Chapter 147: Dirty Things

The night grew deeper, and they had been lingering outside for quite some time.

John and Hermione walked together toward the Great Hall.

It was said that there would be a few lyrical songs at the end of the ball, and they still wanted to go dance a round.

While passing through the dim garden path, John suddenly heard someone whispering ahead, their tone somewhat anxious and worried.

But before John could hear clearly, two heavy footsteps suddenly came to them from ahead.

Because it appeared somewhat suddenly.

John subconsciously protected Hermione behind him, but a white light suddenly lit up before them.

It was Professor Snape holding a wand, and behind him followed the headmaster of Durmstrang, Karkaroff, whose face didn't look good.

Snape stared at the two with a frown, his gaze scanning back and forth between them.

"Uh... good evening, Professor?"

Seeing it was Snape, John relaxed and greeted him.

"What are you doing here?"

Snape asked coldly.

"Taking a walk."

John responded without thinking.

"......"

Snape looked at him with an unkind expression, glanced at Hermione again, and snorted coldly.

But he still waved his wand, signaling they could leave.

Until they were far away, Karkaroff lowered his voice and said to Snape.

"Severus, stop worrying about them. You need to think about what's going on quickly; the Dark Mark is burning again! It hasn't burned for a full ten years!"

Karkaroff's face was full of fear and anxiety, because he knew all too well what that mark meant.

But Snape had no reaction; instead, he scrutinized Karkaroff's expression, and that fear and ignorance didn't seem fake.

He was silent for a moment, ignored him, and turned to disappear into the darkness.

Karkaroff could only stand on the spot, his body trembling, watching Snape leave with a terrified look.

The ball ended, the crowd gradually dispersed, and the castle returned to its usual silence.

John sent Hermione back to the entrance of the Gryffindor common room.

Before leaving, Hermione waved her little hand at him, looking back every three steps to say goodbye.

John also nodded lightly at her.

Although today was over, they still had countless tomorrows.

So there was no need to rush to say everything on their minds at this moment.

After all, too much had happened today, and they both needed some time to digest it.

The night passed without incident.

The next morning, the sky was still a bit gray.

John arrived at the Great Hall early.

At this time, the Great Hall had returned to its usual decor, and last night's revelry seemed like nothing more than a brilliant dream.

However, from the students coming and going in pairs, one could still see the lingering warmth of yesterday's ball.

"Morning, John."

"Senior Harry, morning."

Just arriving at the Great Hall, he saw Harry walking toward him with a pair of panda eyes.

"What's wrong with you? Were you too excited to sleep yesterday?"

"Don't mention it. I had a great time yesterday, but I had a nightmare again at night..."

Harry complained powerlessly; as soon as he fell asleep last night, he had that nightmare again.

Peter Pettigrew crawled in the darkness, offering loyalty to that curled-up, eerie infant.

Although Sirius said this dream was just a psychological shadow at work and not to worry too much, Harry still felt a chill down his spine.

And every time he had the nightmare, the scar on his forehead would feel a burning pain.

Harry was also struggling with whether to tell Professor Dumbledore about this.

But he was afraid of being seen as making a fuss; after all, it was just a dream.

But thinking about how he had inexplicably participated in the Triwizard Tournament, Harry felt that this matter was definitely not simple.

"Why did you have a nightmare again?"

John looked at Harry's appearance and asked strangely.

"Sigh, just... I've been having the same nightmare repeatedly lately, so I'm a bit worried."

"Wow, Senior, you've been entangled by something dirty."

Hearing Harry's words, John said with a click of his tongue.

"Dirty things?"

Harry looked up in confusion.

"Yeah."

"It's because you've been entangled by something dirty that you keep having the same nightmare."

"Is the thing in the dream getting closer and closer to you?"

Harry frowned and thought about it; it seemed to be true.

But it wasn't that it was getting closer in the dream, but that Pettigrew in the dream said it was getting closer to him...

But he still nodded.

"That's it, you've definitely been entangled by something dirty."

John said firmly.

"Then what should I do?"

Harry was fooled into a limp and asked anxiously.

"I don't know."

"......"

As a result, John just shrugged to indicate he didn't know, and Harry was speechless.

However, speechless as he was, Harry was still made tense by John's mystical talk.

It didn't seem impossible that he was entangled by something dirty; after all, the scar on his head was the biggest dirty thing.

He should find an opportunity to talk to Headmaster Dumbledore.

Afterward, Harry didn't continue the topic and pulled John to eat breakfast together.

During the meal, they talked about their lives in the Muggle world.

Only then did John understand a little about the Savior's background.

We already knew that his parents were both dead.

So who raised Harry?

It was his mother's sister, his aunt and uncle, who raised him.

It's just that he didn't seem to have a good time over there.

Fortunately, Sirius had cleared his name and also set up a house to live in over there, so he could often take him over to stay.

The Savior had finally made it through.

However, in stories with a Savior, there are always some people who sacrifice themselves to become the driving force for the Savior's growth.

Plus Harry's background, it felt like there would be tragedy later...

Especially Sirius, as Harry's only family member, who had already set a flag last time; he definitely wouldn't live to the finale.

And Dumbledore, this combat ceiling, was also 100% going to sacrifice himself.

Because if he didn't sacrifice himself, the villain wouldn't dare to show his face, and the protagonist wouldn't grow.

As for who the villain is, do we even need to guess? It must be that mysterious person.

Being too close to the protagonist, he would definitely be implicated in the future.

Sure enough, getting stronger as soon as possible is the right thing to do.

He wouldn't dare say how powerful he is now, but at least he wouldn't be easily manipulated.

And after some conversation, Harry also learned that they had known each other before school started.

It was in Diagon Alley, when John's family went to buy school supplies, they had met at the ice cream shop.

Hearing that John had a happy family with both parents alive and would go on trips as a whole family from time to time, he revealed an envious look in his eyes.

But the envy was only for a moment; now he also had his own family—Ron, Hermione, everyone in Gryffindor, and his godfather Sirius.

Just then, Hermione happened to arrive too.

As soon as she came in, she saw John and Harry sitting together eating breakfast, so she walked straight over.

"Morning, John."

"Morning, Hermione."

Seeing the person arrive, John immediately patted the seat beside him and smiled at her.

Hermione's brows and eyes curved, and she sat down beside John.

After yesterday's events, John no longer added a "Senior" suffix when addressing her.

Although he called her Hermione just like everyone else, for some reason, when it came out of John's mouth, it was just a bit different.

Maybe it was because John would add a suffix like classmate or senior when calling others, and only she was the exception, which made this "Hermione" sound especially special.

The atmosphere between the two automatically warmed up, and they naturally started chatting, looking very happy.

And Harry on the side looked at Hermione, feeling a bit speechless.

Didn't you see such a big living person like me? Why are you only greeting and chatting with John? ===== CHAPTER 148 =====