Chapter 727

"Feeling weak?" Blyreem's roommate reached out and felt Blyreem's forehead, then his own. "No fever. Do you want to visit the infirmary?"

"N-No." Blyreem hurriedly tucked the cross deeper inside his collar. "I just didn't sleep well last night. Maybe I went to bed too late. I was too tired from studying yesterday."

"All right. Then how about we go ride Flying Broomsticks together? Neither of us has class this morning, and it might help you get your energy back." Blyreem's roommate smiled as he suggested it. "Finals are coming up, so there won't be many upperclassmen around either. Perfect time for us to have some fun."

"Ah! Okay... mm. Forget it. I-I want to sit in the library for a while." Blyreem regretfully declined. Compared with Quidditch, he felt it was more important to figure out what exactly was going on with his strange dreams. "Finals are coming, and I want to study properly too."

"All right, then good luck. But remember to come back before three this afternoon. Don't forget, Puddlemere United is coming to Hogwarts at three this afternoon to select reserve players. This time, we have to get Captain Garoslavi Frederikson's autograph!"

"Okay, okay, I know. Thanks for the reminder." Blyreem nodded, picked up his schoolbag, packed up briefly, and headed for the door.

He went straight to Hogwarts's library and began searching for materials related to dreams.

Before long, he found several books on dream analysis and dream divination on the shelves, hoping to find something useful in them.

The books said that dreams were signals understood by only some people. They might appear in different places, at different times, and under different circumstances. Sometimes they took extremely vivid forms, while more often, they merely guided you toward certain goals with ulterior motives.

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