"This is not a banned book, you can borrow it at will.

And the number has always been quite large.”

After Duwei finished perfunctoryly talking about Malfoy, he casually flipped through two pages of the book and looked in the direction of the hunting lodge.

Estimate this time period.

The three little ones should be back!

…

In the hunting lodge, I was looking at Dumbledore who was already asleep, but now I was looking at the three little ones in front of me in high spirits.

He is fully awake!

Mr. Allen was on the side, pretending that his eyes were dim and did not see Buckbeak who came with them from the Forbidden Forest.

"Hide that magical animal."

He lowered his voice and signaled Hagrid to hide Buckbeak. Hagrid ran all the way, stuffed Buckbeak into the Forbidden Forest again, and tied him up.

Dumbledore, Mr. Allen and three little dogs remained in the house.

Hagrid went to hide Buckbeak, and Dumbledore looked a little stern.

"Do you know how dangerous this is?

Miss Granger, Mr. Weasley, and Harry?

Who told you to do this?"

Dumbledore asked sternly.

Just as he was talking like this, Harry suddenly shouted.

Dumbledore's attention was drawn to Harry.

"What's wrong, Harry."

he asked.

Harry didn't have time to reply to Dumbledore's words. Severe pain came over him quickly like a tidal wave. Harry covered his head in pain and quickly curled up.

He couldn't speak.

Harry felt the lightning-shaped scar on his brain begin to hurt violently.

It was as if someone had taken a red-hot iron and stuffed it into his brain, stirring it up and down.

A phantom appeared before his eyes.

He heard someone calling his name, it seemed to be the voices of Hermione and Ron, and probably the voices of Hagrid and Dumbledore.

But those voices seemed to be a world away from him.

He couldn't hear these sounds at all.

He just felt like he was falling into a black lake, sinking, sinking, sinking into the abyss.

He felt severe pain on his side.

On the other side, he seemed to be asleep.

He once again observed the world from another unique perspective.

He saw another scene.

Very magical scene.

He saw himself appearing in an old castle in a forest. It should be the hall. It was very big and eerie.

From the open window of the castle, you can see the dark green and lush trees outside.

Inside the castle, there were torches everywhere, and the men in robes faced him humbly one after another, lowering their bodies.

These people look like wizards.

Harry saw the marks of wands on their waists.

But it was strange. Harry really felt that it was strange. That kind of perspective didn't quite resemble a human perspective.

It was as if he was some kind of animal lying on the ground.

Too low.

He was originally on the steps, but from his perspective, he was on the same level as those people's heads.

Originally he should have looked down at these people, but now, he could only look at their heads.

Someone spoke behind him, weakly but clearly.

"I want you to go to London, to England, and find my faithful servant, Dowey Jones.

I want you to take him and ask him to come to me."

In front of him, there were corpses and blood on the ground.

The people filed away, and the voices behind them began to speak again.

"Nagini, come here, Nagini, my baby."

Harry felt himself turning around, and at this moment, his eyes lit up.

"Hoo ho ho, ho ho ho!"

Like a fan, the light returned to Harry's eyes. He was breathing violently, his chest was expanding, and he had a look of panic on his face.

In front of him was a kind and familiar face.

Dumbledore looked at Harry with concern.

"What's wrong, kid?"

"Harry, Harry? What's wrong with you? Talk to me."

Seeing Harry's lost and frightened appearance, Dumbledore had no choice but to use his hands to shake Harry hard to get him to come back to his senses!

Harry's eyes gradually became focused.

He ignored the sweat that kept falling from his head.

He grabbed Dumbledore's arm.

"Professor, professor, I'm dreaming again."

He said incoherently, Dumbledore frowned, and he forcefully lifted Harry up from the cold ground.

Pushed him down on the table.

It seemed that for a moment, Dumbledore was planning to pour the brandy in the cup into Harry's mouth.

But thank God, Dumbledore is not too old.

He is not confused yet and knows that minors cannot drink alcohol.

Stopping his hand reaching for the brandy, he took out a small bottle of magic potion from his robe.

"Drink this, Harry, and you will feel much better."

He said that drinking this would make him feel much better, but in fact, he forced Harry into a bottle of potion.

Hermione, Ron, Alan, and Hagrid behind them all came closer and looked at Harry worriedly.

"Professor, will he be okay?"

Hermione asked.

"It should be fine."

Dumbledore said, and then Harry spoke again.

But just after he opened his mouth to speak, Mr. Allen's expression changed drastically, and he subconsciously walked back. Even Hermione and Ron got goosebumps.

Because when Harry opened his mouth, what came out was Parseltongue.

Dumbledore was used to big scenes and was not surprised by this, but he really couldn't understand Parseltongue.

He is quite proficient in the fishman language.

After Harry finished speaking, he saw Professor Dumbledore looking at him calmly.

"Wake up, Harry."

Dumbledore said again.

His voice seemed to contain a very rare magic power that could make people calm.

Harry Potter was silent for a while, then he opened his mouth and said, "Professor, I'm dreaming again."

His forehead was still aching.

He closed his eyes and imitated the man's tone and said: "I want you to go to London, to England, and find my loyal servant, Dowey Jones.

I want you to take him and ask him to come to me."
Chapter completed!