The Day of the Draw at Hogwarts

After the second project ended, there was naturally another grand celebration.

Good wine and delicious food, all kinds of happy toys, and men and women...

The little wizards at Hogwarts celebrate in the name of victory. Although the point difference with the next two contestants has narrowed, Hogwarts is still first, so why not celebrate?

In other words, they just wanted to find a reason to celebrate.

After the celebration, the exhausted little wizards lay directly on the bed and fell asleep, and Harry was no exception.

Butterbeer and various snacks filled his stomach so much that it was difficult for him to even turn over. Harry's consciousness gradually blurred while lying on the bed, and he fell asleep amidst the snoring of his roommates.

Harry had another dream today.

In the dream, he came to a country road, surrounded by bleak and withered shrubs and hedges. The stars in the night sky were very bright, so bright that it was disturbing.

In the dream, he felt anxious and restless in his heart, and there was an uncontrollable murderous intention surging. He floated quickly on a bumpy road, with a hissing sound behind him, as if a reptile was following him.

The path at his feet turned to the left, and a valley appeared in front of him. There was a small village in the valley, and a large house on the hillside. However, even with the cover of night, the house still looked decayed. appearance.

"Harry" glanced at the house, and the murderous intention in his heart became restless again.

This murderous intention came out of nowhere, but dreams do not require logic, so Harry did not notice anything strange. He still brought his own perspective in the dream and watched all this with cold eyes.

After staring at the house for a while, "Harry" turned into an inconspicuous path, which led to a dark forest.

Hidden in the woods was an extremely dilapidated hut. Moss and weeds had submerged the hut, making it impossible to spot it without looking carefully.

At this time, all the tiles on the house had fallen off, and it seemed that the house would collapse with just a slight push.

Harry came to the door of the hut, and as soon as he stretched out his hand, the thing that could be called a door fell down, turning Harry's vision into gray - the door splashed with dust from nearly half a century.

After the dust subsided, Harry walked into the house and with a flick of his finger, an oil lamp in the corner of the hut lit up, adding a touch of brilliance to the house.

Judging from the furnishings in the house, no one has set foot here for decades. The ceiling is covered in cobwebs, and all the furniture is covered in dust and cobwebs. So much so that Harry would bring up large amounts of dust when he walked.

There were three cabins in the house, and Harry was currently in the large one in the middle. In the middle of the room, there was a table piled with various miscellaneous items, and a ring was lying quietly on the table.

A charred hand stretched out and placed it on the ring. The next second, a heartbreaking pain came from the fingertips, as if a flame was burning his fingers.

After a few seconds, the black stone on the ring shattered, and the burning feeling on his arm disappeared.

Even after paying a huge price, Harry laughed wildly. In the midst of his arrogant laughter, Harry woke up suddenly, and the scar on his head burned again.

"It's Voldemort..." He suddenly understood his dream: Voldemort seemed to have successfully healed the injury on his hand!

At this time, in the remote village of Little Hangleton, Voldemort suppressed his laughter. With a wave of his wand, the withered hand was cut off neatly. A cloud of silver mist surged out from the tip of the staff and finally fell on the section of the arm, forming a silver hand.

After solving his hidden worries, Voldemort narrowed his eyes. He had already noticed something strange.

"A free show is not that good."

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"You look really bad. Would you like some fries?" Ron was surprised when he saw Harry early in the morning. Harry looked like he had stayed up all night.

"No, thank you." Harry's voice was hoarse. He couldn't wait to share his dream last night with Ron.

After listening to Harry's dream, Ron's expression also worsened.

"At least he paid a lot for it," he said dryly.

"Harry!" Just as Harry was sharing his dream with Ron, Luna appeared. She ran over and reminded Harry not to forget to compile the competition process of the second event of the Triwizard Tournament into a manuscript for the next issue. The bedtime message must be about the game.

Shortly after Luna left, Harry received another notification from Snape. He told Harry that the next special Occlumency training class would be held on Saturday.

"That's Hogsmeade Open Day!" Harry was furious, but there was nothing he could do. He couldn't refuse Snape's request.

After Hogsmeade opens, Tom will naturally go to Hogsmeade with Hermione. For him, going shopping with his girlfriend is a very good memory.

"Go and sit in the Three Broomsticks?" After walking around on the street for a while, Tom took the initiative to suggest that he go and sit in the Three Broomsticks for a while.

Heading to the pub for a couple of warm butterbeers on a cold day is a tempting proposition.

Hermione agreed without thinking.

The tavern was still very lively, but Tom was lucky. He occupied the last empty table as much as possible, so that the two of them did not have to stand at the bar to drink.

After Tom took his seat, Hermione also squeezed over with two glasses of butterbeer.

"Thanks--"

"Hey Yoder, can we share a table with you?"

As soon as Tom took the hot drink from Hermione's hand, a voice came over. Tom turned around and saw that the person who appeared was Ludo Bagman, and beside him was a wizard with an Asian face.

"You never need to go to the office?" Tom sighed.

"Of course I want to go, but I have a special mission today. Come, let me introduce to you our guest from the far East, Mr. Tsuchimikado Wonho." Bagman did not disturb the couple's date at all, and acted as a light bulb. He enthusiastically introduced the origin of the Asian wizard who was following him to Tom.

"Mr. Tsuchimikado is the envoy of the Ministry of Magic in Japan. The ministry has had a lot of contacts with Japan recently..." Bagman quickly ordered a few side dishes and a pot of eggnog, and then sat down opposite Tom. down.

The wizard named Tsuchimikado Wonho was not that familiar. He bowed to Tom and Hermione seriously before sitting down next to Bagman.

"So why did you have to cross the ocean and cross the Eurasian continent to come here?" Tom looked at Tsuchimikado Wontora with some curiosity.

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The second one is a little later.