Hogwarts: The Exemplary Wizard I Am Chapter 656: Harry's Dream - Novel Cool

Chapter 656: Harry's Dream

Chapter 656: Harry's Dream

After being unable to visit Sirius, Harry seemed to have nothing to do after finishing his cake.

"What happened?" Kyle asked, taking the opportunity to voice his confusion.

From the moment he was called to the Headmaster's Office until now, Harry had no idea what had transpired and hadn't had the chance to ask. He simply followed Dumbledore without knowing what was going on.

"I think... I had a dream," Harry said, his expression showing hesitation, but he continued in a soft voice, "I was working on my Defense Against the Dark Arts homework, but I suddenly fell asleep and had a very strange dream."

"In my dream, I seemed to have turned into Voldemort... Well, it's hard to believe, and it's normal if you think I'm talking nonsense..."

"I believe you," Kyle said, glancing at the scar on Harry's forehead.

"Thanks..." Harry said, relieved, "Anyway, Voldemort gave an order to teach a lesson to the 'tail' that was following him... and then I... oh no, Voldemort killed someone with the Killing Curse."

"Who was it?" Kyle asked, "Was he also a member of the Order of the Phoenix?"

"I don't know," Harry fiddled with the cup in his hand, "I don't know him, and I've never seen him before."

Kyle frowned, "And then?"

"Then Ron woke me up," Harry continued, "He thought I was having a nightmare because I was talking in my sleep... But my scar kept hurting, like there was fire burning inside."

"Hermione was worried and called Professor McGonagall. I told her what I saw in my dream, and she didn't think it was a nightmare. She took me to the Headmaster's Office."

Kyle realized, "So, in your dream, you heard that they were going to attack Sirius?"

"No, I didn't hear any names," Harry shook his head, "It was Professor Dumbledore. He used a special magic... I don't know what spell it was, but it seemed to be for sending messages. A few minutes later, Mr. Weasley found Sirius."

At this point, Harry shuddered, showing his fear.

He was relieved that both Professor McGonagall and Professor Dumbledore chose to believe his words.

From the news he heard in the Headmaster's Office, when Mr. Weasley and Moody found Sirius, he was being tortured by the Cruciatus Curse. If they had been a little later, no one knew what might have happened.

Thinking that Sirius might die, Harry felt as if his stomach was being clenched by a huge hand, and his whole body couldn't stop trembling.

Seeing Harry's state, Kyle didn't ask any further questions. Instead, he stood up and left the tea room to get Harry a hot drink from the shop.

He had just noticed something in the shop.

But before he could even leave, two familiar figures appeared on the stairs.

"Mr. Weasley... Tonks," Kyle waved, and the two immediately walked towards him.

"Kyle, is Harry with you?" Mr. Weasley asked.

"He's inside," Kyle pointed to the tea room booth, "Is something wrong?"

"Good," Mr. Weasley said, "It's already late. I'll take you back to Hogwarts."

"What?"

Before Kyle could speak, Harry pushed open the door to the tea room, "I'm not going back. Sirius is still here."

"Didn't you just visit him?" Mr. Weasley said, "Don't forget, you still have classes tomorrow. I'm here, and that's enough."

"And just now, the house-elf Kreacher came."

"But..." Harry wanted to say something else, but he saw Mr. Weasley shake his head firmly.

"This is also Sirius's wish. I guess he doesn't want you to see him in his weak state..."

"I don't care," Harry said loudly, "I don't care what he's become."

"Either way, you must go back," Mr. Weasley said firmly.

Seeing Harry's stubbornness, he lowered his voice, "Think about the Ministry of Magic. As soon as Sirius was injured, you came to St. Mungo's. This itself is already suspicious. Fortunately, Professor Dumbledore found a reason to cover for you, but I don't think they fully believed it."

"If you don't want to be interrogated, it's best to return to Hogwarts now."

Harry was still hesitant.

"Be patient and wait a few more days," Mr. Weasley said more gently, "Come back during the Christmas break. By then, it will be fine, and you can stay as long as you want."

Harry didn't speak, and only nodded silently after a few minutes.

"Good, I knew you'd make the right choice," Mr. Weasley said with a smile, "So don't waste time. Go back early, and you can sleep a little longer."

"How are we going back?" Harry asked, "Are we Apparating?"

