Harry felt like he had turned into a snake, crawling through a twisting and damp cave.

In the narrow field of vision, a gloomy wizard was standing, and not far away, another wizard with pale skin and a frightened face was slumped on the ground, looking at the gloomy wizard with fear.

"I will do it, Crouch, I will--" the wizard's voice was almost begging.

"Of course you will, Karkaroff, or you will die!" said the wizard called Crouch coldly. For some reason, Harry always felt that he looked a little familiar, like an acquaintance he had known for a long time.

But Harry was sure he had never seen that face, nor heard that name.

As Harry was thinking, Barty Jr. in the picture suddenly twirled his wand and stabbed it towards Karkaroff's heart. "Crucio!"

Karkaroff rolled on the ground in pain, his clothes soaked with sweat.

Harry felt very uncomfortable after watching it. The pain of being tortured by Voldemort in Rookwood Castle seemed to come back again! His whole body felt like being cut by a hot knife! But then, Harry heard a piece of news that made him forget the pain.

"You're reporting me, aren't you?" Barty said coldly, "You're saying that I tortured the Longbottoms with the Cruciatus Curse?"

Longbottom? He immediately thought of his roommate with a fat round face, Neville Longbottom. Harry suddenly remembered that he seemed to have never heard Neville talk about his parents.

Barty the Younger kept casting the Cruciatus Curse on Karkaroff with great resentment, because he did not actually torture the Longbottoms personally. In order to reduce his sentence, Karkaroff made Barty the Younger suffer injustice.

Of course, for a man like him, it would not be unfair for him to be sent to prison even if this incident had not happened.

Little Barty cast several spells in succession. Karkaroff looked like he was living a life worse than death. His face was pale, his eyes rolled back, white foam came out of his mouth, and his whole body twitched continuously.

At this moment, a voice that Harry was very familiar with sounded, but he couldn't remember who it was.

"Come on, Barty, if we torture him to death, our plan won't be accomplished."

It was another wizard Harry had never seen before, but no matter what, Harry was at least sure that they were planning something. He wanted to hear it more clearly, but the wizard who appeared last suddenly turned around as if he had sensed something, and his snake-like eyes stared at Harry through the dream! "Harry - Potter!"

Harry felt as if the scar on his forehead had been chopped open by an axe.

He suddenly opened his eyes, sat up in the dark, and gasped for breath.

"What's wrong with you?" Ron heard his movement and sat up dazedly. "Are you having a nightmare again?"

"Yes. I dreamed of a man torturing another person in a cave." Harry covered the scar on his head. At this time, the other three people in the dormitory also woke up.

"How many times has this happened? I think you'd better find a chance to talk to him about it," Ron suggested. He didn't say it explicitly, but Harry knew that Ron was referring to Cyrus. However, Harry felt bad for always causing trouble for Cyrus.

"I think it's just a dream." Dean came from the Muggle world. Although he is now a wizard, he still doesn't care about supernatural things. "Go to bed early, Harry. Don't forget that you have Potions class tomorrow."

In fact, it is easy to verify whether it is a dream or not.

Harry looked at Neville, who still didn't quite understand the situation - except for the prophet, a person would hardly dream about things he didn't know about. Even those strangers in the dream were actually mostly passers-by you had seen before but didn't remember their faces.

He knew nothing about Neville's parents, and he would know if it was a dream if he asked.

But Harry couldn't say it.

Neville never mentioned his parents. If the dream was true, it would be a harm to Neville.

"I'm fine, go back to sleep." He lay back down, but couldn't fall asleep.

Maybe Ron was right. It would be better for him to tell these things to others. It would be a good choice to tell Mr. Sellers or Headmaster Dumbledore.

only--

'Will they think I'm making a fuss? ' Harry worried.

If I was afraid of this and that because of a dream, would Professor Dumbledore and Mr. Sellers think I was a coward? Maybe I could talk to someone first?

Harry first thought of Sirius, but Sirius only came to Hogwarts to take classes at the end of the month, and Harry wouldn't see him the rest of the time.

Then he thought of Lupin.

The only difference between Lupin and Sirius was the status of godfather, and Harry felt very close to him.

He thought about it all night, and the next day when he was in class, with thick dark circles under his eyes, he was still thinking about the dream. He even remembered all the details of the dream, it was so clear that it didn't seem like a dream.

Ron told Hermione and Ginny about this in the morning. Hermione and Ginny both proposed to tell Cyrus about this, and Ginny even prepared to write it in her diary. But Harry stopped her.

"It was just a dream." This was the most common sentence Harry said all morning.

Now, after experiencing the torture of a Potions class, the three of them had forgotten about this matter. The exhaustion from not sleeping all night immediately wrapped around Harry like a python.

His steps were unsteady, his eyelids were heavy, and he felt drowsy.

When I turned the corner of the corridor, I bumped into another person and the textbooks in my hand fell to the ground.

"Feel sorry--"

"Don't worry about it," the man said softly, and with a wave of his wand, the scattered books jumped back into Harry's arms one by one.

"Professor Lupin?"

"You seem absent-minded, Harry, and you have dark circles under your eyes. What's wrong?" Lupin asked suggestively with his eyes flashing.

Harry shook his head and said as if he didn't care at all: "Nothing, I just had nightmares for several days in a row."

"Nightmare? Is it the same every day?"

Lupin's face was full of worry, and his serious expression made Harry feel a little scary.

He thought about it and said truthfully: "No, sometimes I dream of snakes, sometimes I dream of a baby, and yesterday I dreamed of a wizard named Crouch and a wizard named Karkaroff. The same thing is that every night when I wake up, my scar hurts a lot!"

