Chapter 1702

What is Harry doing?

In fact, he was staring at the photo in a daze. All summer, he suffered from a strange dream.

At first, he was attached to his father like a soul, and he was a violent man.

But a few days later, he became attached to Snape and became a victim.

Every night, in his dream, he would see the predators grinning grimly and using all kinds of evil curses on themselves. Although the pain only occurred in the dream, Harry still had to finish it all after waking up, but the pain in his heart was growing day by day.

Is that what Snape saw when he was tortured? Is this the feeling of being surrounded and beaten? When you fall on the ground and hang upside down by magic, the world you see is upside down...

everything in the dream is too real, smell, touch and pain.

There are people's ridicule, James's cruelty, Sirius's foolishness, Lupin's indifference, and Dwarfs' insidiousness.

The world seemed to be against Snape, and Harry felt as if he could feel his emotions, his anger and helplessness.

If there is anyone in the dream who is good to Snape, it is Dumbledore and Harry's own mother lily. They don't know what the principle is, but when they appear, the dreams seem to glow.

Dumbledore would stop the predators' pranks on Snape every time, severely criticized several bad people, gave him sugar after helping Snape heal his wounds, patiently taught him what love is and not be controlled by hatred.

But the biggest problem that caused Harry to think about was his mother.

Because in these dreams, Lily Evans was Snape's girlfriend, at least at that time, the two were very intimate, often strolling in some romantic places.

Often, from a ghostly perspective, Harry could see that his father, James, would end up on a date, hide in a dark corner or bush not far away, staring at their backs with a wand or dagger in his hand.

This makes the eye boy shudder...

What's more, the dream is like a series. The next day is always performed at the end of the first day. Harry never had such a dream, but his curiosity about the past overwhelmed his fear.

He wanted to know what happened afterwards.

However, even if the harm Snape suffered in his dream would not be fed back to Harry in reality, he would wake up every day with a belly full of anger and go into philosophical thinking state.

Who am I? Where am i? What should I do?

The confusion of time and space, dreams and reality drove him crazy. Sometimes he even felt that he was Snape and wanted to find revenge on the predators.

However, when I saw the wormed ceiling of the broken cauldron bar, I woke up.

Oh, I'm Harry. By the way, this is my real life. It's summer vacation. I'm in Diagon Alley.

Then he continues to be depressed and dreams again at night.

He knew it wasn't right, but he couldn't find anyone to advise him during the summer vacation.

Sirius must not. The godfather still thinks James is right. He is the kind of person who "his friends do everything right". Although he is good to Harry, he is really wrong in this matter.

Harry wrote to Ron about a little more, but Ron replied, "you're sick. I'll contact the professional team now. I've learned to use the phone this year."

Oh, this is not the time to tell jokes at all?!!!

Then Harry wrote to Neville.

Of course, stone sank into the sea, and Neville forgot to reply...

so the boy who survived the disaster had to endure it all the time. He went to the headmaster alone in the evening after school started yesterday.

At that time, they were busy with a meeting with professors, but they still took time to look at the photos Harry asked to check. In retrospect, they should be discussing the top ten competition.

Dumbledore, McGonagall, flavie, sprout, and several professors present were sure that this was a simple picture, without any curse, and that the two people in the picture were Harry's parents.

Snape, who was leaning against the fireplace, did not speak. He just looked at Lily in the picture.

Harry was too guilty to look into his eyes, let alone ask Dumbledore in front of him about the dream.

When the principal asks, "what did you dream of?"? What's Harry's answer? Do you dream about Snape's ordeal every night?

There's no way to say it!

Instead, Professor Wilson, who was sitting at the headmaster's desk and eating sweets, looked at the pictures and looked at Harry as if he wanted to say something, but then he grinned strangely and didn't answer.

What's wrong with the boy noticing that he's looking not at his face, but at his hair?

He went back to the dormitory with a lot of questions, and then another night's strange dream. Harry got up in the morning was so exhausted that he didn't hear what the principal announced at breakfast.Later, Ron went to see the announcement and learned about the top ten tournament. However, he didn't intend to sign up. He just wanted to be alone.

When he came to the Black Lake, he looked at the calm water like a mirror. He thought about many problems with his photos, but he couldn't understand them.

At this moment, a hand suddenly stretched out from behind and snatched the photo away.

"Let me see what Mr. Porter is looking at so attentively?" Draco's pretentious voice came. He looked at the picture and found it was not what he thought it was. It was a picture of Harry and some girl.

These two people are very strange, and their clothes are very popular. I don't know what era they were.

"Give it back to me, Draco." Harry was in a low mood. He didn't want to get entangled with his old enemies.

"Oh? Don't you say "please" when you ask someone to do something? It's worthy of being a child who grew up in a Muggle family and has no self-cultivation. "

Draco steps back with a bad smile and hides the picture behind him.

"In the past, Harry must be angry and take out his wand to fight me." Draco had a plan. He quickly recalled in his mind, "but I saw Professor Snape in the corridor not far away. If Harry does something to me, Gryffindor will lose points again. Ha ha!"

However, Harry's performance today was not the same as last semester. He sighed and said sadly:

"please return the photo to me, Mr. Malfoy."

"..."

Draco crooked his head and thought that the sun was as fresh as the West. How could Harry Potter be so good?

What do you do next? This guy doesn't play according to the routine?

Thinking he didn't hear him clearly, Harry spoke a little louder and repeated the request. Draco was a little flustered. He swung his hand and turned over:

"who are you talking about in this picture first?"

"My parents."

Harry didn't mean to get up and grab the picture. He just sat on the stump, looking at the lake like a zombie.

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