"Yes, that's the fastest way," Mr. Weasley said, "But we have to go outside first. St. Mungo's and Hogwarts are both protected against Apparition."

"Wait a moment..." Harry said, "But we Apparated here."

"I don't know about that. Maybe Dumbledore has another way, but I can't do it."

Mr. Weasley said, "Dumbledore originally intended to send you back together, but he's dealing with Ministry of Magic officials and can't leave for a while, so this task falls to us."

"Tonks, you're up front. If there are Ministry officials, alert us."

Tonks didn't seem to be in a good mood, evident from her straw-like, orange-yellow hair.

However, upon hearing Mr. Weasley's words, she nodded and walked ahead.

"Alright, let's go," Mr. Weasley waved his hand, and Kyle and Harry followed suit.

The Ministry officials were likely with Dumbledore, so the group swiftly moved from the sixth-floor tearoom to the first-floor waiting room, and then outside to a department store displaying a 'Closed for Renovation' sign.

"No one's around," Mr. Weasley looked around, "Hurry, Tonks."

With that, he grabbed Harry's arm and vanished from the spot.

Witnessing this, Kyle instinctively recalled his experience of being transported by the Phoenix through Apparition, and his stomach started to churn again.

"Maybe I should do it," Kyle said to Tonks, "I can Apparate too."

"I know, but for safety's sake, it's not possible," Tonks shook her head, "It's illegal for underage wizards to Apparate. If Ministry officials see you, you'll be in trouble."

"But I'm already in my sixth year," Kyle tried to argue, "It shouldn't be a problem."

"Even then, you'll have to wait until after Christmas. You can only Apparate after passing the Apparition test," Tonks grabbed Kyle's arm, "Get ready."

Another crisp sound echoed.

When Kyle opened his eyes again, he found himself at the entrance of Weasley's Joke Shop.

As Apparition was prohibited in Hogwarts, Tonks could only send him there, just like Harry and Mr. Weasley.

It was already 2 a.m., and Hogsmeade was enveloped in silence. All the shops were closed, and the pointed roofs were bathed in a silvery moonlight, creating a serene and beautiful atmosphere, a stark contrast to the bustling daytime.

The group walked along the path leading to Hogwarts.

Tonks was intrigued by Harry's ability to dream about Voldemort. She had been holding back her curiosity at St. Mungo's, fearing eavesdroppers, but now she finally had the chance to ask.

"Your family doesn't have any Seers, do they?" She asked curiously, "Or any famous prophets..."

"No," Harry replied, "And I don't think this is a prophecy."

"You're right," Tonks mused, "After all, you're not seeing the future but something that's happening now. It's different from a prophecy... How strange. Do you have some special talent?"

The Wizarding World always had a few lucky individuals born with unique abilities, setting them apart from other wizards. Tonks herself was a Metamorphmagus.

She could effortlessly alter her appearance, a feat of human transfiguration that was incredibly challenging for others but came as naturally to her as breathing.

She had assumed Harry possessed a similar talent.

"I don't know," Harry said, not keen on discussing the topic.

In his dreams, he became Voldemort.

The mere thought of it made Harry feel uncomfortable. If this was considered a talent, he would rather do without it.

Fortunately, they had arrived at the school's entrance.

Mr. Weasley halted and didn't proceed further.

"From here on, you're safe," he said, "We can't stay away from St. Mungo's for too long and need to return quickly. See you after the Christmas break."

"See you."

As Kyle and Harry entered the school gates, Mr. Weasley and Tonks Apparated away once more.

The school was as quiet as Hogsmeade. The two traversed the grounds, climbed the stone steps, and reached the oak doors of the castle.

The doors were closed, but this wasn't an issue. Kyle cast a spell, creating a gap.

"Come and see this, Mrs. Norris..."

Filch's voice echoed from above, piercing the silence.

"Darn, it's Filch..." Kyle tensed, "Will he notice we're not in our dorm?"

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"Don't worry, Filch can't check the beds," Kyle said, "This is probably just a regular night patrol... Do you have your Invisibility Cloak?"

"No," Harry shook his head.

He had been taken from his bed directly to the Headmaster's Office, hastily grabbing a robe on his way out, so he didn't have his Invisibility Cloak.

"What about the Disguise Charm, do you know it?" Kyle asked, "It has the same effect."

"What charm?" Harry blinked.

