Aragog

After the Easter holiday ended, breezy days became more and more frequent, and the weather grew brighter and warmer by the day. But Harry, along with the other fifth-, sixth-, and seventh-year students, was trapped indoors revising, trudging exhaustedly in and out of the library.

Meanwhile, some troubling visions and strange dreams once again assailed his mind—

These visions came quickly and vanished just as quickly. Perhaps he had truly made a start with Occlumency, or perhaps there were other reasons, but Harry was not affected too badly. He even—

He even sometimes wished for more of those visions.

Unlike last term, the visions invading Harry's mind this time were scenes of breathtaking beauty, like tourist attractions.

In one dream during Christmas, Harry dreamed of a monastery standing upon a permafrost plain.

It was clearly a monastery that did not belong to humans. Its stone gates and walls were immense, at least twice or even more than three times the size of ordinary buildings, carrying the bluish-gray hue unique to things steeped for years in cold and frost.

Only an empty doorway remained at the monastery's main entrance; there was no longer anything blocking it. Howling snowstorms occasionally swept through the doorway and into the monastery, adding a desolate yet mysterious air to its rough, uneven stone floor.

—Then Harry woke up, without the chance to see anything more.

Of course, Harry had once asked Tierra about the things from his dreams, but Tierra gave him no direct answer. He merely smiled without speaking, drew out those memories from Harry, stored them in a small glass vial, and said:

"These things are still too early for you. Once you attend Magic University and become a graduate student, I'll teach you about them in class. I might even take you there