Harry had a long dream, and this was his second dream tonight.

This time he didn't see the red-haired woman... What a pity!

Harry still hopes to get along with his last dream.

In his dream, he came to a strange environment, and from the decoration, it looked like the Kingdom Cross Station.

Harry wandered around the station for a long time and found an orphan.

The child was strange, naked, curled up on the ground, with rough red skin, looking like he had been peeled off, lying under a seat tremblingly, abandoned, stuffed there randomly, struggling to breathe.

Harry was scared.

Although the thing was petite, weak, and injured, he was unwilling to get close to him. However, he moved over little by little.

Harry hesitated for a long time and finally made up his mind to save him. After getting closer, he realized that the child was... cold!

“…”

Harry sat alone next to the corpse, showing a sad look on his face, but he was inexplicably happy.

He was shocked. Has his heart become so perverted?

But after thinking for a while, Harry felt a violent pain in his head and a sound came from his ears.

It wasn't the cry of the red-haired woman, but it turned into the conversation between Riddle and William.

It was intermittent, as if the recorder was in contact with it.

Then a dazzling green light shrouded in the station.

Harry's head was about to explode, and when he opened his eyes again, he opened his mouth in surprise, as if he could stuff a ghost flying ball.

Under the seat, another child appeared strangely!

He lay next to the dead baby, crying and screaming! Harry was so upset that he wanted to suffocate him to death with his clothes.

But he didn't dare to do it.

What if that was his own soul?

I don't know how long it took, but Harry finally woke up from his sleep.

He raised his head and saw Ron next to him.

Harry called out, "Ron, what's wrong with you? Wake up, you're dead so miserably!"

Harry cried sadly.

"He is not dead yet, but he has lost a lot of vitality. I have already taken potions to him and need to be well cultivated for a while." A voice came from the other side of the room.

William sat at the stone table where Riddle sat, holding an alchemy book in his hand, and was watching leisurely.

"Okay, stop shaking Ron, it will aggravate his injury." William turned a page of the book without looking up.

In William's arms, a bare ugly bird was still lying on his arms. It was woken up and couldn't help but raise its head and yawned a long time.

Harry relaxed, with William here, and at least he and Ron had basic security guarantees.

Everyone knows that William is very awesome!

Harry stood up, walked over, and asked in confusion: "William, why did you have a turkey in your arms? All your hair is plucked out. It's so ugly!"

“…”

Fox was furious and spat a vicious mouthful of hot phlegm at Harry.

Fire Escape·The Wrath of the Phoenix!

Unfortunately, it has just been reborn and is too weak. The effect is about the same as a lighter, and it is just right to light a cigarette.

"This is Dumbledore's Phoenix Fox, which saved my life, not a Scottish hairless turkey." William touched Fox's bald head.

"Come on, fire kid, spit out the fire!" William smiled and took out a skewer of lamb skewers from his safety table.

Fox blinked with a desire and spat another breath of flame.

William put the mutton skewers on the flames and turned them a few times, and the skewers were roasted by the golden flames of the phoenix.

William shook, Fox opened his mouth, and he gently placed the skewers in his mouth and slapped them clean in one bite.

"..." Fox was furious and sprayed flames at William again.

William laughed, flicked Fox's little head, took out a bottle of canned fish, sealed it, placed it on the table, and signaled it to eat.

The little phoenix jumped to the table with satisfaction.

"William, Tom Riddle is Voldemort, I have resurrected him." Harry suddenly remembered something, and he said anxiously.

"It's that diary, he threatened me..."

"I know, Harry." William closed the book, tapped his wand and turned it into a stool.

"I've seen him, and when he comes, he's waiting for me."

"What about him after that, where has he gone?" Harry sat down on the stool, desperate to know about Riddle.

"Come on, take some calming potion. You are in poor spirits... Strange, you have been sleeping all night, so why do you have severe dark circles and eye bags?"

William took out a bottle of potion from the safety table and handed it to him.

Harry is a typical example of challenging the limit during the day and the extreme challenge at night... He doesn't sleep in the middle of the night, appears in the secret room, and plays exciting multiplayer sports with Riddle.

Harry stared at the golden watch on William's wrist.

"I made an alchemy item safety watch, in this part, dug a small hole and cast a traceless stretching spell." William noticed Harry's eyes.

"The traceless stretching curse...you know?"

"I know... Hermione also has a gold watch that is exactly the same in her hand." Harry said enviously.

"In the deformation class, Professor McGonagall saw it and she picked it up to introduce it to everyone.

Professor McGonagall praised the high level of alchemy for his watches and of course he also had strong attainments in the transformation technique.

Let us learn the transformation technique well and we can do it in the future.”

William smiled, and Professor McGonagall spared no effort to deceive the students and let everyone study hard.

After drinking the potion, Harry was in a bad spirit and his head was not so painful.

He asked again: "Where is Riddle?"

"He fought with me, and he treated you as a hostage. He was furious and prepared to tear the ticket and cast Avadasauer on you, but the curse rebounded on him."

"How could it be?" Harry was stunned.

"Professor Dumbledore should have told you," William explained.

"Before your mother died, she cast a protective magic for you at the cost of her life...that magic can prevent Voldemort from hurting you."

"Voldemort's magic rebounded back then, and so did Riddle. You can touch your forehead."

Harry quickly touched his head, and another lightning scar appeared on his forehead.

Two scars,

One left and one right,

Like a horn!

The original scar no longer hurts, but the new scar begins to hurt.

It turns out that pain can also be transferred!

"Then is he dead?" Ha asked anxiously using his long hair to block the scar.

"No. This is also my strange thing. He ran away, but he also lost most of his strength and could not appear in a short period of time."

Harry breathed a sigh of relief.

He talked about the things he dreamed of in his dream, the two babies.

William frowned. "You said you dreamed that one of the children died. After the green light shone, another child appeared?"

"Yes, what's going on?" Harry asked.

William felt that he seemed to have figured out something, but he shook his head and said, "I don't know either. I suggest you ask Professor Dumbledore."

"Maybe it's just a dream." Harry said indifferently.

He looked around again and wondered, "Why don't we leave and stay here?"

"This is a good question, we may never be able to leave."

William picked up the book again and said helplessly: "This room is a secret room set up by Slytherin, and only Riddle can open it."

"Then aren't we trapped here?" Harry said in panic.

"It's almost the same," William said calmly. "It's completely isolated here, it's impossible to contact the outside world, it's impossible to use phantom display, or it's impossible to use sound transmission screws."

"We can only wait for Professor Dumbledore to find a wizard who is snake-like and help us open the door."

"But what do we eat?" Harry felt very hungry now.
To be continued...