Harry opened his eyes suddenly and woke up from his sleep. He stretched out his hand and touched his forehead gently, grimacing in pain. The lightning scar on his forehead was burning with pain, as if someone had printed red metal wire on his skin.

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When Harry calmed down and turned over to sit up, his forehead was already wet with sweat. He looked around confusedly and his eyes fell on Ron, who was lying not far away and snoring.

What was that dream about?

Harry even knew the two people in the dream. One of them was Peter Pettigrew, who was said to have died in Azkaban Prison not long ago. The other was sitting in an armchair with his back to him, but Harry would never forget it.

That cold, sharp voice... that was Voldemort's voice.

The man sitting in the armchair is definitely Lord Voldemort.

They just murdered someone.

Harry frowned, concentrating and trying desperately to recall more things. Yes, they seemed to be talking about something, and they seemed to be planning some conspiracy.

"What's wrong Harry?"

Sirius's voice rang in Harry's ears.

"I had a nightmare."

Harry was still gently rubbing the scar on his forehead with his hand, trying to relieve the pain it caused.

Sirius noticed Harry's hand rubbing his forehead, frowned and asked, "Does your curse scar hurt?"

"Well, the last time the pain occurred was because Voldemort was nearby."

Speaking of this, Harry looked around uneasily. They were in the Quidditch World Cup live camp. There were a large number of Ministry of Magic guards here. It was obvious that Voldemort could not be nearby.

Sirius remained silent, not knowing what he was thinking.

"What did you dream about?" he asked suddenly.

"I dreamed about Voldemort and Peter. They were murdering a person, and they seemed to be planning some conspiracy." Harry lowered his voice and spoke of the scene he saw in his dream, adding, "I think that dream is very realistic.

It's like that really happened."

"You are right, Sirius." Lupine's voice sounded next to him, "That guy Peter did indeed escape from Azkaban Prison."

"Isn't this great? That bastard will pay the price for this." Black gritted his teeth and said, "Since he is already dead, he should lie back in the coffin. Even if he climbs out, I will press him back down.

Go back to the coffin."

"Professor Lupin, do you think the dream I had is true?" Harry was still a little confused. Although he thought the dream was very realistic, was it really just a dream, or did he actually have the gift of prophecy?

However, I have never heard of anyone making predictions through dreams.

"I don't know very well, but since that dream is very realistic, it may mean something. We are not experts in prophecy. We have to find someone who is good in this field, and maybe we can give you the answer you want." Lu Ping disagreed.

He would make hasty judgments on this matter, but it would obviously not be a good sign for Harry to have such a dream.

"You mean Anderson?"

When Harry asked Lupine to find professionals, the first person that came to mind was Dumbledore, and then Albert.

Harry was reluctant to bother Dumbledore with such a thing, and he didn't even know how to write this letter?

Dear Professor Dumbledore, I'm sorry to bother you, but my scar hurts this morning?

This is really ridiculous.

The principal is very busy, and I shouldn't bother him with such things.

As for Albert Anderson?

Although Harry didn't want to admit it, that mysterious guy seemed to know a lot of things. Even he was able to watch the Quidditch World Cup with Sirius thanks to Anderson, even if the other party charged a large sum of galleons.

Sirius is still very grateful for the other party's help.

Ron next to him seemed to be awakened by their voices. He opened his eyes sleepily and sat up, but soon lay back on the bed and fell into a deep sleep.

"Let's go out and talk!"

Sirius motioned for a few people to go to the kitchen outside to talk about this matter so as not to wake up Ron, who was still sleeping. They left the room silently and sat at the garden table in the kitchen.

"Do you think that dream is real?" Sirius lit the oil lamp on the table, looked at Harry who was in a daze, and asked in a low voice.

"It's very realistic, like it really happened." Harry repeated uneasily, "I heard that Anderson can see some things that may happen in the future through the crystal ball."

"Perhaps, we should take the time to write a letter to Dumbledore and tell him about this." Lupine suggested.

"Well, it's time to write a letter to Dumbledore, let me do it." Sirius agreed with his old friend's suggestion, and seemed to have thought of something again, and asked: "I remember Albert will also come to watch Quidditch.

World Cup, do you know when he will come?"

"Sirius, do you want to ask Anderson for divination?" Harry could probably guess what Sirius asked Anderson for.

"Yes, ask him for divination, that guy's divination is very accurate." Sirius nodded.

