§ The Hogwarts Agent.

As the name implies, I was a secret agent at Hogwarts -- in my black spaghetti strap top, jazz pants, trainers and blazer.

It started as if there was a buffet at the Great Hall, and Professor Snape was serving the strawberries and cream desert. He was teasing Neville who was asking for an extra scoop of strawberries, and Snape taunted him by spooning one strawberry after the other in a very slow manner.

I joined some substitute teachers, dressed in a casual (or "Muggle") manner, all three of them male.

One with brown hair and a goatee motioned me to come near him and whispered, "These people are not what they seem. They have been given the mark of the Beast," we ate casually, and he motioned me to go back to the table for seconds, and observe what I saw.

As I walked back to the table again, I saw the students as if from the back of my head (I suddenly felt like Alastor "Mad Eye" Moody), and they lifted their heads from their food -- they looked like hooded shadows with yellowish eyes.

After my meal, I went out and started on my mission: to kill the Beast residing on the top of the tower, which embeds evil spirits in the students. Dream Knowledge told me that my first try failed since Filch stopped me. In the room which lead to the tower stairs, there was a room to my left -- a cross between a big janitor's "closet" and a laboratory. In it was a restroom. I was supposed to wait for a professor to get out, which would occupy Filch a bit, and that I should pretend to ask to use the bathroom. Only then I could climb the stairs.

Just as I got to the point where I got out of the toilet and up the spiralling tower stairs, one of the substitute teachers came after me, and told me that I can't beat the Beast with just my meager witch magic. He took me to Professor McGonogall.

The Transfiguration professor told me that Dumbledore instructed her of my mission, and she was to give any assistance possible. She offered to lend me one of her amulets and presented me with one which would call on a cab (??!!) if I needed one. I mumbled, "I think I'd need something more potent..." I decided to call on my brother who was a summoner.

We had to go on a voyage to collect more artefacts which would enable us to vanquish the enemy. We joined a travelling group -- resembling the Fellowship in the J.R.R. Tolkien's The Lord of the Rings. I stuck with Gimli the Dwarf. We came upon a wide stream -- not too wide to be a river, but not narrow enough to be crossed on foot. The deepest end could submerge a 6-foot man.

A light-footed lady -- which I guessed a fairy -- found the narrowest point of the stream, and it so happens it had rocks lined up by it -- though some were submerged by two feet. She fleetingly hopped from one rock to another, and the last rocks which were under wanter forced her to swim to the other end.

I had the jitters. And as I looked to my feet into the dark blue/violet water, I woke up.

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