Sean yawned and walked into the living room slowly. Before going to bed, he wanted to find a bottle of beer from the refrigerator as a 'nightcap'.
However, as soon as his fingers touched the cold surface of the beer can, there was a bang behind him.
"Oh my God!" He turned around and jumped a few steps, opening his mouth warily to shout to release his power, but after seeing the two boys, he felt at ease again.
"This is strange." Sean didn't make a fuss. He continued to get the beer, opened it and took a sip. "If you don't come all day, you usually won't come at this time... Oh, why do you look so ugly?"
"Ask him!" Draco said angrily, almost unable to restrain his assumption, "I was dragged down by him."
Even the great Merlin would not be a kind sage when he was woken up and pulled out of bed in the middle of the night!
"We have something very important to ask Charles." Harry said gently but firmly, "I suspect there is something wrong with my cousin's subconscious and memory."
"what is the problem?"
Charles' voice came from the stairs, and everyone looked up. At some point, a man with brown hair, blue eyes, and slovenly clothes appeared there in a wheelchair, frowning.
"Charles!" Harry finally relaxed a little when he saw his father, and he let go of Draco's wrist, "That's it, we were sleeping just now, and then I had a very weird dream - when I woke up At one point, I found my cousin calling someone he didn’t know by name, but when I woke him up, he said he didn’t remember having such a dream.”
"I didn't!" Draco said angrily.
"I heard you," Harry said firmly, "You did."
Sean almost laughed.
"Oh my gosh," he clicked his tongue and looked Draco over, his eyes quite strange, "I thought you came from a more conservative and strict family, even strict about your thoughts... But this is normal, it's nothing. I can’t admit it, I didn’t expect you to save face.”
"What?" Harry didn't react for a moment, but immediately he looked at Sean's expression and understood what he was talking about, and twitched the corner of his mouth, "No, I'm not—I didn't mean that."
Draco was stunned at first, and then he almost exploded with anger.
He wanted to spit a mouthful of blood into the faces of damn Harry Erik Xavier and his stupid relatives and friends!
"Me! No! Yes!" He said very loudly, his neck and face turned red at the same time, and he didn't care about creating an image at all. "I didn't have anyone else who didn't know where to appear in my dream——"
Harry couldn't laugh or cry when he grabbed his shoulders and hurriedly clarified: "No, no, no, I didn't misunderstand, and I didn't think too much - by the way, if this is the case - it's normal - no, no, no, I really don’t mean it, that’s not what’s weird about this matter… Cousin! Calm down!”
My shoulders were about to be shaken off by you... Harry originally wanted to protest, but Draco's eyes looked so cannibalistic that he had to swallow the cry.
"What's weird?"
Charles pushed the wheelchair down, with no particularly obvious expression on his face.
Harry: "Yeah - uh."
Well, no, there are some unscientific things that are hard to explain.
Harry patted his forehead, realizing that his thoughts were too unstable. That clear dream scene blew up his mind like a missile. He was confused and anxious. Without thinking much, he pulled Draco and teleported from the room to the most reliable and safe place in his heart - Dad is here. The place.
"It's like this," Harry thought about the words, grinding the soles of his feet on the ground uneasily, but he restrained his eyes and did not look around because of guilt, "We, my cousin and I have a strange connection... "
"Contact? Emotionally or... something?" Sean winked, receiving an unabashed eye roll from Draco and a twitching corner of Harry's mouth.
Sean's mouth is really something that needs to be taught a lesson regularly. Harry thought, then thought about it and found a way to rebut it.
He blinked and began to smile, looking extremely sincere, "...Sean, I know it's very sad for you that it's hard to find a girlfriend, but...not everything will go that way. Development, you really should remember this.”
