Chapter 6
"How did you become blind?" Dumbeldore asked, as his mind raced. How would they be able to teach a blind wizard? "I'd always assumed that my left eye was born that way, but apparently not. I got blinded in my right after the war with Dream," "Dream? Who's he?" "Take Hitler, Voldemort and the most sadistic child abuser ever, mix them together, and give him good fighting skills. That's Dream," Dumbledore felt his jaw drop softly, and closed it with some effort. "How did you end up fighting this...man?" Harry scowled. "I have a close friend, Shroud, who's distantly related to Grian. Dream targeted her entire family and we had to put a stop to it," he leaned back. "I was one of the people who participated in the final fight despite the fact that I was supposed to be in Hypixel, safe. But I heard Shroud was injured and I escaped back to the fight. Dream did a move I hadn't ever seen before and ended up tearing into my good eye and knocking me into a wall," He removed his glasses, and Minerva sucked in a breath at his purple eye. "It took a while for me to heal, and by the time I recovered, Dream only had 5 people on him, including my teacher, and Michael. I rushed in and I dealt one of the final blows," "You killed him?" "Oh no. It just gave us leeway to jail him,"
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"What if we gave you a guide?" Minerva asked. "Someone to tell you where to go and what's being written?"