Everyday Players at Hogwarts..

Chapter 328 Chaos Memory

Ron's sudden mumbling gave Harry a chill.

He slowed down his pace and walked towards the empty lounge, where he planned to recall his dream.

So, looking at the stars painted on the dome ceiling, Harry fell into memories, recalling the scene in his dream just now.

Everything was so real... There was one person he knew, and two he didn't know... He frowned, concentrated his thoughts, and tried hard to recall... A dim church emerged vaguely in front of him... There was an old man under the statue... An old man with a white beard and an unknown name... He seemed to be related to Lucius Malfoy... There was also a cold, sharp voice... It was Voldemort's voice.

Harry felt as if a lump of ice had slid into his stomach when he thought of this fellow... Voldemort had broken into the church... and wanted information about a wand.

Then a familiar name appeared, one that Lupin had mentioned before - Greyback.

Voldemort wanted to take action directly... then after a majestic voice, a figure appeared out of nowhere... and a huge clock... The newly appeared wizard was dressed like a Muggle.

Harry closed his eyes tightly, trying hard to recall what the man looked like, but he couldn't... Maybe this was really a dream?

Because it was too weird. When that person said transformation, a long paragraph was inserted... Why did I say inserted... Because the next second, he transformed into a weird, sacred armored figure... And that paragraph was clearly spoken for several seconds... Could time still slip away?
Then there was a strong but brief pain, and the next second he seemed to have turned into a mouse again... and the next second he was swallowed alive by a snake... Harry would probably never forget the sticky, dark, and squeezing feeling.

Then, the dream changed again. His body became soft, powerful and flexible, sliding across the dark, cold stones among the abandoned garbage heaps... He slid on his belly, close to the ground... The light was dim, but he could see the light of the surrounding objects, some strange, bright colors... He turned into a snake!

But the strange thing is that he can actually think.

The names of Azkaban, Antonin Dolohov, and Draco's father's wand filled his chaotic mind... Then he suddenly woke up... Maybe it was because his scar suddenly hurt?

Why did Voldemort regain his physical form?
Why did Greyback's name appear in the conversation between Voldemort and the old man?

What kind of magic wand is that?
Why did even Voldemort want him? Was the mysterious wizard also after that wand?

That wand is in Draco's father's hand?
Is Voldemort dead again?

Why did he want to think of Azkaban?
Is Antonin Dolohov the next assistant he seeks, something like Quirrell?

If the wand was really in Draco's father's hand, did that mean he was dangerous?

Alas, it's getting more and more chaotic.

Harry buried his face in his hands, trying to block his view of the lounge, and concentrated on the dimly lit church and the dilapidated dump.

However, it was like trying to hold water in his hands; the harder he tried to grasp the details, the faster they slipped through his fingers…

All he knew was that Voldemort suddenly took on a physical form, then died, and that he finally targeted Draco's father.

"Hello, Harry, are you okay?" Harry's heart trembled and he looked towards the source of the sound.

It's Helena!

She was suspended in the air, matched with the stars in the dome of the round room, just like the beautiful Chang'e mentioned in Ryan's story.

"Nothing, just a nightmare." Harry didn't tell the truth. He felt that telling Helena would make her think he was a lunatic.

Harry didn't really care if others thought that about him, but it would be bad if that person was Helena.

At 12 noon, while having lunch in the auditorium.

Harry stopped Draco and pulled him over to the Ravenclaw table.

"Antonin Dolokhov?" "I know him. He is an enemy of my family."

"He killed my mother's two brothers and their families."

"He is in Azkaban now."

"Harry, why are you saying this all of a sudden?"

"And he stopped Draco as well." Ron frowned, as if he heard something disgusting.

Ron actually didn't have a strong impression of what Antonin Dolohov did, because his two uncles were killed before he was born.

Moreover, their mother didn't want to mention them, so as to pretend that they were still alive.

However, he could see that it was his mother who occasionally looked at a gold watch and shed tears in the middle of the night.

Ron remembered the watch very clearly - the back of the watch was a little uneven, and there were no hands on the dial, only a few moving stars.

"Well, I had a dream, but you know, I have an inexplicable connection with Voldemort." Harry began to tell everything in his dream intermittently.

"If I heard correctly, somewhere unknown to us, Voldemort has regained his physical form?"

"Then why did he steal the Philosopher's Stone last year?" asked Ron.

The reason he didn't question that it was just a dream was that Harry didn't know Antonin Dolohov and had never heard of him, and Harry suddenly said this name, which meant that this dream must be true.

"Perhaps he is only temporarily resurrected, as if possessing Quirrell?"

"I know why Greyback's name came up in their conversation."

"He must have been possessed by Voldemort, and the old man recognized it," Draco guessed.

"Maybe. But last school year, he could only stay in the back of Quirrell's head. But in his dreams, he could occupy a wizard's body by himself. I think his skills are slowly recovering." Harry couldn't help but worry.

"Maybe he drained Quirrell's life force last school year and restored some of his power."

"But didn't Voldemort die again in your dream?"

"Now it's just a snake in the garbage dump."

"I think it will take him another ten years to recover slowly." Ron frowned at first, then joked.

In his eyes, Voldemort would be quiet for a long time.

"No, I don't think so."

"He finally thought of Antonin Dolokhov."

"Dolohov is very old! He's still in Azkaban."

"If Voldemort's plan really took more than ten years, I think Dolohov would have been dead by then."

"So—" Draco guessed, and Harry and Ron gasped.

(End of this chapter)