Witcher at Hogwarts

On the way out of the house, a big mirror appeared at some point.

The mirror reflected an old man in shabby clothes, a dark blue hat, gray hair and a wrinkled face.

The workmanship of this mirror does not seem to be very good, and it is not very smooth. The image of the old man reflected in the mirror is slightly distorted and looks a bit weird.

Harry touched the mirror curiously. The mirror seemed to be very fragile, and a crack immediately appeared under Harry's light touch.

Soon cracks covered the entire mirror in an instant, and the image in the cut Harry mirror became fragmented. The next moment, the mirror shattered with a loud crash.

Revealing the endless black void behind the mirror.

"Click, click." A crisp cracking sound came from Harry's ears again.

Harry looked around curiously to see where the sound came from.

Soon, Harry discovered that the source of the sound was his own body.

His body also had dense cracks like a mirror.

The next second, like a mirror, Harry's body suddenly disintegrated, shattering into pieces like a mirror.

At the same time, Harry Potter finally woke up from his dream.

Harry lay upright on the bed, breathing heavily as if he had been running.

He woke up from a very vivid dream, his hands pressed tightly to his face.

Under his fingers, the lightning-shaped scar burned with pain, as if someone had just pressed a burning wire against his skin.

He sat up, covering his scar with one hand, while his other hand fumbled in the dark for his glasses on the bedside table.

He put on his glasses, and the scene in the bedroom slowly became clear. He was in Gryffindor's dormitory.

Roommate Ron was still asleep at this time. He mumbled something in his sleep and turned over in his sleep.

Harry ran his fingers over the scar again, but it still hurt terribly.

Harry wanted to recall the dream again so that he could think about it and analyze it.

But he was surprised to find that the memory of the dream that he had clearly remembered just now disappeared like a tide.

It's like a piece of paper filled with words that has been soaked in water and become blurry.

Now Harry only had those vague memories.

He had a vague vision of a darkened room - a snake lying on the hearth-rug, a witch named Alecto - and a terrible monster.

The monster had a cold, sharp voice - it was Voldemort's voice. When Harry thought about this guy, he felt as if a piece of ice had slipped into his stomach.

He closed his eyes tightly and tried his best to remember what Voldemort had talked about, but these memories became more and more blurred as time went by.

The plans of his men and the mention of his name by Voldemort were all Harry could remember at the moment.

The harder he tried to grasp the details, the faster they slipped through his fingers, and it became clear that Voldemort was hatching a terrible plot.

I just happened to hear about this conspiracy, but unfortunately, I actually forgot all the contents of the conspiracy.

Harry stood up uneasily, and stretched out a finger to touch his scar, which was still aching.

Harry forced himself not to think about his scar. The last time it hurt, it was because Voldemort was nearby, and it was this that made Harry uneasy.

Voldemort couldn't be here at the moment, Harry was at Hogwarts now, and it was absolutely impossible for Voldemort to sneak into Hogwarts.

This idea is so ridiculous, absolutely impossible.

Harry still had a lot to do today, such as looking for his lost wand.

Seeing Ron who was still sleeping soundly, Harry planned to wander around and look for his wand.

Unfortunately, Harry still couldn't find his wand after shopping for a long time, which made Harry extremely frustrated.

With dark circles under his eyes, Harry returned to the Gryffindor common room in frustration.

There were only two people in the lounge at this time, Hermione and Ron.

Hermione sat on the sofa, frowning and looking at a newspaper in front of her.

There was a line of big words written in bold bold letters on the newspaper.

"A serious violent incident broke out at the Quidditch World Cup, and the Ministry of Magic responded quickly and quickly to control it."

"Hermione! I lost my wand!" Harry had no time to worry about the news, but worriedly mentioned the wand to Hermione.

"Ron told me." Speaking of Harry's wand, Hermione also frowned in worry.

"We will accompany you to find Professor McGonagall in a moment. I have read the history of Hogwarts. It said that the professors at Hogwarts have some learning and management authority. The professor must be able to help you with your wand. get back!"

Hermione comforted Harry.

Hearing what Hermione said, Harry had no choice but to nod and sit next to Hermione.

"Hermione, what did the newspaper say?" Ethan asked Hermione curiously.

"Let me take a look." Hermione squinted and looked at the newspaper.

"At the Quidditch World Cup, the largest event in the wizarding world, a horrific attack occurred. Many wizards from all over the world, as well as local Muggles, were harmed in this incident."

"But fortunately, under the leadership of Ethan, the outstanding young wizard from the Ministry of Magic, the Aurors severely cracked down on the rebellious wizards, effectively preventing the chaos from continuing to expand. This reporter will continue to follow up on the follow-up situation. one"

The report was accompanied by several photos, in addition to the opening one of a shimmering black-and-white shot of the Dark Mark hanging from a treetop.

The remaining photos are all of Ethan directing the Aurors in combat.

"Rita Skeeter, she's learned to speak nicely this time," Hermione muttered.

"Harry, what do you think?" Hermione raised her head and looked at Harry, wanting to say something to Harry.

At this moment, Harry happened to be touching his scar with his fingers.

"What's going on, Harry? Your scar hurts again?" Hermione asked with concern.

Ron also looked at Harry hurriedly. The pain in Harry's scar caused a lot of trouble last time.

Seeing the concerned eyes of his two friends, Harry told Hermione and Ron about the strange dream he had just had.

"Oh my God! Did you dream about the mysterious man? Harry, you have to tell Dumbledore quickly! This is no small matter!" Hermione said nervously.

Ron kept nodding aside, he was also shocked by Harry's description.

Hermione smoothed her hair and said, "And your scar hurts, Harry. That's not an ordinary thing. I'm going to look up the books "Common Magical Ailments" and "The Interpretation of Dreams". I might be able to help you in my dormitory."

Having said this, Hermione put down the newspaper and stood up, planning to walk to her dormitory.

At this moment, the door to the lounge opened with a click.

Just when the three of them were curious about who would enter the lounge at this time when school was not starting, Ethan appeared in front of the three of them.