Chapter 314 Prophecy and Nightmare
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Nan Shan Dou Xi
12 month.
The snow fell heavily, and a thick layer of white accumulated on the branches.
Tom was sleeping under a tree with his legs up in the air and a tongue hanging out of his mouth.
Yaya lay not far from it, and the same tongue hung out.
After a while, the snow on the treetops crushed the branches.
A lot of snow fell on the two dogs, which made Tom startled.
It ran to the side and dug out the music box buried in the snow, and the dog's paw slapped heavily on the music box to stop playing.
Yaya spits out the snow from his mouth, with doubts and confusion in his eyes.
With the music box in his mouth, Tom raised his tail like a big sister's head.
As if to say that young dogs are poor in physique, this is almost over.
With a flick of the head, the snowflakes were flung out.
Two dogs ran one after the other around the edge of the Forbidden Forest.
On the tree, Basil, who had stepped on the snow just now, squinted his eyes with disdain on his face.
After a while, a platinum-blond head emerges from the snowdrift.
Malfoy was shivering from the cold, found John and complained: "Can you stop letting Tom run around with a music box, I almost died of cold outside."
John glanced at Malfoy, who was warming himself with mulled wine and snowflakes, and he didn't need to think about what was going on.
Tom took the black magic music box and used it as a sleep aid again.
That box has no deadly power, but it will put a person into a deep sleep.
But Tom liked it very much.
Malfoy was originally training, but after hearing the sound of the music box, he fell asleep directly outside.
If it wasn't for the heavy snow that woke Tom up, Malfoy would probably have to stay outside all night.
"If you can convince Tom, I'd be happy to agree." John said with a smile.
Malfoy's face darkened, and Tom didn't listen to himself.
Looking up out of the window, John said, "There's been a lot of snow this year."
"I'm not going home."
Christmas was approaching, and Malfoy had no desire to go back.
Watching my father and Voldemort colluding there was worse than killing him.
Neville came over with a pot of mulled wine, "Draco, do you want mulled wine?"
"Neville, did you bring out the pot from the kitchen?" Malfoy yelled; "What's so sour?"
Neville with his nose blocked by a tissue said, "This is Daphne's work, hot pineapple wine."
"Pineapple...wine?" Malfoy and John were both lost in thought.
What is pineapple wine?
Malfoy tentatively leaned over and took a deep breath, the pungent sour smell entered his nostrils, Malfoy's legs twitched, and he fell to the ground.
After he got up, he said in horror, "Take it away, take it away quickly!"
Before he finished speaking, he saw Daphne happily coming over with a spoon to share the wine with everyone.
"John, let's run away." Malfoy stretched out his hand and found that John grabbed his hand with an apologetic face.
Malfoy asked puzzled, "John?"
John said guiltily, "Forgive me, Draco."
As he said that, Malfoy felt his body gradually cooling down, until he was almost frozen.
He watched as John stood up and yelled, "No, Draco's passed out from the cold, we need a hot drink."
Daphne hurried over and said, "I have prepared hot pineapple wine."
"That's great." John nodded repeatedly, and Neville watched Daphne pouring the hot pineapple wine into Malfoy's mouth with a look of resentment.
Malfoy struggled from the beginning to numbness later.
John stood up, drew a cross on his chest, and said reverently, "You are a great friend, Draco."
Cedric didn't know what was going on at first, and when he came over, he joined the team feeding Malfoy.
A pot of mulled wine was abruptly finished by Malfoy.
When Malfoy recovered from the frozen state, he would fight John immediately.
Then he was beaten again by John.
Malfoy sat there wondering what the meaning of life was.
"I'm not going back for Christmas either." Cedric sat down and silently pushed the pot away.
He said, "I have an appointment with Qiu."
"Are you reconciled?" Daphne asked.
Cedric smiled and nodded, "I've really neglected her for a while, and I'm going to take her to Hogsmeade while I have time."
He shrugged and said helplessly, "Qiu gets jealous occasionally, I think she should be given a sense of security."
Hearing what he said, Daphne thought about it, and asked in a low voice, "Where are you going to take her?"
"Lady Puddife's Tea House, it's a great date spot."
When Daphne heard this, she looked at John with expectation.
Seeing her gossip, John was taken aback for a moment, and asked, "Daphne, are you not going home?"
"My father and mother went on a trip." Daphne said without blushing.
Astoria just ran over, and after hearing this, he said doubtfully, "When will Mom and Dad go..."
Daphne covered her sister's mouth, and said with a dangerous and gentle smile, "Yes, they are going to Finland for a trip, and Astoria will also go together."
Astoria couldn't resist her sister and was finally dragged away.
A week before Christmas.
John wasn't about to go home either, he was in the Screaming Shack, holding that eye card in his hand, stroking the crystal ball with the other.
As the fluorescent light on the card lit up, John's eyes were filled with a pale color.
Images kept appearing in front of his eyes.
The card catches fire and eventually consumes the card.
John looked at his fingers that had been burned by the flames, his expression slightly startled.
The crystal ball flashed fluorescent light, and John clenched his fists as he looked at the scene inside.
