"Did you guys get the notice?"
This morning, the Hogwarts were filled with this question. The lion cubs, snake cubs, eagle cubs, and badgers were all discussing something. Harry was also pulled into a small group as soon as he walked out of the dorm. Everyone was talking about the new notice that was sent out this morning.
Percy waited for everyone to finish talking before he slowly walked out and asked pretentiously, "Looks like everyone got the notice?"
"Nonsense!" Ron grumbled in a low voice, "Can't the notice be pasted on the dorm door?"
Harry rubbed his nose. He didn't pay much attention to the notice on the door when he came out, so he didn't know what was going on. Ron handed the parchment in his hand to Harry. Harry looked down and saw the words written on it: Hello ~ Another fresh and lively weekend ~ How do you guys want to spend these wonderful forty-eight hours ~ Of course, it's according to the British and American Special Higher Education Education Association's arrangement, and come to Trelawney's psychological counseling class ~
Harry looked at the wavy words on the parchment and felt dizzy. Percy had already started to explain the specific arrangements, "Students from Year 1 to Year 5, according to their combat class, will go to Activity Room 321 at the end of the third floor of the United Building for psychological counseling. Year 1 students will go from 9 to 10. Year 2 students … Harry Potter, do you have any questions?"
All eyes were on Harry. Harry quickly put down his raised hand, stuck out his tongue, and asked, "Why do we need psychological counseling? Is there something wrong with our psychology? "
As soon as Harry's voice fell, the other students also asked, "Yeah? What's psychological counseling? "
Percy obviously couldn't explain it, so it was Hermione who described the psychiatrists she had seen to the crowd. The commotion grew bigger as many people said that they didn't have any psychological problems and didn't need counseling. Hermione had to explain loudly, "Psychiatrists don't just treat psychological problems. Regulating emotions is also part of their profession." Hermione proposed a wishful thinking, "Maybe the professors want to calm us down before the exam."
"Come on, there's still a few months before the exam!" George laughed and interrupted, "Sounds like the only ones who need counseling are those little vipers!" His twin brother cheered in agreement.
"Stop arguing! Everyone, get ready. Freshmen, go back to the dormitory and wash up. Gather at the entrance of the lounge in half an hour. "Percy suppressed the uprising with a straight face, but he didn't gain much support.
In fact, most of the students had already washed up and stayed in the lounge. They surrounded the seniors and asked about Trelawney. Harry recalled the time when he met Trelawney in the Hexagon Library. He could understand why the seniors would call her 'crazy', 'crazy', 'terrifying delusional patient'.
Hermione frowned and said unhappily, "To them, only Professor Binns is a good professor." After all, Professor Binns never pointed them out and didn't give them much homework.
Regardless of what the crowd thought, Percy led the Freshmen to the Union Building to meet with the Slytherin. Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff were already in line in the hall. They were also mixed up.
"Five in a group. Those on this side, follow Baines. Those on this side, follow me." Jason came over and arranged the teams. Harry, Ron, Neville, and Slytherin's Pansy and Gore were grouped together.
Harry looked up at Pansy and Gore. He took a small step back and retreated to Neville's side.
Gore was a tall and burly man. He was a head taller than the average person in the crowd. The Gryffindor students privately said that he had the blood of a monster. Pansy's Parkinson's disease was also much thicker than the average girl. She always liked to look up at people. Ron, who was the tallest and thinnest among the three Gryffindor students, looked relatively "petite" in front of Pansy, let alone Harry. Even Neville had a tonnage advantage over him.
"Do you know what the hell this counseling is?" Gore lowered his head and asked in a gruff voice.
Harry clearly saw the freckles on Ron's face tremble, but the ginger-haired boy tried his best to look straight (?) at the same time. He looked at Gore and said in a tone often used by adults when talking business, "Ah, this is just a counseling session before an exam."
Gore's short and funny eyebrows twitched twice. He then squeezed through the crowd and squeezed in front of young Malfoy. He deliberately lowered his voice and said, "Malfoy, it's just a counseling session before an exam."
Everyone could see that Gore was trying to convey this message to Malfoy in a low-key manner, but his physique and voice were too eye-catching, so …
Everyone in the hall, from Jason to Harry, looked in Malfoy's direction. The pale young Malfoy's face instantly turned red. He then kicked his clumsy sidekick angrily and said loudly, "Yes, I told you, it's just a counseling session, so stop nagging!"
