Chapter 297 Hidden Message

When Jian Yu came to the principal's office with the information, she found Harry was already there, talking to Dumbledore.

——To be precise, they were talking about a strange dream.

Two light green smoke snakes were slowly emerging from a silver instrument and twisting slowly in the air.

"I dreamed that my belly was pressed tightly against the ground and I was sliding and swimming... The colors of everything around me were different from usual..."

Harry held his hands tightly over his head, with smoke snakes circling around him. He was sweating profusely, and it seemed that recalling the dream made him very painful:

"I was discovered, my teeth were itching, and I wanted to attack someone... I bit Mr. Weasley hard... He was bleeding..."

He shuddered and shivered, then hurriedly added:

"I'm sorry! I kept shouting that I couldn't and I didn't want to, but I couldn't help it!"

The two smoke snakes slowly faded in the air and turned into white mist and dissipated in the principal's office.

Dumbledore put the silver instrument back on another table, sat down on the chair, his eyes fell on Jian Yu, and his tone was soft and gentle:

"It seems that your Occlumency doesn't work well in your sleep. Perhaps you don't clear your mind before going to sleep... This dream shows that your mind is failing when you are most relaxed."

Harry nodded randomly:

"You were not at school, so I used the two-way mirror to tell Sirius... He said he would go and solve it... and then..."

"You did well, Harry." Dumbledore's tone was still calm and full of appreciation. "You saved Arthur by tipping him off in time. You just need to know that your behavior was noble. You avoided the sacrifice of a righteous good man."

But Harry was still immersed in deep anxiety, his green eyes were full of confusion and guilt.

Jian Yu found that except for the first glance he gave her when she entered the principal's office, he never dared to look at her again.

"That was the first dream." He was silent for a moment, then continued, "During the holiday, I had the second dream..."

"I feel such strong hatred and resentment that I want to kill someone - I'm sorry! But...but..."

Dumbledore leaned forward. He didn't look at Harry, but his eyes were still on Jane Yu. Perhaps he was deliberately avoiding Harry's gaze:

"Who do you want to kill?"

But Harry's eyes were even more unfocused than his. His gaze fell on the Pensieve in the corner, and his voice trembled:

"You... and Jade... I don't understand why this happened... I don't seem to be myself anymore... Could it be that Voldemort is controlling my mind...?"

Now Jian Yu finally understood why he didn't dare to look at himself. This sensitive savior felt deeply guilty for this thought.

But Dumbledore suddenly spoke to comfort him:

"That's not you, Harry. You just felt someone else's emotions. You don't need to feel guilty about thoughts that are not your own."

"You empathize with others too easily, and empathy leads to internal friction, which makes you unable to control your brain. You didn't dream so frequently before, did you?"

Harry seemed to calm down gradually. He nodded, his eyes became empty, and he seemed to feel much more at ease as he activated the brain-blocking technique.

Dumbledore walked to the Pensieve in the corner and motioned to Harry:

"Just in case, Harry, if you have a dream like this again, come to the Headmaster's office and put your memory into the Pensieve."

"This will help you settle the clutter in your head and give you a good night's sleep."

His blue eyes finally moved away from Jian Yu and looked at Harry:

"You have to promise me that you'll do this every time, right?"

After receiving Harry's affirmative answer, Dumbledore looked very satisfied.

After Harry left, he finally had time to talk to Jian Yu.

"Yes... There is indeed something that Voldemort wants in the Department of Mysteries. Even the place where Arthur was injured is there." Dumbledore pondered for a few seconds. "This confirms my guess, but don't worry too much. I will make arrangements."

He stood up, paced back and forth, and started another topic:

"By the way, Yu... prepare well for the exam. Of course, I'm not saying that you must get 12 Os, but I think you should try your best..."

"And with Slughorn's career guidance, maybe you should think carefully about your future path... Of course, I'm not saying that you have to follow the same path as me, but I think you should be a good kid with ambitions..."

Jian Yu gave a false smile, turned around neatly, and fled.

Dumbledore's desire to raise his child is like a wild fire that cannot be extinguished and will be rekindled by the spring breeze!