Chapter 510 Warriors and Selection Rules
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Yun Yin Shen
Chapter 510 Warriors and Selection Rules
"...I don't think you understand what the 'Top Ten Tournament' really is..." said Dumbledore.
"So let me give you a little explanation now... The 'Triwizard Tournament' was planned by the Ministry of Magic of each country and the International Association of Magic based on the 'Triwizard Tournament'."
"As for the Triwizard Tournament...it's an ancient event."
"700 years ago, there was a friendly competition between the three largest magic schools in Europe to determine the best wizard among them...to test the courage, wisdom, magical strength, and perseverance of the students...only the best wizard will win the final competition."
"These three schools are: Hogwarts, Beauxbatons and Demu Strong...Of course, this is also one of the three schools that will participate in this competition. Other magic schools...If you are interested...Professor Binns will open a special class and tell the detailed history of each magic school in the world for us to understand..."
"Okay, let's go back to the competition... Well, where did I say it? Ah, yes, the Triwizard Tournament... This competition is held every five years, and the three schools take turns hosting it. Everyone believes that this kind of competition has improved the strength of each school and enabled effective and smooth communication in the magic world. This is the best way to improve the level of magic in the magic world of various countries..."
"But later... because there were too many deaths, the game was interrupted."
"But now...the modern magic system has been systematically developed, and we already have enough magic spells to ensure the safety of the players. We think...the time is ripe to try to resume the Tournament."
"And the time has come for the magic world to unite. The Minister of Magic, Cornelius Fudge and I, as well as many fellow wizards, all agree...like hundreds of years ago, inviting magic schools all over the world to promote exchanges between young wizard students in the magic world in different countries will make our magic world more harmonious...and make the world more progressive and peaceful."
"Of course, we and the Aurors of the Ministry of Magic will do a lot of work to ensure that no warrior's life will be in danger!"
Dumbledore explained to all the students.
None of the students in the auditorium made a sound. Many people knew about this incident, but after hearing it with their own ears, they still felt emotional.
If he wins the competition trophy... Not to mention the bonus, just letting his name spread among wizards all over the world is enough to make them excited.
They watched Dumbledore feverishly, fantasizing about being the champions who would win the match.
"In October, the principals of each magic school will lead their carefully selected competitors. The magic ceremony for selecting the warriors will be held on Halloween. At that time, under the watchful eyes of the four most impartial referees, we will choose who will become the warriors... Ten warriors will participate in this greatest event in history, competing for the competition trophy... Not only the honor, but also a bonus of five thousand gold Galleons, and a mysterious magic prize of equivalent value!"
After Dumbledore announced the amount of the bonus, the entire auditorium immediately exploded.
Almost all the students were yelling and discussing the competition.
Such a huge honor and bonus almost made everyone's eyes red.
"You're kidding!" George choked Fred's neck and yelled loudly. "Five thousand gold Galleons! Five thousand! It's enough to buy... more than half of Zoko's magic joke shop."
Although Fred couldn't breathe because of difficulty breathing, his eyes rolled white, but he still muttered, "I want to participate, I want to participate!"
Ron even banged on the long table in front of him.
Even Harry's face was glowing with excitement, imagining himself lifting the trophy.
Perhaps only Hermione said worriedly, "The death toll...the game was canceled...Merlin! Isn't this kind of competition too dangerous?"
The others ignored Hermione.
When Dumbledore spoke again, the silence in the auditorium was only the patter of raindrops outside and the rumble of thunder echoing.
"I know you are all eager to win a trophy for Hogwarts...but you know that although we have done our best to keep every brave man safe, this competition is fundamentally an adventure and a competition based on magical prowess...All the Ministry of Magic and the schools have agreed that there will be an age limit for this year's competitors. Only 17 years old - only students who are 17 years old and over will be allowed to enter."
Dumbledore's words made most of the students in the audience very dissatisfied, and some even made loud noises angrily.
"I know some of you will be very unhappy with this measure. However, it was our unanimous decision..."
"What us!... We didn't ask for this at all!" The Weasley brothers squeezed their throats and growled loudly.
Many people agreed and echoed again and again.
For a while, the auditorium became noisy.
Dumbledore had to stretch out his arms and press his hands down, causing deafening thunder in the auditorium out of thin air, which made the little wizards slightly calm down.