After saying that, Harry's green eyes looked tentatively at Lupin through his glasses. The other party's face was indeed serious, and there was a meaning that Harry could not describe.

"Not just him, Crouch too," Harry said quickly.

"Crouch?" Lupin showed a puzzled expression at the right time. "Then you must be mistaken. I only know one Crouch. He was once the Minister of Magical Enforcement. He showed no tolerance for Death Eaters. Even his own son was sent to Azkaban by him."

There was no sign of emotion when Lupin said this.

"His son?" Harry compared the age of the man in his dream yesterday and thought that the person Lupin was talking about was probably not the same person he dreamed of.

"Anyway, I think you'd better go to my office to rest for a while, okay? You can have a cup of tea or coffee, otherwise I don't think you will have much energy for the afternoon class."

"Thank you." Harry accepted it gladly. In fact, he had no other classes in the afternoon, so he could go back to sleep. But he was afraid of returning to the same dream.

Besides, he really needed someone to talk to, and in his opinion, the gentle Lupin was the best person to listen to him. When Harry told others, he was always worried that others would think he was making a fuss, and he was afraid of disappointing others.

Only Lupin never laughed at anyone.

The two of them came to Lupin's office together. Somehow, Harry felt that this place was much colder and the light was dimmer than when he came here last semester.

Lupin handed him a cup of hot coffee and sat on a chair, his face a little unclear.

Harry picked up the coffee, took a sip, and was about to say something when an old box next to Lupin suddenly moved and made a dull sound, as if something in the box was hitting it and trying to break free. Harry was startled.

"Don't worry about it, Harry." Lupin reached out and pressed the box, casting a spell across the box, and the things inside immediately stopped moving. "There's something dangerous in it, so you'd better not look at it."

Without a word, he pushed the box back until it was out of Harry's sight.

"Fantastic beasts? Could they be werewolves?" Harry said jokingly. As the best Defense Against the Dark Arts professor in the past three years, Lupin would often lead them to solve some magical beasts, such as Boggarts, Grindigo, etc.

In fact, some of the content is indeed quite basic, but it is also to make up for the knowledge they missed in the previous two years.

"Perhaps you guessed right." Lupin responded with a smile, without any intention of opening the box. "Well, let's talk about you. Your scar was left by the mysterious man. If it hurts, something must be going to happen. Has it ever hurt before?"

Harry thought for a moment, then answered immediately, "First year, Voldemort - sorry,"

He said the name as usual, but Lupin's pupils shrank and his body trembled. Harry thought Lupin was also afraid of the name, so he quickly apologized.

"Don't worry, Harry, I think you did the right thing, it's just a name, we shouldn't be so afraid of it." Lupin said softly, "You are very brave, braver than most people!"

Harry seemed very happy to receive the praise and recognition. He continued, "In the first year, Voldemort possessed the back of Chilo's head. Whenever he looked at me with the back of his head, the scar would hurt. In the second year," Harry paused slightly, "it was when Mr. Sellers controlled the basilisk."

"There is a connection between Cyrus and the You-Know-Who, right?" Lupin said, "It seems that the scar is always related to Voldemort. I think maybe he is planning something again. This matter must be taken seriously."

Lupin paced around the office solemnly, as if thinking about what to do.

"How about this, you come to me this weekend. I think we can try to deal with the scar issue first. If I can't solve it, it's best to tell Dumbledore or Cyrus about it. I remember he is your friend."

"Okay!" Harry nodded vigorously.

The proposal given by Lupin was a good solution for him.

And so Harry left, leaving Lupin, or rather Barty Jr., alone in the office.

"Just as the master said, Harry saw what happened last night." He had a gloomy face, as if he was thinking about something, but soon, Barty Jr. put his personal doubts aside and took out a small object, pointing his wand at it.

"Mentos."

The small object immediately emitted a faint blue light and its body began to tremble, like a suspended coin.

After a moment, the thing fell silent. -- Voldemort had returned from France.

Although he really wants to make France his base, France is not in a hurry now that it is about to be resurrected.

At least he could be resurrected first, and then he could get the power of ancient magic! At this moment, he had abandoned the body of old Batty and returned to the body of a baby.

Karkaroff was holding this scary baby with a snake face. Who could have imagined that this powerless little thing was the famous Dark Lord?

He only needed to stretch out his hand to strangle Voldemort to death.

But he didn't dare, because Barty the Younger had cast a Fidelius Charm on him. If Karkaroff had any bad thoughts, he would be killed. If he honestly offered his flesh and blood to the Dark Lord, he might have a chance to survive.

"Don't worry Karkaroff, I will remember your help to me." Voldemort said weakly.

But Karkaroff disagreed.

Voldemort's credit is almost equal to that of the Lord.

"Remember, when Barty Jr. brings Harry back, put the necklace into the crucible with me," Voldemort reminded.

Originally, he had no intention of merging the soul in his Horcrux back into his body, because Slytherin's pendant might be his last insurance.

But what happened last night gave him a guess that Harry Potter might be one of his Horcruxes, which he accidentally created after killing Lily. This was good news, which meant that as long as Harry didn't die, he would be invincible.

When he kills Dumbledore, he can split out another Horcrux and kill Harry.

Although the order has changed, it is not a big deal.

The failure twelve years ago made Voldemort realize that there was nothing special about Harry Potter. He lost not to Harry, or even Lily, but to the power of ancient magic.

From this perspective, there is nothing special about Harry except that he can be resurrected.

He looked at the boiling pot and his heart was surging.

"I will come back stronger!"

(End of this chapter)