Harry Potter and the Old Ones

"Weakness?" Blarim's roommate stretched out his hand, touched Blarim's forehead, then touched his own, "I don't have a fever, do you want to go to the infirmary?"

"No...no need..." Bralim hurriedly stuffed the cross into his lapel again, "It's just that I didn't sleep well last night...maybe... ...Maybe I went to bed too late...I was too tired from studying yesterday."

"Okay, why don't we play broomsticks together? Anyway, we don't have class this morning, maybe it can refresh you." Blarim's roommate suggested with a smile, "The final exam is coming soon. , There won’t be too many senior seniors, so we can go and play.”

"Ah! Okay... um... Forget it... I, I want to go to the library..." Bralim refused regretfully Dao, Bralim felt that it was more important to figure out what happened to his strange dream than Quidditch, "The end of the semester is coming, and I want to study hard..."

"Okay, then I wish you good luck, but remember to come back before three o'clock in the afternoon. Don't forget, Puddlemere United will come to Hogwarts at three o'clock this afternoon to select reserve players. We must get the captain's bonus this time." Roslawy Frederickson's signature!"

"Okay, okay, I see, thank you for reminding." Bralim nodded, then picked up his schoolbag, packed it briefly, and walked towards the door.

He went straight to the Hogwarts library and began to search for information related to dreams.

Soon, he found books related to dream analysis and dream divination from the bookshelf, hoping to find some useful information in them.

The book says that dreams are a signal understood by some people. They may appear in different places, at different times, and in different situations. Sometimes they appear in very distinct forms, but many times they just guide you with ulterior motives. to pursue certain goals.

This shocked Bralim, for he could not read.

These words are too esoteric for a child like him who has not received a systematic literary education.

So Bralim had no choice but to pick up a pen, write down what he found useful, and then prepare to find time to ask his Hogwarts teacher, or his knowledgeable good friend, Brendan Carson.

A few hours passed unknowingly, and Blairim was even a little surprised that he could sit in the library for so long, looking at the three pages of excerpts and notes in the notebook, Blairim Tom felt very proud of himself.

"Are you...are you studying dreams?" Suddenly, a voice rang in Bralim's ear.

Startled, Bralim looked up—

"Ah? Mention... Mr. Tierra!" Bralim said in shock, "Ah, yes, yes, I'm studying dreams."

"It's very rare, there are very few wizards of your age." Tierra smiled, and then said meaningfully, "Did you know that dreams are a tool that can help you achieve your goals."

"Really? But I read that some books say that dreams are just a random phenomenon." Bralim asked with some confusion.

"No, dreams are signals guided by your soul... that is, the spiritual dimension. They can be interpreted and used." Tierra explained, "You just need to learn how to interpret these signals , and then take corresponding actions in reality, and you will be able to realize your wishes.”

"Then, how do we interpret these signals?" Blairim seized the opportunity and asked.