"This measure is very necessary. However, I know that some of you are secretly trying to sign up... Let me reiterate one more thing... This competition will select qualified warriors... The age limit is just to protect you. If some of you can get the referee's approval of magic power...then you can become a warrior other than ten school warriors, and the age-restricted magic will not work..."
The little wizards shouted loudly, as if they had won a battle.
Professor McGonagall cleared her throat very loudly, and she finally stopped Professor Dumbledore from continuing to speak.
"Albus, I can't allow this to happen...it's not what you said earlier."
The two were arguing and discussing quietly on the rostrum, and it took a long time before they calmed down.
Dumbledore spoke again and said,
"In short, although everyone has the opportunity, only the most outstanding students are not restricted by the magic of age... to get this opportunity."
"Of course, this condition also applies to all the magic schools...Demu Strong, Beauxbaton, Ilvemorny, Japan's Magic Shrine, Brazil's Castrobushe, Africa's Wagado, Sri Lanka's Yami Society from New Zealand, Egypt's Nile River Temple, and the Ninth Religion Mystery Management Office from China... These nine magic schools can use this method to expand their number of participants."
"The delegations from these nine schools will arrive at Hogwarts first in October and spend most of the school year with us. I hope... when our foreign guests arrive and stay here, you will be warm and friendly."
"In addition... the Ministry of Magic will send staff to assist our faculty and staff in handling the affairs of this grand event... At that time, it is likely to disturb your study and life, so..."
Dumbledore looked at Professor McGonagall.
She straightened her face and continued very seriously, "...so you have to face a heavy study load starting tomorrow... Well, it's getting late now, you should go to bed early, and tomorrow morning you will be refreshed and clear-headed for class... Go to bed, go to bed."
After Dumbledore and Professor McGonagall finished talking, there were clicks, clicks, clicks... in the dining room.The stools kept moving, making a loud noise, and the students were driven out of the auditorium and into the foyer by Hagrid and Filch.
Harry and the others rushed to the stairs with the crowd. (The magic elevator is being refurbished, it seems, for the arrival of other wizarding schools...Hogwarts has undergone another renovation, and it has not been completed until now.)
In the crowd, Harry was extremely careful to avoid the two Klingway brothers, for fear that the two little wizards would discuss their own affairs fanatically again, and directly regard themselves as Hogwarts warriors.
Although Harry had such a plan in mind, thinking about it in his heart...and declaring it face to face, these are purely two different things.
George and Fred kept muttering and discussing, ... what is the referee of this game, and what Dumbledore said is needed to be able to offset the age-restricted magic.
"Could it be... to get some excellent grades in the [Ordinary Wizarding Level Examination]?"
"No, probably not!"
"Oh no!"
The two of you and I say it like a sitcom performance.
The expression on his face was so rich that it made all the Gryffindor students around him laugh.
"If that's the case... Hermione, you should be able to be a candidate for the competition other than those ten warriors," Ron said amusedly.
However, Hermione obviously didn't care about the competition, and she muttered the names of the other nine wizarding schools that Professor Dumbledore had mentioned.
"Wagadou, Ilvermorny, Magical Shrine... I know all of these... But the Nile River Temple in Egypt, and the Sri Lanka Secret Society in New Zealand... I have never heard of it. There is also the Ninth Office of Religious and Mysterious Affairs in China?"
"This is a school? I can't believe it!"
"Indeed, it sounds like the name of a Muggle government office... These Chinese, or East Asian wizards are really strange..."
Harry thought of the performances of various countries during the opening ceremony of the Quidditch final. Wizards in East Asia were indeed different from them... Not to mention the unique performance of Chinese wizards galloping on flying swords. Although that kind of performance seemed very strange to Harry, it was indeed very imposing and shocking.
But...the performances of the Japanese wizards...it's very painful.
Can't understand! !
Harry thought of that spooky dance, and the bone-chilling chill made his scalp tingle.
Although he didn't understand the connotation, he was greatly shocked.
I didn't expect that the performance at the opening ceremony could be done like this.
Harry shuddered, and the penetrating feeling was still spreading on his back. According to McGuffin's words... It really deserves to be a "big core" nation. After the brain circuit is mutated, it is different.
The opening ceremony can still be done like this! !
"Harry, I heard what Professor McGonagall said... Next Saturday night, Professor Binns will talk about the origin and development of these schools, the current situation, and the customs and habits of wizards there...Ron, Harry, you will go and see it too?"
Hermione was clearly interested.
