Infinite Heroes Seat

　　 In Gryffindor's dormitory, Harry fell into a strange dream.

　　 His body became smooth, strong and flexible. He crawled on the dry ground, passed the dark, cold stone, and slid forward on his stomach. The surroundings were very dark, but he could see the strange, colorful light shining from the surrounding objects. He turned his head, and a picture caught his eye.

　　 On a desert island above the sea, a figure in a black robe stands there, with blue hair. Countless dementors surrounded him, like a black ocean, and the entire sky was rendered black.

The man said something loudly, the dementor shook his head, and a surging magic power rose up. The dementors seemed a little afraid, nodded, and finally receded like a tide, revealing a dilapidated ancient. Fort.

A thick green light shot out from the wand of the blue-haired figure, blasting the gate of the castle to pieces, and then a voice screamed: "Come out! Servant of the Dark Lord! Let us unite in the Dark Devil again. Under the mark, I brought the glory of the Dark Lord, and he will bestow you the supreme glory!"

　　 The sound of countless news came into its ears, making it very uncomfortable, and it hissed with its tongue out.

　　 The voice is getting louder and louder, like a group of demons reveling in hell. From the broken gate, a group of people rushed out, and they rushed in front of him, screaming constantly.

　　 It wants to bite them, but it can’t. It is the master’s servant.

　　 A flash of dazzling lightning flashed, and a fierce and crazy face came into its eyes. The front one he had seen was Bellatrix at Sirius’s house.

　　 Harry opened his eyes, every inch of his skin was covered with cold sweat, as if someone had pierced his forehead with a fire stick.

　　 "Harry!"

　　 Ron stood in front of him and looked at him anxiously. Many people stood by Harry's bed. He was hitting him with pain while holding his head in his hands. He tossed up and down on the edge of the bed.

　　 "He is really sick" A terrified voice said, "Do we need to call someone?"

　　 "Harry, Harry!"

　　 Harry grabbed Ron, resisting his nausea, "Where is Guris?"

　　 "Huh?" Ron was taken aback. "He was locked up for attacking the professor. Today should be the fifth day."

　　 "Did anyone see him?"

　　 Ron shook his head, Harry grabbed his clothes tightly, "I saw it, I saw it, he smashed Azkaban, and the Death Eaters ran out!"

　　 "Harry, you are crazy" Ron widened his eyes and said vaguely, "You must be dreaming!"

　　 "No" Harry said furiously. Ron didn't understand the importance of this, and the craziest Death Eaters escaped!

　　 "This is not a dream, not an ordinary dream, I was there, I saw it! —"

　　Professor McGonagall hurried into the bedroom in a plaid dressing gown, her glasses unevenly resting on her bony nose.

　　 "What's the matter, Potter, where is the injury?"

　　 He has never been so happy to see her. A member of the Order of the Phoenix is ​​now in need of someone who doesn't think he is troublesome and wants him to drink potions.

　　 "It's Guris!" Harry said loudly, "He attacked Azkaban, and he let go of the Death Eaters!"

　　 "You mean you saw it happen?" Professor McGonagall shrank her black eyebrows and said

　　 "I don't know, I am sleeping, but I am there."

　　 "You mean you dreamed of it?"

"No," Harry said angrily. "None of you believe me? I first had a very different dream, something stupid, and then this interrupted it." He pointed to himself Scars, "but it’s real, I can’t imagine it. Guris negotiated with the dementors, and then they retreated, he broke the door, the Death Eaters ran out, and I saw Bei Latrix, I saw a picture of her at Black's house, and I knew it was her!"

　　 Professor McGonagall stared at Harry through her slanted glasses, as if she was surprised by what she saw.

　　 "I'm not lying, I'm not crazy!" Harry screamed loudly, "I tell you, I saw it!"

　　 "I believe you, Potter" Professor McGonagall said briefly, "put on your pajamas and we will go to see the principal."

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The principal’s room was half-lit and half-dark, and all kinds of strange silver instruments stayed quietly on the table, instead of flying around and emitting puffs of smoke as usual. The portraits of the old principal and the female principal were all standing. Taking a nap in the picture frame on the wall. By the door, a huge bird with magnificent red and yellow feathers rested its head under its wings and stopped to doze on the perch.

　　 "Oh, it's you, Professor McGonagall, and Harry."

　　 Dumbledore was sitting in a high-back chair behind the desk; he leaned over under the flickering candlelight with a document in front of him. He was wearing a white pajamas and a purple-gold coat embroidered on the outside, but he looked very awake, his light blue eyes staring at Professor McGonagall.

　　 "Professor Dumbledore, Harry had a nightmare," said Professor McGonagall. "He told me."

　　"This is not a dream~www.wuxiamtl.com~ Harry said grumpily.

　　 Professor McGonagall looked at Harry, frowning slightly.

　　 "Very well, then, Harry, please tell the principal." Her mouth pursed.

　　 "I'm asleep," Harry said, trying to make Dumbledore understand his horror and despair. He felt a little irritated, and the principal didn't look at him, but lowered his head not knowing what he was thinking. "But this is not an ordinary dream. It is real. I saw it happen." He took a deep breath, "Guris broke through Azkaban."

　　 After he finished speaking, these words seemed to be reverberating in the air. They sounded a bit ridiculous, just like comedy. Dumbledore paused, leaning back, staring at the ceiling.

　　 "How did you see it?" he asked calmly, without even looking at Harry.

　　 "I don't know," Harry said. He was very angry. What does it matter? "In my head, I think--"

　　'S tone was still very calm, "You misunderstood what I meant," Dumbledore said. "I mean, do you remember,-uh -, where did you stand when you saw the attack happen? Maybe you were standing next to Guris, or you looked down from the top of the scene?"

　　The question is so weird that Harry stared at Dumbledore as if he knew it.

　　 "I am a snake," he said. "I saw things go by from the point of view of the snake."

　　 There was no one to speak for a while, and then Dumbledore slowly said, "Well, I had something to tell you, but now it seems that you have to learn Occlumency."