"But, he seems to charge a large sum of galleons for every divination!" Harry muttered softly.

"Isn't this normal?"

Sirius didn't care about the galleons at all.

"Is that normal?" Harry couldn't turn his head around.

"Of course it's normal." Sirius looked at Harry's confused eyes and explained calmly: "The price for a real prophecy master to make a prophecy is definitely not more than this price. To a certain extent, his prophecy is quite affordable.

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“Affordable?”

Harry felt like he had some misunderstanding about benefits?

"What are you going to ask him to divine?" Lupine changed the topic, knowing that Harry could not change his mind yet.

"Perhaps, we can ask him to divine Peter's location." Blake didn't intend to let Peter go at all. He thought for a while and said, "Or, we can ask him to divine whether Harry's nightmare is real."

"Perhaps, we can try to ask Albert to divine the conspiracy between Voldemort and Peter?" Harry said suddenly.

"Conspiracy?" Lupine and Black looked at each other, shook their heads and said, "I'm afraid this is difficult Harry, there are limits to divination."

"Okay Harry, you go back and lie down for a while. I'll prepare breakfast for everyone. What would you like to eat?" Lupine took out his pocket watch, looked at the time, and asked gently.

"I don't have anything in particular to eat." Harry looked at Sirius, who had already taken out his quill and parchment, and asked, "Is it really okay to bother Principal Dumbledore with something like this?"

"There's nothing wrong with it. This can make Dumbledore more vigilant." Sirius felt that it was necessary to let Dumbledore know about this matter.

He had a strong hunch that if Peter really escaped from Azkaban Prison, he would probably seek Voldemort's asylum.

The next morning, when Ron and Hermione got up to have breakfast, they found that Harry was a little depressed, as if he hadn't slept well last night.

Harry told the two of them about the nightmare he had last night.

Ron looked completely dumbfounded when Harry told him about Voldemort.

Hermione's eyes were a little worried. She felt that Lupine did the right thing and should tell Professor Dumbledore about this.

"Hermione, do you know when Albert will come over to watch the Quidditch World Cup?" Harry asked suddenly.

"You have something to do with Albert?" Hermione asked doubtfully.

Harry briefly talked about Sirius's plan to ask Albert for divination.

"One hundred galleons for a divination, are you sure that guy isn't trying to steal money?" Ron was stunned again when he heard the price Harry mentioned.

"The price is a bit outrageous for me, but Sirius seems to think it's a good deal." Harry was still a little depressed when talking about this, and even he didn't know why.

Hermione hesitated to speak. She felt that there was something wrong with Harry and Ron's way of thinking.

"What's wrong Hermione?" Harry saw what Hermione seemed to want to say.

"It must have been in the past few days. I remember that he seemed to be planning to watch the stadium with his girlfriend." Hermione said with a complicated expression, "Maybe you should ask Fred and George, they should have a better idea."

"I'm afraid not. Fred and George borrowed my piggy, and it's hard for us to find the owl that sent the message." Ron frowned and said that he and Hermione were invited by Sirius because of Harry's relationship.

Come over early to watch the Quidditch World Cup.

Ron's father originally planned to bring everyone over to watch the Quidditch final.

However, the two things do not conflict, because during the Quidditch final, Sirius may need to leave temporarily to help Lupine get through the painful time of the full moon transformation.

Fortunately, after the announcement of the humanoid restoration spell, Lupine did not have to suffer too much torture during the full moon.

"Don't worry, we can always meet Albert." Hermione comforted, "I'll talk to him about divination then."

"Fred and George seem to be planning to make a lot of money from this Quidditch World Cup." Ron seemed to have thought of something and suddenly asked, "Are you going to participate then?"

"Ron, gambling hurts people," Hermione said with a frown.

"You probably don't know that even Percy plans to take this opportunity to make a fortune." Ron didn't care about Hermione's words: "This is a rare and good opportunity."

"Are you saying that Albert planned to cheat by prophecy?" Hermione was shocked.

"Cheating, that guy is very lucky, does he need to cheat through prophecy? I remember Fred and George said that Albert has never lost money." Ron was very envious of Albert's luck, talking about Frey

The amazing story that De and George told them.

"So, before he even entered school, he bet on the train that Fudge would become the Minister of Magic and made a hundred galleons." Hermione and Harry were equally stunned after hearing Ron's words, "He had just entered school at that time.

You probably don’t know much about the magic world yet!”
To be continued...