Grabbing the crystal ball and pocketing it, he turned and left the Shrieking Shack.
...
Harry was having a nightmare.
He seemed to be hiding in a corner, with his eyes fixed on one place.
It was a man, sitting on the ground with his head hanging on his chest, his silhouette flickering in the dimness.
Harry moved closer to the man.
He seemed to be wriggling, wriggling on the ground and approaching that person.
The squirming movement was fast, and it had already reached the front before the person could react.
A bloodthirsty desire took over Harry's mind, and he wanted to bite the man to death.
No, I have to restrain myself, there are still things to do.
But the man woke up, and Harry had no choice.
He reared up and hit the man, once, twice, three times.
The sharp teeth pierced the man's skin, and the ribs were easily crushed under the teeth.
The man was in terrible pain until he was silent and collapsed in the corner.
Harry was about to give him the final blow, and his throat rolled.
At this moment, he felt his consciousness being dragged away to another place.
He appeared in a hood, and the silver mask appeared before his eyes.
He was taken out.
The silver mask looked at himself, and on the silver mask's hand, the black silk thread wrapped around himself.
Harry felt that his soul was being pulled bit by bit.
Thriller is frightening.
The scar on his forehead hurt like hell, like it was going to explode.
"Harry! Harry!"
The urgent call made Harry break free from the venue surrounded by countless black silk.
Harry woke up, his eyes open, drenched in cold sweat, the sheet wrapped around him like a tights.
The scar on his forehead seemed to have been scratched by a hot poker, making him clutch in pain.
Ron stood in front of the bed, he was terrified, and there were several figures at the foot of the bed.
The pain made Harry vomit on the edge of the bed.
He remembered.
The one who got bitten.
Looking at Ron, Harry forced his body to stop vomiting.
"Your dad," Harry panted, feeling like his stomach was going to pop out, "something happened to your dad!"
"What?" Ron was obviously confused.
But Harry didn't care so much, and said painfully: "Your father was bitten, it was serious, and there was blood everywhere."
One of the roommates was so frightened by Harry's behavior that he rushed out to find Professor McGonagall.
"Calm down, buddy, you're only dreaming." Ron was dubious.
Harry yelled very manically: "No! It's not a dream!"
"I was there, I saw it, I did it!"
He looked like he was crazy, and Ron was even more convinced that he was sick.
But Harry struggled so hard that Ron couldn't hold him down.
Neville stepped forward and held him down.
Fortunately, the roommate who went out found Professor McGonagall for him.
Unlike Ron, Professor McGonagall immediately took Harry to find Dumbledore when he heard these words.
...
The snow fell heavily, and a thick layer of white accumulated on the branches.
Tom was sleeping under a tree with his legs up in the air and a tongue hanging out of his mouth.
Yaya lay not far from it, and the same tongue hung out.
After a while, the snow on the treetops crushed the branches.
A lot of snow fell on the two dogs, which made Tom startled.
It ran to the side and dug out the music box buried in the snow, and the dog's paw slapped heavily on the music box to stop playing.
Yaya spits out the snow from his mouth, with doubts and confusion in his eyes.
With the music box in his mouth, Tom raised his tail like a big sister's head.
As if to say that young dogs are poor in physique, this is almost over.
With a flick of the head, the snowflakes were flung out.
Two dogs ran one after the other around the edge of the Forbidden Forest.
On the tree, Basil, who had stepped on the snow just now, squinted his eyes with disdain on his face.
After a while, a platinum-blond head emerges from the snowdrift.
Malfoy was shivering from the cold, found John and complained: "Can you stop letting Tom run around with a music box, I almost died of cold outside."
John glanced at Malfoy, who was warming himself with mulled wine and snowflakes, and he didn't need to think about what was going on.
Tom took the black magic music box and used it as a sleep aid again.
That box has no deadly power, but it will put a person into a deep sleep.
But Tom liked it very much.
Malfoy was originally training, but after hearing the sound of the music box, he fell asleep directly outside.
If it wasn't for the heavy snow that woke Tom up, Malfoy would probably have to stay outside all night.
"If you can convince Tom, I'd be happy to agree." John said with a smile.
Malfoy's face darkened, and Tom didn't listen to himself.
Looking up out of the window, John said, "There's been a lot of snow this year."
"I'm not going home."
Christmas was approaching, and Malfoy had no desire to go back.
Watching my father and Voldemort colluding there was worse than killing him.
Neville came over with a pot of mulled wine, "Draco, do you want mulled wine?"
"Neville, did you bring out the pot from the kitchen?" Malfoy yelled; "What's so sour?"
Neville with his nose blocked by a tissue said, "This is Daphne's work, hot pineapple wine."
"Pineapple...wine?" Malfoy and John were both lost in thought.
What is pineapple wine?
Malfoy tentatively leaned over and took a deep breath, the pungent sour smell entered his nostrils, Malfoy's legs twitched, and he fell to the ground.
After he got up, he said in horror, "Take it away, take it away quickly!"
Before he finished speaking, he saw Daphne happily coming over with a spoon to share the wine with everyone.
