Harry Potter and the Secret Treasures

Chapter 673: The Dream

Chapter 673: The Dream

Breathing heavily, Hagrid gave Karkaroff a glowering look.

Hagrid’s magic was weak and he was not a qualified wizard, but because of his half-giant blood, his actual combat effectiveness was very strong. Not to mention, he had the ability to tame magical creatures.

Karkaroff was not Hagrid’s opponent at all. Under his glare, he dared not say a word.

He was such a soft-stricken personality, Evan had long known it, but the actual situation was worse than expected.

Evan didn’t know how this kind of person had been made Headmaster of Durmstrang, but Karkaroff was very cunning!

“Igor, we are going to send Mr. Krum to the school hospital now, he will recover,” said Dumbledore. “Hagrid, kindly escort Harry, Evan, Ron and Hermione back up to the castle!”

“Maybe I’d better stay here, Headmaster…” Hagrid said.

“You will take them back to school!” Dumbledore repeated firmly. “Take them right up to Gryffindor Tower. And Evan, Harry … I want you to stay there. Anything you might want to do can wait until tomorrow morning.”

“Got it!” Evan replied. It was true that Barty Crouch Jr. couldn’t be given another chance.

Especially after so many things had happened, he might take the chance and take Harry at any moment.

“I’ll leave Fang with you, Headmaster,” Hagrid said, staring menacingly at Karkaroff, who was still sprawled at the foot of the tree, tangled in furs and tree roots. He did not look at Hagrid, apparently waiting for them to go first.

“Stay, Fang! Come on, you four.”

They marched in silence past the Beauxbatons carriage and up toward the castle.

“He’s so bold,” Hagrid growled as they strode past the lake. “How dare he accuse Dumbledore? Like Dumbledore would do anything like that. Like Dumbledore wanted Ron in the tournament in the first place!”

“Did you say that the man attacked Krum?” Harry said, asking a lot of questions in a row. “Who is he and why is he after Mr. Crouch? And, why did Mr. Crouch become like that?”

“Mr. Crouch mentioned the Dark Lord, and this thing must be related to him,” said Hermione. “I don’t know if there’s anything wrong with Mr. Crouch, I hope he can…”

“That’s enough, listen to me!” Hagrid shouted angrily. Evan, Harry, Ron, and Hermione were all surprised and looked up at him. “Don’t talk about it anymore. The four of you were supposed to have tea with me tonight instead of going into the woods to fight the evil Dark wizard. Especially you, Evan, how can you go to the depths of the Forbidden Forest with that Krum? He’s from Durmstrang. He could have killed you here. Imagine letting him lure you off on your own … “

“Krum is no opponent to me,” said Evan. “And why would he kill me?”

“Don’t ask me why, they’ve always been like this,” said Hagrid grimly, stomping up the stairs, “In short, the less you lot have to do with these foreigners, the happier you’ll be. You can’t trust any of them.”

They looked at one another and Hagrid was apparently still angry about Madame Maxime.

“You should stay away from the sisters. Don’t wander in front of the carriage. Who knows what will come out of it?” said Hagrid, and he looked quite frightening for a moment. “Trying to get back in me good books, trying to get me to tell her what’s coming in the next task. Ha! You can’t trust any of them!”

It seemed that Hagrid did follow Evan’s advice and went to talk to Madame Maxime again, but as a result…

Hagrid was in such a bad mood, and he kept taking them to the Gryffindor’s Common Room.

They all felt relieved, at last, when they said good-bye to him in front of the Fat Lady.

“Evan, who do you think is the man who fought you?” said Hermione, looking for an empty corner.

“I don’t know. It’s not someone I know!” Evan paused and went on, “you must not wander alone these days. Someone’s got into Hogwarts. It’s not safe in school. What we should do now is to help Ron pass the second task.”

He did not expect any further accidents, and hoped that everything would go smoothly.

“Don’t worry about me. With the help of Gillyweed, I’ll definitely have no problem,” said Ron.

“Damn!” said Harry bitterly, shaking his fist. “If Snape hadn’t held me up, we might have got there in time. ’The headmaster is busy, Potter … what’s this rubbish, Potter?’ Why couldn’t he have just got out of the way?” 

When he went to Dumbledore, he had been stopped by Snape for a long time.

Eventually, when they arrived, the battle between Evan and Barty crouch Jr. was over.

“Maybe he didn’t want you to get there!” said Ron quickly. “Maybe… hang on… how fast do you reckon he could have gotten down to the forest? Do you reckon he could have beaten you and Dumbledore there? Would it be him who fought Evan?”

“Not unless he can turn himself into a bat or something,” said Harry.

“It’s not impossible,” Ron muttered.

“Well, go back to bed now,” said Evan. There was no point in continuing to speculate. “If there is anything, you can ask Hagrid tomorrow morning. Remember, be vigilant, and don’t act alone!”

That night, Evan did not sleep well, and what Mr. Crouch said when he left kept echoing in his ears.

Evan dreamed of the terrible evil god, which merged with Voldemort…

The only one who slept worse than Evan was Harry. His scar was hurting all the time. And the worst was that he was dreaming again!

That was a very realistic, but terrible dream.

Harry dreamed he was riding on the back of an eagle owl, soaring through the dark night sky toward an old, ivy-covered house set high on a hillside.

Lower and lower they flew, the wind blowing pleasantly in Harry’s face, until they reached a dark and broken window in the upper story of the house and entered. Now they were flying along a gloomy passageway, to a room at the very end … through the door they went, into a dark room whose windows were boarded up…

Harry had left the owl’s back … he was watching, now, as it fluttered across the room, into a chair with its back to him. There were two dark shapes on the floor beside the chair.

One was a terrible tree root statue, the one Harry had seen in the summer before.

It was a mixture of the ugliest things Harry had ever seen in his life, twisted all over, with a faint red glow from time to time.

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