In Harry's memory and other people's accounts, Sean was a man who was keen on picking up girls, but the amazing thing was that even though he was good-looking, Harry had never seen him have any serious girlfriends in all the years he had known him - so, The effect of his words was really good. Sean was immediately choked by this heart-wrenching statement. His eyes widened, his mouth opened wide, and he pointed at Harry, shaking for a long time.
He wanted to retort angrily, but after Charles glanced at him with a cold and warning look, Sean immediately shut up.
"Take your wine upstairs!" Draco said happily, and then watched Sean waddle upstairs.
After Charles made sure Sean went upstairs, he turned his eyes back.
"Go on." He said calmly.
Harry coughed a few times: "That's right, my cousin and I have a special connection - we can contact consciousness through dreams. I don't know where this connection comes from, but we have confirmed that it does exist, just like , we live in two places, but if we happen to dream together, there is a certain chance that we can dream of each other and communicate with each other."
This was the real truth. Ever since Draco and he met, Harry had understood how real those dreams were. However, even after looking for many books in the library, he still hasn't figured out how their communication exists. After he finished explaining, he looked at Charles cautiously, prepared to be asked what was going on.
Charles nodded, indicating that he understood the premise, but did not ask any more questions.
"-And, I 'saw' his dream last night." Harry pointed at Draco, who rolled his eyes at this.
"I didn't dream!" Draco said, "I remember it very clearly!"
"But you talk in your sleep the same way in reality as you did in your dream," Harry retorted. "I heard you shouting 'Tom' in the dream, and you also said 'Tom' when you talked in your sleep in reality. What a shame in the world." There is no such thing as coincidence.”
He turned to Charles: "I suspect that his memory or subconscious has been affected by something, and I can't be sure, so... I want to ask you for some advice." At the end of the sentence, his voice suddenly became softer, a little uncomfortable. Sorry.
It was night after all, and even if Dad didn't sleep, he was too impatient. Moreover, this might be the effect of magic, and in the end it might be a waste of dad's time with no results...
Many thoughts flashed through Harry's mind, and he felt extremely complicated for a moment, but Charles didn't think much about it.
"Come upstairs," he said, turning the wheelchair around.
As soon as he finished speaking, Draco noticed that Harry's expression and eyes, which were originally uneasy, suddenly lit up.
Hehe, hehe. He rolled his eyes again.
He was dragged out of bed but was not treated gently. Now he couldn't help but suspect that Harry didn't care about him at all and was just looking for his father in the middle of the night due to insomnia.
…………
They came to Charles' study.
Harry looked around and was a little surprised at how unexpectedly clean the place was. The books were well placed in the bookcase, the beer cans and the smell of alcohol were gone, and the blankets on the sofa were folded and put aside. On the desk with the lamp lit, there are some letters and newspapers. It seems that the owner of the room is doing serious business...
That's right, Dad didn't look like he was drinking. Harry couldn't help but nodded, a little pleased with this change.
In Xavier's house, drinking is not very frequent. It's okay to drink half a glass, but you can't drink it as if it's 'water of life'. Before the twins moved in... no, no, before Erik moved next door, Xavier's house didn't even have a dedicated wine cabinet - because there was no need for it.
"Sit." Charles casually pointed to the chair opposite the desk and sat behind the desk.
Harry pulled Draco to sit down, adjusting to a comfortable position naturally. Draco yawned, and even though he knew he was in front of Harry's father, he couldn't help but lean towards Harry. After the anger calmed down, the sleepy instinct of the human body that lacked sleep surged up.
Charles glanced at him calmly, and then asked Harry: "Are you sure you are 'seeing' his dream?"
"Yes," Harry nodded and said, "We have discussed this state before - it often occurs in the form of lucid dreams. It is as if we are in a room, except that there is no physical sensation. You can observe and try. Well, and then," Harry thought about it carefully, "the speed of consciousness largely determines the speed of the body. If I think about 'catching up', I can immediately reach the position in my field of vision."
