Black Fog.
The black fog was blown by the wind.
In the black fog, there was a woman with a blurry figure, laughing with a hoarse voice.
The laughter echoed in the fog and shattered in the cold wind.
The fragments were like sharp blades that cut through the fog. Bookshelves that stood like tombstones could be vaguely seen in the fog.
Harry stumbled in the labyrinth of the library, looking for something.
He bumped into many bookshelves along the way.
The books that he knocked down were blown away by the wind, and the pages scattered like butterflies.
They were blown into Harry's face by the wind.
Harry tore off a page from the book that blocked his view.
He saw the words printed on it: "… Harry Potter is a very unusual boy in many ways. For example, he hates summer vacation the most in the year … "Before he could read the contents of the paper, the page of the book crumbled into powder in his hand.
Harry continued to search like a madman.
He desperately wanted to find the book in the bookshelves on both sides.
But even he didn't know the name of the book. He could only watch the bookshelves being swallowed by the black fog.
Then there was a series of collapsing sounds in the darkness.
The library was collapsing quickly.
Harry opened his mouth and suddenly felt cold.
So he crouched down with his arms crossed.
He clenched his teeth to stop himself from shivering.
The blurry figure of the woman walked towards him in the black fog.
Stopping in front of him, Harry looked up blankly and asked, "Who are you?"
The person didn't answer, but asked back, "Who are you looking for?"
Harry was in a trance, but he couldn't help but say, "I'm looking for an old friend."
"Who is the old friend?"
"It's …" Harry only felt a huge chill binding him tightly, and the chill went straight to his bones. Many faces appeared in front of his eyes again. Harry bit his lower lip until it bled, and then he said a name.
Harry Potter, he said. I'm looking for Harry Potter.
"Fool, Harry Potter is a big fool."
As it spoke, it stretched out a thin, pale hand and drew Harry to his feet, and the black mist cleared away in an instant.
Harry found that they were standing in the ruins of a library, and the young woman opposite them could even be classified as a young girl. She had messy short hair and delicate but cold facial features.
Jia Mei … Harry called out her name soundlessly. Then, he realized that the person standing in front of him was only Jia Mei's Phantom, a Phantom that resembled white mist.
Professor Kamia, on the other hand, was leaning against the wall with her head lowered. Her hands were hanging limply as if she had fallen asleep.
"Jia Mei …" Harry used all his strength to finally shout out that name.
"Shh." The Phantom Jia Mei covered Harry's mouth with her cold hand, and then she smiled slyly. She bent down and held Harry's face, so that their foreheads were touching. Some silver light was drawn out from the Phantom, and then it wrapped around the boy's body. If there was a third party looking closely at that moment, they would see that there were many silver letters.
Harry was hit by those letters, and he instantly felt great pain. He suddenly arched his body back, wanting to push Jia Mei away, but this body didn't seem to belong to him at all. He wasn't in this body anymore. He was floating on the ceiling as a bystander, but the pain of the body being split apart belonged to him. After the body was split open, the immense and empty pain and sorrow that poured out belonged to him.
No — this should be a dream! He struggled, but he couldn't wake up.
Why? Why can't I wake up from the pain? This was supposed to be a dream!
"Ah —" He roared and pushed Jia Mei's Phantom away, but the cunning woman had already retreated and disappeared into thin air. Harry fell into the pile of broken books, and he hoarsely questioned Professor Kamia, who was slowly waking up. "What the hell are you doing?"
Kamia didn't look at him. Instead, she took out a silver potion bottle from her robe, and then … pointed the wand at herself. "Separation of Soul and Body." A wisp of gray smoke floated out from the female professor's temple, and under the guidance of the wand, it fell into the potion bottle.
No … this can't be. Harry thought sluggishly, but he had already taken out his wand. It was thirteen and a half inches long, made of holly wood and phoenix tail feathers. It was Harry Potter's wand.
"Remove your weapon!"
Kamia was faster than him. The wand in Harry's hand flew out, and he rolled to the side. The pain had not faded from his body, and he could only watch as Kamia drank the potion bottle. "No …"
The potion bottle fell to the ground. Kamia clutched her abdomen in pain and sat down against the wall. Before Harry completely fainted, he saw a flash of red in the female professor's eyes.
A dividing line.
