Chapter 531 531. Harry's Dream

"... In short, after this, Voldemort and the Death Eaters have all been brought to justice, but there are still some hidden dangers."

After listening to Scott's story, the members of the "Tower of Babel" in the conference room fell into a temporary silence.

"Harry..."

Angelina frowned, obviously very worried about Harry's current situation.

"Trust him." Fred said with a smile, "He is the 'boy who survived'."

"Professor Dumbledore will definitely be able to solve this matter." Alia is very confident in the old headmaster.

Angelina nodded at first, and suddenly her face fell again.

"It's over..." She held her head with both hands and wailed in pain, "This year's Quidditch!"

"..."

Others looked at her speechlessly.

George said in an exaggerated tone: "Anthus, Angelina, I know you have inherited Wood's captaincy, but please don't inherit his madness."

Angelina ignored him, but looked at Scott with burning eyes, "Tell me, can Harry play in the game later?"

"This..."

Scott dare not guarantee it.

"You should ask him."

Knock, knock.

Roger suddenly knocked on the table, "Hey, this is the first official meeting of the 'Tower of Babel' organization, not the pre-war meeting of the Gryffindor Quidditch team!"

"That's right." Eddie agreed, "Let's talk about business."

He coughed a few times to attract everyone's attention.

"Let me tell you my opinion first. What we need to do now is to slowly expand the scale of the organization,"

As he said, he took out a notebook and flipped through a few pages.

"I think we can start from the following points."

"First, the expansion of the organization's members."

"Each of us can use words to test the friends around us to see if there are like-minded partners."

"If the other party is suitable, we can introduce our organization."

"Second, it is the expansion of the organization's influence."

"The way I can think of is to use Scott's influence to start to subtly promote our ideas."

"After the Triwizard Tournament last school year, Scott has initially gained some influence in the magic world, but this is not enough."

"This time is a good opportunity."

"Since Minister Bones promised to help Scott apply for the Order of Merlin First Class, then Scott's contributions will not be missed in the official publicity of this victory."

Fred smiled and said, "Oh, after these contributions are announced, Scott's admirers will definitely become more."

"That's right." Eddie looked at Scott, "When the time comes, there will definitely be reporters visiting you, and you can take the opportunity to reveal some of our organization's ideas."

Roger reminded, "Of course, be more tactful and don't say it directly."

"I know." Scott nodded.

"As for other publicity tasks, leave it to me."

Eddie closed the notebook.

"I'm an expert in this area, and I also have a pen name that can be published in the Daily Prophet."

"Of course, it's most appropriate to leave it to you." Scott agreed very much.

"I can also help." Luna said, "We can also publish articles in my father's "The Quibbler."

Scott asked her curiously, "Will Mr. Lovegood be interested in our ideas?"

"Oh, I think so." Luna blinked, "He likes everything new and interesting."

Scott asked, "Have you not told him yet?"

Luna shook her head, "No, I thought it needed to be kept secret."

"Then you can talk to him." Scott said, "No need to keep it secret from your family."

"Oh, I will write to my father." Luna smiled happily.

Scott also smiled, and then looked at others.

"Everyone can speak out if they have any ideas."

"I..." Milton said, "I think the admission of new members still needs a review ceremony."

Roger said, "Then let the members other than the recommender raise their hands to vote. Only wizards who get the majority of "yes votes" can be allowed to join our organization."

Milton nodded in agreement, "That's good."

"But this can only be done in the early stage." Scott said, "Our goal is very ambitious, and "Tower of Babel" cannot always be a small organization."

Fred said, "Let's talk about the future later. It's good now."

"That's right." Scott smiled, "We will improve it step by step."

At this time, Helena spoke.

"I will talk to other ghosts about related topics. Maybe some ghosts will be interested in our goals."

Scott said to her, "Then I'll trouble you."

If there are other ghosts who are willing to join, he will not refuse.

Although ghosts have great restrictions, they can also do many things that living people cannot do.

For example, they can ignore terrain restrictions and come and go freely anywhere. Even the protective magic of Hogwarts cannot stop ghosts from visiting.

They have unique advantages in transmitting messages and obtaining intelligence.

"There are more ghosts in the magic world than you think." Helena said, "This is because some ghosts don't like to meet living people."

"Oh, don't they get lonely?" George asked curiously.

Helena smiled slightly, "Ghosts often have various gatherings."

"Cool!"

Fred and George commented in unison.

"Anything else to say?" Scott asked.

Everyone shook their heads.

"Then let's adjourn the meeting," Scott announced.

Seeing everyone stand up, Scott reminded again, "Please pretend not to know anything about Harry. It's best not to reveal anything in front of him."

"Oh..." Angelina said distressedly, "This is a bit difficult."

Fred held her hand and said, "Just treat him as normal. He must be under a lot of pressure."

"Don't worry, at least he can have fun on the Quidditch pitch." George also held Aria's hand.

Angelina agreed, "It is."

Alia also said: "The happiest Harry I've ever seen is on the court."

"Especially when Gryffindor wins."

The two girls smiled tacitly, shook off their boyfriend's hands, and walked towards the door hand in hand.

Roger smiled and said to the twins who were looking at each other, "You two can also walk hand in hand."

"Oh, go find your caccini, Roger."