For many people, lucid dreaming may be just a rare state. Some people are gifted or trained to tell whether they are dreaming. But for Harry and Draco, this kind of connected dream is truly 'waking', they are simply experiencing a holographic movie. For them, the dream is 'explorable', an open scene, 'they are dreaming' It's just a very basic part of it.
"Tell me what happened in your dream," Charles said. "You can choose what you think is important."
Harry then described the scene he saw. The old streets, small houses, Draco and that boy that he had never seen before... He thought it was just a strange dream, but when he woke up and heard Draco calling someone else's name like in the dream, Harry was horrified.
He knew Draco's circle of friends very well (although it was completely forced). They were a group of guys with very particular names. Slytherin, no, there was no one named Tom in the pure-blood family. This name was too bad. And Harry believed that with Draco's personality, if he knew a guy named Tom to the point of talking in his sleep, he would definitely get to know him. However, as far as Harry knew, looking across the four colleges, there was no one named Tom among the students in the same year as them!
Harry studied with his father since he was a child and had very good grades in biology. He knew that people's dreams are a projection of their own subconscious. Even if a person's dreams are bizarre, the information they reflect must be what he has been exposed to, even if this contact is very superficial. He may not even remember it himself, but the information it brings may also be 'lurking' in his subconscious, and together with some other information, form a new 'glue monster'.
If it is information that the dreamer has never seen or heard before, it will be difficult for the brain to fabricate such detailed details out of thin air while dreaming, and it will have no impression after waking up. Harry had made observations and found that Draco's dream was too real, and basically not mixed with any information they knew. It was purely a new and unfamiliar scene.
This unscientific!
"And you have no memory of it at all." Charles nodded expressionlessly after hearing this and turned to Draco, "Not at all."
The declarative sentence he used. Because it's obvious that these two kids wouldn't come running if they had even the slightest impression.
Draco nodded randomly, his sleepiness making him impatient: "Not at all. I didn't have a dream." After saying that, he glared at Harry again, "I can't scream in my sleep. Someone else's name! Tom? What kind of nightmares do I have to have to keep saying this...such a bad name!"
"But I heard it," Harry said firmly.
Charles lowered his eyes and thought in silence for a while. Then he gave the order.
"If you can communicate fluently through dreams, I assume you should have established a telepathic connection with him?" He asked Harry, and after receiving a nod in response, he gave a suggestion, "Since he said he didn't remember , you can try to play back your memories to him."
Harry's eyes widened.
"Sometimes," he said, "we may not be able to recall things that exist in the subconscious at once. Just like a leaf on a branch or a stop sign on the roadside. You may have seen it before, But you don't 'remember' it consciously. Even if you need it afterwards, you won't get the result if you recall it again and again. So, the best way is to go back and watch it again."
Draco looked at Harry a little warily, then at Charles.
"How do I replay it?" he asked. "Let him get into my head?"
Harry thought for a moment.
"Actually, there is a way to achieve this goal," he hinted to Draco, "our hometown method. But we may have to look for props first."
Generally speaking, when Harry says 'our home' in front of Charles, it means he is talking about magic.
Draco frowned slightly, not sure which magic he was talking about, and Harry thought about it——
——From what Harry learned, there is a magic item that is very suitable for viewing things in memory. It is called a 'pensieve'. This thing is not difficult to find in some aspects. There is one in Professor Dumbledore's office. Harry can accurately recall its appearance. It was a stone basin with runes engraved on it, and there was a shallow transparent liquid in it. The wizard can easily remove the memory material and put it into it, and the viewer can enter the dream world as clearly as watching a panoramic movie.
However, it is said that this thing is relatively personal and may be difficult to borrow at this time, and the wizard who owns it is definitely not an ordinary wizard.
If you try to find a Pensieve, will it attract the attention of the Dark Lord or Dumbledore?
"Don't bother." Charles seemed to notice his concerns and said calmly, "If you do it properly, you can show it to him directly. As long as you are careful, not so aggressive, and guide you enough, he will be able to see you. Things in memory, not you entering his head.”
