v4 Chapter 182： Harry jumping the prophet

In the end, Hermione rejected Tom's suggestion. She didn't want to punish a person for something that was unwarranted. Tom had no choice but to accept Hermione's idea.

"Well, I'll listen to you, but in the days to come, you have to be inseparable with me, so that I can just protect you." He said sternly.

Hermione: …

"Do you want to sleep together even at night?" She looked at Tom with a half-smile, her eyes like a lake of spring water.

Tom coughed twice, indicating that this is all for your safety, Hermione, don't think about it.

"In order to protect me, you have to take safety measures~" Hermione drew a circle on Tom's stomach with her fingertips, and patted his **** with the other hand.

"Okay, okay!" Tom knocked off Hermione's claws with embarrassment.

The two did not take this matter too seriously, and returned to Hogwarts Castle hand in hand.

When night fell, the little wizards who had worked all day or all night fell asleep one after another, and Harry Potter was no exception.

Only today he was dreaming again.

The scene in his dream today is slightly different from the previous two. The difference is that this time he knows the place in the dream!

Isn't this Hogsmeade Village, he's been here several times! Even under the darkness of night, he could clearly recognize those familiar buildings.

Wait, Hogsmeade Village? ! Harry faintly sensed the problem in the dream, but since this was a dream with the color of a magic ring, he couldn't wake up immediately, and could only watch all this silently.

Having had the first two experiences, Harry knew that he was watching things from Voldemort's perspective. Today's Voldemort is in a very happy mood...

"Harry" walked into a dilapidated bar and went straight to the private room on the second floor. After opening the door, he saw two people sitting on chairs waiting for his arrival behind the door.

"Master." Seeing Voldemort entering the door, the two immediately stood up and saluted him respectfully.

"Good job, Bella."

Bella is? Harry was a little confused at first, and then he realized that Bella should be Bellatrix Lestrange who was mentioned in the newspaper, a Death Eater who is currently on the run, and Voldemort's confidant.

What is she doing here? Harry was puzzled.

Soon his doubts were answered.

"Master, I've brought the person you want, Draco, come here!" Bellatrix beckoned to the man in the corner of the room, motioning him to come forward.

The second man was in the shadows of the room and couldn't see his face clearly, but when he took two steps forward and walked out of the shadows, Harry could see his face clearly.

Harry felt himself almost awake when he saw the man's face: it was Draco Malfoy!

But he just couldn't wake up.

He watched as Malfoy was branded with the Dark Mark by Voldemort and took a wooden box from him.

"Go, my faithful servant, take the weapon I have given you, and slay my roadblocks."

"Yes, my master." Malfoy saluted seriously.

Voldemort threw his robes and left the bar room. As he left, he muttered: "Hermione Granger...Tom Yodell, and...Albus Dumbledore!"

Harry awoke with a jolt, the morning sun hitting his face and making his nose ticklish.

Nose... so itchy!

Tom opened his eyes and found the culprit in his nose discomfort: a brown curled hair.

The owner of the hair was sitting in front of the desk at this time, seriously looking at the things on a roll of parchment.

Seeing Tom wake up, Hermione frowned and called him over: "Yordle, look at what you've written in this magical history paper - the time of several goblin rebellions is completely mixed up, it's obviously just flipping through the book. Problems that can be avoided…”

It was obvious that Hermione was extremely dissatisfied with the academic **** that Tom wrote.

Tom could only show an embarrassed smile. During this period of time, he really didn't focus on his studies, and he couldn't blame him for being a young man.

He walked over to Hermione, put his arms around her neck softly, and gave her a good morning kiss.

Hermione got up a lot earlier than him, and had already washed up, her mouth was full of the fragrance of mint.

After a light kiss like a dragonfly, Hermione pushed Tom away impatiently, picked up the paper on the table with her backhand and threw it in front of Tom's eyes.

"Look at what you wrote, you might as well not write it, it will lower the scores of both of us... Here, here, and here, all have to be rewritten!" Facing homework, Hermione changed. It was so severe that Tom's kiss didn't change her attitude.

Tom stood on the side a little embarrassed and smiled shyly. He also felt a little guilty after being trained like this by Hermione. It was indeed his fault, and it was holding Hermione back. In group work, one person will be rotten, and the whole group will be affected, especially in this kind of two-person group.

"Smile, you know how to laugh! I have already corrected a part of it for you, and you can correct the rest for me before going to bed tonight." Hermione slapped the paper on the table with her legs crossed, holding a quill on the table. She wrote and drew on it, and the little leather shoes were dangling from her toes.

"Of course, promise to complete the task!" Tom patted his chest and touched his chest.

"You are serious!"

But Tom didn't listen at all, and instead stepped up. Soon, Hermione couldn't hold the quill in her hand.

"Wait, wait a minute! Oops, look at you, you've messed up the paper—"

"Well...it's okay, I'll rewrite it tonight."

Hermione was carried to the table, and soon the table shook.

…

After a long time, the two separated, Hermione wiped the stains on her legs with a tissue, and gave Tom a white look: "It was so early in the morning that I had to change my socks again..."

"Isn't there a cleaning spell?" Tom lay on Hermione's lap, showing a pleasing smile.

"Not just cleaning spells, but repairing spells," Hermione said sullenly. She quickly changed into a new pair of socks and put away the wet, wrinkled papers on the table.

"Remember to rewrite a copy and give it to me at night. There is a penalty for failing to hand it in."

After the aftermath was completed, the two came out of the Room of Requirement and rushed to the auditorium for breakfast.

Tom brought a few sausages and a big pile of bacon and roasted ham to his plate, along with a bowl of honey milk oatmeal. It wasn't over yet, he took two more slices of toast and smeared a thick layer of butter on them.

"Eating so much?" Hermione was surprised by Tom's appetite.

