Outside Hogwarts Castle, many people wandered aimlessly on the stone steps, glancing at the school gate in the distance from time to time.

They were full of curiosity about the ancient magic international exchange activities taking place in Hogsmeade, but unfortunately, the school would not let them go out at all. "This is obviously premeditated." A student pointed out angrily, "They even postponed the first Hogsmeade weekend for this!"

Harry, Ron and Hermione sat on the steps near the entrance hall. They had come here for the third time, but still did not see any familiar figures. Harry looked at the dark clouds above his head, looking forward to a rain that would come at an unknown time.

"What's in the clouds?" Ron asked suddenly.

Harry stared at the low black clouds in the sky. Just as Ron said, there was something glowing in the clouds. More and more students noticed the abnormality above their heads. Countless small beams of light pierced out from the thick clouds, and then turned into soft light, illuminating the entire castle.

"Is this... illumination?" Harry opened his mouth wide.

At this moment, he suddenly felt a sharp pain in his scar. He covered his forehead, suspecting that his head was about to split open. Blurry images appeared in his mind.

"Harry? What's wrong with you?" Hermione noticed something was wrong.

"It's Voldemort..." Harry said, enduring the severe pain. "He's somewhere, and he's so happy!" Harry gasped, stumbled a few steps, and almost fell off the stairs.

Ron hurriedly grabbed Harry, and Harry's hand grabbed his arm like a pair of pliers, leaning most of his weight on him, causing Ron to gasp in pain.

"Hiss~ You saw him again?"

Their strange behavior attracted the attention of others. Several members of the front-line observation station ran over. "What happened?" Seamus asked in surprise. He shouted to the distance: "Find the professor, no matter who it is! Harry is sick, his scar-"

"Don't!" Harry whispered, covering his head, his face twisted because of the pain. Seamus was terrified. Neville squeezed over desperately, "Harry, do you want me to call Professor McGonagall? Or Professor Black and... Professor Snape?" When he said the last name, his face was full of tragic expression. You know, he usually avoided Snape.

Hermione took a deep look at him and knew that the people Neville mentioned were all members of the Order of the Phoenix. She said decisively: "All three of them will do, hurry up!"

Just as Neville was talking, Harry's scar felt like it was roasted by fire. He felt that his skin was melting, and a picture appeared in front of him: it was a towering building complex standing on the top of the mountain. The surrounding environment was a bit like Hogwarts, surrounded by damp and cold fog and dense forests. There were two tall human-shaped stone statues on both sides of the main entrance, but they appeared in the corner of his vision, making it difficult for Harry to see clearly. A strange idea became clear: he sensed its existence, and it was connected to him by blood...

The legend is true...

Harry staggered and sat on the steps. The soft white light broke up the dark clouds above his head and sprinkled on his face, making him feel a little more comfortable. He closed his eyes and suddenly felt a cold touch on his lips. "Harry, drink it." He heard Hermione say nervously.

Harry reluctantly opened his eyes and saw a small bottle of potion dangling in front of him. "No, I don't want it." He muttered softly, "Too noisy." The surroundings were noisy, and students were shouting everywhere, making it difficult for him to get into Voldemort's mind again.

"Quiet! No noise!" Ron's voice said, and Harry saw him waving his arms to disperse the crowd that was approaching.

Harry tried his best to resist the spontaneous operation of the brain block. I want to see more things. I don't need you for the time being... Two pictures overlapped. On one side, there were footsteps, "The professor is coming!" On the other side, there was a lush tree that suddenly came into view, and the leaves swayed without wind, making a "rustling" sound. He felt two overlapping joyful emotions.

One came from Voldemort, and the other came from the tall snake tree.

"What happened... Potter?" Snape appeared expressionlessly, followed by Draco Malfoy and Neville with a pale face. "

He was the first one I saw." Neville said helplessly.

"Harry's scar started to hurt again!" Hermione said anxiously.

"Fragile people are like this, easily crushed by a little bit of reality. If his performance in the potion class is still so unsatisfactory, I can only say-"

"You know what I'm talking about!" Hermione yelled at him.

"Ten points deducted from Gryffindor for talking back to the teacher." Snape said subconsciously, and then he saw a twisted snake shadow on Harry's face. He maintained a mocking expression on his face, hesitating and hesitating, and after a few seconds he said slowly: "I can't help, it's best to take him to the school hospital."

"Old pervert..."

Ron's voice mixed with Sirius, Professor McGonagall's footsteps and loud questions who came after hearing the news, so Snape could only hear the first sentence clearly. His expression was extremely dangerous, but Sirius had already pushed him aside, so he simply said nothing and stood there coldly.

"What happened, Harry? Harry! Your scar is starting to hurt again?" Sirius shouted anxiously.

Harry didn't answer, his voice became low and hoarse, and a creepy "hissing" sound came out of his mouth. Sirius opened his eyes wide, and he stretched out his hand——

"Don't touch him." Hermione grabbed him, her expression terrified and firm. She trembled and said, "It's Parseltongue. Harry has connected with that person."

Sirius's outstretched hand froze, and his heart was in great pain. He hesitated whether to stop this dangerous behavior.

Fortunately, the Parseltongue disappeared quickly, and Harry collapsed on the cold steps and gasped for air. At this time, a stone in front of them turned into a stretcher. "I'll take you to the school hospital first, Harry." Professor McGonagall said calmly, "Then notify Headmaster Dumbledore."

Harry didn't speak. An incredible picture emerged in his mind. The huge snake tree was withering rapidly. The bright leaves became dull, gray and dilapidated, and the trunk was shaky, as if thousands of years had passed in just a few seconds.

"Crack!"

The trunk split in the middle, revealing a big hole.

A magic wand floated out of the dark pit.

There were several soft buds attached to the wand, but these buds lost their luster and fell off in an instant, and the surface of the wand became dazzling, as if the wand had absorbed all the vitality of the giant snakewood. Waves of joy came over Harry, making it impossible for him to distinguish between reality and illusion. The last picture in his mind was a pair of slender pale hands holding it.

Harry felt like he was falling into an icy cave and woke up instantly.