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Just then, Hermione and Harry arrived at the lake and witnessed the scene before them.
Seeing the person he secretly admired standing right next to Levin, Harry felt a pang of bitterness welling up inside him.
I still have Ronnie.
He comforted himself with this thought.
In a moment of jealousy, Harry suddenly remembered Hermione's relationship with Levin.
I instinctively took a few steps back, afraid that they would start arguing on the spot.
However, to his surprise, Hermione remained unusually calm and showed no anger whatsoever at the fact that her boyfriend was dating other girls—two at the same time.
Over the past four years, she had grown accustomed to the sight of him surrounded by women, and to this somewhat distorted emotional relationship in the eyes of outsiders.
Chapter 422 Luna's Mind Reading Ability
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Hundreds of books, free! 'Looking for books, new ones are released irregularly.' She greeted Zhang Qiu and Luna, then eagerly went to Levin's side, wanting to share her experience from the divination class:
“Levin, do you know? Harry fell asleep in Divination class and woke up screaming while clutching the scar on his forehead. Professor Trelawney said it was an omen!” Hermione’s voice was tense and worried.
She turned to Harry and said, "Harry, you tell Levin, he might know what's going on."
Harry felt a pang of unease as he sensed the scrutinizing gazes of the crowd.
At this point, Luna poured the last bit of food into the lake, then left the lakeside with the empty lunchbox and sat down on the other side of Levin.
Levin skillfully summoned a towel, dried her delicate little feet, and then helped her put on white stockings.
"Ouch, it itches..."
Luna let out a soft gasp, only then realizing who the embarrassed boy was next to Hermione.
“Hello, Harry Potter,” she suddenly said.
The ambiguous actions between Levin and Luna made the innocent boy Harry feel a little awkward. He was almost having an embarrassing moment and frantically tried to find a topic to talk about. After a long while, he managed to squeeze out a sentence: "Hi Luna, what were you doing just now?"
"Just bring the giant squid some things it might like."
Harry glanced at the giant squid still sunbathing on the shore, stuffing fried cod into its mouth with its tentacles, and froze.
It would have been better if Luna hadn't explained; after hearing her explanation, Harry found her even stranger.
Luna completely ignored the other person's expression and explained to herself, "You know, Black Lake doesn't flow into any river or ocean, so there are no such things in the lake water."
She paused, then added, "Oh, don't be fooled by the way Durmstrang's ship emerged from the deep water; it traversed the Black Lake by other means."
Harry adjusted his glasses and asked, puzzled, "Luna, how did you know it loves seafood the most..."
Hermione, seeing the conversation drifting further and further off course, couldn't help but put her arm around Luna's shoulder, trying to steer the conversation back to the main point: "Luna, according to Muggle research, squid like to eat these kinds of things because they need astaxanthin. But we should let Harry talk about his dream first."
“I see.” Luna looked at Harry and tilted her head.
Harry suddenly realized that the "crazy girl" was actually so beautiful and cute, and that Levin certainly had good taste.
Just as Harry was getting a little carried away, Luna said in her singing voice, "In that case, let's leave for a bit. Harry doesn't want us girls to know about his dream; he's just too polite to tell us."
"How did you know?"
Hermione wanted to ask Luna this question.
But when she caught a glimpse of Harry's flushed face, she swallowed her words. She took Cho Chang's hand, who was reluctantly standing up, and walked away with Luna, leaving the two boys some alone time.
Harry was amazed by Luna's insight.
Indeed, he didn't want to tell the three girls about his dream, especially since one of them was the girl he had a crush on.
On the one hand, he thought the dream was too terrifying;
On the other hand, he felt ashamed to describe to the girls that he was terrified by a nightmare, even though the nightmare made the scar on his forehead very painful—he was a Gryffindor, after all.
Seeing that the three girls had already happily run off to feed the squid, Levin turned to Harry and asked gently, "Harry, is there something you want to share with me?"
Harry seemed hesitant, frowning as if trying to recall the dream he had just experienced.
"Levin, I'm in a divination class, but, uh—I fell asleep..."
He tried to use more precise words to describe it, not wanting Levin to mistakenly think he was being plagued by a simple nightmare.
Levin waited patiently for him to gather his thoughts, then said softly, "Professor Trelawney is indeed good at prophecy, but she is clearly not so good at teaching."
Harry frowned, concentrating intently as he desperately dug into the fragments of his memory...
“Levin, I actually fell asleep in Divination class.” He finally began to recount, “I had a dream, a very vivid dream. I dreamt of Voldemort, and I could clearly hear his voice, just like in first grade. There was also a woman with missing teeth who loved to laugh, and a giant snake… When the snake opened its blood-red jaws, my scar started to throb with pain, and that pain woke me up.”
Levin listened quietly without interrupting him.
“Uh—that’s all.” Harry finished speaking and then asked, “Do you—do you know why my scars hurt?”
Levin looked at Harry and said seriously, "You're right to seek help in this matter, Harry. This is indeed no small matter; it's a very important omen. However, Professor Dumbledore knows more about this than I do. You can go to him now and tell him about it."
Seeing that Harry was still hesitating, Levin reminded him:
“Don’t worry about bothering him, Harry. This is important, and he’ll be very willing to listen to what you have to say.”
In fact, Levin knew the reason for everything, but because of an agreement with Dumbledore, he decided to let Dumbledore worry about how to handle this matter.