"Never mind, it's nothing," Kyle said, "This is what we'll do: you follow behind me, and I'll take you to the Gryffindor Common Room."

"You're taking me back?" Harry asked, "Oh, I almost forgot. You have an Invisibility Cloak too..."

"No, that's not necessary.

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"Just follow me and keep a safe distance, like we did at St. Mungo's," Kyle said with a smile.

"No, no," Harry shook his head, not wanting to risk another adventure.

The Hufflepuff Common Room was conveniently located near the Entrance Hall, allowing Kyle to return without Harry. This way, even if they were caught, only Kyle would be in trouble.

But before Harry could say more, Kyle started climbing the stairs.

Harry's heart sank as he anticipated the inevitable. With Kyle's bold move, Argust Filch was sure to spot them.

Harry wanted to catch up and warn Kyle, but by the time he reached the halfway point, Kyle had already reached the second floor.

Meanwhile, Harry's worst fears were confirmed.

"Aha! I've caught you!"

A flickering oil lamp rapidly approached from the other end of the corridor and soon reached the vicinity of the stairs.

Harry, glancing up, saw Filch's smug face behind the lamp.

"It's me, Filch," Harry said.

As Harry hesitated, unsure of what to do, he heard Kyle's calm voice, devoid of any panic, as if greeting Filch.

Kyle remained calm; after all, he had his privileges.

"Is it you?"

Filch's face fell in disappointment upon seeing Kyle, "What are you doing here?"

"Of course, I'm looking for suspicious individuals," Kyle replied composedly. "This is a task Professor Umbridge assigned to us, and the sooner we complete it, the better."

Filch fell silent, for even in this matter, he had to obey Kyle's orders.

This made Filch uncomfortable, so recently, he had been avoiding direct confrontations with Kyle.

And now that Kyle mentioned it, Filch wanted to leave immediately.

Mrs. Norris, also eager to leave, bristled at the sight of Kyle. Her body tensed, and her ears folded back, assuming a defensive posture.

Filch noticed this detail.

"Mrs. Norris, what's wrong?" he asked.

In response, a sharp yowl and the sound of claws scraping against the floor echoed through the painting.

Kyle guessed Mrs. Norris's reaction was due to the basilisk.

Just an hour ago, when Kyle had released the basilisk from its box, its scent had inevitably rubbed off on him.

This scent was imperceptible to wizards but highly sensitive to animals, and Mrs. Norris had likely smelled it.

Of course, even if Kyle knew the reason, he wouldn't tell Filch.

"I think Mrs. Norris must have discovered something. You can take her towards the Tower and check it out; I'll handle things here," Kyle suggested.

"I don't need you to teach me how to do my job," Filch retorted, his face growing darker. He glared at Kyle before turning away.

"Let's go, Mrs. Norris," Kyle said, waving his hand behind him.

The flickering lamp gradually moved away, and Kyle continued up the stairs.

At the turn of the stairs, Harry was left dumbfounded by Kyle's actions. He stood frozen in place, unable to believe how effortlessly Kyle had defused the situation. For a moment, Harry felt like it was daytime, but the bright moonlight in the corridor constantly reminded him that it was indeed curfew time.

As the footsteps faded into the distance, Harry snapped out of his daze and hurried after them.

They climbed all the way to the eighth floor, and not once did Filch reappear.

"How did you manage that?" Harry asked in disbelief. "Why didn't Filch punish you?"

"As a Slytherin Prefect, I have the privilege to move freely within the castle, even during curfew," Kyle explained. "You know the password, right?"

"Yeah, I do," Harry replied.

"The Fat Lady's taste is quite... unique," Kyle muttered.

"Thanks for the compliment, but I prefer marmalade flakes," the Fat Lady's voice echoed from the painting.

Harry was about to respond when, having obtained the password, the Fat Lady's painting swung open, revealing the passage behind it.

"Harry, is that you?" Hermione's voice echoed from the passage.

"Yeah, it's me," Harry confirmed.

"Alright, you better get back soon. And if you have another dream like today, remember to tell Professor Dumbledore or Professor McGonagall right away," Kyle instructed, glancing at Harry.

"And if Umbridge asks about it tomorrow, just tell her you were sent to St. Mungo's. Don't mention anything else, especially not Sirius," Harry added.

"I know," Harry said.

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(End of Chapter)

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