He turned around from behind the desk, came to Harry's side, gently put his hands on Harry's shoulders, and guided him softly.
"Look at him," Charles said. "Look into his eyes."
Harry complied with little resistance, staring straight into Draco's tinted contact-lensed eyes.
Draco wanted to say, has this been decided, and where does he put his opinion, but with Harry staring at him without blinking, not only could he not say a single word out of his little secret thoughts, Instead, his heartbeat could not help but accelerate.
Bang, bang.
Draco could almost hear his own heartbeat.
Harry's eyes were camouflaged, appearing a golden grey-blue, but to Draco, they still had a certain attraction, and when he looked at them, he even had the illusion of being gradually sucked in.
"Recall what you saw in your dream," Charles said slowly and slowly, "and then touch his with your spirit, but just show it, don't go deep. You want him to explore your memory, Rather than you exploring his spiritual world - since you can share dreams, I think this is not difficult at all. Being able to share dreams shows that there is no barrier between you, and you should lower your guard against his exploration... for you , which should be easy to do.”
Harry tried to simulate this feeling - recalling the scene in his lucid dream, and then 'connecting' to Draco, without any precautions, like an open book that Draco could flip through in his mind as long as he wanted. images and ideas.
Perhaps it was because the person who lent him the ability was nearby. A minute later, he heard Draco's exclamation - their attempt was successful.
…
Draco looked through other people's memories for the first time and couldn't explain what it felt like. When he stared into Harry's eyes and his thoughts gradually drifted towards the opposite side, as soon as Harry touched him, a picture flashed across his mind. In front of you.
"!!"
While he was shocked, his thoughts inevitably showed the meaning of 'look more'. Harry continued to stretch the connection forward, trying to remember what he had seen in his dream.
The picture became clearer and clearer.
In the dim scene, which seems to be composed of gray and brown, people are coming and going on the old streets. After the screen shook for a few times, Draco could clearly see a taller version of himself wearing an old-fashioned coat that he might never be willing to wear in his life, accompanied by a child he had never seen before.
The child was a bit thin, with childish and pitiful features, and looked quite dependent around 'himself'; while 'himself' was tender and smiling towards a person he didn't know at all.
Anyone who saw them would think they were a close pair of father and son or brothers, but Draco just thought he had seen a ghost.
He looked at 'himself' stiffly, almost gently asking the boy about what to eat, and called the boy 'Tom'. The boy answered obediently and sweetly, and then saw them holding hands intimately and entering the house, feeling in his heart It was as messy as if a bottle of Neville Longbottom's potion had been poured on it - it was a bunch of bullshit, and it was easy to explode if there was too much.
And this scene was seen by Harry! Harry also said he was talking in his sleep and calling 'Tom'!
Draco felt like he was breaking out in a cold sweat.
--as well as! If this is true, this is really weird.
Draco could swear that he had nothing to do with everything in this scene, but after focusing all his energy on one point and experiencing it several times, he found strangely that when he saw the boy, he did have a child. There was a subtle, imperceptible sense of déjà vu. No, no, it's not the feeling of 'I've seen him somewhere before', but as soon as he sees the other person, he will have a strange sense of familiarity.
"You-" Draco gritted his teeth, "Are you sure what you showed me is true?"
"I don't lie unless there are special circumstances, cousin," Harry whispered.
Recalling this dream made him feel very bad - seeing Draco not seeing him at all and having others close the door in front of him made him feel like he had been abandoned by his friends.
By now, Draco's drowsiness had completely disappeared.
——That's right, aside from being angry when he got up, he actually knew very well that Harry was a very difficult person to lie to! This does not mean that he will not lie, but that his moral bottom line generally does not allow him to lie casually! Especially lies involving people other than yourself!
