Harry Potter and the Secret Treasures

But Hermione doesn't want to talk to him anymore, and the next thing comes out entirely in action.

Anyway, if Harry takes Autumn out, he'll know what to do!

Ivan didn't know anything either, but soon he got very skilled, which is a masterless skill.

All she's thinking about right now is how to play in the snow mountains with Ivan, and skiing, and not talking about autumn anymore.

If you need someone to teach you how to kiss, Harry doesn't want to ask girls out!

But in fact, Harry really needs someone to teach him how to kiss a girl...

“Anyway, you date her first!” Ivan concludes by encouraging Harry to take the first step.

“Find a place where no one is.” Ron said, beginning to share his experiences with Lavender.

“For example, in the woods, in Hogsmeade Village, in a classroom late at night, or in an iron pot...” Ivan also tells his story.

“That's right, all these places are good, and then, Harry, you'll have the courage to kiss her, and she'll respond to you proactively, and it's not that hard.” Ron went on to say, “If she promised to go out with you, she'd be ready to kiss you, then...”

Neville and Colin sat there and listened, feeling that these things were so far away from them.

Hermione did not intervene, and the four boys were there to discuss it for a while, and Harry felt that none of what they said was feasible, only to make him more confused.

Twenty minutes later, several people went back to sleep separately.

Harry, Ron and Neville took off their robes silently and changed their pajamas, and Dean and Simo were all asleep.

Harry put his glasses on the bedside table, slipped into the quilt, but instead of pulling up the mantle, he stared at the starry sky outside Neville's bedside window.

He's still thinking about Autumn, and Hermione and what he said.

“Good night.” Ron said to his right.

“Good night.” Harry said that maybe next time, if there was another time, he should have asked her out.

She was probably expecting him to talk, and now she's angry with him, or she's lying in bed crying for Cedric.

He didn't know what to think, and Hermione's explanation seemed to complicate it all, not make it better.

Think about what they can do in a deserted grove, a late night classroom, or an iron pot?!

Neither Ivan nor Hermione elaborated, nor did Harry think of it.

Ron said a lot, but obviously it wasn't feasible, and Autumn didn't seem as open as Lavender.

The school was supposed to teach this, and he turned his head, the girl's mind, which was at least much more useful than the divination lesson.

Neville soon fell asleep, smoking his nose in his sleep and an owl screaming from afar.

Harry dreamt that he had returned to the room where D.A. had gathered late at night, with him and Autumn alone in the room.

Autumn complained that he had tricked her into saying that he had promised to give her 150 chocolate frog paintings as soon as she arrived.

Harry confessed that he didn't.

Autumn screamed, "Cedric gave me so many chocolate frog pictures, look! ”

She pulled a picture out of her robe and threw it in the air, and then she became Hermione.

Hermione said, "You promised her, Harry! I think you'd better give her something else. How about your crossbow? ”

Harry argued that he could not give the crossbow to Autumn because Umbridge had taken it, and it was all absurd.

He just went to D.A. 's room to hang some Christmas colored balls shaped like Dobby's head.

Then, the dreams became illusory!

He thought it was that dark corridor and that door again, and he was getting tired of the dream, but it wasn't.

This time, he felt like he had become Dobby's head, wrong, a hard circular statue, or something like that.

He was placed on a dark, icy, inclined, curved stone, rare in dark gold, with a hazy starry sky above the incline.

You can see a full moon in the sky, the moon covered by clouds and the light dimmed.

Harry heard the waves and smelled a very bad smell, which he thought was the smell of sea water, but it wasn't right.

Harry soon found out that it smelled bloody.

His eyes went down, through the blurred moonlight, and he rarely saw many corpses of flesh around him, there were elves, there were magical animals, there were dragons, there were many humans, they were cold and cold there, motionless, and his eyes stuck in front of him.

The common feature of these bodies is that they are fresh, as if they had just been killed.

They stacked together, stacked in front of Harry, as if offering him a sacrifice.

He felt his blood turn cold all of a sudden, he didn't understand why there were so many bodies here, what was going on with this dream?

He wanted to shout, but couldn't make a sound, and everything around him became extraordinarily real.

In the sky, the clouds slowly passed and the bright moonlight fell.

Harry could see clearly this time, not far from him, Voldemort was sitting there, and he thought it was part of many bodies.

Voldemort had a black hood on his head and couldn't see his face clearly, but Harry recognized him at a glance, like looking at himself in a mirror.

It's a disgusting feeling of familiarity, Harry doesn't know why.

Just as he stared at Voldemort, the scar on his forehead began to hurt and became more and more painful, an unknown sign...

He forced his eyes away and the other bodies in the room were extraordinarily clear in the moonlight.

They were tortured before they died, and the expression on their faces was extremely distorted, with painful marks, a scene that only happens in hell.

With a loud noise, Voldemort remained motionless and Harry hurriedly raised his head.

In the sky, a shadow suddenly appears beneath the moon.

Harry swore that it took him three seconds to figure out what it was, an odd boat with a faucet figurine at the bow, a long hull, a giant mast in the middle, and a square sail.

Not far from the sky, there is also a beautiful golden gate with intricate tattoos engraved on it, which is coming out of the door.

This dream is getting strange, what is going on?!

Soon, the moon was covered with clouds, and everything around it faded away.

Harry didn't understand, he turned into a statue, and Voldemort sat beside him, surrounded by tortured bodies.

And that big ship in the air suddenly appeared odd, giving people a gloomy sense of terror.

More and more anxious, Harry tried to force himself to wake up without success.

Moments later, he began to clearly feel his breath, his heavy breath, which was strange, how could the statue breathe?!

As he breathed, something in the surrounding flesh slowly sucked by him, as if he were a psychedelic.

Blood is boiling, and Harry can clearly feel the essence of what he or he has become in eating flesh.

His power seems to have been enhanced, stronger than just now, and less weak.

Voldemort moved slightly, and green glow began to appear around his body.

Harry's body also began to shine a pale red light, and green and red light gradually merged, and Harry felt that a terrible creature was awakening.