Snape, the Sunshine of Hogwarts.

Chapter 202 Harry's Dream
As Nico was engrossed in translating the alchemical symbols on the mural before him, an afternoon passed. Several Albanian Aurors came down to help him by bringing him food.

He then discovered that Blake was missing.

Without hesitation, Nico immediately checked the pockets of his robe and found that the letter that Severus had sent him was gone.

"Did you see a big black dog run out from up there?"

Hearing his question, the Albanian Auror, who had left the food underground after delivering it, was somewhat puzzled.

"Are you talking about your pet? It left around 3 p.m. with a piece of paper in its mouth. The people guarding the tunnel entrance saw it and initially tried to stop it, but someone recognized it as being with you and assumed you had sent it to do something, so they let it go."

Nico smiled. He wasn't angry, nor did he intend to immediately find Blake. He simply muttered something to himself.

"Sure enough, even after experiencing a major setback because of his personality, it's unlikely he'll change."

His words were not quite heard by the Albanian Auror standing nearby.

Are you speaking to us?

Nico simply waved to them, shrugged as he slowly ate his sandwich.

"Let him be, Severus will teach him a lesson."

On the very night that Severus and his companions sent out a letter seeking help from Nicolas Flamel, they also encountered strange things at the troll camp.

Or more specifically, Harry had a strange dream.

That was the night he and Draco squatted in front of the research room, eavesdropping on Severus and Lupin studying the silver whistle. After dinner, Harry was exhausted after taking a walk with Draco and Severus along the nearby river.

After returning to his tent and lying on his bed, he fell asleep not long after. But in his sleep, he had a nightmare and entered a strange perspective.

He was still in the forest, but his perspective was exceptionally low, so low that the withered grass and leaves beneath him were clearly visible, and he could even see a nest of ants moving house!
This startled Harry, who finally realized that somehow he had turned into a snake!

A slender snake with brown scales.

Furthermore, the species looked familiar to Harry. Before entering Logara, Severus had specifically explained to him and Draco what kinds of animals they should get away from as soon as possible when they encountered them in the forest.

One of them is myself now.

The snake's name seems to be... the horned bee snake!
This is the most venomous of the bee snakes, and it's not uncommon in this area near Albania, so Severus gave them a heads-up.

Harry's mind was in a mess. He didn't know how he had suddenly turned into this snake, or why he was here.

But right now, the snake's body is clearly not under his control; he can only share its vision and senses.

The snake seemed to be wandering aimlessly through the forest. It crossed a small river that Harry found somewhat familiar, then dodged several magical creatures that looked like leopards and were hunting for food, before finally arriving at the foot of a small hill.

"Fizz!"

The sound was clearly coming from within itself, and the snake was still slithering around, as if it were searching for something.

The sky was very dark that night, and the entire starry sky seemed to be covered by clouds. Neither the stars nor the moon could emit a single ray of light.

In the dim light, Harry felt a rustling sound behind him, like grass being crushed, or something soft sliding across the rough ground.

And then, without anyone noticing, the surroundings became extremely quiet, as if this were not a forest, but a cage sealed off by dark walls!
Harry felt the eeriness and coldness permeate his consciousness; his spirit trembled, and he instinctively wanted to turn around to see what the creature behind him was.

At that moment, his thoughts seemed to resonate with those of the snake he was currently possessing, and the horned bee snake turned its head back.

The moment a colossal creature lurking in the shadows came into Harry's view, it jolted him awake from his nightmare!

After sitting up in bed, Harry began to breathe heavily, his forehead covered in sweat. After a moment of stunned silence, he fumbled in the dark and finally found the lamp switch. Then he took out his contact lenses and put them on.

His movements startled Puffy, who was curled up in the closet. With curious eyes, it watched Harry hastily put on his clothes, slip on his slippers, and finally push open the door and run quickly toward Severus's bedroom.

Puffy jumped down from the cabinet, rolling and leaping on the ground, trying to keep up with Harry, but ultimately failed. It watched as Harry knocked on the door of Severus's bedroom and then closed it again.

Severus was still awake when Harry knocked on the door.

He was trying to brew the potion called "True Potion" according to the recipe Grindelwald had given him.

The greatest function of this potion is to help wizards maintain their magical power at the moment they drink it, but in reality, this effect is quite useless.

As wizards grow, their magic gradually increases, reaching its peak upon reaching adulthood.

After that, magic power will basically remain at this peak, with almost no chance to increase it further, and it will not weaken with the passage of time or the aging of the body.

Therefore, this kind of potion with constant magic power has very few uses other than poisoning young wizards whose magic power is still growing and has not yet reached its peak, or as a poison for murder.

That's why Grindelwald described it as an unorthodox potion.

Although the potion's effects were unorthodox, the materials it actually required were not particularly precious. Severus had already prepared the materials for brewing the potion back in France.

These past two days, apart from studying the silver whistle with Lupin, he has spent the rest of his time trying to complete this potion.

With his talent in potions, he only failed once due to the difference in techniques between modern and ancient potion makers, but he was almost certain to succeed the second time.

This silenced Snape, who had been hoping to see Severus make a fool of himself.

