bioinnovel Chapter 296 Timely Communication
Chapter 296 Timely Communication
Chapter 296 Timely Communication
Harry, whose days seemed to drag on endlessly, finally saw daylight.
Ron, Neville, Dean Thomas, and Seamo Finigan got up one after another.
Apart from Ron, everyone in the dormitory congratulated Harry on being elected hero and regarded him as a hero of Gryffindor.
Only Ron noticed Harry's unusual expression; the others failed to see his anxiety or the deep-seated panic within him.
Once Ron was dressed, Harry immediately pulled him away from the dormitory and down the spiral staircase to the common room below. As soon as Harry reached the bottom, the Gryffindor students cheered again.
Fortunately, Hermione got up early and arrived at the common room early to wait, which saved her a lot of trouble.
Uneasy, Harry didn't have time to explain. He grabbed Ron with one hand and Hermione with the other and hurriedly headed towards the portrait's opening.
Having escaped the overly enthusiastic and burdensome Gryffindor classmates, the Fat Lady's voice echoed down the long corridor once more: "Good morning, our warrior."
Harry ignored the Gryffindor dorm supervisor and dragged Hermione and Ron downstairs quickly, heading straight for the Muggle Studies classroom on the fifth floor of the castle.
"Harry, Harry Potter!" Hermione shouted. "Whatever you're planning to do, you should at least tell us first!"
Harry remained silent and walked forward with his head down.
"What's wrong with him?" Hermione asked, looking at Ron, who was also being dragged forward beside her.
"I don't know." Ron shook his head. "All I know is that Harry's selection as a champion is different from what we expected."
"What do you mean by 'different from what we expected'?" Hermione asked, puzzled. "Isn't it just that—"
Suddenly remembering something, Hermione shut her mouth and followed behind Harry without saying a word, her eyebrows unconsciously furrowing.
Soon, the three of them arrived at the door of the Muggle Studies classroom on the fifth floor of the castle.
The classroom door wasn't locked; Harry simply turned the brass spherical doorknob and pushed it open.
At the same time, Belvina in the bedroom suddenly opened her eyes, stood up abruptly, and held her acacia wand in her hand.
A moment later, there was a knock on the door, followed by Harry's anxious voice from the bedroom: "Belvina! I have something urgent to tell you! Are you up yet!"
With her hair uncombed and face unwashed, Belvina walked out of the bedroom, opened the outer door, and let Harry and the other two into the office.
"If no one is in a hurry to be rescued, please give me ten minutes to wash up and tidy myself up. Thank you very much," Belvina said.
It was only then that Harry, Harry, and the others noticed that Belvina was still wearing yesterday's clothes, her face still looked tired, and her long black hair was messy from just waking up.
"Oh—" Harry nodded blankly and let Belvina go wash up.
"There are some snacks and dry bread in the cupboard, as well as tea and milk. Have a bite first," Belvina said, stretching lazily.
It was still very early, and not only had Belvina, who had just woken up, not had breakfast, but Harry and the other two had also not eaten or drunk anything.
While Belvina went back to her bedroom to wash up, Hermione found some food in the cupboard, Ron was in charge of boiling water for tea, and Harry sat anxiously in an armchair, rubbing the scar on his forehead.
When Belvina quickly washed up, changed into new clothes, and reappeared, the aroma of tea already filled the outer office.
Hermione poured four steaming cups of black tea from the teapot, Ron was slicing dry bread with a bread saw, and Harry was still sitting there anxiously, the skin around his lightning bolt scar red from rubbing it.
"Professor Black, Harry says his name wasn't put in the Goblet of Fire by you, is that right?" Ron spoke first.
"Yes, there are others who want Harry to participate in the Triwizard Tournament," Belvina said, "but this person is almost certainly up to no good."
As she spoke, Belvina sat down in the armchair, casually crossing her legs.
Ron, still struggling with the bread, looked even more confused, while Hermione, after finishing the tea, frowned even more deeply, her eyebrows almost merging into one.
"Why make Harry participate in the competition? Is it to use the competition as an opportunity to harm him?" Hermione asked. "But there are so many professors at the school!"
"It's not certain yet," Belvina said, taking the dry noodles Ron offered her, thanking him, but not putting them in her mouth.
At this point, an anxious Harry finally spoke up, saying, "Someone wants to take me to Voldemort."
As soon as he finished speaking, the bread saw in Ron's hand clattered onto the coffee table, and Hermione almost dropped the teapot in her hand as well.
Ron was born and raised in a wizarding family, so it's normal that he fears Voldemort and can't bear to hear Voldemort's name.
Hermione, however, is a Muggle and her fear of Voldemort comes entirely from books, but like Ron, she cannot bear to hear Voldemort's name.
Belvina looked at Harry, then at the scar on the boy's forehead, and asked, "How did you know?"
Over the next ten minutes, Harry recounted his nightmare in detail: the hidden Voldemort, the unidentified man, and the plan they discussed.
