The days of hanging out at Hogwarts

The little wizard walked in front, while the centaur and Hagrid protected them from behind. Nine people with 22 legs stepped on the fallen leaves of the forest, making a "rustling" sound.

Immersed in their own thoughts, I don’t know how long they have been walking. There are fewer weeds on the path, the trees are less dense, and the view is gradually broadening.

When he looked up, he had arrived at Hagrid's hut. Loren and the others looked back and saw that the two centaurs had disappeared at some point.

"I want to put away my weapons. I can't take these to Hogwarts. Please wait for me." Hagrid said angrily.

Further ahead is the greenhouse where herbal medicine classes are held, which is very close to the castle.

Crabbe didn't want to waste time here, so he said in an impatient tone: "You don't need to send me, I can go back by myself."

After saying that, he walked towards the castle. He couldn't wait to get back to writing.

"Fangya, go and watch him." Hagrid ordered, patting the hunting dog's head.

There would be no danger from the edge of the Forbidden Forest to the castle, but out of duty, he still asked Yaya to escort him.

Malfoy looked around and followed Fang.

"Hagrid, would you like to take care of the injury? We can go back by ourselves," Loren said.

Harry then remembered that Hagrid had resisted a powerful spell, and looked at Hagrid with concern.

Hagrid smiled and slapped his chest hard, "Look! Nothing happened."

The thick palms collided with the sternum, making a clanging sound.

Loren smacked his tongue. As expected of a giant, he endured an impact that almost broke the tree, but nothing happened.

"Charlie's friend sent the box to me, and said he was almost caught by Professor McGonagall..." Hagrid entered the room, his voice penetrated the wooden house, a little dull.

He quickly came out again, with the giant crossbow and quiver removed from his body, and stayed in the house with Loren's small box in his hand.

"I knew you were going to be imprisoned, so I applied to Professor McGonagall and asked you to come over." Hagrid handed the box to Loren with a smile.

No wonder this confinement was so strange, suddenly switching from Filch to Hagrid.

Loren reached out and took the box. After all, it was his first alchemical work. It felt good to find it again.

"Charlie's friend also said something about Norbert, the fire dragon, when he sent the box back."

"They said that Romanian researchers may not be able to hatch a fire dragon so smoothly and keep it so healthy." Hagrid tried his best to draw the little wizard's attention away from the mysterious man just now. That is not what they should care about. things.

No one wanted to mention the fire dragon thing again. Harry looked directly at Hagrid, "Do you remember what you said the night we first met?"

That night, Hagrid taught the Dursleys a lesson and revealed some things about that year to Harry, which he told Harry.

"Some people say he's dead. I think that's pure nonsense. He probably doesn't have much humanity left in him, so it's impossible for him to die."

Loren, Hermione and Ron were standing by, listening silently to the shocking news. He tried hard to reduce his presence, wishing he could put an invisibility cloak on himself.

"Don't care what those centaurs say, they only care about the moon in the sky." Hagrid wanted to make a haha ​​and not talk about this.

"Hagrid, you know Snape is trying to get the Philosopher's Stone!" Harry didn't want to hear these nonsense anymore, so he made the matter clear, "Voldemort is his master, and he wants to use the Philosopher's Stone to resurrect himself."

"Enough!" Hagrid was angry with himself, "This is not something you should get involved in. There are levels arranged by various professors below Lu Wei, and Professor Snape also participated. He is not that kind of person."

"And Voldemort, you don't need to worry about it as a first-year wizard. Dumbledore will deal with him."

Hagrid always believed in Dumbledore. As long as he was around, no one could offend Hogwarts.

As the two people yelled, the atmosphere became tense. The moonlight emerged from the dark clouds, and the breeze ruffled their hair.

When they reached the foyer, Hagrid turned back.

Loren and the others stood on the steps and watched Hagrid walking back in the white moonlight, one step at a time. The figure of the hybrid giant was actually a bit desolate.

Harry felt guilty for his tone just now and opened his mouth, but nothing came out.

"Sleep well, Hagrid!" Loren shouted in a low voice.

"What?" Hagrid turned around awkwardly, his voice loud.

Harry was still in a daze, but Hermione saw the right moment and kicked him.

Forced to react, Harry waved his hands and shouted clearly, "Sleep well!"

"You too!" Hagrid's voice was filled with laughter.