"Uh..." Harry and Ron looked at each other, not knowing how to answer Hermione's question.
Although they are indeed very interested in these foreign magic schools, they will never waste their time on a history class of magic schools taught by Professor Binns.
His teaching style is familiar to everyone... boring, rambling... buzzing, like the best lullaby.
They bet that within 5 minutes of class...more than half of the students would fall asleep in various positions.
If this is the case, why not catch up on sleeping in the dormitory?At least I won't drool, and my arms won't hurt when I sleep.
Fortunately, George came to interrupt, so that Hermione did not continue to ask, "Harry, if we can fool the referee, will you participate?"
"That's right. When will McGuffin come back, his strength should be able to be admitted by the referee? After all, he even directly..."
Fred raised his eyebrows and said.
That's right, MacGuffin is very strong, even stronger than ordinary wizards.
Harry Ron couldn't help but think of this friend of his. This guy mastered all kinds of messy magic far beyond ordinary students. They guessed that even the Aurors of the Ministry of Magic might not be able to beat him.
"I don't know...he's recuperating now, so he probably won't be back in time for October!" Ron stroked the layer of short hair on his head with an ugly expression on his face.
Hermione shivered, and she also remembered that unlucky encounter, and her face immediately became gloomy.
Fred continued to ask without winking, "What's the matter with McGuffin? What happened in St. Mungo's... You have kept silent until now, and you haven't told us anything."
Fortunately, George was facing Harry Ron. Seeing the two of them making eye contact, he immediately stopped Fred from continuing to die.
Soon, they came to the entrance of the Gryffindor tower, answered the fat lady's password 'nonsense', and entered the common room.
The circular common room is filled with various tables and soft armchairs. Outside the newly renovated large glass curtain wall last year...the rainwater flows like a water curtain. Correspondingly, in the fireplace on the opposite wall...there is a crackling fire, warming the atmosphere.
This warm atmosphere didn't make Hermione feel much better. She pulled her 'short hair', said goodbye to Harry and the others indifferently, turned around the spiral staircase, and went back to the girls' dormitory.
Harry, Ron, and Neville climbed the last spiral staircase to the dormitory at the top of the tower. Six four-poster beds were placed in various places, and five luggage had been placed beside their respective beds.
Sure enough, the McGuffin's bed did not move at all.
Seamus, Dean was already lying on the bed and started to sleep.
Harry Ron, Neville also changed into his pajamas and climbed into bed.
There were bursts of thunder outside, and the raging wind caused the glass to vibrate constantly, and the raindrops crackled on it, and then gathered into a stream of water.
None of Harry and the others fell asleep, and the grand party described by Professor Dumbledore... made them feel very excited.
After a long time, with the sound of the wind and rain outside, like never ending, Harry's drowsiness began to flood his brain.
Many images blurred in his mind, all strange and bizarre...
Harry dreamed that he became a contestant other than the ten warriors... All the teachers and students in the school were cheering for him to win the trophy... Ron and Hermione kept applauding for him... Even McGuffin admitted that he was not as good as himself, he was convinced...
But then things began to take a turn for the worse. First, when McGuffin was congratulating, he was suddenly attacked by a child who looked like a snake, and a green light flashed...MacGuffin fell to the ground just like that...The monster rushed over and grabbed Harry's neck tightly, making Harry breathless. Then he saw that on the bald head with a snake-like face, he saw many palm-sized small Guffins singing and dancing on it...
Then Harry fell into the extremely underworld dance of the Japanese wizard...
He danced and danced with these guys...and then...suddenly...
--coax!
Suddenly, Harry felt two heads popping out from his left and right sides, both of which had snake-like faces.
They are constantly rambling on and on, persuading them that they should participate in the 'Top Ten Tournament'...
Then, countless palm-sized little Griffins jumped out in an instant, saying that they must give Harry a haircut with three heads...
Just when Harry refused to agree, bald Dumbledore, bald Hermione, bald Ron... the first-class bald Professor McGonagall, bald Hagrid...all the people Harry knew jumped out of the darkness, the big and small bald heads glowing coldly, haha sneered...
In the end, it was a series of terrifying roars that came and went in the dream that woke Harry up.
At this time, the storm outside was much smaller.
He was in a cold sweat now, and he was shaking as he sat up.
After being stunned for a long time, he could only turn over and fell asleep again.
