"Fred, I don't think it's time for a new product, there's enough Skiving Snack Boxes."
"The toad will find out about them soon, George, so we must develop a new product before that happens."
On the hall steps, the twins had an argument over their differences as Lucas walked behind the two of them and said in a low voice, "I think Fred's point of view is quite correct."
The two quickly jumped up from the steps, but seeing that it was Lucas, their pale faces turned rosy again.
"Boss, are you trying to scare us to death?"
"I thought it was that guy Filch coming."
Lucas asked puzzledly: "Why are you afraid of Filch?"
They looked at each other and said, "Because Filch is now the Toad's lackey."
"He always goes to complain to her, and every time we would be put in detention."
What the two said surprised Lucas.
It seems that some people forget who gave him this precious job.
Keeping this matter in mind, Lucas asked the two of them again.
"I'm looking for you. I've set up a study group. Are you interested in joining?"
The two looked at each other and smiled, and replied in unison: "Of course, we have been waiting for a long time."
…
Early the next morning, looking at Defense Against the Dark Arts on the schedule, the fifth-year students were wailing before they entered the classroom.
"Hey, did you hear? Professor Trelawney doesn't seem to be doing well."
"I was there and she kept complaining to everyone that she had been humiliated by Professor Umbridge."
On the way to the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom, the students chatted about some gossip.
Harry frowned, he was worrying about the Quidditch team. Although he is not the captain, he still wants to help because he loves quidditch.
And he knows very well that the reason why Umbridge refused to agree to Angelina's application to re-establish the Gryffindor Quidditch Team is most likely related to him.
"Potter, it's been a long time."
Harry raised his head abruptly, and saw the platinum haired boy standing at the door of the classroom.
Since the two parted ways last year, they have not spoken a word.
"Malfoy, what do you want?"
Harry's eyes turned cold, and he glanced from left to right.
Well, all of Draco's cronies are there, the offspring of the Death Eaters.
Draco didn't care about the other person's eyes, he raised the parchment rolled up in his hand and said.
"The Slytherin Quidditch team has been approved to be re-formed, how about yours? You know that the match between our two houses will start soon."
"So fast?" Ron said in surprise.
Draco enjoyed the surprised look in his eyes.
"Yes, Professor Umbridge and my father are good friends, I just asked her to do me a small favor."
Draco's original intention was to remind Harry that there was something wrong with Umbridge, but it's a pity that he doesn't seem to understand.
Looking at Harry passing by, Draco sighed in his mind.
"Students, please turn to page 34 of your book and read 'Chapter Three, Reasons for Non-Offensive Responses to Magical Attacks' and remember..."
The shrill and fake girly voice echoed in the classroom.
The students picked up their books and read aloud in pain.
In the entire classroom, perhaps only Harry can read the contents of the book with a smile on his face.
It's not that he likes to study, and it's not that the old toad compromised.
He just thought of what he had done these days, and he felt very excited.
Come to think of it, he, and the members of the D.A. were doing things that Umbridge and the Ministry of Magic would not allow.
Isn't that exciting?
Every time he thinks of someone who has successfully learned to defend against spells thanks to him, Harry feels extremely happy inside.
With continuous in-depth study, members of the D.A. are now more and more convinced of him. There was also a trace of admiration in the eyes looking at him.
Everyone's performance made Harry feel very useful.
Harry, who was giggling alone, didn't notice that Umbridge was watching him from the podium.
Since knowing that Harry Potter formed an illegal organization without authorization, she has been trying to find ways to punish the boy.
But without substantial evidence, she has no chance to deal with him.
'That damn Squib still hasn't found the hiding place of the D.A until now!'
Umbridge complained in her mind, walked to Harry's side and coughed on purpose.
When he realized that the toad was staring at him, Harry restrained his smile and concentrated on reading the contents of the textbook.
But she seemed to be trying to find trouble with him today, and she didn't move until ten minutes later.
…
At night, the nightmare continued to strike.
Harry really wanted to slap himself in the face hard.
Since he said during divination class that he didn't dream, he has been having nightmares these days.
Since he had become used to it, he just followed the dream and observed the surrounding environment.
This time the line of sight was very low, and he clearly felt that his body was soft and cold.
'Is it some animal?'
The question didn't bother Harry for long, because soon his attention was drawn to other things.
A vast ocean appeared in his sight.
And although the surrounding environment was extremely dark, he could still tell that he was standing on the edge of a cliff. And there seems to be a small island in the distance, and there should be a lighthouse on the small island, for there was a ray of light shining from there.
'What is this place?'
