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Chapter 1006: Real Dream
🕑 Added 2024-02-01 05:54:27 +0000 UTCBut Hermione didn't want to talk to him anymore. What happened next was entirely based on her own practical observations and conclusions.
Anyway, as long as Harry could ask Cho out, he would figure out what to do!
Evan didn't know anything at first, but he soon became proficient. This was a skill that could be learned by oneself without a teacher.
Right now, all she could think about was how to have fun with Evan in the snowy mountains and skiing, not wanting to talk about Cho anymore.
If even kissing required someone else's guidance, Harry might as well not ask girls out anymore! But in fact, Harry did need someone to teach him how to kiss a girl...
"Anyway, ask her out first!" Evan finally concluded, encouraging Harry to take the first step.
"Find a place where no one is around," said Ron, beginning to share his and Lavender's experiences.
"For example, in the woods, in Hogsmeade, in a classroom late at night, or inside a cauldron," Evan also spoke of his own experience.
"Yeah, these places are all good. When the time comes, Harry, just muster up the courage to kiss her, and she’ll respond willingly. It's not that difficult," Ron continued with a knowledgeable tone. "If she agrees to go out with you, she’ll be ready to kiss you, and then..."
Neville and Colin sat there and listened, feeling that these things were so far away from them.
Hermione did not interrupt, and the three boys discussed for a while. Harry felt that what they said was not feasible; it just made him more confused.
Twenty minutes later, they all went back to sleep.
Harry, Ron and Neville pulled off their robes and put on pajamas in silence; Dean and Seamus were already asleep.
Harry put his glasses on his bedside table and got into bed but did not pull the hangings closed around his four-poster; instead he stared at the patch of starry sky visible through the window next to Neville’s bed.
He was still thinking about Cho and what Hermione had said to him.
"Goodnight," grunted Ron, from somewhere to his right.
"Good night," said Harry. Maybe next time … if there was a next time … he should ask her out.
She had probably been expecting him to speak up and was now really angry with him … or she was lying in bed, crying about Cedric.
He did not know what to think. Hermione’s explanation had made it all seem more complicated rather than easier to understand.
Thinking about it, what could they do in a deserted grove, in a classroom late at night, or in a cauldron?!
Neither Evan nor Hermione went into details, and Harry couldn't figure it out.
Ron said a lot, but it was obviously not feasible. Cho didn't seem to be as open-minded as Lavender.
That’s what they should teach us here, he thought, turning over onto his side, how girls’ brains work … it’d be more useful than Divination anyway…
Neville soon fell into a deep sleep, snuffling in his sleep. An owl hooted somewhere out in the night.
Harry dreamed he was back in the D.A. room. It was late at night, and he and Cho were the only two people in the room.
Cho was accusing him of luring her there under false pretenses; she said that he had promised her a hundred and fifty Chocolate Frog cards if she showed up.
Harry protested, saying he didn't.
Cho shouted, “Cedric gave me loads of Chocolate Frog cards, look!” And she pulled out fistfuls of cards from inside her robes and threw them into the air, and then turned into Hermione, who said, “You did promise her, you know, Harry... I think you’d better give her something else instead... How about your Firebolt?”
Harry was protesting that he could not give Cho his Firebolt because Umbridge had it, and anyway the whole thing was ridiculous, he’d only come to the D.A. room to put up some Christmas baubles shaped like Dobby’s head...
Then, the dream changed!
He had expected it to be that dark corridor and that door again, and he was starting to get tired of this dream, but no.
This time, he felt as if he had become Dobby's head … no … a hard spherical statue … or something similar.
He was placed on a dark, cold, sloping and curved stone. The stone was a rare dark golden color, with a hazy starry sky diagonally above it.
A full moon could be seen in the sky. The moon was obscured by dark clouds and the light was dim.
Harry heard the sound of waves and smelled a very fishy smell. He originally thought it was the smell of sea water, but it wasn’t.
Harry quickly realized it was the smell of blood.
He looked down, and through the dim moonlight, he vaguely saw many flesh and blood corpses placed around him, including those of house-elves, magical creatures, dragons, and many humans. They lay there lifelessly, staring blankly ahead.
The common characteristic of these corpses was that they were fresh, as if they had just been killed.
They were piled together, heaped in front of Harry, as if they were being offered as a sacrifice to him.
He felt that his blood suddenly became cold. He didn't understand why there were so many corpses here. What was going on in this dream?
He wanted to shout, but couldn't make a sound. Everything around him became extremely real.
In the sky, dark clouds drifted slowly, and the bright moonlight spilled down.
Harry could see clearly this time. Not far away from him, Voldemort was sitting there. He originally thought it was part of the many corpses.
Voldemort had a black hood on his head and his face couldn't be seen clearly, but Harry recognized him at a glance, just like looking at himself in the mirror.
It was so disgustingly familiar that Harry didn't know why he felt this way.
Just as he looked at the motionless Voldemort, the scar on his forehead began to hurt, and the pain became more and more painful. This was an ominous sign...
He forced his eyes to look away. The other corpses in the room were also particularly clear under the moonlight.
They had been tortured before death, and the expressions on their faces were extremely distorted, with traces of pain. This was simply a scene straight out of hell.
There was a loud noise, but Voldemort still didn't move. Harry quickly raised his head.
In the sky, a shadow suddenly appeared below the moon.
Harry swore that he looked at it for three seconds before he was sure what it was. It was a strange ship, with a dragon head statue on the bow as a symbol, a slender hull, a huge mast erected in the middle, and square type sails.
Not far from the ship, a beautiful golden gate appeared in the sky. The door was engraved with complex patterns, and it emerged from the gate.
This dream was getting weirder and weirder. What was going on?!
Soon, the moon was covered by dark clouds again, and everything around darkened.
Harry didn't understand, he was transformed into a statue, with Voldemort sitting next to him, surrounded by corpses that had been tortured to death.
There was also the strange big ship that suddenly appeared in the sky, giving an eerie and terrifying feeling.
Uneasy doubts were growing, and Harry tried to force himself to wake up, but failed.
In an instant, he began to clearly feel his breathing … heavy breathing. This was really strange, how could the statue breathe?!
As he breathed, something in the surrounding flesh and blood was slowly drawn towards him, like a Dementor sucking the soul.
The blood was boiling, and Harry could clearly feel that he or the thing he had become was absorbing the essence from the flesh and blood.
His strength seemed to have increased; he was stronger than before and no longer so weak.
Voldemort moved slightly, and a green light began to appear around his body.
Harry's body also began to glow with a reddish light, and the green and red lights gradually merged, and Harry sensed the awakening of a terrifying creature.
