Harry, Ron, and Hermione walked into the History of Magic classroom and sat down by the window.

After all the students were seated, Professor Binns walked across the blackboard and appeared on the podium. Everyone was used to this and went about their own business.

"Ahem … Ahem … In the last class, we talked about … Oh … In 1773, there was a fairy rebellion in Kenya … There were about 1500 …" Professor Binns's unchanging voice seemed to be some kind of signal. The eyelids of the students began to droop, and Ron was already snoring softly.

Hermione was still holding her chin and writing something in her notebook from time to time.

Harry stared blankly at the blackboard for a while, and was not spared from falling asleep.

He rode Buckbeak and flew in the sky … The feeling of floating … Passing by the white clouds … The wind blew his hair …

Then the scene changed, and he was standing on the lawn … "Harry!

Look!

This is my new little sister! "

Haig was holding a fried tail snail and happily introducing her to him … Don't tease me, Haig, do fried tail snails have a gender …

He opened his mouth to speak, but the scene changed again.

He was standing in a dark room, and the ceiling in front of him was sprinkled with bits of starlight.

He suddenly seemed to be floating, but there was still a Harry Potter standing on the ground with a blank expression.

It was a very strange feeling, as if he was looking at himself in the camera, but suddenly there was a distance between them.

He walked forward …

That Harry stood for a while and began to walk forward with a curious look on his face.

He continued to walk …

He walked through the corridor …

The room in front …

Yes … That's the door … Open it …

Harry looked at the "him" on the ground who was eager to open the closed door and felt an inexplicable sense of dissonance.

I can't open it … I can't open it … What's behind the door … Harry suddenly received the emotions of the "him" below, as if it was forcibly transmitted. It was very urgent, with an indescribable sense of awkwardness and strangeness.

With that urgency, he instinctively wanted to reach out and push the door, but the scar on his forehead burned with pain.

"… Harry … Harry?

Harry! "

"… Hmm?" Harry suddenly realized that Hermione was pushing him.

He raised his head abruptly. Professor Binns was still dutifully trudging through the historical materials of the Sprite Rebellion. The blackboard was already densely filled with words.

"What happened to you?

I heard you talking in your sleep, what … 'can't open it'? "Hermione asked suspiciously.

Harry was stunned for a moment. She subconsciously touched her scar, but she didn't feel anything.

"Oh … I don't know what kind of dream I had. I can't remember …" Harry pretended not to care.

In order not to fall asleep again, Harry decided to copy Hermione's writing on the blackboard. However, after copying two lines, she gave up because her hands were sore and her eyes were blurred.

Sure enough, Hermione was the best at this kind of work. He and Ron should continue to copy Hermione's notes.

He thought back to the dream he had just had.

It seemed that he also had the same dream during the summer vacation in the Shack … but it was different … Compared to that time in the Shack, the dream just now didn't make him feel as if he had experienced it himself … Why was he so anxious in the dream?

Didn't he already open that door a long time ago?

He even knew that there was … Stop!

Harry didn't want to think about it anymore.

Ron muttered unconsciously and changed her position. Harry saw that her saliva had already dripped onto the 'Daily Prophet' that was used as a cushion.

Harry glanced at it and noticed that there were a few lines of small words under Ron's arm.

"… This mysterious corridor … The Ministry of Magic … The official said …"

He lifted Ron's arm and pulled out the newspaper that was stained with saliva.

Ron snorted and went back to sleep.

There was a narrow gap between Madam Morkin's robe store and the announcement of the marriage of the lead singer of the Eccentric Sisters. A thin column was pitifully stuffed in the gap. It was easy to miss if one didn't pay attention.

There were very small words written on it:

"News: Habas Polimore, a 43-year-old former rock and roll magician, was put on trial in Wissengammon. He was accused of illegally invading the Ministry of Magic and committing robbery.

Habas argued that he only wanted to pass through a mysterious corridor of the Ministry of Magic, but couldn't give the corresponding reason. The guards of the Ministry of Magic immediately arrested him.

An official of the Ministry of Magic who didn't disclose his name said that during the preliminary examination, Habas seemed to have been affected by a confusion spell, and his mind wasn't very clear.

No one was hurt in this invasion.

If the charges are proven, Habas may face two months in prison in Azkaban.

Habas has been living in Derek District's Huiping Garden 2 since he retired from the music industry. It's still a mystery why he suddenly went to invade the Ministry of Magic. "

Someone wanted to break into a corridor of the Ministry of Magic?

Harry couldn't help but think of his dream, where there was also a long corridor.

Was there any connection between the two?

Harry was lost in thought, but she couldn't figure it out. Even when the bell rang, signaling the end of class, she still couldn't figure it out.

When Harry walked into the Defense Against Black Magic classroom, she saw Umrich sitting on the podium, wearing a pink sweater dress and an exaggerated pink polka-dotted hair clip.

She hummed a little tune to herself and looked at everyone with a smile.

"Good morning, students." When the last student walked into the classroom, she said in a coquettish voice.

"Good morning, Professor Umrich." The whole class replied in a drawl.

"Put away your wands." She smiled and instructed everyone.

There was no sound, because no one took out their wands.

"Please turn to page 28 of Defense Against Magic Theory and Knowledge. Read Chapter 3. When reading —"

"— Please don't speak," Harry and Ron whispered in unison, pinching their throats.

When everyone was looking down at their books, Umrich proudly walked up and down the aisle, her pink skirt rubbing against a student's desk from time to time.

Hermione secretly rolled her eyes at Umrich's back.

After lunch, Harry and Ron wanted to play wizard chess, but Hermione said she wanted to go to the library to do her homework. They had to follow her with a bitter face. Without Hermione's guidance, they couldn't finish their homework.

Hermione shuttled back and forth between the bookshelves, stopping from time to time to open a book.

Harry and Ron were busy making up homework for the Divination class.

Professor Trelawney asked them to predict the next month's fortune by observing the trajectory of the stars, but Harry knew that she preferred to watch the students make up a long story to predict their bad luck. The more ridiculous the story, the higher the score.

"Next month … on the 3rd, I'll … um … be trampled to death by a rampaging fire-breathing dragon, because …" Harry turned the pages of the book "Through the Fog to the Future [Book 5]". "Because Mars and Pluto will meet …"

"That's a cool way to die.

I'll … on the 5th of next month … "Ron frowned and bit the tip of her quill." Die of diarrhea?

Because … the shadow of the moon covered Jupiter. "

"Creative." Harry praised.

They made up their own misfortune in the next month one by one, and the plot became more and more tragic.