The Silent Bookstore Manager at Hogwarts

Harry had a dream. In fact, since arriving at the Silent Bookshop, Harry had almost stopped dreaming, but tonight he had a dream, a dream that he could hardly believe.

"Huff... Huff..."

Harry gasped for breath. He should have been covered by the soft, warm blankets in his dorm, so why was he still so cold that he felt he couldn't move an inch?

The endless cold wind seemed to want to take away all his body heat and freeze him in the ground. In order not to freeze to death, Harry desperately raised his head and opened his eyes to look at the sky.

He was stunned. It was a huge sphere radiating a blend of crimson and gold light, its body seemingly covered in countless bleeding wounds. Its enormous eyes were tightly closed. Harry dared not even imagine what would happen to him, the insignificant observer, if this huge sphere opened its eyes.

But then Harry heard an animal cry, and he was finally able to move his eyes to divert his gaze. It was a white bull, a white bull offered as a sacrifice. He had only recently met this white bull on the huge "Base of the Sun" painting, introduced by Red. But why was he dreaming about this?

Before he could think, Harry felt himself enveloped in a blinding light. He even seemed to hear his own soul wailing. The terrifying light paid no heed to his existence, simply unleashing its power.

Harry woke up screaming, his sweaty scrambling out of bed startling Ron, who was sitting next to him. But Harry's subsequent collapse startled Ron so much that he jumped out of bed and rushed over.

"Harry! Harry, are you alright?!" Ron shook Harry's bed, then looked directly at Harry, who looked sweaty and still seemed to be in shock.

"What...what's wrong with me?" Harry felt dizzy, as if he'd been punched hard. He had absolutely no energy left. Red hadn't mentioned anything about this happening when dealing with spirits. Harry wondered what was wrong with him...

Ron placed his hand on Harry's forehead. Fortunately, Harry's forehead temperature was normal; at least he didn't have the high fever that Ron feared most.

"I'll rest a bit more..." Harry closed his eyes before Ron could speak. He really felt like he'd been hit on the head, and it was the kind of hit that came with the full force of a stick. So now he just wanted to go back to sleep for a while.

Ron could only nod helplessly when he saw Harry fall asleep in a second. Fortunately, there were no classes for first-year Gryffindor students this morning, so Harry didn't have to risk skipping class to sleep.

"But what exactly happened? Can a nightmare cause something like this?"

Ron looked at the sleeping Harry and pondered. To be honest, Harry was really different from most Gryffindors. He seemed more like a Rakwenrow, a Rakwenrow sorted into Gryffindor. While everyone else was playing wizard chess, Harry would only dabble in it. Although no one knew if he stopped playing because he was bored that no one could beat him at wizard chess.

Compared to various activities, Harry Potter, this strange boy, seemed to prefer being with piles of books. He would listen attentively in every class, even Potions and Defense Against the Dark Arts, as if Snape had never made things difficult for him and Professor Quirrell was really good at teaching.

Of course, what Ron had no idea was that Harry became like this mainly because Red had truly shown him the rewards of diligently acquiring knowledge, and Harry didn't want to be left far behind, so he had no choice but to work even harder.

Meanwhile, Red arrived in the dining hall right on time. It has to be said that Hogwarts is indeed a very interesting school. At least in other schools, it would be hard to see many owls delivering packages to specific students' locations every morning like bombs.

Of course, the gifts were also quite unique. In addition to ordinary letters and some supplies, Red even saw a letter that was yelling at a student of unknown grade, which looked like a roar. However, judging from the students' expressions, they were already used to this and were not even surprised.

"By the way, did you guys watch yesterday's Quidditch match?"

Surrounded by such sounds, Red quietly ate his breakfast. The atmosphere at Hufflepuff was indeed very good. At least they wouldn't inexplicably exclude or isolate someone. Sometimes they would even find a good reason to approach Red and help him.

"Speaking of which, Gryffindor's secret weapon is actually that savior, isn't it? It's said he can even stand on a flying broomstick and control three broomsticks, switching between them at will!"

As the conversation went on, everyone's topic inevitably turned to Harry Potter, who was known as the savior. After all, Harry's behavior was indeed very special and he deserved to be the main topic of conversation.

Of course, Red wasn't interested in these things. He was determined to go to the library today to look up the history of the wizarding world. At the very least, he wanted to know what exactly happened to that so-called "mysterious man." There was also another matter that needed to be completed today.

"I remember you're Harry's roommate, Ron, right? Did something happen to Harry today?"

Ron was a little surprised to be stopped by Red, but when he heard that it was out of concern for Harry, Red immediately breathed a sigh of relief and spoke seriously.

"Harry is catching up on sleep in his dorm today. He seems to have had a really scary nightmare. He gave me a fright when he woke up this morning."

"Oh, I see. Could you please tell him for me? If you still have the energy, please come to the library. I have something to discuss with him."

Ron didn't really like Red's tone, and he didn't understand why, but Red was obviously Harry's good friend, so Ron was very willing to help.

"Thanks......."

Reid nodded and left the cafeteria. Hufflepuff's classes were all scheduled for the afternoon, so he could spend the morning in the library.

Then he met another regular first-year student in the library, Hermione Granger.

However, she didn't seem to be in a good state. At least Reid could tell that she was obviously distracted while reading, as if she was forcing herself to calm down.