He shuddered, and finally realized what Harry had seen, and why he had woken him up in the middle of the night, stayed up most of the night, and sat on the bedside with an awkward expression on his face. That expression now had an explanation.
If the situation were reversed, he would do the same thing.
Harry didn't seem to see his face at this time, and asked him sincerely: "So now do you believe what I said? Do you still want to take a closer look? In dreams, the more realistic the scene, the more realistic it is. The more details—"
"I believe it, I believe it, I won't read it," Draco's face gradually turned pale, "Damn it!"
Harry withdrew his power and stared at Draco in a daze.
Charles was right. Once he practiced it carefully, Harry could notice that there was almost no obstacle between him and Draco. This mental connection seemed to be there from the beginning. As long as he wanted to, he could touch it—— If they were standing in different rooms now, Harry could definitely connect with Draco's brain even without looking at him.
This situation has never occurred when connecting to others.
"What did you feel when you saw that dream?" Charles looked at Draco and asked the question appropriately.
"...That boy looks familiar." Draco admitted reluctantly, and then immediately defended, "But I can guarantee that I have never seen such a person! My memory is not bad. If I have really seen him, And I met a boy named ‘Tom’, I won’t fail to remember!”
"I will never forget it," Harry said worriedly. "Logically speaking, I know all your relatives and friends - I have even seen the portraits of your ancestors, and there is no one named Tom in them. And Tom This name is very common, and it’s a name that can’t be found in research.”
"And in my generation, I even only have cousins, except for your cousin." Draco said, "And we are not even close by blood - why the hell should I count these, I refuse to recognize the person in the dream it's me."
When he heard 'not close by blood', Charles gave Draco an unobtrusive look.
"Do you know anyone whose name starts with T?" He gave advice calmly, "It's best to have close contact with someone."
Harry began to try to remember - for a moment, he remembered something, but couldn't grasp it. Draco scratched his head irritably.
"I don't know who you have been in contact with recently, or what abilities you have to do this," Charles said calmly and surprisingly after turning back to the desk, "but if you can't recall the clues, then I have to Say, I think it's very much like the result of hypnosis and suggestion."
"Can this phenomenon also be hypnosis?" Harry said in surprise.
"Many people who are hypnotized will not remember anything after receiving instructions," Charles gave a simple example, "until his subconscious mind that has been interfered with sends information that affects the brain, causing him to automatically do the thing suggested. Even if you torture him, he still can't remember it. And you also said that when he woke up, your cousin didn't remember having this dream at all. This is similar to how many people don't remember the instructions at all after hypnosis. Then, you can make a bold guess that maybe the person who interfered with him in this way didn’t want you to discover his problem..."
Harry saw his father scoffing inexplicably.
"It's just that I'm afraid he didn't expect that he just tampered with one person's dream, and the other person immediately noticed it. This may also be a protective mechanism." Charles said coldly, obviously he didn't like this kind of suspected persecution. Things about teenagers, "Or, this has nothing to do with hypnosis. The other party may be a master at manipulating the mind and memory. He fabricates such information out of thin air, and finally stuffs it into the subconscious, and even deceives your senses, leaving you clueless. Check."
Draco: "This kind of thing-"
"——I can do this kind of thing." Charles said the terrible fact calmly, "If I wanted to, you would never remember what is missing or what is gained in your mind. If I want you to feel If you are a girl, you will always feel that you are a girl. Even if a hundred people come and tell you that this is wrong, you will not feel that there is anything wrong with you being a girl."
The corners of Harry's mouth began to twitch wildly again.
Draco hesitated, wanting to retort that this couldn't happen, but he didn't dare.
"Then what should we do next?" Harry asked sincerely.
Charles glanced at him, fished out a bottle of beer from somewhere, and suggested concisely:
"Go back to sleep." He said slightly mockingly, "Let's see if there is a sequel to this dream."
Harry: "...??"
Draco: "………………"
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I'm almost as sleepy as Draco...
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