"What are you trying to do?" Harry propped himself up from his chair and stared at Kamia.
He asked.
Kamia raised her eyebrows in confusion, but did not say anything.
Ron stepped forward and pulled on Harry, who was obviously not in his right mind, and said loudly, "Hey!
Harry!
It was Professor Kamia who woke you up! "
"I know it was her … She woke me up …" Harry suddenly turned his head with a blank face.
"Yeah, brother … Don't you remember?" Ron held on tightly to Harry.
He explained in a low voice.
"It was an experiment …"
"Experiment …" Harry leaned on Ron to steady himself, but his eyes were still somewhat unfocused. This made Megan, who was already nervous, feel even more guilty.
"Harry, it's my fault.
I shouldn't have used my ability on a friend! "The nervous Megan even turned green in front of everyone's eyes.
"No … It's not like that …" Harry finally remembered their conversation ten minutes ago.
His emotions gradually stabilized, and he forced a smile.
"Hey!
It's not your fault.
Hello, Megan? It's not your fault. "
Harry remembered. Ten minutes ago, they were sitting here chatting with Kamia and Megan, and then they found out the truth of this so-called psychological counseling.
Unknowingly, Shazan and Quirrell met up, and they had a pleasant conversation. After a pleasant conversation, Shazan proposed an idea to improve the fighting curriculum, and Quirrell also agreed. Thus, the two of them jointly applied to Dumbledore, and received a reply: Yes, if necessary, let Trelawney and Kamia help.
"Teacher Shazan's idea is: Live simulation training." Megan explained, "This kind of training method is used by both DC and Marvel. Generally, a telepath will link several trainers, and live training will be carried out in a dreamlike situation. However, this kind of training method for some people is obviously not suitable for Hogwarts." She and Jean could not link so many people so frequently.
"Magic." Kamia took off her hat and scratched her hair. "But we have magic. We can temporarily materialize 'dreams' and provide scenes for trainers. We have spatial magic. "
"Therefore, we have arranged this counseling session, hoping to select some students with rich imagination to help us construct our 'dream'." Megan's expression had an unconcealable excitement. "This is a very peculiar task. I will bring you into a dream, but the content of the dream will be completely constructed by you – you can use your imagination to your heart's content."
"Completely constructed by us?" Ron was also very excited and asked impatiently, "But the content of our dreams is not controlled by us, right?"
"In fact, the content of this dream will most likely be the things that you are most familiar with subconsciously …"
"This is just a dream …" Harry was now able to stand firmly with his own strength, and his previous abnormal emotions had been cleaned up. "So, it's not your fault, Megan."
Megan's face was still uneasy. She stood in front of Harry and twisted her fingers. Kamia, who was beside her, was sitting on the table, casually flipping through a thick book without speaking.
Harry looked up at the clock on the wall. It had only been twenty minutes since they had entered the activity room.
"Harry …" Ron was still not at ease. "Harry, what exactly did you dream of?" He, Neville, and the others had quickly completed the construction of the dream and had woken up. But Harry had fallen into a deep sleep as if he had died. After Megan had disconnected the link, he still hadn't woken up. It was Professor Kamia who took the initiative to enter Harry's dream to wake him up.
Harry didn't answer Ron's question. Instead, he softly thanked Kamia.
Kamia casually nodded, and her hand turned another page of the book. "Let's go back. Go to the Medical Wing and ask for a dose of Life-Death Water. Have a good sleep."
Ron grabbed Harry and nodded repeatedly. Then, they left the activity room together.
The outside was already crowded with curious students. Because they had been delayed for a long time, the news of Harry fainting in the activity room had already spread. Everyone was talking about it. Had the savior fainted because of his own nightmare?
But when Harry walked out, he wasn't as weak as they had imagined. In fact, other than being a little depressed, Harry even greeted them one by one. Then, he walked in front of Jason and asked if he could go back.
Before Jason could reply, Billy, who had been waiting at the door, had already squeezed his way over. Today, he was also in the appearance of a Captain Miracle, but the way he crouched in front of Harry was still very childish.
"Harry? Are you okay? " Billy worriedly patted Harry's arms and legs, as if to confirm that he was still alive. "Oh, I didn't know this would happen … I'll have Megan cancel the counseling …" Quirrell also followed behind him, but he was so nervous that he couldn't speak.
"Hehehe!" Harry hurriedly pulled Billy's cloak and sincerely hugged the child. "Professor Shazam, everything is fine. I'm fine, Megan is fine, and the live training is also very cool. So, don't be too nervous, okay?"
"Is the live training really cool? Oh, no, are you really okay? " Billy carefully pulled Harry's little arm. The child blinked, then revealed a big smile and nodded affirmatively. Only then did Billy breathe a sigh of relief, and then gave Harry a strong hug.
Jason quietly pulled the excited Billy away, then called Percy and asked him to send Harry back to the dormitory to have a good rest. Ron volunteered to run to the Medical Wing to get a dose of the Life-Death Water for Harry. Hermione, who had already completed the "counseling", saw this and ran over. "Ron! What's wrong with Harry? "
Ron walked and looked at Hermione with disdain. "You like Harry? Damn it, they're not a good match! " Seeing Hermione narrowing her eyes dangerously, Ron quickly added, "I'm not saying bad things about you, but — Harry is still a child!" Standing next to Hermione, he was simply a little brother.
