I wield a sword at Hogwarts

"This is good news."

The next day, the Gryffindor table.

Hermione expressed her opinion to the other two.

She said happily: "Crouch listened to Dumbledore's suggestion and fired the dementors."

Even Harry had to admit that the minister was a man of advice.

He was in the school hospital listening to Dumbledore's conversation with Old Barty and Amelia.

Knowing that the Dementors were likely to be won over by Voldemort, Old Barty did not make any move for a long time. He even complained to his partners that Old Barty did not listen to advice.

"He also caught one of the escaped Death Eaters." Hermione said with joy, "This is good news, he is very efficient."

"Yeah, yeah." Harry was a little distracted.

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

"We don't know when he will be able to catch him." Ron thought that maybe Old Barty just got lucky.

"The people think he's the best minister they've had in twenty years," Hermione said nonchalantly. "He'll catch him soon."

"You are blindly worshiping Lockhart." 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 unbearable past?

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

Ron screamed when he was hit, and he didn't forget to stuff a mouthful of oats 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 fell off his fork. He came back to his senses after hearing the sound. After hesitating for a while, he said, "I was dreaming."

…

Chapter 313 Dreams and Dreams

Harry was dreaming again.

This time he dreamed of something different.

It was the door at first. He kept trying to get closer but could never reach it.

But the difference was that when he approached the door, the scene in front of him changed.

He changed places.

A very strange place.

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

Harry thought this was an ordinary dream.

But he met an unexpected person.

He will not forget that person, standing in that high position in the courtroom, with the silver mask.

Johnny Silverhand.

He saw Johnny Silverhand appearing to be performing some ritual.

Johnny Silver opened his palm and released the blood. The dragon sculpture swallowed the blood, its eyes turned red, and a room was opened from the back.

After watching Johnny Silverhand enter the room, there was a suffocating atmosphere inside.

It seemed that there would be no more happiness, and the endless cold air came from inside with a terrifying fear.

He was glad that he seemed to be in a cover. He seemed to be crumpled into a ball and stuffed into the glass cover. He couldn't even stretch out his arms and legs and could only curl up.

Harry desperately wanted to wake up, but it was like a nightmare, and he struggled to no avail.

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

The scream went straight to his soul and gave Harry 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 would be the end of it.

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

Those eyes.

Harry swore he saw it, and there seemed to be doubt in those eyes.

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

That look made Harry's scalp tingle.

The scar on his forehead hurt as if it were burning, and he was awakened.

He jumped up and sat up straight, sweat dampening the ends of his hair.

"What's wrong?" Ron asked murmuringly as he was drowsily asleep.

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

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

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

Harry got up and stood by the window, breathing greedily to make 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 face.

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

Those eyes!

He was startled and rubbed his eyes hastily.

Looking again, my eyes have returned to normal.

But at that moment of horror, he didn't feel better until it was completely light.

…

In the auditorium.

Ron was shocked: "Are you okay?"

Knowing that Harry had a dream, Hermione and Ron gave him worried looks.

"I think I still need to tell Professor Dumbledore about this matter." Hermione mentioned the matter again.

Harry was a little resistant. He was like an adolescent boy, feeling angry.

"No need, he is busy avoiding me."

He may not realize the seriousness of this matter yet.

Hermione was a little angry, why didn't this child listen to advice.

Regarding the dream, they gradually let it go after class.

At the end of the day's classes, John walked into the Forbidden Forest.

After feeding the food to Zuowu, John rubbed the big head and chuckled: "You did me a big favor."

Zuowu took out the fur ball and put it down, looking at John expectantly.

John thanked Zuowu for sending him to Azkaban yesterday, and naturally he would not refuse.

One person and one cat left imprints one after another in the snow. Tom ran over and tried to pick up the fur ball, which was larger than his body, with his dog's mouth.

After playing around for a while, Zuowu was satisfied.

Watching Zuowu run into the Forbidden Forest, John heard the sound of centaurs running.

He frowned. There should be no conflict between the horse people and Zuowu.

When driving away the animals in the Forbidden Forest, he did not attack the centaurs.

He saw centaurs running past the Forbidden Forest, including Firenze, whom he had seen before.

"Is there something 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 and feed it to the Thestrals.

The Thestral was returned to its original place and fed for an hour before John saw Hagrid coming out.

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

John stared at Hagrid, and the sound of the Thestral gnawing raw meat made Hagrid finally notice John.

"John," Hagrid hurriedly covered his face, not wanting John to see his injuries, "Why are you still here?"

"I'm feeding the Thestrals, Hagrid." John frowned and said, "Are you injured again?"

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

This lie was clumsy. Even if Hagrid collided with a stone, the stone would be broken instead of Hagrid's skin.

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

"I can guarantee it." Hagrid nodded hurriedly.

He was afraid of what John might actually do.

He knew that John had this strength.

Waved goodbye to Hagrid.

John went to the Star Club and made an appointment with someone.

Walking into the Star Club, a man was already waiting there, searching for the stars in the cabinet.

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

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

"I remember I left with less than three bottles."

At a glance, there were at least ten bottles in the cabinet. After taking one bottle and opening it, a cup appeared on the table out of thin air.

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

"You've done something great."

The golden fluorescent light reflected the man's face, it was Percy.

He has matured a bit and is not as immature as he was in school.

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

"Indeed," Percy took a sip of the stars and couldn't help but sigh, "Minister Crouch is called the best minister in twenty years, and his political performance is much better than that of his predecessor, Fudge."

In less than half a year, Old Barty has done more than Fudge has done in several years.

"Dumbledore went to see Minister Crouch," Percy sat down and said in a deep voice, "They talked about the dementors."

"Dumbledore knows that I took away the dementors?" John shook the golden wine in the cup and said with a smile, "Then he can't do anything."

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

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

Percy said the name with a straight face. He had heard the news while dealing with the confiscated Muggle electric stove from Egyptian wizards.

Although Dumbledore was worried about what John might do with the dementors, he reassured Mr. Weasley about it.

"If your father finds out, I'm afraid he will have a bigger problem with you." John was referring to the eavesdropping.

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

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

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

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