As Harry continued his story, Hermione's brow furrowed deeper and deeper, and Ron even put down his dry bread, watching his best friend with concern.
If Ron had a tiny bit of jealousy last night—jealousy that Harry was chosen as a champion and that Harry was once again in the spotlight—that jealousy is completely gone now.
All that remained was worry—worry that the unidentified man would harm Harry, and worry that the mysterious man would kill Harry.
"You dreamt of an unidentified man reporting on things at school to the Dark Lord," Belvina said slowly. "In other words, that person is the one we're looking for."
After hearing Harry's story, Belvina wasn't very interested in Voldemort; she just wanted to know who the unidentified man was.
Belvina had always felt that this series of incidents lacked a connecting thread. Now, that connecting thread had arrived: the unidentified man.
“I’ve never seen this person before, I’m pretty sure of it,” Harry said. “I don’t know who he is.”
Although it's a bit of a shame, Belvina won't blame Harry for it; it's not his fault.
Harry has only been in the wizarding world for a little over three years, and he spends most of his time at school. How many people could he possibly know?
"The Dark Lord's plan is to bring you before him. What does he want to do with you?" Belvina stroked her smooth chin. "Or rather, why does he need you?"
"I don't know." Harry shook his head. "In the dream, he only said that I was the most important part of the plan."
Belvina waved her hand and said, "You don't need to answer. I'm just talking to myself. You just need to recall the details, and then come with me to see Professor Dumbledore later."
Upon hearing Dumbledore's name, Harry suddenly felt a little guilty.
Although Dumbledore didn't reprimand Harry last night, he still felt that he had violated Dumbledore's rules.
"There's one more thing. That man said he'd find a chance to kill you," Harry said anxiously. "You have to be careful!"
Hearing this, Belvina felt a warmth in her heart, forgetting all the thought and time she had spent on Harry.
"I actually hope he comes to me on his own initiative; that would save a lot of time and effort," Belvina said casually. "Don't worry, I'm very hard to kill."
"And another thing!" Harry suddenly thought of a detail, "Voldemort called that person 'child,' which is not a common term, is it?"
Upon hearing Voldemort's name again, Ron and Hermione's bodies reacted automatically, both of them twitching slightly.
"Sorry, I'm sorry—I meant Mystic," Harry murmured.
Belvina paused for a moment, referring to the Death Eaters as "children," which was not Voldemort's usual style.
"As far as I know, this is almost impossible," she said. "I have never heard of any Death Eater having such an honor."
Even Death Eaters of Lucius Malfoy and Bellatrix Lestrange's caliber had never been called "child" by Voldemort.
Voldemort's use of the term "children" to refer to Death Eaters could be a breakthrough, or it could simply be Voldemort's method of managing his subordinates.
But no matter what, having this one detail is better than having none at all; in case we can actually find out the man's identity!
Adhering to the principle of "when in trouble, go to Dumbledore," Belvina got up and went to her desk, where she found a quill, ink, and parchment.
She said, "If Professor Dumbledore is at the school, I'll take Harry to the Headmaster's office later. You two can go together."
Belvina glanced at Ron and Hermione while dipping her quill in ink.
Then, she quickly wrote three notes on the parchment, which automatically folded into the shape of paper cranes and flew out of the office.
After the paper crane flew away, Belvina did not close the office door. She continued to look at Ron and Hermione, waiting for their decision.
"I also sent a message to Severus and Alastor. If nothing unexpected happens, they'll be going to the principal's office later."
Upon hearing Snape's name, Ron immediately shook his head vigorously, like a rattle-drum.
If possible, Ron would rather have nothing to do with Snape, and ideally, he would even replace the Potions professor.
Hermione shook her head as well. She said, "I'm going to the library. No matter what Vader and his men are up to, Harry still has to participate in the competition, so Harry urgently needs to improve his skills to handle the challenging events."
"I'm going to the library too!" Ron quickly said, "to go with Hermione and help her out."
Upon hearing this, Hermione rolled her eyes at Ron, her expression full of disdain.
"My personal suggestion is to read more books about magical creatures," Belvina said playfully. "The Triwizard Tournament has always featured many magical creatures in its events, such as the chicken-bodied, snake-tailed monster."
Hermione pursed her lips. She had read about the Triwizard Tournament in "Hogwarts: A History of the School," and the serpent-like creature had left a very deep impression on her.
Perhaps because Belvina seemed so relaxed, even having the leisure to tease Hermione, the anxious Harry also relaxed.
Meanwhile, Ron, whose stomach was growling with hunger, had already picked up his dry bread and was wolfing down his breakfast.
About ten minutes later, a paper crane folded from parchment flew back to the office and landed lightly in Belvina's hand.
"Harry, let's go," Belvina said. "Professor Dumbledore is waiting for us in his office; it wouldn't be good to keep the old man waiting too long."