Vol 2 Chapter 895: Nightmare

After returning upstairs, they took off their robes and quietly put on their pajamas; by this time, Thomas, Seamus, and Neville had already fallen asleep. . . &1t;/
Fanlin cautiously went to his innermost "bed", undressed and lay on it, putting down the tents around the "bed". &1t;/
Fanlin liked this feeling very much. It made him feel very relieved. When he reached out a little, a faint blue light flashed on the top of the ‘bed’. &1t;/
Harry put his glasses on the side table of the'bed' and climbed onto the'bed'. Harry did not put down the four-poster'bed' enclosure; instead, he looked through the window next to Neville's'bed' The sky where the stars shine. &1t;/
If he knew this time last night, he would'kiss' Qiu Zhang within 24 hours, maybe...&1t;/
"Good night," Ron murmured, his voice coming from somewhere on the right. &1t;/
"Good night!" Fanlin also said, but the light in the fence did not go out. &1t;/
"Good night," Harry said, but he was still remembering. &1t;/
Maybe next time. If there is a next time. She will be happier. He should have asked her; she may have been looking forward to it, and is now mad at him. Or is she lying on the'bed', still crying for Cedric? &1t;/
He didn't know what to think. Hermione's explanation made things more complicated and difficult to understand. &1t;/
In fact, what ideas can the three boys come up with together, maybe Hermione is more correct? &1t;/
Anyway, Harry prefers Hermione in his thoughts, but, what's the use of this, understand by yourself...&1t;/
After tossing and turning, what is in the head of the'girl' child. In any case, this will be more useful than divination, maybe he should make an appointment alone for Qiu, or...&1t;/
In the'color' of the night, an owl is calling somewhere. Harry dreamed that he returned to Da's practice room. Qiu Zheng accused him of forging an excuse to ‘seduce’ her; she said he promised that if she showed up, he would give her 50 chocolate frog cards. &1t;/
Harry protested. Qiu shouted, "Show me the pockets full of chocolate frog cards!" She took the cards out of her robe and threw them into the air. &1t;/
Then suddenly, she became Hermione and said, "You did promise her, you know, Harry. I think you'd better replace it with something else. How about your Firebolt?"&1t;/
Harry protested that he could not give his Firebolt to Qiu, because it belonged to Umbridge, and the whole thing was very absurd. He could only go directly to the practice room and post some Christmas small pieces shaped like Dobby’s head. Stuff. &1t;/
When he opened the ‘door’ of the responsive housing estate, it was like a sense of weightlessness. Harry felt that his body was falling continuously, as if there was no end. &1t;/
Wait, he seems to have experienced this feeling somewhere, as if it was...&1t;/
Yes, meditation basin...&1t;/
But what is that? &1t;/
Harry felt a little headache, as if his head was about to explode completely. &1t;/
When the pain reached the top, Harry felt his brain flooded with a cold feeling. &1t;/
For an instant, as if someone had cast the most powerful forgetting spell, Harry felt that he had lost all his senses. At this moment, everything seemed to be away from him, including Qiu. &1t;/
It was terrible, but Harry didn't feel wrong at all, he seemed to have always been. &1t;/
Without squinting, Harry felt like he was walking on a cold floor, black ‘colored’ masonry, as if he had seen it there. &1t;/
Instinctively, Harry felt that he should have a look around, but it was so straight that he stepped straight into the darkness with one foot. &1t;/
Faintly, Harry felt that there was some light in front of him, as if someone was walking in this space. Through the light from the wand, Harry could clearly see the surroundings. &1t;/
Covered with crystal balls...&1t;/
Something seemed to have passed, completely shrouded in the black cloak, then walked behind the person before and raised the magic wand. The person in front turned around, Harry instinctively wanted to scream, but the cold feeling suppressed all the "waves". &1t;/
After the scarlet magic light passed, Harry felt unusually refreshed in his body and mind, but this feeling was quickly suppressed, as if it were just a trivial thing. &1t;/
It seems that they just want to do this...this body...&1t;/
The assailant folded back, with a weird mask on his face, and the people in front of him bowed respectfully, and Harry saw blood splashing on the mask. &1t;/