"John, let's run away." Malfoy stretched out his hand and found that John grabbed his hand with an apologetic face.
Malfoy asked puzzled, "John?"
John said guiltily, "Forgive me, Draco."
As he said that, Malfoy felt his body gradually cooling down, until he was almost frozen.
He watched as John stood up and yelled, "No, Draco's passed out from the cold, we need a hot drink."
Daphne hurried over and said, "I have prepared hot pineapple wine."
"That's great." John nodded repeatedly, and Neville watched Daphne pouring the hot pineapple wine into Malfoy's mouth with a look of resentment.
Malfoy struggled from the beginning to numbness later.
John stood up, drew a cross on his chest, and said reverently, "You are a great friend, Draco."
Cedric didn't know what was going on at first, and when he came over, he joined the team feeding Malfoy.
A pot of mulled wine was abruptly finished by Malfoy.
When Malfoy recovered from the frozen state, he would fight John immediately.
Then he was beaten again by John.
Malfoy sat there wondering what the meaning of life was.
"I'm not going back for Christmas either." Cedric sat down and silently pushed the pot away.
He said, "I have an appointment with Qiu."
"Are you reconciled?" Daphne asked.
Cedric smiled and nodded, "I've really neglected her for a while, and I'm going to take her to Hogsmeade while I have time."
He shrugged and said helplessly, "Qiu gets jealous occasionally, I think she should be given a sense of security."
Hearing what he said, Daphne thought about it, and asked in a low voice, "Where are you going to take her?"
"Lady Puddife's Tea House, it's a great date spot."
When Daphne heard this, she looked at John with expectation.
Seeing her gossip, John was taken aback for a moment, and asked, "Daphne, are you not going home?"
"My father and mother went on a trip." Daphne said without blushing.
Astoria just ran over, and after hearing this, he said doubtfully, "When will Mom and Dad go..."
Daphne covered her sister's mouth, and said with a dangerous and gentle smile, "Yes, they are going to Finland for a trip, and Astoria will also go together."
Astoria couldn't resist her sister and was finally dragged away.
A week before Christmas.
John wasn't about to go home either, he was in the Screaming Shack, holding that eye card in his hand, stroking the crystal ball with the other.
As the fluorescent light on the card lit up, John's eyes were filled with a pale color.
Images kept appearing in front of his eyes.
The card catches fire and eventually consumes the card.
John looked at his fingers that had been burned by the flames, his expression slightly startled.
The crystal ball flashed fluorescent light, and John clenched his fists as he looked at the scene inside.
Grabbing the crystal ball and pocketing it, he turned and left the Shrieking Shack.
...
Harry was having a nightmare.
He seemed to be hiding in a corner, with his eyes fixed on one place.
It was a man, sitting on the ground with his head hanging on his chest, his silhouette flickering in the dimness.
Harry moved closer to the man.
He seemed to be wriggling, wriggling on the ground and approaching that person.
The squirming movement was fast, and it had already reached the front before the person could react.
A bloodthirsty desire took over Harry's mind, and he wanted to bite the man to death.
No, I have to restrain myself, there are still things to do.
But the man woke up, and Harry had no choice.
He reared up and hit the man, once, twice, three times.
The sharp teeth pierced the man's skin, and the ribs were easily crushed under the teeth.
The man was in terrible pain until he was silent and collapsed in the corner.
Harry was about to give him the final blow, and his throat rolled.
At this moment, he felt his consciousness being dragged away to another place.
He appeared in a hood, and the silver mask appeared before his eyes.
He was taken out.
The silver mask looked at himself, and on the silver mask's hand, the black silk thread wrapped around himself.
Harry felt that his soul was being pulled bit by bit.
Thriller is frightening.
The scar on his forehead hurt like hell, like it was going to explode.
"Harry! Harry!"
The urgent call made Harry break free from the venue surrounded by countless black silk.
Harry woke up, his eyes open, drenched in cold sweat, the sheet wrapped around him like a tights.
The scar on his forehead seemed to have been scratched by a hot poker, making him clutch in pain.
Ron stood in front of the bed, he was terrified, and there were several figures at the foot of the bed.
The pain made Harry vomit on the edge of the bed.
He remembered.
The one who got bitten.
Looking at Ron, Harry forced his body to stop vomiting.
"Your dad," Harry panted, feeling like his stomach was going to pop out, "something happened to your dad!"
"What?" Ron was obviously confused.
But Harry didn't care so much, and said painfully: "Your father was bitten, it was serious, and there was blood everywhere."
One of the roommates was so frightened by Harry's behavior that he rushed out to find Professor McGonagall.
"Calm down, buddy, you're only dreaming." Ron was dubious.
Harry yelled very manically: "No! It's not a dream!"
"I was there, I saw it, I did it!"
He looked like he was crazy, and Ron was even more convinced that he was sick.
But Harry struggled so hard that Ron couldn't hold him down.
Neville stepped forward and held him down.
Fortunately, the roommate who went out found Professor McGonagall for him.
Unlike Ron, Professor McGonagall immediately took Harry to find Dumbledore when he heard these words.
...
