John's doubts were quickly cleared.
He heard that Harry's owl had been sent to Hagrid for treatment.
John thought of Basil's arrogant expression and asked, "Did you and Hedwig fight?"
Basil spread his wings as if to show off his achievements.
Both of them are snowy owls, I just don’t know why.
It seems that they have been very uncooperative since the day we met.
This situation was not so serious in the second grade. In the third grade, fights would break out at John's house.
Tom came over wagging his tail and looked at Basil with admiration.
John shook his head helplessly. Basil was quite obedient in other places, except that there was no negotiation when it came to beating Hedwig.
Harry was originally happy, and many people were willing to believe what he said.
But she was blocked by Malfoy yesterday, and Hedwig was beaten again today.
His good mood disappeared.
In the auditorium.
Malfoy still shot Harry an angry look.
Crabbe brought John a bowl of hot soup, and John took it and drank it with a spoon.
Daphne was a little dissatisfied because Crabbe took advantage of the situation and took advantage of her when she was in trouble. He didn't follow martial ethics!
Astoria looked confused and couldn't help her at all.
Today's class was very busy, and Hagrid's mood recovered a little during class.
He will also apply some ointment on his face to make his face look less miserable.
He even proposed to bring Zou Wu over for class, but John refused.
Zuowu's body type is not suitable for classes.
When class was over, John saw Basil hanging around Hagrid's hut.
Although Basil is hiding in a tree, for a talented seeker, Basil is still easier to find than the Golden Snitch.
Harry complained to Hermione, "Look, Basil's here again."
Hermione found John and said helplessly, "John, can you let Basil go back."
Although he knew that Basil and Hedwig would not deal with each other, John did not expect that Basil would block the door.
After calling twice, Basil flew to John's arm and fell.
"Can you please stop beating Hedwig?" Ron yelled at Basil, "She was almost killed by you."
Basil glanced at the angry Ron, tilted his head, and looked like he didn't understand.
Ron said damned: "Don't pretend you don't understand."
It seems that I can’t pretend anymore, and Basil can’t pretend anymore either.
Leaving a shadow behind Harry and Ron, it flew to Hagrid's hut and landed.
Basil: I will beat Hedwig, no one can do it!
An angry Ron picked up a stone and threw it, but Basil flew him back with his wings, and Harry was hit on the head.
John opened his hand to Hermione, indicating that he couldn't control it.
He took Malfoy and left, leaving Harry to tell Hagrid to protect Hedwig.
As he said that, Harry raised his head and glanced at Basil secretly.
Basil was sharpening his claws on Hagrid's roof, leaving deep scratches on the wood.
"There's something wrong with this snowy owl." Not to mention Harry, even Ron could tell something was wrong.
They all felt that their scalps were numb, and if they were scratched by Basil, the stones would probably break into pieces.
They didn't know how John raised pets in such an abnormal way.
...
Harry returned to the Gryffindor common room worried about Hedwig.
His forehead was hurting again, so he had to press the scar against the cold windowpane beside the bed.
The cold feeling made his scar less painful, and he hummed in comfort.
Lying on the bed, he closed his eyes and fell asleep quickly.
He dreamed that Basil was beating Hedwig violently with its wings. He went to stop it, but Basil suddenly became very big and swallowed him in one bite.
The scene in front of him changed and turned into an ancient and elegant room.
It was like having no money to pay the electricity bill. The room was very dark, and only the area illuminated by a candle could be seen.
"It seems I've been fooled." Harry was surprised to hear himself make a sound, his voice sharp and cold.
"Master, please forgive me." A man in black robe knelt on the ground.
The trembling body let the candlelight flicker on her body.
The same sharp and cold voice came out of Harry's uncontrollable mouth, "I don't blame you, Rookwood."
He stood up from the dark velvet plush chair, walked towards the shivering man, and stared at the man from a downward angle.
Harry noticed that on the other side of the dim candlelight, a man with platinum-blond hair was standing there respectfully.
"Is your intelligence reliable, Rookwood?" The voice was full of danger, and Harry felt like he wanted to kill this man. "You should know that I don't want to be deceived."
"Reliable, Master, I, I have worked in the Ministry of Magic after all." The man became even more frightened.
The owner of the voice turned, his eyes fell on the platinum-haired man, and called: "Lucius."
"Master." Stepping out of the darkness so that the face could be seen, Harry's pupils shrank, and he recognized this person. 33
Lucius said respectfully, "I tried to control Baldur, but he resisted my Imperius Curse."
The master's gaze shifted back to the man on the ground, and Rookwood said in horror, "Bode can't take it away, master, he knows he can't."
"Stand up, Rookwood." The voice softened, making the man grateful.
"We need to start over now, Voldemort thanks you, Rookwood."
The sharp and cold voice said, "I still need your help and all the information you can provide."
Rookwood was granted amnesty and repeatedly pledged his loyalty.
"Call Avery in."
After Lukewood left, there were only two people left in the room.
Harry found his eyes falling on Lucius again and said, "How is Bellatrix?"
"Narcissa is taking care of her, Master, she is seriously injured." Lucius said with difficulty, "She has many wounds caused by magic."
"Dumbledore played a trick on us."
"Dumbledore?" The master started walking, "It's not him."
Facing the wall, Harry noticed a mirror hanging in the shadows.
A face whiter than a skull, with red eyes with two slits for pupils.
"It's someone else, Lucius."
As the words fell, Harry finally knew who his current role was.
"No-!" he yelled in horror.
"What?"
A voice sounded next to him, and Harry was entangled in the curtains. He could feel someone touching him hurriedly.
"Can you stop moving like a madman?" Ron's voice sounded, "I can get you out!"
Finally the curtains were opened, and Harry breathed in the air greedily.
There was no third dream this time, but it frightened him even more.
It's no longer the door, but directly transformed into Voldemort.
After breathing, his forehead felt as if it was on fire.
Shivering, Harry sat back on the bed.
He recalled everything he saw, and Ron looked at his brother worriedly.
"I am the mysterious man."
Harry gasped, remembering the two people he saw in his dream.
"Malfoy's dad is here too."
"Malfoy?" Ron felt incredulous.
After all, Malfoy's attitude.
But when I think about it carefully, I feel that there is nothing wrong.
Lucius Malfoy was a Death Eater.
Harry told what he had dreamed about, including the mention of Baldur at the time.
Dean and Seamus were noisily moving around the house, taking off their clothes and getting ready for bed.
"Harry," Ron said nervously, "you have to tell..."
"I can't tell anyone," Harry said firmly, knowing what he was going to say. "If I knew Occlumency, I wouldn't be able to see these things."
"They want me to learn not to let this stuff in."
Of course Ron knew who 'they' were.
They waited until the next day's break before telling Hermione what had happened.
Hermione was far smarter than the two of them, and she discovered more from the details.
"Story, Podmore," Hermione said breathlessly, "do you remember why he was arrested? Lucius Malfoy also attacked him. Maybe he was guarding the invisibility cloak. Malfoy found him at that door and stole his soul."
Hermione looked at Harry, who originally thought he would get an analysis or a compliment.
But Hermione suddenly said, "But you shouldn't see this, Harry."
Harry was shocked, "What?"
Like a stern mother, Hermione said, "You should learn not to let this stuff get into your head."
Harry also wanted to make excuses, such as how he could get more information, like this.
"I think we should try to make you forget what you saw," Hermione said sternly and firmly, "You need to work harder to learn Occlumency."
Harry was very depressed, he had obviously done something good.
But in Hermione's mouth, it seemed as if something might happen to her at any time.
...
Some people died, but not completely...