When he woke up the next day, Harry was fuzzy, almost forgetting the dream.
(End of this chapter)
"...I don't think you understand what the 'Top Ten Tournament' really is..." said Dumbledore.
"So let me give you a little explanation now... The 'Triwizard Tournament' was planned by the Ministry of Magic of each country and the International Association of Magic based on the 'Triwizard Tournament'."
"As for the Triwizard Tournament...it's an ancient event."
"700 years ago, there was a friendly competition between the three largest magic schools in Europe to determine the best wizard among them...to test the courage, wisdom, magical strength, and perseverance of the students...only the best wizard will win the final competition."
"These three schools are: Hogwarts, Beauxbatons and Demu Strong...Of course, this is also one of the three schools that will participate in this competition. Other magic schools...If you are interested...Professor Binns will open a special class and tell the detailed history of each magic school in the world for us to understand..."
"Okay, let's go back to the competition... Well, where did I say it? Ah, yes, the Triwizard Tournament... This competition is held every five years, and the three schools take turns hosting it. Everyone believes that this kind of competition has improved the strength of each school and enabled effective and smooth communication in the magic world. This is the best way to improve the level of magic in the magic world of various countries..."
"But later... because there were too many deaths, the game was interrupted."
"But now...the modern magic system has been systematically developed, and we already have enough magic spells to ensure the safety of the players. We think...the time is ripe to try to resume the Tournament."
"And the time has come for the magic world to unite. The Minister of Magic, Cornelius Fudge and I, as well as many fellow wizards, all agree...like hundreds of years ago, inviting magic schools all over the world to promote exchanges between young wizard students in the magic world in different countries will make our magic world more harmonious...and make the world more progressive and peaceful."
"Of course, we and the Aurors of the Ministry of Magic will do a lot of work to ensure that no warrior's life will be in danger!"
Dumbledore explained to all the students.
None of the students in the auditorium made a sound. Many people knew about this incident, but after hearing it with their own ears, they still felt emotional.
If he wins the competition trophy... Not to mention the bonus, just letting his name spread among wizards all over the world is enough to make them excited.
They watched Dumbledore feverishly, fantasizing about being the champions who would win the match.
"In October, the principals of each magic school will lead their carefully selected competitors. The magic ceremony for selecting the warriors will be held on Halloween. At that time, under the watchful eyes of the four most impartial referees, we will choose who will become the warriors... Ten warriors will participate in this greatest event in history, competing for the competition trophy... Not only the honor, but also a bonus of five thousand gold Galleons, and a mysterious magic prize of equivalent value!"
After Dumbledore announced the amount of the bonus, the entire auditorium immediately exploded.
Almost all the students were yelling and discussing the competition.
Such a huge honor and bonus almost made everyone's eyes red.
"You're kidding!" George choked Fred's neck and yelled loudly. "Five thousand gold Galleons! Five thousand! It's enough to buy... more than half of Zoko's magic joke shop."
Although Fred couldn't breathe because of difficulty breathing, his eyes rolled white, but he still muttered, "I want to participate, I want to participate!"
Ron even banged on the long table in front of him.
Even Harry's face was glowing with excitement, imagining himself lifting the trophy.
Perhaps only Hermione said worriedly, "The death toll...the game was canceled...Merlin! Isn't this kind of competition too dangerous?"
The others ignored Hermione.
When Dumbledore spoke again, the silence in the auditorium was only the patter of raindrops outside and the rumble of thunder echoing.
"I know you are all eager to win a trophy for Hogwarts...but you know that although we have done our best to keep every brave man safe, this competition is fundamentally an adventure and a competition based on magical prowess...All the Ministry of Magic and the schools have agreed that there will be an age limit for this year's competitors. Only 17 years old - only students who are 17 years old and over will be allowed to enter."
Dumbledore's words made most of the students in the audience very dissatisfied, and some even made loud noises angrily.
"I know some of you will be very unhappy with this measure. However, it was our unanimous decision..."
"What us!... We didn't ask for this at all!" The Weasley brothers squeezed their throats and growled loudly.
Many people agreed and echoed again and again.
For a while, the auditorium became noisy.
Dumbledore had to stretch out his arms and press his hands down, causing deafening thunder in the auditorium out of thin air, which made the little wizards slightly calm down.
"This measure is very necessary. However, I know that some of you are secretly trying to sign up... Let me reiterate one more thing... This competition will select qualified warriors... The age limit is just to protect you. If some of you can get the referee's approval of magic power...then you can become a warrior other than ten school warriors, and the age-restricted magic will not work..."
