Chapter 246: A Real Nightmare

After settling Grawp, this matter came to a temporary end.

Hagrid would take care of him afterward, and John would also come to see him when he had time.

With Hagrid, this loving older brother, he believed Grawp's days would slowly get better.

Time soon reached the end of the semester.

The final exams were over, and after a few days of vacation waiting for the results, they could go home for Christmas.

During this time there were no classes, no activities, no matches, and every day was free to arrange.

So Harry organized another spell training session.

Counting the spell gathering from a while ago.

Harry mainly taught everyone three spells.

Disarming Charm, Impediment Jinx, Stun Spell.

Even if everyone had almost mastered them, they still had to practice over and over again.

After all, a wand is something that also has proficiency.

If someone is teaching and demonstrating on the side, the proficiency naturally improves faster.

And for John, the proficiency was naturally enough.

So he was also helping Harry, guiding some who were not yet proficient.

It's just that his way of guiding was very abstract.

"You first do this, then do this, then do this, and you can do this."

John demonstrated the casting process of the spell to a little Hufflepuff.

Hermione, on the side, watched and helplessly supported her forehead.

You keep doing this and that, what exactly is this?

She was just about to correct John's vague words.

That little Hufflepuff, however, was like an enlightenment.

"So that's it! First do this! Then do this! Then do this! And you can do this! Damn, it worked!"

Only to see the little Hufflepuff wave his wand, and then a terrifying red light exploded, directly blasting the dummy opposite away.

John nodded very satisfied and gave him a thumbs up.

And Hermione, seeing this scene, opened her mouth, but finally swallowed the words on her lips.

Her little brain probably couldn't figure out why that little Hufflepuff could understand John's semantically chaotic teaching.

Don't ask, asking means they have a tacit understanding.

After the training session ended, everyone left.

Harry, however, suddenly came to John's side to chat with him.

"I heard from Hermione that you are going back together during the holiday, right?" Harry just asked simply.

Then John started with a super long sentence.

"Yeah, you wouldn't want to come along, would you? Sorry Harry, although I really want to spend Christmas with you, I still hope to spend a two-person world with Hermione, so I'm very sorry, can I ask you not to join?"

Harry: "......"

He looked at John speechlessly, and finally asked again.

"You thought too much, I'm going to spend Christmas with Sirius, he asked me if I wanted to call you guys, so I came to ask you."

"So that's it, then you tell Sirius, next time you have to make an appointment in advance."

John said amusedly after hearing this.

Harry shook his head helplessly; after getting familiar with John, this guy never acted normally.

He actually missed the John who was always serious and had a sense of proportion and distance.

Of course, it's also quite good now.

"Then you guys should be back before school starts, how about going to the Order of the Phoenix then?"

"And then when school starts, we'll go back to school together." Harry continued.

"We'll talk about this later, I don't know the specific arrangements, it's all up to Hermione." John shrugged and said.

Harry: I shouldn't have asked you!

"By the way, senior, how are you learning Occlumency with Professor Snape?"

At this time, John asked back.

Recently, when he was learning Felix Felicis with Snape, he hadn't met Harry.

He initially thought Harry had learned it.

But later, he asked Professor Snape casually, and Professor Snape said that person was just like his father, an arrogant fool.

And then there was no then.

Hearing John's question, Harry was also choked.

"Uh...... this...... that...... about the same..." Harry stammered, looking around and talking about other things.

Looks like he didn't learn it.

"Oh, I'm also practicing hard, don't worry."

Finally, Harry waved his hand, not wanting to talk about this topic anymore, and then turned and ran.

John watched Harry leave and became a little worried.

His appearance seemed like a classic plot in a movie, because he didn't take the warning to heart, leading to a tragedy in the end, a plot of forced growth.

Especially stuck at the node of Voldemort's resurrection...

There's a bad premonition.

Late at night, Harry lay on the bed in the dormitory and entered a dream.

In the dream, he dreamed of...

A gloomy obsidian corridor.

On the obsidian wall, his own reflection turning into a giant python.

A mysterious black door.

A dark room filled with countless prophecy orbs.

And in the room, Mr. Weasley's back.

The next moment!

He lunged toward Mr. Weasley, using his bloody mouth to bite Mr. Weasley's shoulder, arm, chest, thigh, and other positions one by one.

Mr. Weasley lay on the ground with no resistance!

"Hah!!"

Harry was suddenly shaken awake, gasping for air like a drowning fish.

"Harry, what's wrong with you?"

Ron, who was full of worry beside him, was clearly the one who had just shaken him awake.

"Did you have a nightmare again?" Ron looked at him worriedly and asked.

Harry didn't know what he was just now, that dream was too real.

That touch, sticky, warm, and with a disgusting bloody smell.

"I... I... I bit Mr. Weasley....?"

Harry said to himself tremblingly, then looked at Ron in horror.

"Ron, I, I dreamed that Mr. Weasley was attacked! By a snake, a snake... I..."

Harry said incoherently and panicked.

Ron, hearing these messy words, also frowned. Harry dreamed that his father was attacked by a snake?

The movement here woke up Neville in the same dormitory, who had just heard Harry's words and spoke with some worry.

"Ron, should we take Harry to Professor McGonagall..."

Ron nodded after hearing it; Harry's state was too wrong, and his words also made him feel vaguely uneasy.

Harry was now dazed, his lips trembling, and he felt a little like retching.

The touches in the dream really made his stomach churn.

Fortunately, Ron and Neville supported his swaying arms in time and took him to find Professor McGonagall.

After Professor McGonagall was woken up by them and heard the whole story, she didn't hesitate and took Harry straight to the Headmaster's office. ===== CHAPTER 247 =====