The four little wizards then entered the door and walked into the dim corridor.

Nothing was said, no one apologized. But Harry just felt relieved, and even tonight's experience didn't seem so bad.

Harry wanted to talk about his scar, but the moment he saw the mysterious man was so painful that he almost lost consciousness.

That mysterious man must be related to Voldemort. Last time at the opening party, the scar hurt when I saw Snape. Harry believed that this was one of the evidence against Snape.

But taking a look at Loren next to him, he thought that he could only tell Loren this kind of thing after Snape was brought to justice. Let's wait until tomorrow for a chance to talk to Hermione and Ron alone.

"I still think Hagrid is very powerful. Snape will definitely not be able to defeat him." Ron was still sighing at Hagrid's violent fighting heroics.

Hermione's face tightened, "We must work harder to practice magic. We can't just run away like today."

She and Loren worked hard for a while and then gave up.

Loren was also reflecting on it. It seemed that since he learned the Iron Armor Curse and basic combat skills, he had not put much effort into improving his strength. There is no chance to stay on the battlefield tonight and send off flares.

"Let's practice dueling with each other in the future." Harry also thought it was necessary. He never wanted to experience the feeling of flying in the air and waiting to die.

Ron was very interested, "How about we set up a dueling club and bring other little wizards in?"

"It must be cool to have a lot of people sparring together."

"Senior students don't want to play with brats. In the first grade, apart from a few of us, the most powerful one should be Malfoy." Loren ruthlessly broke his illusion, "Are you going to drag him along?"

How is it possible to start "Dumbledore's Army" in first grade?

In the original book, Harry had built enough reputation and was able to build a team despite internal and external troubles. Now they are still little brats in the eyes of others, and probably not many people will pay attention to them.

"Then it's just us, the duel club." Ron was still very interested. He was keen on this kind of thing and it sounded cool.

Ron's shadow waved in the light, "Could you give our duel club a name?"

"How about the "Ultra East Magic Sleeping Club"? " Loren drawled sleepily.

"What does "Far East" mean?"

"Only the word magic can be understood."

"Sleeping in broad daylight, are you referring to yourself?"

The bright voices of the young people blended into the weak candlelight, illuminating the path in the shadows at night.

Snape was hidden behind the doorpost, his bloodless face and satin robes like marble and shadow, half pale and half dark.

His right hand was clenched, and a delicate button was wrapped in his fist.

"These students always remind me of my youth, don't you think, Severus?" Dumbledore stood under a lamp with a smile in his voice.

Snape didn't reply.

Dumbledore continued, "Loren is a good student, isn't he?"

I don't know if I'm talking about Hogwarts students or some other students.

Snape did not answer the question, "Did you think about what happened today before you asked me to put pressure on Quirrell?"

Even when facing the greatest wizard, he did not hesitate to show a sarcastic smile, "Unicorns are friends of wizards."

The dim candlelight gave off a faint light behind Dumbledore. His face and beard were in the direction where the light did not reach, and Snape's mocking could be clearly seen.

Dumbledore knew that Snape did not know that Voldemort possessed Quirrell and hunted unicorns to support his collapsed body. Perhaps Snape thought Quirrell was trying to gain evil power through unicorns.

But Dumbledore knew very well that the two unicorns died because of his plan. He did not do anything, had no intention, just a little careless negligence, and killed two unicorns.

Silence, long silence.

A certain boys' dormitory in Gryffindor.

It's already very late. I walked a long way tonight and the little wizard who came home late was very sleepy. Harry and Ron took a quick shower and then went to sleep.

The silver light passed by, and Loren's consciousness sank into another space.

In the bright library, Flamel was reading "Bel Canto and the Origin of Hymns" wearing a pair of glasses, like an old scholar.

"I thought you wouldn't come tonight." Flamel put his glasses on the tip of his nose, lowered his head, and looked at Loren through the top of the lenses.

"I think tonight is the day when Mars will be bright. Is there anything you want to remind me?" Loren asked.

"In fact, as I said, all interpretations can only be made by yourself. Help from outsiders will bring errors, and your disclosure of information will bring disaster to outsiders." Flamel said slowly, as if he didn't care. .

What he said was the same as what he didn't say. Loren gained nothing. He exited the book of fantasy and disappeared from the spot.

