After returning to the dormitory, Harry told Ron about what had happened to him.
Ron found it unbelievable after hearing it.
"Are you sure you were the only one who heard it?" Ron said with an exaggerated expression. "Are you sure Peeves wasn't causing trouble behind your back?"
Harry shook his head. "It couldn't have been Peeves, and I'm absolutely certain I was the only one who heard it."
Seeing how serious Harry was, Ron said, "All right. If it was a voice even Professor Kate couldn't hear, then there must be some secret behind it."
That night, after washing up, Harry lay down on his bed and fell asleep.
"Death... kill you... blood... need blood..."
"You... door... death..."
The strange, hoarse voice echoed through his mind. In the endless darkness, he was alone, wandering without end.
Harry jolted awake and sat upright. He hurriedly grabbed his glasses and looked around. Sunlight streamed in. It was already morning.
Wiping away a cold sweat, Harry got up and washed.
"Harry, you look a little pale. Didn't you sleep well last night?" Neville asked with concern when he saw Harry's poor condition. "Do you need me to go to the hospital with you?"
"Thanks, Neville." Harry shook his head and forced a smile. "Maybe I just didn't sleep well last night."
Neville did not think much of it and nodded. "Make sure you get some rest. You've been busy lately, constantly squeezing your time dry. That puts a huge burden on your body."
"Oh, and if you don't mind, I have some Revitalizing Soup I brewed a few days ago. It can keep someone full of energy for an entire day. Want a dose? It's far better than the stimulants Madam Pomfrey has."
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