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Chapter 686: The Omen in the Dream
Chapter 686: The Omen in the Dream
"Yes, we are friends!" Luna nodded, her tone light and cheerful. She then placed the Crumple-Horned Snorkack into the jar and turned to Ivan with curiosity, asking for advice on how to care for the peculiar creature.
"It eats grass and leaves. As for other things, I haven't tried, so you'll have to figure that out yourself", Ivan replied with a smile.
The two chatted as they walked, parting ways at the crossroads of the Tower and heading back to their respective dormitories.
By the time Ivan entered the dormitory, it was already past ten in the evening.
The room was dimly lit, with only a few candles burning on the wooden desk. Harry was unusually lying in bed early, while Seamus and Neville were leaning by the window, telling each other corny jokes.
Ivan greeted the few who were still awake and prepared to go to bed. He had been busy for several days and had spent the entire evening with Luna, so he was extremely tired.
However, as he passed Harry's bed, Ivan sensed a faint, cold magical aura. He instinctively turned his head to look.
Beside him, Harry was huddled under the blankets, his eyes tightly shut, his face contorted in pain. He was mumbling something incoherently, and the lightning-shaped scar on his forehead was glowing faintly, as if he were having a nightmare.
Ivan furrowed his brow and moved closer to Harry's bed. The muffled whispers became clearer.
"No! You can't do that..."
"He's very angry... the servant is dead... he's coming back... he's going to kill everyone there..."
Harry's mumbling grew more intense, his head shaking from side to side, his expression becoming more and more distressed. Large beads of sweat rolled down his face, soaking the pillow and sheets, as if he were having a seizure.
Ivan's expression grew increasingly serious. Although he didn't know what Harry was dreaming about, the information revealed in his sleep was enough to make him uneasy.
Could it be that Voldemort had learned of Barty Crouch Jr.'s death and was furious, planning to kill someone in retaliation?
A wave of doubt crossed his mind. Ivan desperately wanted to ask for more details but hesitated to wake Harry, fearing he might miss crucial information.
He was all too aware of Harry's unique condition. As one of Voldemort's Horcruxes, Harry sometimes unconsciously entered Voldemort's mind, viewing fragments of memories or sharing visions with other Horcruxes, revealing hidden information.
While in the original timeline, it was mentioned that Voldemort could use Occlumency to create false visions, Voldemort hadn't been resurrected yet, so he shouldn't be able to detect Harry's intrusion. Therefore, the information was still highly reliable.
As Ivan was lost in thought, Harry suddenly opened his eyes and sat up abruptly, gasping for breath. He looked around frantically, shouting in a panic.
"Where is Professor Dumbledore? Where is Professor Dumbledore?"
As he spoke, Harry felt his scar begin to throb again, as if it were being burned. He let out a pained cry.
Seamus and the others were startled by the commotion. They jumped out of bed, shoes forgotten, and rushed to Harry's side, their faces filled with concern.
"Are you okay, Harry?" Seamus shook Harry's shoulder, trying to snap him out of his daze.
"Or is your scar hurting again? Should we take you to the Hospital Wing?" Ron quickly added.
“No, I’m fine, and I don’t need to go to the Hospital Wing. I need to find Professor Dumbledore now.” Harry shook his head and hurriedly climbed off the bed.
“But it’s so late. The professors should be resting by now. It would be better to see him tomorrow if you have something to discuss…” Seamus couldn’t understand why Harry was so agitated and asked hesitantly, “Did you have a nightmare, Harry?”
“That wasn’t a dream!” Harry shouted angrily.
“Then did you see something?” Ivan asked solemnly from the side.
“Barty Crouch is dead! Voldemort is furious and has been using the Cruciatus Curse to torture someone… the snake… I became the snake again!” Harry’s words were rushed as he tried to describe the images in his mind more clearly, but they came out in fragments.
However, Harry continued, “Voldemort… Voldemort also said he’s going to kill more people! He’s using their blood to restore his power. He wants to massacre an entire Muggle village!”
When Harry finished speaking, the dormitory fell into an eerie silence. Ron, Neville, and Seamus were all stunned by Harry’s words.
“You mentioned the Dark Lord?” Seamus looked at Harry in terror, stepping back involuntarily and nearly bumping into the bedside table’s sharp corner.
“You had another dream about him?” Ron, who knew more, wasn’t as startled as Seamus.
Still, Ron was skeptical of Harry’s claims. “You said Mr. Crouch is dead? How is that possible? I saw him just yesterday, and he was fine in the castle.”
“But I really heard Voldemort say it!” Harry spoke urgently, looking around and then focusing on Ivan, who was deep in thought. “Ivan, don’t you have that map? We can check, right?”
Ivan snapped back to reality and nodded gravely. He also wanted to confirm whether both Crouches were dead, so he pulled out the Marauder’s Map from his pocket.
In the next moment, the map of the entire castle was laid out before them.
Ron scanned the map quickly and soon found Barty Crouch, letting out a sigh of relief. He smiled and said, “See, Harry? Mr. Crouch is still in the staff common room, so you just had a nightmare.”
Harry was left puzzled, staring at the name on the map without speaking for a long time.
Just as everyone thought the matter was settled, Ivan spoke up.
“No, I believe Harry is right. One Barty Crouch did die, but it was Mr. Crouch’s son, Barty Jr. He was the one who infiltrated Hogwarts and managed to put Harry’s name into the Goblet of Fire.”
“So Professor Moody was after him that day?” Harry immediately recalled Mad-Eye Moody’s strange behavior a few days ago and asked anxiously.
“Something like that…” Ivan left some room for Moody’s dignity, but his mind was racing with thoughts about how Voldemort had obtained this information.
Was it because Voldemort had placed a spell on Barty Jr. to detect his death, or had someone specifically told him?
There shouldn’t be many people who know about this…
(End of Chapter)
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