Chapter 1642

Harry had a strange dream. He was in a strange space. It was dark, but he could see his hands and feet, and he felt light.

Suddenly there was a light in front of me, and a big snake appeared! Its scales glistened in the light, and her agate eyes fixed on Porter.

Harry was a little nervous, because the python was sure to swallow him alive, but the snake just looked at him and pulled out a set of educational toys with steel ring rings from behind and played with his mouth and tail.

It was the kind of toy that made the strange steel ring separate from other steel rings without brute force. Harry just looked at it for a while, and his fear of snakes gradually dissipated.

He still remembers that he had a conversation with the boa constrictor in the zoo before he started school. At that time, he scared his uncle's family. After entering school, he knew that it was called magic awakening. It was uncontrollable without a magic wand. Every wizard had a similar stage.

For example, when Ron was a child, he changed the color of the toys around him, which led him to think that he would have a "color changing curse.".

Neville, however, was thrown out of the attic window by his grandfather because he always did not wake up, saying that he wanted to stimulate his potential in life and death.

Indeed, Neville was thrown to the ground, but he played like a ball, unhurt. His grandfather cried with joy and bought him a toad.

I also heard from Professor frivy about the genius in his college. The magic awakening performance of that first-year girl was like a floating curse and a flying charm. She made toothbrush and toothpaste float around her one morning, which scared her Muggle parents.

Harry thinks that his ability is to talk to snakes, which is useless...

the children of the pure blood family have family guidance after they wake up to the magic power. Although the girl is Muggle, her parents are very open-minded.

It's not like myself. On the day when I went to the zoo, my uncle and aunt thought they wanted to murder Dali, so they almost sent themselves to the insane asylum.

Fortunately, Hogwarts' notice came the next day and he escaped.

The environment in the dream was very quiet, and he could only hear the snake playing with the metal rings. Harry tried, but he couldn't wake up, so he had to sit aside and watch the snake play with it.

Five minutes? ten minutes? I don't know how long this dark world has passed. Harry can't help yawning in his sleep.

Because this snake is so stupid that he can see it. He just needs to change the direction of the corner formed by the other two rings and open it, and the target steel ring can be taken out.

But the serpent's tail passed that part a few times, just like slipping through Harry's heart, tickling or not doing it.

"Open it, open it up there."

Harry couldn't bear to think that the snake could not wake up until he solved the riddle. He didn't want to be awake in this strange nightmare.

He stood up and pointed to the joint, but the snake just looked at him and didn't listen.

At this time, he patted his forehead. By the way, he shouldn't speak in English, looking for the feeling of pronunciation. Yes, we have to find the feeling.

"Hiss! Hiss ~ ~ ~ hiss! "

Naturally, he spoke the language of snakes and pointed them out.

The snake understood this time. It held up the puzzle toy on its tail, and an idea came to Harry's mind: "how about here?"

"Open it. Open this place." Harry wanted to demonstrate himself, but the snake opened him up with his head and didn't play with him.

"Here? How about it? " It asked.

"Open." Harry, with no expression, replied in a serpentine voice.

"How about it?" Snakes don't seem to understand the word.

...

"open!"

Harry was going crazy. He was repeating the sound in snake language for the next few minutes. Gradually, his volume became louder without noticing, and finally it turned into a roar.

He suddenly got up from the bed in the dark, and found Ron on the next bed standing beside the bed holding a candle.

"You've been screaming." "Like a lizard, I can't wake you up, and I'm almost going to tell Mrs. Pomfrey," he said

Harry wiped the sweat from his head. It seemed that he was pissed off by a stupid snake in his dream.

Can death be separated from the dream? I learned.

Well, it's useless knowledge again, just as useless as one's own talent.

"I'm fine. I just had a nightmare." Harry saw that Neville was awake too. He grinned apologetically at several people in the dormitory. Then he slowly lay back, sweat covered pillows full of feathers. He turned it over and said, "I'm sorry, it's disturbing you."

Ron blew out the candle and crawled back to bed. His pajamas were not fit. They should have been replaced by a brother. He yawned:

"if you pay for the sugar next time, we'll be even."Harry laughed and touched the lightning scar on his forehead. He felt nothing. He relaxed and closed his eyes:

"fair, of course."

Darkness and silence returned to the bedroom. Soon Neville and Ron began to snore like a game. Harry fell asleep again in the familiar environment. There was no strange dream this time.

But the lions didn't notice that a transparent silk like tentacle left Harry's pillow and quickly shrank out of the window as they spoke. A dark figure suddenly disappeared into the night sky.

"Open it?" The figure was still quietly imitating the snake man's voice, as if practicing his pronunciation: "it's done. Let's see how Hermione's going."

The little girl also went very well. Although she didn't know how the crystal with blue light in her hand made it, it did take her to avoid everyone and get to the basement.

After finding his friends in the room full of barrels, he took three girls to the right corridor on the fourth floor.

There are some scorched black marks on the ground here. In the moonlight through the window, it looks like a ghost. But Hermione knows who did it. Someone dropped a bomb in front of the door here, and then marked the door. That's the right way.

There was a crack in the door as if someone had entered.

"It's here. There's a smell of garlic around. Chilo's ahead of us." Susan snuffled and whispered to Hermione.

"It seems that the confusion created by Professor Wilson yesterday made Chilo a little anxious. He didn't steal anything last night, so did he come again tonight?" Hermione felt the pocket of space in her waist.

Hannah hesitated. She turned to look at the strange statue in the dark behind her:

"if Quirrell is also in it, we are not rivals of adult witches. Why don't we go to the headmaster?"

Hermione shook her head. She drew the shotgun from her purse. "It's too late. If he gets his things, he will run away. When we call the headmaster, he will be gone."

"Are you carrying the alchemy wand? I haven't seen you use this size before Susan asked curiously, her attention focused on the gun.

Hermione just showed them the gun, then put it back and replaced it with a magic wand:

"I killed the troll with it yesterday. After dinner today, I was preparing for a night tour. In order to ensure my combat effectiveness, I went to the shooting range to collect weapons. Like my guess, Professor Wilson expected my idea. The wand was placed in the most conspicuous place. He also left a note saying that "God's golden bullet" was changed. I don't know what it means. "

Hannah was relieved. "Can you beat Chloe?"

"If you don't lead, you won't kill him, will you?" Hermione wasn't sure, but she quickly shook her head and put away the map. "Let's go in and talk about it."

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