Suddenly, Harry felt like he was going to say something, but the moment he made a sound, it was like a volcano that had been suppressed for a long time, and the pain in his forehead burst violently in an instant. &1t;/
All the sensations returned to Harry's body, it felt far away, but the pain was so strong, it was like a hot red soldering iron stuck to his forehead. &1t;/
……&1t;/
"Harry, Harry!" &1t;/
Harry opened his eyes suddenly. Every inch of his skin was covered with cold sweat. His body was weirdly twisted, as if he was about to twist it, he felt as if someone was constantly using a soldering iron on his forehead...&1t;/
"Harry!" Ron stood in front of him and looked at him anxiously. &1t;/
Many people stood by Harry's "bed". He was hitting him with pain while holding his head in his hands. He tossed and vomited on the edge of the'bed'. &1t;/
"Harry, how are you?" Seeing, Fanlin was sitting on the head of Harry's bed, with one hand covering Harry's forehead, and a cold magic power was constantly soothing Harry's forehead . &1t;/
But this didn't seem to be of any use. On the contrary, Fanlin felt that his hand was burning on the fire. Even with the protection of magical power, the burning tingling sensation still passed clearly. &1t;/
"He is really sick." A scared voice said, "Do we need to call someone?"&1t;/
"Harry, Harry..." Ron looked at Harry nervously. &1t;/
Harry wanted to talk, but the pain was still so strong, even though Fanlin was cooling him down, but...&1t;/
I feel my brain is burning...&1t;/
However, he had to tell Ron. Tell him—it’s important. After taking a few breaths, Harry tried to sit up and hope that he wouldn’t vomit again. He swallowed a few breaths, and he was surrounded by dizzying pain. &1t;/
"Your dad" Harry panted with his ‘chest’ floating ‘your dad was attacked!
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"What?" Ron said without understanding&1t;/
"Your father was attacked. It was very serious and there was blood everywhere."&1t;/
"I'm going for help!" said the same fearful voice, and Harry heard footsteps running out of the dormitory. &1t;/
"Harry, are you crazy?" Ron said vaguely "You must be dreaming..."&1t;/
"No!" Harry said furiously. Ron didn't understand that it was important. ‘This is not a dream, not an ordinary dream, I’m there, I saw it’&1t;/
He could hear Seamus and Dean whispering but he didn't care. The pain on his forehead slowly calmed down under Fanlin's cold palm'excitation', although he was still sweating and shaking. &1t;/
Harry vomited again and Ron walked back inconspicuously. &1t;/
"Harry, you are not in good health..." Neville said weakly. &1t;/
"I'm fine!" Harry was suffocated and wiped his mouth with his pajamas, shaking his body uncontrollably, "I don't have a problem! It's your father, you should be very worried-we need to find him. Where-he was bleeding frantically-I was there-someone attacked him."&1t;/
He tried to get out of the'bed' but Ron pushed him back. Dean and Seamus were whispering secretly nearby. &1t;/
"Fan Lin!" Harry turned his head and glanced at Fan Lin who was sitting behind him, whose body was supported by Fan Lin. &1t;/
"Wait a minute, Harry, I can't be sure, and you can't walk..." Fanlin said, "When Professor McGonagall comes over, we need to see Dumbledore!"&1t;/
It seemed that after a minute or ten minutes, he just sat there shaking and feeling the pain slowly subsiding from his scar. Then there were hurried footsteps upstairs and Harry heard Neville's voice. &1t;/
"Here, Professor!" McGonagall hurriedly entered the bedroom in a plaid dressing gown. Her glasses were unevenly placed on the bony nose. &1t;/
"What's wrong with "Bo"t, where is the injury."&1t;/
He had never been so happy to see her. &1t;/
"Professor~EbookFREE.me~ we need to meet Dumbledore." Fanlin said, and he pointed to Harry's head. Now the scar on his forehead seemed to have just been cut. &1t;/
"See Dumbledore?" Professor McGonagall hesitated. "But you must tell me what I gave birth."&1t;/
"It's Ron's father, he was attacked." Fanlin said quickly, helping Harry up. &1t;/
"Okay, I'll take you to see the principal." Professor McGonagall pushed his glasses. &1t;/
"Ron, you come too." Fanlin said quickly, ignoring the surprised gaze of other people, and straightly helped Harry out. &1t;/
　　
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