"That's not a person who can't get enough to feed." Tom replied in a vague way as he devoured it.

At this moment, Harry came over and sat down beside Tom.

"Tom, I have something important to tell you." He lowered his voice, wishing he could talk to Tom alone—or Hermione.

"Okay, we'll go when I finish eating—" Tom was destroying the bacon he took, and he didn't really want to leave the table for the time being.

"Turn off your earplugs and listen!" Hermione took out her wand and cast a spell around the three of them, so that the surrounding students couldn't hear their conversation.

"Very useful spell!" Harry exclaimed.

"Tell me, what's the matter?" Tom glanced at Harry, wondering why he found himself today.

"You and Hermione are in danger!" Harry shared the dream he had last night with Tom.

This time, Harry chose to jump straight into the Prophet. He killed Draco Malfoy, saying he was already a Death Eater.

"He's trying to assassinate you, first Hermione, then you, and finally Professor Dumbledore!" Harry was obviously anxious, and he was eager to make Tom and Hermione realize that they were in danger.

"I'll follow Malfoy next to find evidence that he murdered you..." Harry began to share his plans with Tom.

However, Tom didn't care, he was more concerned that, according to Harry's dream, Voldemort actually came to Hogsmeade, which is a remarkable thing.

However, this dream seems to be full of strangeness.

Tom remembered that when he saw Malfoy yesterday, it was afternoon!

"Are you sure what happened in the dream happened in the evening?" he interrupted Harry.

"Uh, yes," Harry recalled, before nodding with certainty.

"There is a curfew at Hogwarts. How do you think Draco met with the mysterious man at night? I clearly remember that he went to Hogsmeade village yesterday afternoon." Hermione also discovered Harry's dream different in.

"This..." Harry hesitated, but he firmly believed that his dream was all right, so he found a good excuse: "Maybe he knows the secret passage in and out of Hogwarts, Fred and George do not Do you know a few too? As a pure-blood wizard, isn't it normal that Malfoy knows a few secret passages?"

Tom nodded, Harry's reasoning had some truth. Malfoy could indeed take advantage of yesterday's Hogsmeade Open Day to get out of the school, meet Voldemort at night and come back through the secret passage.

But he still felt that there was a problem, because it was unnecessary.

Is Voldemort a vampire who can't act during the day? Had to wait until nightfall to meet Malfoy.

Thinking like this, a trace of worry rose in Tom's heart.

"Tom, trust me! I'll find a way to prove it to you!" Harry grabbed Tom's arm excitedly. "His target is Hermione!"

"Well, you're right." Tom agreed with Harry. In any case, attacking Hermione was not something he would tolerate.

"I have a very simple verification method." Tom smiled slightly, trying to prove that Malfoy didn't need to be tracked to do bad things. The Dark Mark on his arm was iron proof.

"Find Malfoy, take a look at his left arm, and the truth will come to light." Tom gave a very simple, direct, and even rude method.

As we all know, Death Eaters will have the Dark Mark on their left arm, so the one with the Dark Mark on their arm is basically a Death Eater.

Harry: …

"Yeah!" He slapped him, why didn't he think of it? Really rigid thinking.

But he looked around the auditorium and saw no Malfoy.

"It's not a big deal, we'll meet him eventually—he's always going to class, right?" Tom calmly drank the oatmeal in his bowl and looked at the bench, "I hope Deng is more than Malfoy. Professor Bledow, hurry up..."

Dumbledore's actions were already quick. After chatting with Tom yesterday, he opened the defensive barrier of Hogwarts. Although the maximum limit was not mentioned, it was enough to stop the wizards coming from outside the school. This barrier is not unbreakable, but as long as Dumbledore is still sitting at Hogwarts, it can teach the wizards who come to commit an unforgettable lesson before the barrier is broken.

Seeing Tom's look at him, Dumbledore raised his goblet and smiled at him.

Tom understood what Dumbledore meant, and he felt a lot at ease.

In his understanding, there is a hood outside Hogwarts now, which can keep some dangers out. But he also knows that such a protective cover is definitely not invincible - very simple reason, if the protective cover is invincible, how did the Hogwarts battle in the original world line happen?

"Let's go." Seeing that Harry and Hermione had both finished breakfast, Tom didn't want to delay here. He wanted to find Malfoy early to solve his worries.

However, as soon as they reached the door of the auditorium, the three heard someone calling Hermione's name.

Looking back, it was Hermione's roommate, Padma Patil, a fourth-year Ravenclaw student.

"Granger, I sent a necklace from my hometown, help me see-" she called to Hermione from a distance, waving a wooden box in her hand.

"Padma, I have something to do today..." Hermione wanted to refuse, but Harry tugged at her sleeve, causing her to slow down.

"Tom, Hermione, there's something wrong with the box in her hand!" Harry didn't see clearly what was in Padma's hand, but he felt familiar. But when she approached, he recognized it at once, and the box was the one that Voldemort gave to Malfoy in the dream.

"What are you talking about?" Padma walked over to Hermione, and there was no difference between her brows and eyes.

"Harry had a nightmare yesterday and was discussing with us how to interpret it," Tom explained.

This is very reasonable Tom is a well-known genius in divination. He is certified by Professor Trelawney. It is very reasonable to ask him to interpret dreams.

Padma, who trusted Professor Trelawney very much, believed Tom's words, and followed his words to complain about his recent sleep quality problems.

"You can drink some spirits before going to bed, which can effectively improve the quality of sleep." Tom took the box from Padma's hand while chatting with Padma, "You just said that the box is you A necklace sent to you by your family?"

Seeing Tom took the initiative to take the box, Harry and Hermione both sweated nervously for him, because they both knew that this box must contain black magic items that could kill people!

"Yes." Padma replied as usual.

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