The little wizards shouted loudly, as if they had won a battle.
Professor McGonagall cleared her throat very loudly, and she finally stopped Professor Dumbledore from continuing to speak.
"Albus, I can't allow this to happen...it's not what you said earlier."
The two were arguing and discussing quietly on the rostrum, and it took a long time before they calmed down.
Dumbledore spoke again and said,
"In short, although everyone has the opportunity, only the most outstanding students are not restricted by the magic of age... to get this opportunity."
"Of course, this condition also applies to all the magic schools...Demu Strong, Beauxbaton, Ilvemorny, Japan's Magic Shrine, Brazil's Castrobushe, Africa's Wagado, Sri Lanka's Yami Society from New Zealand, Egypt's Nile River Temple, and the Ninth Religion Mystery Management Office from China... These nine magic schools can use this method to expand their number of participants."
"The delegations from these nine schools will arrive at Hogwarts first in October and spend most of the school year with us. I hope... when our foreign guests arrive and stay here, you will be warm and friendly."
"In addition... the Ministry of Magic will send staff to assist our faculty and staff in handling the affairs of this grand event... At that time, it is likely to disturb your study and life, so..."
Dumbledore looked at Professor McGonagall.
She straightened her face and continued very seriously, "...so you have to face a heavy study load starting tomorrow... Well, it's getting late now, you should go to bed early, and tomorrow morning you will be refreshed and clear-headed for class... Go to bed, go to bed."
After Dumbledore and Professor McGonagall finished talking, there were clicks, clicks, clicks... in the dining room.The stools kept moving, making a loud noise, and the students were driven out of the auditorium and into the foyer by Hagrid and Filch.
Harry and the others rushed to the stairs with the crowd. (The magic elevator is being refurbished, it seems, for the arrival of other wizarding schools...Hogwarts has undergone another renovation, and it has not been completed until now.)
In the crowd, Harry was extremely careful to avoid the two Klingway brothers, for fear that the two little wizards would discuss their own affairs fanatically again, and directly regard themselves as Hogwarts warriors.
Although Harry had such a plan in mind, thinking about it in his heart...and declaring it face to face, these are purely two different things.
George and Fred kept muttering and discussing, ... what is the referee of this game, and what Dumbledore said is needed to be able to offset the age-restricted magic.
"Could it be... to get some excellent grades in the [Ordinary Wizarding Level Examination]?"
"No, probably not!"
"Oh no!"
The two of you and I say it like a sitcom performance.
The expression on his face was so rich that it made all the Gryffindor students around him laugh.
"If that's the case... Hermione, you should be able to be a candidate for the competition other than those ten warriors," Ron said amusedly.
However, Hermione obviously didn't care about the competition, and she muttered the names of the other nine wizarding schools that Professor Dumbledore had mentioned.
"Wagadou, Ilvermorny, Magical Shrine... I know all of these... But the Nile River Temple in Egypt, and the Sri Lanka Secret Society in New Zealand... I have never heard of it. There is also the Ninth Office of Religious and Mysterious Affairs in China?"
"This is a school? I can't believe it!"
"Indeed, it sounds like the name of a Muggle government office... These Chinese, or East Asian wizards are really strange..."
Harry thought of the performances of various countries during the opening ceremony of the Quidditch final. Wizards in East Asia were indeed different from them... Not to mention the unique performance of Chinese wizards galloping on flying swords. Although that kind of performance seemed very strange to Harry, it was indeed very imposing and shocking.
But...the performances of the Japanese wizards...it's very painful.
Can't understand! !
Harry thought of that spooky dance, and the bone-chilling chill made his scalp tingle.
Although he didn't understand the connotation, he was greatly shocked.
I didn't expect that the performance at the opening ceremony could be done like this.
Harry shuddered, and the penetrating feeling was still spreading on his back. According to McGuffin's words... It really deserves to be a "big core" nation. After the brain circuit is mutated, it is different.
The opening ceremony can still be done like this! !
"Harry, I heard what Professor McGonagall said... Next Saturday night, Professor Binns will talk about the origin and development of these schools, the current situation, and the customs and habits of wizards there...Ron, Harry, you will go and see it too?"
Hermione was clearly interested.
"Uh..." Harry and Ron looked at each other, not knowing how to answer Hermione's question.
