"Harry had just seen that ice field in a dream, but it was also real," Tierra said calmly. At the same time, the skeletal hand on his right arm burst into golden-red flames once more.
With his flame-covered hand, Tierra gently brushed over Harry's feet, legs, torso, and hands, finally covering Harry's cheeks.
As Tierra's skeletal hand passed over him, the brown discoloration and swelling on Harry's body gradually faded.
His swollen, blotched feet became pale and smooth again. The redness and swelling in his hands and arms slowly vanished, and even the faint scars on Harry's face lightened and disappeared.
Then Tierra reached into the void with his other hand and took out a large porcelain bowl filled with mushroom cream soup at just the right temperature, handing it to Harry.
Then Tierra pulled a Galleon from his pocket and lightly tossed it into the void.
The Galleon vanished without a trace.
"S-so it was a dream, but also reality?" After taking a large gulp of the mushroom cream soup and letting the rich cheese flavor fill his mouth, Harry seemed to finally regain some strength. There was much more color in his face.
The warmth brought by the mushroom cream soup flowed through his limbs like a hot current, driving away the numbness and cold still lingering in his body.
"The place you visited in your dream just now is called Cold Plateau. It lies in the north of a magical space known as the Dreamlands," Tierra explained slowly, seemingly unconcerned by Ron, Neville, and Seamus listening with their ears pricked.
"Heh." Seeing this, Tierra chuckled and patted Harry's bed. "Sit down and listen together. I'm not Dumbledore—I don't like always keeping things hidden. Besides, if you really manage to get into Magic University, the Dreamlands and Cold