Harry never did find out what the pyramid in his dream was all about.
After trying every method he could think of and still failing to get inside, Harry decisively left the dream.
Nothing in the world was difficult, as long as you were willing to give up.
Harry was particularly easygoing in that respect and never forced himself.
Perhaps he had worked too hard in the dream, because Harry felt a little tired when he got up that morning. When Seamus and Dean noticed, they immediately suspected something was up.
Harry had always had the second-best sleep quality in the dormitory, because he always used the Meditation Method instead of sleeping.
It was pretty taxing before you got the hang of it, but once you did, it actually left you better rested than sleep.
What?
Who had the best sleep quality, you asked?
Why, our Young Mr. Weasley, of course!
Except under extremely unusual circumstances, our young master Ron could generally fall asleep as soon as his head hit the pillow, without even needing the Meditation Method.
Harry and the others were all very envious of that.
Because Harry usually rested so well, although he was often still grumpy when he woke up, he was generally full of energy.
Today, however, Harry was clearly a little listless.
It would have been fine if they hadn't noticed, but the moment his two rotten friends did, they sidled over curiously.
"Harry, why do you look so listless? Didn't sleep well?" Dean asked with a mischievous air.
Seamus was grinning rather sleazily beside him, too.
Harry failed to understand what the two of them meant at first and felt rather bewildered.
Looking at Harry's blank expression, Dean and Seamus seemed even more pleased with themselves. Dean gave a strange chuckle. "Did you