It was Professor Kamia who picked up Harry in front of the Room of All Requests. Everyone said so.
"I guess he drank a little," the female professor said with a sigh. As the female professor said this, she seemed to be rather emotional. "It seems that the school has too many troubles recently."
"Thank you, Kamia." Dumbledore smiled and thanked Kamia. His eyes twinkled behind his glasses. "Do you want Madam Pomfrey to check you?"
"Me?" Kamia touched her abdomen and smiled. "I'm fine."
Hermione and Ron, who were sitting beside Harry's bed, looked at Kamia's expression and looked at each other. Ron was puzzled, and Hermione was surprised.
Madam Pomfrey, who came out of the pharmacy angrily, happened to hear Kamia's words. Her eyebrows raised even higher, and she stuffed a few bottles of potions in her hand to Hermione. "Feed them to Harry." Then she waved her wand, and several spells hit Kamia, reflecting different colors.
"Bobby!" Kamia showed a rare look of panic.
"Kamia!" Madam Pomfrey roared back at Kamia. "The magic is unstable — is this what you mean by fine? And you, Abusi! Let a pregnant professor teach a practical training class. What if an accident happens? "
Dumbledore obediently took the lecture, and Kamia did not dare to speak at all. She obediently put on her wizard hat and listened to the Winged Queen's outburst. "Go lie down on that bed. I want to give you a comprehensive examination. Did you eat the diet I gave you last time? Where's the list of precautions? Abusi — go and call Xenophilius Lovegood over! "
Professor Kamia is pregnant? Ron looked at Hermione in horror.
Hermione looked at Harry, who was still sleeping. The boy was said to have fallen down when he was drunk and hit his forehead. When Kamia sent him to the Medical Wing, his forehead was covered in blood. Now, the blood had been wiped clean, leaving only a lightning-shaped scar.
"His fall was really cool …" Ron muttered and patted Harry's hand. He asked Madam Pomfrey, "When will Harry wake up?" At that time, Professor Quirrell had woken up in the afternoon.
"I don't know." Madam Pomfrey said as she poured medicine into Kamia's mouth. She glanced at the surprised and worried expressions of the two little wizards and explained, "He seems to have experienced a magic riot. Now the magic in his body is flowing everywhere. I have to spend some time to help him return his magic to its normal state. So, "Madam Pomfrey frowned slightly." He may have to stay here for a while. "
"Why would Harry's fall cause a magic riot?" Hermione was puzzled.
Madam Pomfrey glanced at the little witch. "Because he fell and hit his head."
Hermione understood a little and thought that Harry might have suffered a concussion, so he needed time to recover.
After that, Mr. Lovegood, who had unique taste in clothes, came. Ron and Hermione had to go for lunch, so they left the Medical Wing. Ron said as he walked to help Harry get some underwear, but Hermione suddenly grabbed him. "I'll go too."
"Ugh … Hermione, although you …" Ron gestured a few times. "You're still a girl, right?"
Hermione pushed Ron into the boy's dormitory. "Don't talk nonsense, Ron."
Harry's dormitory was very messy. Although there was no litter — that was all thanks to the house elves — but the clothes and textbooks on the floor still made Hermione sigh. She took out her wand and tidied up her friend.
Ron scratched his head. "Well, he's the only one living here." The real boys' dormitory was much worse than this.
Ron went to Harry's wardrobe to help him find clothes, while Hermione stood by Harry's bed and observed everything in sight: the stars on the bed curtain, the watch next to the pillow, the desk drawer full of parchments …
Hermione pulled open the drawer and tidied it up for him. She found that it was just some scraps of notes and doodles. She took a closer look and found that it was a drawing of a big bat who was swearing. There was a line next to it: Damn it!
"Hermione?" Ron had found some of Harry's underwear and socks. He turned around and saw Hermione standing beside Harry's desk in a daze. "Shall we go?"
Hermione put down Harry's doodles and said, "Let's go." But just as she was about to push the drawer in, she found that it would not budge. The vigilant little witch immediately noticed something and pulled the drawer out, scattering the parchments all over the floor.
"Hermione!" Ron was startled. "What are you doing?"
Hermione did not answer. Instead, she reached into the drawer and took out a few magic potion bottles, which were filled with transparent and colorless potions.
"What's this?" Ron dropped the bag of clothes in his hand.
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