Although they are indeed very interested in these foreign magic schools, they will never waste their time on a history class of magic schools taught by Professor Binns.
His teaching style is familiar to everyone... boring, rambling... buzzing, like the best lullaby.
They bet that within 5 minutes of class...more than half of the students would fall asleep in various positions.
If this is the case, why not catch up on sleeping in the dormitory?At least I won't drool, and my arms won't hurt when I sleep.
Fortunately, George came to interrupt, so that Hermione did not continue to ask, "Harry, if we can fool the referee, will you participate?"
"That's right. When will McGuffin come back, his strength should be able to be admitted by the referee? After all, he even directly..."
Fred raised his eyebrows and said.
That's right, MacGuffin is very strong, even stronger than ordinary wizards.
Harry Ron couldn't help but think of this friend of his. This guy mastered all kinds of messy magic far beyond ordinary students. They guessed that even the Aurors of the Ministry of Magic might not be able to beat him.
"I don't know...he's recuperating now, so he probably won't be back in time for October!" Ron stroked the layer of short hair on his head with an ugly expression on his face.
Hermione shivered, and she also remembered that unlucky encounter, and her face immediately became gloomy.
Fred continued to ask without winking, "What's the matter with McGuffin? What happened in St. Mungo's... You have kept silent until now, and you haven't told us anything."
Fortunately, George was facing Harry Ron. Seeing the two of them making eye contact, he immediately stopped Fred from continuing to die.
Soon, they came to the entrance of the Gryffindor tower, answered the fat lady's password 'nonsense', and entered the common room.
The circular common room is filled with various tables and soft armchairs. Outside the newly renovated large glass curtain wall last year...the rainwater flows like a water curtain. Correspondingly, in the fireplace on the opposite wall...there is a crackling fire, warming the atmosphere.
This warm atmosphere didn't make Hermione feel much better. She pulled her 'short hair', said goodbye to Harry and the others indifferently, turned around the spiral staircase, and went back to the girls' dormitory.
Harry, Ron, and Neville climbed the last spiral staircase to the dormitory at the top of the tower. Six four-poster beds were placed in various places, and five luggage had been placed beside their respective beds.
Sure enough, the McGuffin's bed did not move at all.
Seamus, Dean was already lying on the bed and started to sleep.
Harry Ron, Neville also changed into his pajamas and climbed into bed.
There were bursts of thunder outside, and the raging wind caused the glass to vibrate constantly, and the raindrops crackled on it, and then gathered into a stream of water.
None of Harry and the others fell asleep, and the grand party described by Professor Dumbledore... made them feel very excited.
After a long time, with the sound of the wind and rain outside, like never ending, Harry's drowsiness began to flood his brain.
Many images blurred in his mind, all strange and bizarre...
Harry dreamed that he became a contestant other than the ten warriors... All the teachers and students in the school were cheering for him to win the trophy... Ron and Hermione kept applauding for him... Even McGuffin admitted that he was not as good as himself, he was convinced...
But then things began to take a turn for the worse. First, when McGuffin was congratulating, he was suddenly attacked by a child who looked like a snake, and a green light flashed...MacGuffin fell to the ground just like that...The monster rushed over and grabbed Harry's neck tightly, making Harry breathless. Then he saw that on the bald head with a snake-like face, he saw many palm-sized small Guffins singing and dancing on it...
Then Harry fell into the extremely underworld dance of the Japanese wizard...
He danced and danced with these guys...and then...suddenly...
--coax!
Suddenly, Harry felt two heads popping out from his left and right sides, both of which had snake-like faces.
They are constantly rambling on and on, persuading them that they should participate in the 'Top Ten Tournament'...
Then, countless palm-sized little Griffins jumped out in an instant, saying that they must give Harry a haircut with three heads...
Just when Harry refused to agree, bald Dumbledore, bald Hermione, bald Ron... the first-class bald Professor McGonagall, bald Hagrid...all the people Harry knew jumped out of the darkness, the big and small bald heads glowing coldly, haha sneered...
In the end, it was a series of terrifying roars that came and went in the dream that woke Harry up.
At this time, the storm outside was much smaller.
He was in a cold sweat now, and he was shaking as he sat up.
After being stunned for a long time, he could only turn over and fell asleep again.
When he woke up the next day, Harry was fuzzy, almost forgetting the dream.
(End of this chapter)
