The Flow of Time

After drinking the cream of mushroom soup, Harry climbed back into bed and slept soundly until dawn.

Sure enough, he did not have any more of those strange dreams for the rest of the night.

Harry lazed in bed for a while the next morning before getting up. By the time he did, breakfast at Hogwarts was almost over.

Fortunately, he had drunk a bowl of cream of mushroom soup that seemed to have extra cheese in it in the middle of the night yesterday. Harry did not feel hungry at all, so he leisurely got up, washed, and walked down the stairs from the dormitory tower to Gryffindor's Common Room.

Hermione sat in a small armchair beside the entrance to the boys' dormitory, while Ron.

Ron sat on the large sofa by the fireplace. Merlin knew what was wrong with him and Lavender Brown—they were kissing openly first thing in the morning as though no one else existed.

"Good morning, Harry!" Seemingly sensing someone coming down the stairs, Hermione looked up. When she saw Harry, she immediately closed the notebook in her hands and greeted him. "I heard from Ron that you had another nightmare?"

"Oh, um, yes. Well, it wasn't entirely a nightmare," Harry mumbled, hesitating over whether he should tell Hermione about what Tierra had told him about the Dreamlands last night.

"I heard from Ron that you went to the Dreamlands last night?" Hermione asked.

"Huh? Oh, yes, yes," Harry replied, clearly not expecting Ron to have simply blurted it out.

"Don't worry, I know about the Dreamlands. It isn't a secret. Tierra said he would systematically teach Dreamlands-related knowledge at Magic University." Seemingly guessing what Harry was thinking, Hermione smiled and lightly patted his shoulder. "Tierra told me about the Dreamlands long ago. When we