Pansy glanced sympathetically at Gore, who had been chased back, but mocked, "I really don't know why Draco would hire such a sidekick. I mean, what can you and Crabbe do, other than set off his figure?"
The tall Gore stood aside with a gloomy face and did not speak.
The group moved faster than Harry had expected. Jason soon came up to them and motioned for them to follow.
Harry vaguely remembered that Activity Room 321 used to be an indoor basketball court, but now it had been transformed into... well, it looked like a studio. Professor Shazan was standing at the door to welcome them. That was not surprising. What was surprising was that Professor Quirrell was there too!
Harry and the others were led by Jason to the east side of the activity room, where there was a long table and chairs like the west side. The Martian maiden and Professor Kamia were waiting for them across the long table.
Harry glanced to the west, where Jean and Trelawney were.
This was obviously not a so-called psychological counseling session. Megan and Kamia were just casually chatting with them, asking how their studies were going and what books they were reading, but Harry was getting more and more confused. He wanted to know if Ron and Neville were the same as him, but he just could not wrap his head around it.
What happened??? Harry was slow to realize that he could only stare at Kamia, but the female professor seemed to be very far away from him. Harry could only see her mouth opening and closing, but he could not see her face or hear her voice. At the same time, the light in the room quickly dimmed, and Kamia gradually melted into the darkness. When the light came back again, the environment in the room had changed.
Harry found himself standing in a utility room again, surrounded by all kinds of old things: old books, broken brooms, sweaters with broken cuffs, a headless cavalry doll... Harry stood up from the darkness and walked past the exhibition shelf to find a door, but he was horrified to find that there was only a watery silver curtain where the door should have been.
Harry took out his wand from his sleeve and shouted in the direction of the curtain, "Araho, open!" The baby wand that had never been used before was quite useful at this moment. The curtain shattered into thousands of pieces in front of Harry, and at the same time, the room collapsed inch by inch. The debris seemed to have turned into powder in the wind.
The rain started to fall.
Harry raised his face slightly, and the fishy rain poured on his face. It was not as cold as the rain in England. Harry stood for a moment before he realized that the rain had accumulated to his knees. It was not just a downpour.
The storeroom house had disappeared, and Harry, wading through the deep water, found himself walking through a melancholy street.
A basin of water floated past him.
A dog's body floated past him.
When a wooden bed floated past him, Harry grabbed the bed board and climbed up. He picked up a wooden board from the water and used it as a paddle to paddle forward.
A little way down the waterway, and at last came into view some gloomy-looking people floating in the water or sitting on the roofs of houses. Harry stopped his boat, and called out to a man who was sitting dozing on the threshold with his head propped on his hand. "Ho-ho — what the devil's the matter with this place?"
Just as Harry was about to ask the question, an umbrella opened upside down and a baby floated past him.
The man who was awakened blinked his eyes. His face was still sad, but there was a hint of boredom and tiredness in his sadness. He looked up at Harry and mumbled a few words, but Harry did not understand his thick accent. "What?"
The gloomy man wiped the rain off his face and yelled at Harry, "It's raining! Aureli-ano, Magondo, the endless rainy season has begun again! "
The man's words and the sound of the rain buzzed in Harry's head. It was like a giant axe that split open the scene in front of him. When Harry blinked his eyes again, the street that was soaked in rain had disappeared. He was sitting in a strange secret room. In front of him were piles of ancient Latin books, and in his hand was a parchment.
Harry glanced at the curvy letters on the parchment and instantly felt a headache coming on. He wanted to throw away the evil thing, but the parchment seemed to have grown out of his hand. No matter how hard he tried, he could not get rid of it. Instead, the words fell down and drilled into his brain. "The first person was tied to a tree … The last person was eaten by ants …"
Harry staggered and fell on the bookshelf. Many books fell in front of his eyes. Through the scattered pages, he saw Kamia sitting under the window. It was Kamia's Phantom.
Kamia did not look at him, but she was whispering to him, "All the stone turtles are about to cry …"
The world began to collapse again …
The violent rain began to wash over the earth …
Harry fell in the ruins …
"Harry? Harry Potter?! "Ron was already riding on Harry, waiting for him to wake up and give him two slaps.
"Ron … Stop shaking …" Neville said weakly, "Harry is going to faint because of you …"
"Eh? Is he awake? "
Harry struggled to push Ron away and vomited. When he raised his head again, his face was quite pale. Ron wanted to go forward and pat him, but he was frightened by Harry's unusually calm mood.
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