Harry wanted to go to the island to see it, but this dream's direction is not up to him.
However, through the perspective of his dream, he saw many patrolling people on the island.
But before he could see clearly, he woke up from the dream again.
Wiping the sweat from his forehead, he felt the need to talk to Dumbledore.
No matter how stupid he is, he can sense that there is something wrong with these nightmares.
…
Meanwhile, inside Dumbledore's office.
Lucas and Dumbledore were chatting about Umbridge.
"Is it really okay to let her go on like this?"
"Why not? Since we know that she is a Death Eater, there is nothing to worry about." Lucas said lightly.
"And her actions these days have indeed attracted everyone's attention. Didn't you notice that few people talk about us Slytherins recently?"
Dumbledore nodded with a smile, Umbridge is indeed a good target to attract hate.
At this critical moment, he certainly hoped to see the four Houses reunite.
After talking about this, Lucas talked about the problem with Harry's head.
"Headmaster, have you thought about using the connection between Harry and Voldemort to do something?"
"I thought about it, but the risk is a bit high."
"Big risks can often bring big rewards. I think it can be used to our advantage."
"What are you planning?" Dumbledore looked curiously at the blond boy beside him.
"It's too early to tell, we have to find out if Voldemort is aware of his connection to Harry."
"When this matter is confirmed, it won't be too late for us to make arrangements. I think it's better to start with that prophecy. It's time for you to meet Harry."
As soon as the voice fell, Lucas' figure disappeared.
Immediately afterwards, the voice of Harry came from the bottom of the spiral staircase.
Seeing that the stone gargoyle moved away, Harry's expression brightened because it meant that Dumbledore was finally willing to meet him.
Seeing Harry in pajamas as he walked into the office excitedly, Dumbledore suddenly understood what Lucas' last words meant.
"Harry, what's the matter?"
"Professor, I've been having some strange dreams recently!"
"Oh?" Dumbledore's eyes flashed brightly: "What kind of dream is it?"
Harry suddenly felt a little embarrassed.
Just because of a few dreams, he was really impulsive and came to disturb the elderly headmaster so late.
"I just dreamed of some strange things, and I think it seems to indicate something."
Harry told Dumbledore all about the nightmares of the last few days.
Seeing the old man had a serious expression, Harry added a sentence after finishing speaking.
"Probably because I was too tired during this period, so I have nightmares at night. It doesn't matter if you don't believe it."
"No, I trust you, Harry."
Dumbledore led him to the sofa and sat down.
"Harry, remember what I said about your special connection with Voldemort?"
"Of course, when Voldemort was going to kill me, my mother protected me, which allowed some of his abilities to be transferred into my body, such as Parseltongue."
Dumbledore nodded in satisfaction.
"That's right, those strange dreams you have are actually related to these abilities. It makes you have a magical connection with Voldemort."
"You can see through your dreams what Voldemort is doing, and that's not going to do you any favors, so I've arranged for Severus to help you with that."
"Really?" Harry lowered his head, he didn't think this ability was dangerous.
Instead, he felt special at the moment because he could see the bad things Voldemort was doing.
Isn't that special? Not even Dumbledore can do that.
Dumbledore, who was old and mature, immediately saw through his little thoughts, but he didn't point it out.
Because these problems will be solved by Snape.
"Want to know why you and Voldemort got so entangled?"
Harry nodded hastily, Dumbledore was finally about to tell him something secret.
Does this mean that he can also participate in the plans of the Order of the Phoenix in the future?
Harry's eyes were full of longing.
Dumbledore smiled and said, "It's all about a prophecy."
Under Harry's curious eyes, Dumbledore uttered the prophecy that was made more than ten years ago.
"The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord approaches… born to those who have thrice defied him, born as the seventh month dies… and the Dark Lord will mark him as his equal, but he will have power the Dark Lord knows not."
Yes, Dumbledore didn't tell the full prophecy, he just said a few more words from what Voldemort knows.
If Voldemort was finding out what was going on through Harry, then when he hears the last sentence, he will want to know the follow-up content.
"Is it all?" Harry asked curiously.
"No, but it's getting late now, and you'll know the rest later."
Seeing Dumbledore's mysterious appearance, Harry wanted to ask something else, but seeing the old Headmaster's face, he had no choice but to leave the office.
…
Meanwhile, in Little Hangleton.
Voldemort summoned the Death Eaters overnight.
"Before the fall of Azkaban, I need you to go to the Ministry of Magic to get the prophecy back. I will send Nagini to get the prophecy ball and you have to protect her."
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