16 February 2021
I feel The Unforgivable creating another surge of Adversaries. For some reason, they're harvesting from my memories of the night we encountered Aragog and his Acromantula colony in the Forbidden Forest.
I figured something like that must've happened when two giant Acromantulas appeared in our garden this morning. I defeated them, but poor Ron is refusing to leave the house until this is all over.
Let's put an end to this wave of Adversary activity quickly then, shall we? Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes needs its manager and I'd rather like to stop having nightmares where thousands of hungry eyes stare at me.
Thank Merlin this influx of Adversaries seems to be dying down. Ron was so petrified of running into Aragog that he even refused to take the bins out.
I wish I could say I'm starting to sleep better, but it seems I've just traded one recurring nightmare for another. Only instead of hundreds of Acromantula, I'm staring down Millicent Bagnold.
The former Minister for Magic? Neither of us were even aware there was a Minister of Magic for most of her term. Why would you be dreaming of her?
I have no idea. It's not just her either. The whole Wizengamot's there, looking down at me with disgust and I'm angry, furious... I want to lash out and scream. But before I can open my mouth, the dream abruptly ends and I wake up. Oddly specific, isn't it?
I'm no expert on dreams, Harry, but I'm pretty sure yours are trying to tell you something...