Harry wanted to get out of the dream at this moment and let himself wake up, but somehow found that he couldn't help himself again.
"Severus, you don't need to inquire, I already know."
The name made his spirit tremble violently.
The scene was twisted again, and Harry realized that he was now high above him, sitting on a cold chair, holding the armrests on both sides of the seat, rubbing them slowly, and the coolness was refreshing.
He was looking down at everything in front of him.
And the black-robed man I saw in the dream last time raised his head, revealing his true face.
The man's sallow face under the cloak, his dark eyes, and his bitterness and hatred were revealed at this moment.
That was the man he hated the most, his Potions teacher - Severus Snape.
This woke Harry up completely.
That was Snape, the man he hated the most.
He opened his eyes, and the ceiling came into his sight. It was already morning. He hurriedly took off a piece of clothing and put it on. He picked up his wand, didn't even bother to fasten the buttons, and hurriedly opened the door , ran all the way, and rushed towards Professor McGonagall's office.
Several students in the Gryffindor lounge looked at Harry in surprise.
It's not even time for breakfast yet, so there are only a few people.
The fat lady at the door was startled, and hurriedly tugged on her pajamas.
"Professor McGonagall." Harry shuttled quickly between the corridors, shouting non-stop, and slammed on the wooden door of her office, and then the door suddenly opened with a creak, and he almost lost his balance again because of this, and fell forward.
"Potter? What did you say, in a panic?" Professor McGonagall was lying down not long ago, holding a quill in his hand, and he didn't know what he was writing.
Presumably, as the vice-principal, there are some trivial matters that need to be dealt with.
After being disturbed by Harry, the old lady raised her head, frowned subconsciously, and looked at the somewhat embarrassed Harry.
She really doesn't like this rush of behavior.
"Dumbledore is going to duel Grindelwald at the Ministry of Magic, after Christmas."
Harry said breathlessly, his words were startling.
"What conspiracy is Voldemort planning? He may have colluded with Grindelwald to target Professor Dumbledore!"
Harry continued.
"Potter, you may need to ask Madam Pomfrey to prescribe some medicine. You seem to be in a bad mood, maybe you haven't woken up yet?" Professor McGonagall spent a long time chewing the information in Harry's mouth. , and of course it was directly judged that it was because he was sleepy.
She pulled out the cabinet in front of her, rummaged a few times, and took out a sealed iron box with simple patterns engraved on it.
Then threw it to Harry.
Harry subconsciously caught it, shook it a few times, and there was a rattling sound from inside.
"By the way, these are some ginger salamander biscuits. Do you want to try them? It may relax a lot. It is said that they can cure insomnia." Professor McGonagall suggested kindly.
"It might be better if you eat it," she continued to Harry, before turning away again to attend to her business.
"Professor McGonagall, my mind is clear." Harry was a little bitter, and then emphasized.
"Snape betrayed Dumbledore, I saw it with my own eyes! And Umbridge, she also conspired with Voldemort!" Harry said loudly.
"Did you see it with your own eyes? And Umbridge?"
"The conversation between You-Know-Who and Severus?"
Professor McGonagall's eyes, deeply sunken due to aging, widened, turned his head around again, stared at Harry majesticly, and then reacted quickly and said.
"Oh, it's impossible, the mysterious man will not come to Hogwarts, as long as Dumbledore is alive."
"You must be hallucinating."
"As for Umbridge, she is the Minister of Magic..." Professor McGonagall rubbed his shriveled fingers on his temples.
"Well, Potter, I know that Professor Snape will occasionally make things difficult for you, and the relationship between the two of you is not good, but this is definitely not the reason why you can slander him."
"Every professor deserves respect, even if you don't like him." Professor McGonagall hesitated for a second or two when he said this.
Maybe it reminded me of a prophecy professor.
Professor McGonagall now thought he was talking nonsense.
"Maybe I need to limit your activities so you don't do stupid things."
"It's not very peaceful outside now." She continued to shake her head.
Professor McGonagall babbled, and then became serious again.
"Argus?" she called out the door.
The elderly janitor quickly heard Professor McGonagall's call, and hurriedly walked in with his beloved pet, Mrs. Norris, holding a lantern that had been extinguished for an unknown amount of time in the other hand.
"Ahem." Professor McGonagall coughed slightly at this time.
Then he picked up the quill, wrote a sentence on a piece of paper, and handed it over.
"Let me know."
Professor McGonagall exhorted Filch.
"Okay, Professor." Filch bowed to Professor McGonagall, and then left the office.
Sometimes, the value of a person is reflected when he is entrusted.
"Okay, Harry, don't worry about Professor Dumbledore, what you should worry about now is your studies." Professor McGonagall helped his thin black frame at this time.
"According to my observation, if you want to become an Auror, you still need to work hard. At least four subjects must be excellent."
At this time, Professor McGonagall picked up a form from the desk, which recorded the grades of all the students. As long as she swiped her finger, the pen and ink on the parchment began to disperse and condense automatically, and she could find a student from All grades from admission to the present, including honors for the college or points deducted.
"Your potions are dangerous..." she said, eyeing Harry's grades.
Then Professor McGonagall gave Harry an ideological education, tortured Harry for a long time, and didn't let him leave until the first class was about to start.
It's just that Harry wasn't listening at all.
His mind was now preoccupied with how to break the news to Dumbledore.
He immediately found Ron and Hermione to discuss countermeasures.
Only his two friends would trust him unconditionally.
Coincidentally, he ran into them in the hallway.
So the three of them hid in a shadowy corner under a tall warrior sculpture and began to chat.
It's not appropriate to say that it's a conversation. Most of the time, Harry is talking alone.
After he confided, Hermione didn't express any opinion. She stood in the corridor in silence for a while, and then said suddenly:
"Okay, Harry, it's time for us to go to the History of Magic class. Today seems to be about the origin of the umbrella curse in the Middle Ages." Hermione winked at Harry.
Harry and Ron understood now.
Behind them, Snape dragged his long black robes along the corridor, ignoring them.
"We'll find a suitable place to talk about these things later on." Hermione raised her finger, waving it left and right in front of Harry's eyes, and whispered quickly. 21089