Chapter 287：

"I do have something. I want to find out what the Order of the Phoenix is ​​worried about."

His eyes were deep and he said in a deep voice: "If possible, I want to know."

"On the premise of not destroying your family relationship."

"I know how to do it. In fact, I think my brothers also know something." Percy sighed helplessly and said, "It's a pity that they don't like me."

John couldn't help but shake his head when he thought about the Weasley twins' attitude towards Percy and said, "You have different pursuits. Different people are destined to find it difficult to be together peacefully."

The Weasley twins are like a pair of magpies. They chatter and flock to busy places.

They disliked Percy's routine.

As for Ron Weasley, John felt that he also disliked Percy more because of his inferiority complex.

Percy's excellence brought out Ron's mediocrity.

Under the gap, inequality will inevitably appear.

Percy came through the fireplace of the Society of Stars, where a floo network was opened.

Naturally, it is independent from the Ministry of Magic.

He stepped into the blue flames and disappeared. John looked up at the shining stars on the dome.

"More and more people are being involved."

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Chapter 314 Prophecy and Nightmare

December.

The snow was falling heavily, and a thick layer of white accumulated on the branches.

Tom was sleeping under a tree, with his legs in the air and a tongue hanging out of his mouth.

Yaya lay not far from it, with the same tongue hanging out.

After a while, the snow on the treetops crushed the branches.

A lot of snow fell on the two dogs, which made Tom excited.

It ran to the side and dug out the music box buried in the snow, and slapped the music box hard with its paws to stop playing.

Ya Ya spat out the snow in her mouth, with doubts and confusion in her eyes.

Tom held the music box in his mouth and raised his tail like a big sister.

As if to say that young dogs are in poor physical condition, this almost passed.

Shake your head and throw away the snowflakes.

Two dogs ran one behind the other outside the Forbidden Forest.

On the tree, Basil, who had just stepped on the snow, squinted his eyes with disdain on his face.

After a while, a platinum-blond head emerged from the snowdrift.

Malfoy was shivering from the cold. He went to John and complained, "Can you stop letting Tom run around with a music box? I almost died of the cold outside."

John glanced at Malfoy, who was drinking mulled wine to keep warm, and there were snowflakes on his body, and he knew what was happening without even thinking about it.

Tom took the black magic music box and used it as a sleep aid again.

That box has no fatal power, but it can put people into a deep sleep.

But Tom liked it very much.

Malfoy was originally training. After hearing the sound of the music box, he fell asleep directly outside.

If the heavy snow hadn't woken up Tom, Malfoy would have stayed out all night.

"If you can convince Tom, I'll be happy to agree." John said with a smile.

Malfoy's face darkened, and Tom didn't listen to him.

Looking up out of the window, John said: "It snows a lot this year."

"I'm not going home."

Christmas is approaching, and Malfoy has no desire to go back.

Watching his father and Voldemort collude there was even more uncomfortable than killing him.

Neville came over with a pot of mulled wine, "Draco, do you want some mulled wine?"

"Neville, did you bring the pot out of the kitchen?" Malfoy yelled strangely; "What smells so sour?"

Neville, whose nose was blocked by a tissue, said nonchalantly: "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 forward and took a deep breath. The pungent sour smell entered his nose. 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 and preparing 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 expression.

Malfoy asked doubtfully: "John?"

John said guiltily: "Forgive me, Draco."

As he spoke, Malfoy felt his body gradually cool down, until he was almost freezing.

He watched as John stood up and shouted: "No, Draco passed out from the cold, we need hot drinks."

Daphne hurried over and said, "I've prepared hot pineapple wine."

"That's great." John nodded repeatedly, and Neville couldn't bear to watch as Daphne poured the hot pineapple wine into Malfoy's mouth.

Malfoy struggled from the beginning to numbness later.

John stood up and made a sign of the cross on his chest, and said piously: "You are a great friend, Draco."

Cedric didn't know what was happening at first, but after he came over, he joined the team feeding Malfoy wine.

A pot of hot pineapple wine was finished by Malfoy.

When Malfoy recovers from the freezing state, he will fight with John as soon as possible.

Then he was beaten again by John.

Malfoy sat there and began to wonder what the meaning of life was.

"I won't be going back for Christmas either." Cedric sat down and silently pushed the pot away.

He said: "Qiu and I have made an appointment."

"Have you reconciled?" Daphne asked.

Cedric smiled and nodded, "I have indeed neglected her during this period. I am going to take her to Hogsmeade while I have time."

He shrugged and said somewhat helplessly, "Qiu gets jealous occasionally, so I think we should give her some sense of security."

Hearing what he said, Daphne's thoughts moved and she asked in a low voice, "Where are you going to take her?"

"Mrs. Puddifu's Teahouse, it's a popular place for dates."

Upon hearing this, Daphne looked at John with expectation in her eyes.

Seeing her gossip, John was stunned and asked: "Daphne, aren't you going home?"

"My father and mother went on a trip." Daphne said without blushing or heartbeat.

Astoria happened to run over. After hearing this, she said doubtfully: "When will mom and dad go..."

Daphne covered her sister's mouth and said with dangerous tenderness in her smile: "Yes, they are going to Finland for a trip, and Astoria is going with them."

Astoria couldn't resist her sister and was finally dragged away.

A week before Christmas.

John wasn't going home either. He was in the Screaming Shack, holding the day card in one hand and stroking the crystal ball with the other.

As the fluorescence on the card lit up, John's eyes were filled with pale color.

Pictures kept appearing in front of his eyes.

The card burst into flames, eventually engulfing the card.

John looked at his fingers burned by the flames, his expression slightly startled.

The crystal ball flashed with fluorescence. John looked at the scene inside and clenched his fists.

Grabbing the crystal ball and putting it in his pocket, he turned and left the Shrieking Shack.

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Harry has a nightmare.

He seemed to be hiding in a corner, looking straight at one place.

It was a man, sitting on the ground, his head hanging on his chest, his outline flickering in the dimness.

Harry approached the man.

He seemed to be something squirming, squirming on the ground and approaching that person.

The squirming movements were very fast, and he had reached the front before the person could react.

A feeling of bloodthirsty desire occupied Harry's mind, and he wanted to bite the man to death.

No, you have to restrain yourself, there are still things to do.

But the man woke up, and Harry had no choice.

He raised his body and struck the man once, twice, three times.

The sharp teeth pierced the man's skin, and his ribs were easily crushed under the teeth.

The man was in terrible pain until he became silent and collapsed in the corner.

Harry's throat rolled as he gave him the final blow.

At this moment, he felt his consciousness being dragged away to another place.

He appeared in a hood, and a silver mask appeared in front of his eyes.

He was taken out.

Silver Mask looked at himself, and in Silver Mask's hand, black silk thread wrapped around himself.

Harry felt that his soul was being pulled bit by bit.

The feeling of horror is scary.

The scar on his forehead hurt terribly, as if it was going to explode.

"Harry! Harry!"

The urgent call made Harry break free from the venue that was entangled with countless black threads.

Harry woke up. He opened his eyes and was covered in cold sweat. The sheets were wrapped around him like a tights.

The scar on his forehead seemed to have been scratched by a hot poker, causing him to hold it in pain.

Ron stood in front of the bed. He was frightened. There were several figures at the foot of the bed.

The pain made Harry lie on the bedside and vomited.

He remembered.

The person who was bitten.

Looking at Ron, Harry forced his body to stop vomiting.

"Your dad," Harry panted, feeling like his stomach would be ripped out, "something happened to your dad!"

"What?" Ron was obviously confused.