Harry Potter: The Legend of Demigods

"You're right, this is indeed your dream. I think you will allow me to come in and talk to you." The man who spoke smiled, and his voice spread underwater, like the whisper of the waves.

Anakin already had a guess about his identity and was slightly curious, but at the same time he felt a little relieved about this mysterious visitor. "Of course, I have no reason to refuse. Who are you? Why do you appear in my dream?"

The man smiled and nodded: "You should have guessed my identity. Yes, I am Poseidon, and you have my blood in your body."

Anakin quietly listened to Poseidon's voice in this dreamy seabed, and his suspicions were verified. Poseidon in the dream was smiling, and his figure seemed to emit a mysterious light under the water, like the arrival of the sea god.

"Poseidon..." Anakin muttered the name softly, but there was not much movement in his heart. Originally, this bloodline was given as a gift by the system, and Anakin would not be grateful just because of this. What's more, Anakin is still soul-piercing, which makes this blood connection even weaker.

"So, what do you want?" Anakin said, his face expressionless.

Poseidon smiled, and the light in his eyes seemed to grow brighter. "I came to your dreamland not to ask for anything. On the contrary, I came to provide help." His voice echoed in the underwater space with a melodious melody.

Anakin narrowed his eyes, feeling slightly confused by Poseidon's words. "Help?" He repeated the word softly, becoming more interested in the appearance of Poseidon.

Poseidon nodded and smiled: "Yes, Anakin Wilson. I'm here to help you." For some reason, when his full name was read out by Poseidon, Anakin typed Chills.

"You should have met my son, Percy Jackson. He should have told you the secrets about the system. You should also know that you have a mission to complete." Poseidon continued.

"Yes, then, what is my mission?" Anakin's eyes revealed a hint of vigilance.

"Because we have sworn an oath to the River Styx, I can't tell you everything yet. I can only tell you that what you have to do is to protect this world from mysterious forces." Poseidon smiled. In reply, he suddenly added without any beginning or end: "The secret you are looking for is hidden in the formula."

"Formula? What formula, and what mysterious power?" Anakin was particularly confused and asked quickly.

"I can't tell you this. Finally, I still want to remind you that no matter what, trust your friends." Poseidon smiled mysteriously. "Okay, you're almost awake."

He waved his hand, and the scene in front of Anakin shattered and disappeared like fragments.

I hate the Riddler! ! !

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"This stupid kid must have overdrawn his magic power." Anakin heard a female voice complaining in his daze. "How could he be so tired? I noticed that he seemed to have not had a good night's sleep for a long time."

A male voice replied with a sneer: "Oh, of course he hasn't had a good night's sleep for a long time. If you combine his performance at Hogwarts with his day and night wandering into the forbidden book area, you will find that he... ..just didn’t try to go to bed early. Tsk, tsk—looks like he’s really stupid, I bet he must have found the books there to be helpful.”

Anakin was slowly brought back to consciousness by the sounds around him, and he felt as if he was being gently brushed by soft feathers. Slowly, his eyes opened and he found himself lying in the school hospital. The room was filled with a light herbal aroma, and the lighting was soft and warm.

"Ah, you're awake!" Madam Pomfrey said in surprise. Professor Snape looked at Anakin teasingly, his eyebrows slightly raised.

"How long have I been asleep?" Anakin's head was still a little dazed.

Madam Pomfrey stepped forward and checked Anakin's condition, "You were in a coma for about a week, and everyone was worried. You passed out because you used too much magic to stop the beast tide, which caused physical exhaustion."

Professor Snape looked at Anakin coldly, with a mocking smile on his lips. "You really asked for it. Don't you know that magic power has its limits? What you do is consistent with using magic power. If you don't faint, who will faint?"

Madam Pomfrey looked at Anakin seriously, "You have to have a good rest and don't take risks like this again. Magic is a powerful force, but it also needs to be used with caution. You can observe here for one more night, and tomorrow you will You can leave now.”

Anakin nodded, understanding. Madam Pomfrey left the ward, leaving Anakin and Professor Snape behind.

"Professor, I want to know, the bloodthirsty medicine..." Anakin was interrupted before he could finish his sentence.

Professor Snape looked at Anakin coldly and interrupted. "Bloodthirsty medicine is a very dangerous medicine, and it is definitely not an area you can get involved in lightly. You'd better put this idea out of your mind. Exploring that kind of thing will only get you into endless trouble."

Anakin smiled awkwardly: "I just want to know, has the red mist caused by the potion been resolved?"

Professor Snape glanced at Anakin indifferently, as if scolding him for his unnecessary curiosity. Then, he nodded, "The red mist problem has been solved, but this is not something you need to worry about. You should have a good rest and stop exploring those dangerous areas. Also, Principal Dumbledore wants to see you."

Anakin sighed helplessly, sensing Professor Snape's impatience. He knew that the professor was always tight-lipped about certain things, and his curiosity might only lead to more rebuke.

"I understand, Professor. Thank you and Madam Pomfrey for your concern." Anakin spoke respectfully, trying not to anger the picky professor in front of him.

Professor Snape didn't say much, just gave Anakin a cold look, then turned and left the ward. The room suddenly seemed quiet, except for Anakin, who was lying alone on the bed, thinking a lot.

Professor Dumbledore walked in from the door. "Anakin, how are you?"

"It's not bad, I'm almost recovered. Thank you for your concern, Principal." Anakin replied respectfully. "My friends, are they all okay?"

Dumbledore nodded, with a hint of mischief in his eyes: "They are fine. Do you know that your behavior has caused quite a stir in the school. Many people are surprised and grateful for your actions." He pointed to the side. On the table, Anakin realized that it was piled with snacks.

"However, I still want to ask you a few questions. First, who is An Yin?"