It can only be said that in addition to the potion-making talent that Severus's body possessed, his soul also had considerable talent.

Based on the brewing time, the potion should be ready by 2:15 AM tonight, which is why Severus hasn't slept.

Severus was quite surprised when Harry knocked on his door and rushed in looking flustered.

"What happened?"

Harry took several deep breaths to calm himself down, then stared wide-eyed at Severus.

“Teacher! When you first arrived in Albania, you told me that if, if I came to this forest, it was possible, it was possible to have some strange dreams! Right!” Hearing Harry’s breathless words, Severus’s expression also turned serious.

What he told Harry before was naturally what Harry experienced in the original book. Because Harry was accidentally turned into Voldemort's Horcrux, he had a fragment of Voldemort's soul in his body, which led to a profound connection between him and Voldemort himself.

Such a connection is hardly a good one, because it is two-way; when Harry is spying on Voldemort, Voldemort himself will also sense something.

He might not notice this sensation once or twice at first, but after many repetitions, this man, hailed as the most powerful dark wizard in history, would surely become aware of it.

As for when exactly this feeling would occur, Severus couldn't figure it out.

At least in Harry's first year at school, Voldemort, who was possessing Quirrell, did not cause Harry to have any dreams despite being in close contact with him.

The period when Harry truly experienced Voldemort's perspective in his dreams was during the time when Voldemort's power was gradually restored.

Therefore, when they first arrived in Albania, Severus only warned Harry that he might encounter such a situation, without being certain that Harry would actually experience it, just as a precaution against any possible event.

Now, Harry has come to him about this, instantly drawing Severus's attention.

What did you dream about?

“I’ve turned into a snake!” Harry’s face was pale. “The kind you warned Draco and me not to go near before we entered the forest, called… called a horned bee snake!”

"I crawled through the forest, as if searching for something, and then crossed a small river. The river felt somewhat familiar to me, much like the one near the valley before. Later, I came to a mountain, flicking my tongue and making sounds, as if summoning something!"

"Just as I felt something coming from behind me, I suddenly woke up. I couldn't see clearly what was being summoned, I only vaguely saw that it was very big!"

Severus listened attentively to Harry's story, and then quickly pulled out a piece of paper and sketched the shape of a small hill on it with a quill pen.

"Is this what you saw in your dream? The mountain wasn't high, it was bare, there weren't many trees, and there was hardly any grass."

"Correct!"

Clearly, Harry still vividly remembers the scene he saw in his dream, and he immediately confirmed it after Severus described and drew what the hill looked like.

"It's right here! As I recall, it was a short distance east of that little river!"

The mountain Harry saw in his dream was none other than the small hill next to the underground ruins!

Severus fell into thought at that moment, his brow furrowed slightly as he pondered and continued to ask Harry questions.

"Did you see many dead animals on that mountain?"

“No,” Harry shook his head. “It’s all bare up there. I didn’t see anything.”

Severus frowned even more deeply now.

He turned and went to the window, opened it, and gestured for Harry to look at the clear night sky.

"What about the sky in your dreams? Is it as clear as this?"

Harry kept shaking his head.

"No, the night in my dream was very dark, and the clouds completely covered the sky!"

This answer puzzled Severus even more.

Based on his impression of the original book, what Harry could dream about should be what Voldemort was experiencing and doing.

In other words, the time Harry was dreaming and the time Voldemort was experiencing should be the same time.

But judging from Harry's retelling, what he experienced in his dream didn't seem to be what happened tonight at all.

It's more like Voldemort's experience of going to the vicinity of that underground ruin at some point in the past.

However, if it can be confirmed that what Harry dreamed about happened before, then the enormous creature he vaguely saw at the end was very likely the basilisk that had been hiding in the underground ruins all along!
Severus stroked his chin, his brow gradually relaxing.

Although it's still unclear why Harry dreams about Voldemort's past experiences, it still provides Severus with a lot of information.

He was still hesitant because he hadn't found any clues related to Voldemort in that underground ruin.

Harry's dream now completely confirms for Severus that his investigation so far has not been wrong.

The things that the banshee ghost is looking for, the strange behavior of the fire dragon in the nature reserve, and the ruins found underground that are related to the Fountain of Good Fortune are all inextricably linked to Voldemort, who is hiding in this forest!
After thinking about all this, Severus snapped out of his reverie.

“Don’t worry, Harry, having a dream like this won’t affect you, and you’re not a real snake,” he reassured Harry. “It’s a special case, but I’ll find a way to help you resolve it later.”

Finally, he gave Harry some serious advice.

"Don't tell anyone, any living being, about having these strange dreams. Remember that!"

Harry was still a little confused, but the trust that Severus had already built in his heart made him remember those words.

After Harry left, Ghost Snape couldn't wait to ask.

"What happened to him? Do you know what happened to him?"

Severus did not answer him, but glanced at the time, then went to the cauldron that was being boiled, took out the prepared potion bottle, gripped his wand, and prepared for the final step before the potion was successfully brewed.

"He dreamt of your master."

This seemingly casual remark left Ghost Snape completely dumbfounded.

At this moment, Severus had already raised his wand, imbuing the potion before him with its inherent magic.

(End of this chapter)