Chapter 101: Harry's Nightmare and Dudley's Awakening!

Eris cursed Voldemort to the core, but on the surface, she kept her head down and was extremely submissive.

Meanwhile, she fully activated Occlumency.

She was on high alert to prevent Voldemort's main soul from using Legilimency on her.

Voldemort was very satisfied with Eris's performance and shamelessly assigned her an extra chore.

"Without affecting the plan to seize The Philosopher's Stone, you can find the right moment to help me get rid of Harry Potter and his fat-mouthed cousin."

Voldemort said coldly.

He still couldn't forget his fated enemy and the time when Dudley insulted him harshly in the underground vaults and stopped him from torturing Harry.

"Yes, Master!"

Eris agreed without a second thought.

Because she had no intention of carrying it out at all.

Her tasks were already heavy and difficult enough. She'd be nuts to make it tougher on herself. Anyway, Voldemort didn't force her to do it. She could just say she never found the right moment.

Voldemort was unaware of Eris's true thoughts. Seeing that there were no other matters, he wriggled his snake body, poked out his deformed snake head, touched the tip of Eris's wand, and disappeared in a twisted spiral.

After Voldemort left, Eris sat down on the sofa in the office with an unpredictable expression and pondered silently for a long time.

She formulated her action plan for the next few days, then took out the memory bottle, selectively extracted some of her memories, carefully put them into the bottle, and finally put the memory bottle back into the hidden pocket of the suitcase.

She also cast a spell to hide the zipper of the hidden pocket.

...

Early on Wednesday morning, Dudley groped his way back to the dormitory. He came back a bit earlier this time and didn't wake up any of his roommates.

In the second half of the night, he made one and a half wands with Harry's hair in the wand-making studio built for him in the Room of Requirement.

That half wand was a defective product, and the seemingly intact one was also a substandard one with insufficient power in its attributes.

Dudley knew that the problem was still that the wand body wood didn't match Harry's hair. He needed Hagrid to go to The Forbidden Forest to get new supplies.

This couldn't be rushed. It required multiple trials and errors and should be treated as a long-term task.

After returning to the dormitory, Dudley was about to change into his pajamas and go to bed to catch up on sleep as usual. Unexpectedly, he noticed some movement on Harry's bed.

He quickly ran over and lifted the curtain of Harry's bed to check on him.

He saw Harry lying in bed, sweating on his forehead, his eyelids fluttering, and his hands and feet struggling as if he was having a nightmare.

"Calm Mind!"

Dudley immediately cast the Calm Mind Spell on Harry.

Harry's condition improved. His hands and feet stopped moving around, and he slowly opened his bright green eyes and saw Dudley standing by the bed with a slightly anxious look on his face.

"Cousin, I... I seem to have had a nightmare. I dreamed... I dreamed of that Brazilian python I set free at the zoo before!

It seemed to be in great pain. Under the scales behind its head, there was a deformed tumor. There was a crack, and a forked snake's tongue, and there were... a pair of familiar evil red eyes... It seemed to be... Voldemort!"

Harry struggled to remember his night - dream and stammered it out to Dudley.

Upon hearing this, Dudley frowned. From Harry's description, it's not difficult to analyze that Voldemort's main soul has parasitized the Brazilian python.

Moreover, it is highly likely that this python parasitized by Voldemort has already come to Hogwarts.

"Harry, try to recall again. Where was the python in your dream? Was it in the castle or the woods?"

Dudley immediately asked a crucial question.

Harry fell into silence and continued to recall. After a long while, even his scar on the forehead started to throb faintly, but he still couldn't recall a clear picture.

"I'm not quite sure, cousin. I vaguely saw there were candles beside the python, and there seemed to be a figure flickering with the candlelight. The shadow was very blurry, and I couldn't tell its features. I didn't see clearly..."

Harry slowly told all the information he knew.

This made Dudley frown even more deeply. "Alright, Harry, don't force yourself to recall. I've already analyzed something.

The presence of candles indicates that it was night and indoors. The figure beside suggests that Voldemort has found new minions and is plotting some plan.

This noseless, bald, red - eyed freak of Voldemort has probably come to Hogwarts Castle and joined forces with a professor, a prefect, the student council president, or some wizard skilled in night patrol.

Because the meeting you dreamed about must have taken place in a separate and enclosed room.

Only these people could go to a separate room at night to conspire with Voldemort."

"Cousin, that's a huge scope!" Harry sighed.

"Tell me about it! Moreover, I've more or less paid rough attention to these people in recent days, and I haven't found any abnormalities.

This old brute, Voldemort, has gotten smarter! Instead of directly parasitizing a wizard, he's playing the remote - control game!"

Dudley stared blankly and kept analyzing in a low voice. "The minion Voldemort found this time is not easy to deal with! Is it someone I haven't noticed? Or... Occlumency?

No, Occlumency can't conceal the traces of micro - expressions. Could it be... extracting his own memories?!"

Dudley suddenly thought of a possibility he had overlooked before, and his expression instantly became solemn.

"Good! Good! Although there aren't many people in the wizarding world, there's an endless stream of those good at lurking!"

At this moment, Dudley still couldn't be sure who in the castle was Voldemort's man, but all the doubts he had dispelled about Professor Eris resurfaced.

"Harry, stay alert these days. Keep your wand with you all the time and be ready to fight at any moment!"

Dudley reminded his cousin. Then he strengthened the dormitory with two Safe and Sound Guard incantations and went back to his own bed to catch up on sleep.

On Wednesday, there were two classes during the day. One was the last herbology class of the week, and the other was a history of magic class, one in the morning and the other in the afternoon.

Since they weren't in a hurry, the people in Harry's dormitory weren't late for the herbology class today.

The herbology class was as vivid and fulfilling as usual.

But the history of magic class in the first afternoon period really amazed Harry and the others in a bad way. It was really terrible.

Dudley admitted that Professor Binns, who still taught after death, was extremely dedicated. However, his classes were as dull as he, a ghost.

The textbooks for the history of magic only contained simple historical facts that were boring, uninteresting, and had been modified by generations of wizards in power.

Unlike Dudley's previous - life history textbooks, the history of magic textbooks didn't have rich historical event backgrounds, triggers, meanings, and reflections for future generations, which could enrich students' understanding of the world outlook, values, and philosophy of life and lay the foundation for spiritual and cultural development.

Professor Binns would only use his old - fashioned ghostly intonation to repeat the textbook content during class, without any extended content to express his own opinions.

Okay, this history of magic class was only good for putting people to sleep. No need to study it.

Dudley could barely hold on for about twenty minutes before he just couldn't stand it any longer.

This was simply a waste of life!

He stood up right in the class and said, "Harry, let's go! Let's go to the library to study on our own!"

"Yes! Cousin!"