Harry tried his best to recall the scene in his dream just now. Everything was so realistic... There was one person he knew, and there were two people he didn't... No... There seemed to have heard a voice somewhere... He frowned, focused his thoughts, and recalled desperately...

A dim room appeared in front of him... A peacock embroidered on the carpet in front of the fireplace... A burly bearded man named Evan McGregor... There is also a referee of the Triumph Championship, Barty Crouch, former director of the International Cooperation Division of the Ministry of Magic. He seemed to have been kidnapped... and a familiar voice... a group of people with hoods and unable to see their expressions.

He closed his eyes tightly and tried his best to recall the scene in his dream. Barty Crouch was kidnapped from St. Mungo by a group of people. The bearded Evan seemed to have been Voldemort's subordinate. He was once arrested by Crouch, but he had to let him go because of his other identity. Now that he is back, he has kidnapped Mr. Crouch.

Who was the young man in black with a hood? He told Mr. Crouch what he had to do with honesty, the Highland Wizard... Alas, it was getting more and more messy. Harry buried his face in his hands, preventing himself from seeing the scenery in the dormitory, desperately immersing himself in the dimly lit room, however, it was like trying to cover the water with both hands. The more he tried to grasp the details, the more they slipped away from his fingers.

Harry sighed and took out the Dark Magic Book from the wooden box beside the bed.

Harry opened the book, and a line of words soon appeared on the blank page.

"So what's wrong? Trouble boy, isn't the love curse I taught you working?"

Harry rubbed his face, "It's not that, I haven't had time to try that spell."

"What's the matter with you? The King of Night Sky has no time to answer a pubertal boy's question."

The font becomes sloppy and impatient.

"That's right, I had a nightmare." Harry said quickly, "This dream is very strange."

Harry described the things in his dream to the Book of Darkness.

"Why do I dream about these?"

The Book of Dark paused for a while, as if thinking about something.

"Dreams are very wonderful. Even the omniscient book of Darkness cannot penetrate the dream. Obviously you have some connection with this dream."

"Some kind of connection? Is it Voldemort?" Harry asked anxiously, "Is it because he wants to use some dream to deceive me?"

"Impossible." The Book of Darkness decisively denied Harry's conjecture, "You are my host now, and no wizard can deceive my host through spells."

"So all these I see are real? There is a group of black wizards, not Voldemort's gang, but they kidnapped Barty Crouch?"

"It may not be all true," the book of Darkness wrote, "Dreams are projections of reality. Some may be true, and some may have deviated, but this deviation is not artificial."

Harry stretched out another finger to stroke his scar.

"As for you talking about the Highland Wizard, I have a little impression of this."

"Highland Wizards are a huge wizard clan. Although they are not many, they have been at the top of the wizard world for a long time. They used to live in the Highlands in Scotland, which was their old nest. They regarded themselves as the last veins of the wizard empire, with a tough style, and always liked to show off their superiority. They always thought about restoring the wizard empire and enslavement of muggles all day long, and they had caused many troubles. Among my former hosts, three of them had unpleasant conflicts with the Highland wizard, but they were weak and disfigured more than a thousand years ago. Now they should be extinct. What is the relationship between that Batty Crouch and the Highland wizard?"

"No," said Harry. "Mr. Barty Crouch is definitely an Englishman. He has been an official of the English Ministry of Magic."

"Silly." Dark Book commented, "You can't guess the mystery of the inheritance of the Highland Wizard. No matter who gets the inheritance, even a garden goblin, he will become a highland wizard - Ravenclaw, one of the four founders of Hogwarts. There are rumors that she has accepted the inheritance of the Highland wizard, but since she has few rumors of the Highland wizard."

"Didn't you be sealed for many years?" Harry asked curiously, "How do you know so many things?"

"This has nothing to do with you, Scarhead Boy." Dark Book seemed extremely unhappy.

"What's going on with the red-robed wizard?" Harry saw that the book of Darkness had the intention to leave, and quickly asked a question when he was willing to answer. "In the dream, Crouch called the big beard a remnant of the red-robed robe. What does this mean?"

"You kid didn't take the magic history class at all! The red-robed wizard doesn't know, go back and read through the textbooks yourself. I don't have time to answer your mentally retarded questions."

The spread out book is automatically closed.
Chapter completed!