Just a Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor

The surroundings were dark and cold, but Harry was no longer unfamiliar with such an environment.

He had had this dream many times during the summer vacation at No. 12 Grimmauld Place.

Most of the specific content of the dream could not be remembered after he woke up, but the darkness and gloominess were deeply imprinted in his mind.

It was still the same angle of view, "he" was sitting on a single sofa chair, with a big snake coiled around him, spitting out messages from time to time, with the same cold eyes as its owner, staring at the person kneeling on the ground in front of him. Those wizards.

"Has Chris started taking action?" "His" voice was still hoarse and cold.

All limbs and forehead were pressed against the ground. The body of the fat, short wizard could not help but tremble as he answered "his" question.

"Yes, yes master, they have already contacted those things in Azkaban. Those guys can't wait. Even if we don't take the initiative to find them, they will start."

"This time, I won't be disappointed again, and no one will let me down, right?"

The hoarse voice echoed in the room. It was obviously not harsh, it was as calm as chatting with someone, but it made everyone kneeling on the ground tremble involuntarily.

Harry could also feel this silent torture and fear.

"No, not anymore! Master, no one dares to disappoint you again, no one will dare!"

"You know that's not what I want to hear, Wormtail. What I want to hear is not that you don't dare. You have always dared not, but when did you dare not bring me any good news!"

The people kneeling below made no sound, the air seemed to have stopped flowing, and everything around them became quiet.

Harry felt very distorted. His vision was now restricted and he could not control the direction he wanted to look. His eyes were always lowered, staring at the wizards kneeling on the ground.

He couldn't even see how many of them there were, but he could see a dozen or so.

Time is consumed bit by bit like this.

Harry's dream seemed to last for an extremely long time, but he did not get any useful information. Voldemort and the Death Eaters seemed to be waiting for something.

The waiting time was hard, and that was all Harry could do with them.

I don't know how much time passed, but just when Harry was feeling drowsy in his dreams, a series of sonic booms suddenly sounded in his ears!

"He" raised his head, and as far as he could see, countless wizards appeared here!

Seeing that most of these were pale, thin and skeleton-like faces, Harry was stunned at first, but then when he saw a few familiar faces, he felt fear all over!

The apparition produced a "pop" sound that continued to sound, and ragged wizards appeared every moment. Although some of these people looked haggard, their mental outlook was obviously better than others. Many wizards.

Among these people are Ludo Bagman and Igor Karkaroff, who were imprisoned not long ago!

When he saw these two people, Harry finally understood what Voldemort and the others were waiting for!

Death Eaters have escaped from Azkaban!

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"Master Regulus asked Kreacher to destroy that thing." Kreacher looked sad, "But Kreacher used many methods, including axes, flames, and spells, but none of them had any effect on that thing."

Gu Min

Dumbledore looked at him solemnly.

"Then where is this thing now?"

Kreacher raised his head and said in a sharp voice.

"Kreacher had always put it in a glass cabinet on the second floor, together with other collections of the Black family, but yesterday, Harry Potter took it away! Master Sirius gave it to him so generously Kill him! No matter what Kreacher says, Master Sirius just won’t listen!”

Dumbledore suddenly stood up from his chair, as did Sherlock.

Both of their faces became a little ugly.

No one knew what kind of hidden dangers Voldemort's Horcruxes would have. The diary back then had already caused enough trouble to Hogwarts. What would happen to the locket now? They all wondered. I don’t want to come out and I don’t dare to think about it.

Especially since this was carried by Harry himself!

"We must go back to school as soon as possible." Sherlock said solemnly.

Dumbledore didn't hesitate at all. He raised his arm to summon Fawkes, and then he and Sherlock borrowed Fawkes's Apparition to go directly to the Gryffindor lounge.

They had been listening to Kreacher talk about the events of that year at No. 12 Grimmauld Place for a long time. It was already late at night and the lounge was empty.

Dumbledore and Sherlock didn't stop. They quickly found Harry's dormitory, then opened the door and walked in.

The moment he walked in, Sherlock felt that familiar burning sensation in his left arm!

This cheered him up and made him more sure that nothing else had happened to the locket and it was still with Harry.

Ron and the others were sound asleep, and Sherlock's opening the door did not disturb them.

When they opened the curtain on Harry's bed, they already saw that something was wrong with him.

Harry had a painful expression on his face, sweat on his forehead, and was tossing and turning on the bed, while Sherlock caught a glimpse of the locket hanging on his bedside!

The locket was still emitting a glistening green light, and he reached out and took the Horcrux in his hand without any hesitation.

The burning sensation immediately reached its peak, and then slowly disappeared, no longer stimulating Sherlock's sensory nerves.

The moment his hand touched the Horcrux, the green light on it disappeared, and Harry suddenly sat up from the bed at this time.

He was panting heavily, as if he had just undergone some strenuous exercise and was sweating profusely.

It was at this time that he saw Sherlock and Dumbledore.

"Professor! The Death Eaters escaped from prison! They all escaped from prison! They have seen Voldemort! Many people! I saw Bagman and Karkaroff!"

Harry's voice was so loud that Ron, Seamus, Neville and Dean all woke up.

They all sat up from the four-poster bed and looked at Sherlock and Dumbledore with blank expressions, wondering why they came here suddenly.

Hearing Harry's words, Dumbledore and Sherlock looked at each other, and then he looked at Harry.

"Come on, Harry, you probably aren't in the mood to sleep now. Come to my office and talk to us slowly."