Dobby the Pixie and Voldemort (4)

Those things were hidden where no one could see them—beyond the pages of newspapers, beyond the walls of Hogwarts, beyond the reach of ordinary people. Slowly, quietly, they flowed soundlessly like an underground river.

He folded the newspaper again and tucked it beneath his pillow, then picked up Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them, turned to the chapter on Class 5X dangerous creatures, and continued reading from where he had left off.

"The Poison-Pouch Leopard is active in East Africa. It is as large as a leopard and moves without a sound. Its most dangerous ability is to exhale a breath filled with deadly poison and pathogens, enough to wipe out an entire village. Subduing it requires at least a hundred skilled wizards working together."

Harry pointed at the words with his finger and read them one by one. His lips moved silently, as though he were reciting a spell that needed to be memorized.

But his hands were trembling.

Not from cold, not from pain, but because he had thought of the evidence they had gathered before.

Moaning Myrtle had said that she saw a pair of enormous yellow eyes through the water streaks on her glasses, and then she died.

Mrs Norris had been petrified rather than killed. Maybe she had not looked directly into those eyes, but at some other part of the monster's body? Today, Dobby had said that there was a "crimson stream of light, like burning coals" in a secret room at Malfoy Manor. The "master" Lucius had respectfully knocked on the door for might have been the owner of those crimson eyes.

And his scar had hurt on the day of the match, when he saw that boy named Uchiha Madara.

Harry put down the book and closed his eyes.

He had