Hermione raised her leg and kicked Ron. "What are you thinking about? Harry is one of my few friends. Can't I care about my own friend? And — puppy love is wrong! "
After hearing Hermione's last sentence, Ron was finally relieved. It was good that Miss Know-It-All did not like his brother. He would rather face the unlikeable Hermione Granger than pretend to be friendly to Hermione Potter.
After roughly explaining what happened in Activity Room 321, the two ran to the Medical Wing. When Madam Pomfrey learned that it was Harry again, her expression was quite subtle. "Oh, Potter!" Ron felt sorry for his troubled brother.
"Hey, Hermione, what did you dream of?"
Hermione frowned slightly. "Nothing. Mountains, canyons, rainforests, and a lot of gorillas." She worked very hard to build the dream quite complicated. She guessed that the selection criteria should be the richness of the dream content.
"Whoa, gorillas?" Ron was a little confused. "I dreamed of the ocean and the beluga whale! It was not a simple fight. I even lost a leg! "As he spoke, he became curious again." I don't know what Harry dreamed of … "
"Don't ask!" Hermione suddenly stopped and told Ron seriously, "Ron, don't ask Harry."
"Uh, why …" He was going to ask when he went back.
"Ron, the nightmare that made Harry unable to wake up, guess what it was?" Hermione sighed.
Ron finally understood. "The mystery man …"
"So don't ask, Ron."
When they returned to Harry's dormitory, Percy had already stuffed Harry under the quilt. Even though Harry insisted that he was not sleepy, Percy and Weisles were quite like Mrs. Weisles at this time. Only Molly Weisles' Lion's Roar was missing. Harry had to lie under the quilt with his eyes open.
Seeing Ron and Hermione come in, Percy quickly shouted, "Hurry up and give him the medicine! Hurry! "
Harry: = _ =
Seeing Harry drink the Life-And-Death Water and fall asleep quickly, Ron felt that he did not care enough for his friend. He actually failed to understand Harry's feelings. He had to take good care of the poor savior boy in the future.
However, after Harry woke up, he seemed to have completely forgotten the nightmare. When Ron was about to take care of him with guilt, he unexpectedly found that Harry was in a good mood. Not only was he smiling brightly, but he was also full of anticipation for the combat class and gratitude to Professor Kamia. "Combat training! What could be cooler than this? "
"He's not scared out of his wits, is he?" Ron looked at Harry who was talking to a group of Hufflepuff in the distance and took a big bite of the bread in his hand.
"Uh … he's a boy who survived!" Hermione was troubled for a moment, but when she found that Harry was indeed very happy, she shifted her attention to another question. "Percy, do you know who was selected to participate in the construction of the combat class?" With the introduction of combat training, the combat class had been renamed.
"I think the results will be out in the afternoon." Percy was not in high spirits. According to Ron, Percy's imagination was quite poor, so it was impossible for him to be selected.
On the other side, Harry was being questioned by the Hufflepuff about what happened in the activity room that day. Harry blinked. "You're asking me what I dreamed of?" The little badgers nodded.
"Brave Hufflepuff!" Harry clapped seriously. "I haven't told many people. You know, not everyone wants to hear Voldemort's story …" The little badgers nervously stuck together.
Harry was about to speak when suddenly someone patted his shoulder from behind. He turned around and saw that it was Slytherin's Draco Malfoy. "Drac? Are you here to hear the story too? "
Drac's eyelids twitched. She forced herself to swallow the "f * ck" that was about to come out of her mouth. She stabilized her calm expression and dragged out her words. "I'm not interested in your story at all. I'm just here to deliver a letter."
A small parchment was handed to him. Harry took it and shrugged at the Hufflepuff. He got up and walked to the side to unfold the note. Drac followed Harry out of the dining hall, but she turned sideways and did not look at the parchment. Harry noticed Malfoy's action and smiled. "It's Dumbledore. He said that Mr. Ollivander is here to deliver my wand."
Drac crossed her arms and congratulated him expressionlessly. "Very good. Looks like you can finally get rid of one of your 'Extraordinary' characteristics? "
"Haha, I hope Mr. Ollivander will be more helpful." Harry stuffed the note into his robe. "Then I'll go now."
Seeing that Harry was about to leave, Drac could not help but call out to him. "Hey, Potter — are you okay?" He naturally knew that Harry had fainted in the activity room.
But the damned Potter laughed and waved as he backed away. "Very good — Drac! I'm very good! Thank you for your concern! "
Very good, damned Potter. Now everyone heard it. Drac forcibly ignored the strange looks from the Gryffindor table and walked back to the Slytherin table. "Gore, Crabbe, have you finished eating?" The two big men quickly stood up and left the table with Malfoy.
"The Malfoys' crown prince and Harry Potter?" Ron was completely full. He rubbed his stomach and looked at the Slytherin who were gradually leaving. "A racist who hates Gryffindor, and whose parents work for the person who killed Harry's parents. Hermione, do you think he's Harry's friend?"
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