Recently, he was not in charge of Order of the Phoenix. Jon was doing the arrangement over there.

You can only give someone a warning first.