He couldn't very well tell Harry directly that the "Love's Protection" spell his mother cast for him at the cost of her own life had deflected Voldemort's Killing Curse. The deflected spell not only killed Voldemort but also left a fragment of his soul in his first scar.
He is Voldemort's seventh Horcrux. This scar is the link between his mind and Voldemort's, and it may infiltrate Voldemort's mind when his consciousness is very relaxed, such as when he is sleeping.
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Harry eventually accepted Levin's suggestion.
Levin watched as he nervously touched the throbbing scar with his fingers and began to walk toward the principal's office.
He immediately cast Invisibility on himself and quietly followed.
Hermione, Luna, and Cho were taking a leisurely stroll by the Black Lake. The afternoon sun shone on them, bringing a touch of warmth and gradually relaxing their nerves.
Zhang Qiu witnessed their conversation with Harry the whole time, and thinking about Luna's last words, she suddenly felt uneasy.
She couldn't help but wonder if Luna could see through Harry's thoughts so keenly, could she also see through her own? For example, her own efforts to hide her "ability to control the Blasttail".
Thinking of this, she couldn't help but keep her "mechanical mind" constantly in operation, as if only in this way could she gain a sense of security.
…
In her view, Luna seemed to have an innate ability to see through other people's thoughts. If she also mastered the ability to detect thoughts... Zhang Qiu dared not think any further.
“Zhang Qiu, how about we try controlling a few newly hatched, but not yet shell-grown, blasting snails for the giant squid to try?” Luna tilted her head, playing with her light golden hair, her eyes sparkling with childlike excitement.
"You...you really could tell?" Zhang Qiu's eyes widened, her face filled with disbelief.
She felt a wave of frustration. Even her "mechanical mind" couldn't hide from Luna. Did she really need to learn a more advanced "mental barrier"?
But that's an 8th-level spell, and even the simplified version of [Personal Mind Barrier] is only a 7th-level spell, which is out of reach for her.
However, [Mind Barrier] is an 8th-level spell, and the slightly less powerful [Personal Mind Barrier] is only a 7th-level spell. She simply can't learn it.
"Hmm? Blasttail? What are you two whispering about?" Hermione interjected curiously, not understanding what kind of riddle they were playing.
“Zhang Qiu’s Animagus has the ability to control the Blasttail.” Luna revealed the truth to Zhang Qiu’s dazed expression.
“Oh, controlling the Blasttail, what a strange ability.” Hermione chuckled, then asked Luna curiously, “Did you really see this using Mind Detection or Legilimency?”
“No, Hermione. Cho Chang’s Mechanized Mind is so sophisticated that it’s enough to conceal her true thoughts,” Luna explained. “I actually saw it with my own eyes.”
"You saw it?" Zhang Qiu's pupils shrank, and he showed an expression of disbelief.
“Yes.” Luna looked at her strangely, not understanding why she was making such a fuss. “That night when you used Animagus near Hagrid’s hut, I was looking for scorpions in the Forbidden Forest next door. Didn’t you see me?”
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Chapter 423 Speculations about Voldemort's Plans
Following Levin's advice, Harry turned back to the castle and headed towards Dumbledore's office.
He walked through the corridor, thinking about the scene from his dream, a dream that lingered in his mind, as clear as the dream on Privet Road.
He meticulously pieced together every detail of his dream, trying his best not to forget it.
Lost in his memories, Harry didn't even notice the stone monster at the entrance to Dumbledore's office.
When he came to his senses, he realized he had already passed by, so he turned back and stopped in front of the monster.
Then he suddenly realized that he didn't know the password.
His reckless behavior drew a chorus of sneers from behind him.
Harry, completely unaware of this, stared blankly at the statue and tentatively asked, "Iced lemonade?"
The monster didn't react and remained standing still. Harry knew he had guessed wrong.
Just then, the hem of his clothes suddenly moved, as if a breeze had blown through the enclosed corridor.
Then, the monster seemed to wake up and jumped to the side.
Harry was stunned; he couldn't believe his luck had struck. The door opened automatically after he guessed the wrong password once.
He eagerly squeezed through the gap in the wall and stepped onto the spiral stone staircase known as the "733" staircase.
The staircase closed slowly behind him, carrying him upwards until it stopped in front of a gleaming oak door with a brass knocker.
His hand gently touched the brass knocker, and the door opened automatically. Dumbledore sat in the large chair, a gentle smile on his face: "Oh, welcome, my child. Is something troubling you?"
Harry told Dumbledore about his dream.
Dumbledore didn't say anything after hearing this, but instead took out the Pensieve and showed Harry some of his past memories.
After seeing these memories, Harry felt terrible; the truth revealed almost shattered his worldview.
It turns out that Durmstrang's principal, Igor Karkaroff, was not only a Death Eater, but also betrayed many of his accomplices during his trial, which is how he was released.
Moreover, their Potions professor, Severus Snape, was also a Death Eater, which explains why he was so disliked.
However, Dumbledore placed great trust in Snape and vouched for him.
Harry felt that Dumbledore must have been misled by Snape; he was always so kind and willing to believe that everyone could be a good person.
In stark contrast to Karkaroff's nervousness and trepidation, Ludo Bagman remained calm and composed.
He acted so naturally that no one would associate him with Death Eaters.