Harry Potter and the Great Old Ones

Chapter 638 Another Dream Behind the Curtain

"what!"

Harry shivered from the biting wind and instantly snapped back to reality.

He found himself in a vast snowfield, with howling winds blowing overhead.

The sand and ice crystals mixed with the gale lashed at Harry's face, causing him waves of pain.

Wait, pain?
Harry responded slowly.

Why do I feel pain?
Harry had had lucid dreams like this before.

Last semester, when he was frequently harassed by Voldemort, he often had these lucid dreams.

At that time, Harry was sometimes Nagini the snake, and sometimes Voldemort himself.

When Harry was Nagini the snake or Voldemort, he could feel excitement, happiness, anger, and even the taste of blood in his mouth, but he had never felt cold or experienced such real pain.

Harry shivered and prepared to take a few steps in the icy, snowy wilderness.

But Harry had only taken one step when he was too cold to stand it.

He was wearing his bed clothes, barefoot, in thin pajamas.

With just one simple step, Harry felt his feet freeze, and he could feel himself rapidly losing body temperature.

His consciousness, which had only been conscious for a short time, began to blur. The muscles in his face began to twitch uncontrollably, and his whole body felt tingly, as if countless hot needles were poking under his skin, making Harry want to take off all his clothes.

"Haha. Li. Ha. Li. Ha. Li."

Harry felt as if he heard a call, as if someone was calling his name anxiously. The call should have been urgent, but it sounded slowed down and stretched in Harry's ears.

"Haha. Li. Ha. Li. Ha. Li. Ha. Li. Ha. Li."

That anxious shout came again, accompanied by a slight shoving sensation that seemed to have slowed down as well.

But Harry was too preoccupied with the strange shoving and shouting to care about now.

He was gradually losing consciousness from the cold, and soon he would feel and hear nothing at all, but at this critical moment—

Harry felt as if Tyella had appeared before him.

Then Tierra raised her bone hand, which was burning with golden-red flames, and jabbed it hard between Harry's eyebrows.

Harry felt his body suddenly stiffen, as if he could feel his limbs again. His legs twitched, and he felt as if he were falling into a bottomless abyss, plummeting rapidly.

"what!"

Harry woke up with a scream, flailing his limbs wildly and messing up the blankets covering him, like a panicked drowning man struggling desperately.

Finally, Harry seemed to have found the exit of the blanket. He forced himself to sit up in bed, panting heavily, despite the palpitations in his heart.

After Harry's heartbeat gradually calmed down, he hurriedly groped for his glasses and put them on. Harry realized that the area around his bed was now quite crowded.

Neville, Ron, and Seamus all stood by his bedside, looking at him with worried expressions.

Sitting on the edge of his bed was Tierra, whom he hadn't seen in the dormitory for a long time.

Tiera was retracting the bone hand, then flicking it to extinguish the golden-red flame burning at its fingertips, as if flicking a match.

“Harry, you just scared us to death!” Ron said worriedly.

"I saw you shivering under the covers as soon as I came in," Ron said, still shaken. "I thought you had a cold, so I touched your forehead, but I didn't expect you to be so cold!"

“I tried to wake you up, but I couldn’t shake you no matter what I did. I was afraid something might have happened to you, so I had Seamus and Neville continue to try to wake you up. Then I ran to get Tierra,” Ron said. “Thank God you finally woke up. You have no idea how terrible your face looked just now, all purple and blue. If you hadn’t been breathing heavily and trembling, I would have thought you were dead.”

"Tierra!" Harry called out anxiously for Tierra, forgetting to thank Ron. "I just had a really weird dream. I dreamt of an endless, pristine white snowfield, with a freezing wind blowing across it. No, I... I first went through a huge, deep cave. The cave walls were inlaid with all sorts of glowing stones and strangely shaped stalactites. Then, after I came out of the cave, I found myself on a snowfield. And then suddenly I felt incredibly cold, and I realized I really was on a snowfield."

"Then I felt incredibly cold. The snowfield felt so real; when I took a step forward, it felt like I was actually stepping on snow. I could even hear the crunching sound of my footsteps and feel the pain of the wind hitting my face with ice crystals. Then I felt like I was frozen solid. Then I heard someone calling my name. Then I felt like someone was shaking me. And then I saw you appear. You reached out and poked me. And then I felt like I was falling."

Harry chattered on and on, describing his dream in one breath as if he were spilling beans, afraid that he would forget it.

After saying all that in one breath, Harry coughed violently.

It was only then that Harry suddenly realized his throat was extremely dry and his face was a little sore. He touched it and felt as if he could feel a few shallow scratches.

At the same time, he felt a burning itching sensation all over his body, especially in his feet.

"Was I just...was I just teleported to some snowy plain?" Harry asked, trying to ignore the strange sensations he was experiencing.

“Don’t be silly, Harry, you’ve been here the whole time,” Ron said. “Seamus and Neville can testify that you were still asleep in bed when they came back, and they didn’t turn on the lights so as not to disturb you.”

“But—” Harry seemed to want to argue something, to say how real his feelings were just now, and how uncomfortable he was now.

“It was a dream, but it was also real.” But Tyella interrupted Harry’s attempt to explain.

Then Tyella stood up from Harry's bedside and yanked the covers off him.

"Ah!" Harry exclaimed.

"How is this going?"

"Harry, where did you get those red spots on your body?"

Ron, Seamus, and Neville were also startled.

Harry was in terrible shape. His exposed skin was pale and swollen, and his fingers were swollen like little radish heads.

Her once delicate and fair feet developed dark brown chilblains accompanied by redness and swelling.

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