The bright light in the library dimmed, and circles of water-like ripples appeared on Flamel's body, illuminating the surroundings.

Memories flow back hundreds of years. The Black Death, Hebrew scholars and the Reformation are all distant things in the history books.

What was the name of Queen Elizabeth I's sister?

Flamel fell into thought, and the library fell into darkness again.

With the moonlight coming through the window, Loren looked at the cover page of the Book of Abraham in front of him.

The soft yellowed bark paper, the brass ring that reflects the light, and the imprints pressed on the paper are no different from before.

Opening the title page, it was still the same as before, with a horrifying warning written on it. Then turn back and see the snake devouring the stick, the snake on the cross, and the snake in the spring. The pictures are no different from the original ones.

Loren could already understand part of the Hebrew text above, but it was simply impossible to interpret the book accordingly. After flipping through the entire Book of Abraham, he still found no changes.

But at some point, Neville's snoring disappeared, and so did the others' even breathing.

The originally quiet dormitory suddenly became silent, and goosebumps quietly crawled onto Loren's hands, back, and scalp.

He looked up suddenly, and no one else in the dormitory was anywhere.

As Loren looked at the empty dormitory, the color quickly disappeared.

The yellow patterns on the curtains, the black wooden bed, the white clouds on the quilt, and the silver-white moonlight outside the window...

Everything in his eyes was fading and quickly turning into black and white, except for the "Book of Abraham" in front of him.

A great fear enveloped Loren, magic? when? He didn't notice at all.

He forced himself to calm down.

There's no way this book actually changed Hogwarts. With Dumbledore here, nothing could take away the color from Hogwarts.

He also didn't have any feeling of being teleported. Whether it was [Apparition] or [Portkey], he would feel strong discomfort in his body. Moreover, within Hogwarts, defensive magic prohibits space teleportation.

The most likely possibility is that he was pulled into a fantasy by this book unknowingly.

If he can't wake up, his roommate will notice something strange about him tomorrow at the latest and seek help from the professor.

Regardless, he's safe now. Loren flipped through the book in front of him. The pictures and text were still the same as before, without any strange reaction.

Then the answer should be found in this fantasy.

Rolling out of bed, Loren began to explore this weird space.

He pulled his slippers and turned around between the beds in the dormitory. The sound of the slippers rubbing against the floor was particularly noticeable in the silent space.

There is no other mystery to the bedroom besides losing its color. Looking out through the window, not only the moonlight, but also the distant mountains and forests turned into dead black, white and gray.

The area outside the dormitory must be explored. Loren prepared himself mentally, opened the bedroom door, and walked out.

In an instant, the black, white and gray tones turned into colorful. The simple small wooden door of the bedroom turned into an exquisite door decorated with gold paint, and the single door turned into one side of a double door.

Originally this door was connected to the Gryffindor Tower corridor, but now Loren entered the lobby of a luxurious palace.

Pure white marble and dark red carpets covered the hall, which was empty. On the high platform in front, there is a golden throne.

On the dome, a huge candlestick in the center emits bright light. Together with the candlesticks at the four corners on the four walls, there is no shadow in the lobby.

Looking around, there is no other exit. The palace lobby is completely enclosed. He turned back and tugged on the door just now, but it didn't move at all and could no longer be opened.

Loren didn't want to shout "Is there anyone here?" If there was someone here, there would be a problem.

All clues point to that throne.

Loren quickly stepped forward, stepped up the steps, and inspected the throne.

The exquisite craftsmanship carves a resting lion, a girl playing the harp, and a knight carrying a spear and a shield.

Ruby, sapphire, and all kinds of luxurious and colorful gemstones are inlaid on it. Everywhere reflects the dignity of the seat owner.

The weirdest thing is that there is a mirror placed on the throne cushion.

An exquisite, half-human-sized mirror.

The mirror is facing down, and the back of the mirror is also made of gold and inlaid with various colored gemstones.

Loren carefully turned the mirror over, trying to examine the surface.

"Kekeke~"

The clear and strange girl's laughter suddenly sounded, echoing in the palace.

Loren's pupils shrank, and what was reflected in the mirror was not his face, but a girl wearing a crown.

The girl's skin was almost sickly pale, her plump lips were bright red, and she stared directly into Loren's eyes.

The silent hall, the weird laughter, and the face in the mirror that was not my own.

Everything here stimulates Loren's adrenaline.