"Were you dreaming again last night?"
Sirius Black looked at Harry's somewhat pale face and asked with concern.
They were making their way forward, headed for the summit of White Stoat Mountain.
To watch the Quidditch match, they had to go to a designated location and use a Portkey, which would carry them to the appointed destination.
"I had a dream, but it's nothing."
"I just didn't sleep very well."
Harry said with a somewhat forced smile.
"You were in terrible shape last night. I wanted to wake you up, but I was too tired," Ron Weasley said from the side.
The night before, he had shared a room with Harry. Harry's voice had woken him up; he had sat up with his eyes half-closed, taken one look, then dropped back down and continued sleeping.
"Don't worry so much. Just like those Death Eaters we ran into in Diagon Alley, if they dare make a move, we'll teach them a ruthless lesson." Sirius Black patted Harry on the shoulder and spoke seriously.
"I understand, but what I mean is, it's Voldemort." Harry Potter looked at Sirius Black as he spoke.
Sirius Black paused, then said, "Then we'll kill him all the same."
"That's what I thought too. So when I was dreaming, I was figuring out how to kill him. Too bad I woke up." Harry Potter laughed loudly at that.
Climbing a mountain might once have been difficult for Harry.
But now, it was easy for them, because everything they needed to carry had been put into the Undetectable Extension Bag.
Besides, their stamina was now exceptionally strong.
"Arthur, you're here. We just made it up too."
At last, they reached the mountaintop, where two figures appeared and a voice rang out.
"Amos!" Mr. Weasley laughed loudly when he