"I heard that Krum is still writing to Caccini."

The twins took out the Voldemort mask and put it on, gave Roger two funny Dark Lord faces, and then walked away arm in arm.

After leaving the Room of Requirement, Scott returned to the dormitory with his roommates.

Before getting ready to take a shower, Scott looked at the ring on his left index finger.

He still hasn't confirmed Ymir's status.

At that time, he asked Ymir to resist Voldemort, and then directly closed the space passage of the "Niflheim" secret realm.

Although Ymir can return to the different space where it was originally located on its own, Scott is not sure whether Voldemort has caused any damage to it.

Let's go to the Forbidden Forest tomorrow to summon Ymir and have a look.

Thinking like this, Scott took a shower first, and then lay on the bed in his pajamas.

The roommates thought he was tired, so they didn't bother him with anything.

But Scott was in no rush to sleep.

He wanted to try if he could see Merlin again in his dream.

If he could meet Merlin, he might be able to solve Harry's problems.

Otherwise, this kind of feeling that although something has been completed, there is still a little tail left that cannot be solved...

It's like closing the paper at the last question of the exam.

It was like running ninety-nine meters from a hundred meters, and the track collapsed in the last meter.

It was unbearable.

Anyway, Scott muttered it like a magician for a while before going to bed.

Of course, to prevent his roommates from thinking he was crazy, he lowered the bed curtains and cast a soundproofing spell.

Finally, he met Merlin in his dream as he wished.

Is it so smart?

Still in the boundless sea of flowers, Scott looked with some surprise at Merlin, who appeared as a handsome white-haired young man floating in the air.

"Don't you want to see me?"

Merlin looked askance at Scott.

"What are you surprised about now?"

"Sorry." Scott said, "I didn't expect..."

He really didn't expect that Merlin would appear so easily like a summoned beast.

Merlin narrowed his eyes and showed a fox-like smile, "Oh, child, are you thinking of something rude?"

"Feel sorry."

Scott lowered his head and apologized crisply.

Merlin was still smiling, "I thought you could quibble?"

Haha, is there any point in lying and sophistry in front of Merlin?

Scott thought as a bachelor.

He even suspected that in this dream world, all his thoughts were transparent to Merlin.

"It's not that powerful." Merlin waved his hand, "I can just detect some of your emotions."

This is considered self-exposure.

Scott thought again.

If you didn't know what I was thinking, how could you answer so accurately and promptly?

Merlin took up his inner rant again.

"It's just a matter of inferring your thoughts based on your emotions and expressions. It's very simple."

Not simple...

Scott stopped his inner rant.

He quickly got down to business, "You must know why I want to see you."

"Yes I know."

Merlin crossed his arms and looked at him condescendingly.

"You want to help the boy who was made into a Horcrux?"

Scott nodded, "If that's okay."

"Um……"

Merlin, who was suspended in the air, moved and floated around Scott, seemingly observing him.

Finally, he floated in front of Scott and stopped.

"You don't seem to be such an enthusiastic person."

"I just want this matter to have a definite ending as soon as possible." Scott told the truth, "It's really not easy for Harry."

"Yes, that's a poor child." Merlin nodded in agreement, "He started experiencing ups and downs soon after he was born."

Although he spoke sympathetic words, the constant smile on his face made it impossible for Scott to recognize his true emotions.

"Do you have any solution?" Scott asked again.

"Let me think about it..."

Merlin rested his chin on his hand, seemed to really think about it for a moment, and then nodded.

"some."

Scott asked, "What should we do?"

Merlin tilted his head, "I can help, but why should I help?"

"This..." Scott was speechless.

"That boy is indeed special, but not special enough for me."

Merlin said in a teasing tone.

"Moreover, this is like a novel. I opened it and wanted to see the end without any interruption."

“Whether the story turns out to be a tragedy or a comedy, I’m interested.”

"..."

Scott was still speechless.

All British wizards, do you know that Merlin, whom you often talk about, is such a nasty person?

"Are you thinking of something rude again?"

Merlin said, and the long staff in his hand knocked Scott on the head without warning.

"Feel sorry."

Scott once again apologized decisively.

"It doesn't matter."

Merlin was still smiling and didn't care.

He asked again, "Do you really want to help Harry Potter?"

"Yes." Scott nodded, "But only under the premise of not endangering yourself."

"I appreciate your honesty in this moment."

Merlin waved the long staff that looked like an ornament in his hand.

"Just think of it as a reward for you..."

The fragrance of the flowers was refreshing, and countless petals gathered together as he waved the staff, flying up and down, forming an illusory space passage.

"Let's go."

Merlin flew towards the space passage.

"This is the gateway to that boy's dream."

Scott hesitated for two seconds and followed Merlin into the illusory passage.

Suddenly, Scott found himself sitting in a high-speed train carriage.

Looking at the familiar layout inside the carriage, he determined that the train in Harry's dream was based on the Hogwarts Express.

Scott, who was sitting in his seat, looked left and right, but did not see Merlin.

Scott called several times but didn't get any response.

He stood up and walked out of the compartment and found that he was in the last car of the train.

There was no one in the carriage except Scott.

Scott raised his feet and walked towards the car in front.

After passing several carriages in a row, he finally saw Harry in a carriage in the middle of the train.