Chapter 241 The Spreading Fear

"Lumos."

Hermione used the wand lighting spell, and Harry and Ron did the same.

The three of them held their wands to illuminate the dark classroom and patrolled around the corners.

But they found nothing. They could find a straw when they first came in, but now they couldn't even see a strand of hair.

After searching in vain, Harry and the other three had to return to the Gryffindor common room.

"It may not be the problem of that classroom. Maybe it's some new curse that Malfoy has learned. He secretly cursed the three of them in the potions class yesterday."

Ron guessed.

The possibility he said was not without reason. After the beginning of this semester, the conflict between Harry and Malfoy not only did not subside with the increase of age, but escalated.

There were several times when the two groups almost fought.

But Harry always felt that Malfoy was not so bold. Although this Slytherin student who always opposed him and had a bad attitude seemed lawless, Harry knew that he was actually a more timid person.

The nightmare did not bring them any results. The three of them played wizard chess in the common room for the whole morning. In the afternoon, they finished their homework under Hermione's supervision and ended this boring Saturday.

Harry and Ron went to bed early, but just when they thought they could have a good sleep tonight.

Also at three o'clock in the morning of the next day, the two were awakened by the same nightmare as last night!

And in this five-person dormitory, not only they were awakened, but their other three roommates, Seamus, Neville, and Dean, all sat up in bed!

The night outside was very dark, but Harry's dormitory was very lively.

Seamus and Ron got out of bed and walked around the dormitory uneasily. Neville curled up in bed with empty eyes, not knowing what he was thinking. Dean looked scared and kept shaking in bed with the quilt.

Harry looked thoughtful.

In his nightmare tonight, he also dreamed of a scene that he didn't dream of last night.

It was a strange figure with a pair of scarlet eyes. One hand held something like a kerosene lamp, and the other hand held a sickle. It was watching him silently in the corner of his dream.

Watching Voldemort cast the killing curse on him, and then Lily died for him again.

At this moment, Seamus, who was telling Ron about his nightmare, suddenly spoke up.

"I also saw a strange thing in my dream! It looked like a person, but I couldn't see what it looked like, but it had a pair of red eyes and a lamp in its hand!"

As soon as he said this, Ron was also surprised.

"I saw it too! I thought I was the only one who dreamed of this thing, but it didn't exist last night!"

Even Dean, who was curled up in the quilt, and Neville, who was in a daze, said that they had dreamed of the same thing.

Things were getting more and more wrong. The next morning, Harry and his entire dormitory of five people planned to report the incident to Professor McGonagall.

When they just arrived at the lounge, they happened to meet three girls in the same dormitory as Hermione, who was also listless.

Lavender and Parvati also had nightmares about their whole family being killed by dark wizards, and the devil-like thing that appeared in Harry's dream also appeared in their dreams.

All of them felt that this matter was unusual, and the eight of them didn't even have breakfast, and they hurried to find Professor McGonagall.

After telling the story of the nightmare, Professor McGonagall's face became serious.

She was more knowledgeable than Harry and the others, and knew that such a large-scale nightmare, and dreaming of a strange thing at the same time, was obviously a big problem.

In the office, she conducted a comprehensive examination of Harry and the other eight on the spot, but found no problems.

Then she called Professor Flitwick, and wanted to call Sherlock, who had the deepest research in defense against the dark arts, but the portrait that helped her call people came back and told her that Sherlock was not in the office at the moment, and was out for something.

But Flitwick frowned and knocked on them with his wand for a long time, and did not find any signs of them being cast with evil spells or curses.

Such tests were carried out until the evening of the same day. After nothing was found, Professor McGonagall could only helplessly let Harry and the others go back first and wait and see what happened tonight.

However, on this night, not only Harry and Hermione's two dormitories, but all the students in Gryffindor had almost the same nightmare!

Their family members were killed, and there was a red-eyed thing watching them in the corner.

The next day, which was Monday, all the Gryffindors walked into the classroom with a big black circle on their heads to go to class.

The problem of this matter became more and more serious. Because Dumbledore was not in the castle during this period, Professor McGonagall summoned all the professors in the castle to the professor's lounge at noon.

And Sherlock, who had just returned from Gringotts and was once again like a hard-working ant slowly emptying the Lestrange family vault, only learned about this at this time.

Silk also just learned about this news. She had just been in Hogwarts for less than two months and was too inexperienced. Professor McGonagall did not think of asking her to come yesterday.

"This matter has something to do with me."

Sherlock didn't mean to be a coward. After knowing that the Gryffindor students dreamed of the straw man Fiddlesticks, he said directly.

"This is a dark magic creature that escaped from the Department of Mysteries in Germany. At this time last year, Vera came to Hogwarts to live for a while just to catch it. At that time, Lupin helped to share my teaching pressure, so Dumbledore asked me to help her. Now it has escaped again, and it probably wants to seek revenge on me in Hogwarts."

"It's my fault. I implicated these students."

"And my problem." Silk also took responsibility.

After knowing what it was, Professor McGonagall breathed a sigh of relief. Although there was no solution to the problem, at least a known enemy was more reassuring than an unknown one. She didn't mean to blame Sherlock.

"Don't feel guilty. You just did what you were supposed to do. Now you should think of a way to stop students from having such nightmares. Three nights have already affected all Gryffindor students. After tonight, it is very likely that all students in the school will have the same dream."

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