The days of hanging out at Hogwarts

The nature of magic?

Loren paused and looked at Snape blankly.

"Making the impossible possible." Snape felt guilty and stopped looking into Loren's eyes.

"Ah, what then?"

Snape tried hard to make his voice sound calm, and said in a reserved manner: "If it's impossible without the Philosopher's Stone, then lend me the Philosopher's Stone, and it will be in the textbook -"

"Okay." Loren's clear voice sounded.

"What?" Snape was a little surprised.

"I said I agreed." Loren said seriously, "But I have to wait until I cure my grandfather's werewolf disease."

Loren's pursuit of the Philosopher's Stone is to cure werewolves and blood-cursed orcs, and now only Grandpa Bates' werewolf disease remains. At other times, the Magic Stone is just an energy stone in his hand and plays no role.

Lending it to Snape can play a greater role, so why not?

Snape fell into silence. Loren's cheerfulness was beyond his expectation, and he didn't even hear his price.

No one understands the attraction of the elixir to a potions master. The important thing is not immortality, but brewing this potion and getting in touch with the true secrets of potions.

Truth over effectiveness.

The magic stone can create the elixir of life and allow the potion master to see the truth.

Snape had thought that he would have to pay some price for the assets to allow Loren to share the Philosopher's Stone. But he agreed too quickly, so fast that Snape felt it was unreal. After all, this is the magic stone that countless people dream of.

"By the way, there are limits to the effectiveness of the magic stone. You may not be able to research anything." Loren vaccinated him in advance.

Although I don’t know the criteria for redeeming desperate souls, if the requirements are not met, the magic stone will only be an energy stone to others.

Listening to Loren's nagging voice, Snape made a decision in his mind, "The research experiments will start from next semester. You will still be able to use the Philosopher's Stone. You just need to cooperate with me in doing some experiments. As a reward, you owe me The debt is wiped off.”

Loren was happy. Although he didn't know exactly how much he owed Snape, he must take advantage of the free money. "When I solve the werewolf problem, you can start experiments during the holidays. You don't have to let me operate it. "

"Don't be so sentimental, it's not for you."

Snape glanced at him, then looked away, "I'm going to collect some rare materials during the holidays to prepare for experiments. The rituals that Dumbledore participated in require you to use the magic stone, and I'm not sure that you can use the magic stone." Stone comes into play.”

Of course, these are all excuses. The materials are collected through the black market. Although there will be a premium, it will definitely not last the whole holiday. As for cracking the Philosopher's Stone, according to Snape's character, how could he give up without trying it.

Loren secretly found it funny that this man was so naughty and harsh.

"So, you have been talking about rituals and the essence of magic for a long time, just to fool me about the magic stone." Loren teased.

Snape didn't answer. He stared at the road ahead, motionless.

"Who just called me a fool in the principal's office?" Loren used the magic stone to act like a monster.

"I have other things to do, you can go on your own first." Before the next staircase, Snape said, flicked his robe, turned around and left.

Something's wrong?

This is the fifth floor. The Potions Master's office is in the basement. What do you want?

Loren was proud and finally spoke loudly in front of Snape.

Going down the stairs to the first floor, walking through the courtyard corridor, I found that the sun was high and it was almost noon.

"I wonder if the kitchen will be cooking today." Loren muttered.

Suspicious, Loren came to the auditorium.

Sure enough, the entire auditorium was empty, and the four long tables that were usually filled with food were empty.

Loren was about to turn around and go directly to the kitchen to find something to eat, but when he saw that the guest of honor seat usually reserved for professors was empty, an idea suddenly came to his mind.

As a student, it is normal to want to sit up and sit when you see the teacher's position.

This idea took root quickly, and Loren didn't think much about it. There was no one there anyway, so he skipped towards the guest of honor seat and slipped away.

This is a row of tables that are shorter than the long academic table below, but are filled with high chairs with tall backrests. The seat cushion is still leather.

The table is covered with a soft and clean yellow tablecloth, neat and tidy.

Loren touched the tablecloth and the chair cushions, they all felt soft and smooth. He was satisfied.

In addition to professors and principals of various disciplines, there are also positions for other faculty members. There are more than ten or twenty benches, which are not much shorter than the long table below.

Loren grinned, and if he wanted to play, he would play something exciting.

He strode across the seats on both sides and went straight to the middle to sit down. This was the position of the Hogwarts principal.

Loren moved his butt and twisted his shoulders. The adult seat was still too big for him, so he could only put his head above the table.

At this time, Loren, whose sight was blocked, did not see an old wizard with a white beard, standing by the side door wall to the right of the guest seat, watching the little wizard's performance with interest.

Loren was in high spirits, put his hands on the table, stood up with his feet on the chair, and looked around at the four long tables below.

"Ahem."

Loren's face was serious. He raised his hand and pressed twice to suppress the non-existent scream. "Welcome everyone to Hogwarts to start the new school year! Before the banquet begins, I would like to say a few words. That is: Idiot! Cry! Residue! Screw it!"

"Thank you everyone!" Loren sat down gracefully and applauded himself. One action was enough to satisfy the principal's addiction.

"Was I like this?"

The old wizard's voice sounded, and Dumbledore didn't know when he sat down next to Loren. He put his chin in his hand and looked thoughtful.

Loren turned his neck stiffly and stayed where he was.

What is social death?

This is called social death!

Loren yelled in his heart: Fox! Take me away!

He showed a smile that was uglier than crying: "Principal Dumbledore, when did you come?"

Dumbledore smiled slightly and said, "I came early in the morning."

"I always felt that my speech at the opening dinner was very English. Now it seems that it should be shorter." Dumbledore looked at Loren with gentle eyes, "What do you think?"

Loren felt nails in the chair digging into his butt. He wanted to take out his wand immediately and give himself a big melon to chew on, but he still smiled and said: "I think, I think it's good now."

Dumbledore suppressed a smile and observed Loren's expression. He was worried that if this topic continued, Loren might not return to school next semester.

"Hogwarts is on holiday, but there is still enough food in the kitchen." He suppressed his smile, turned his head and tapped the table twice with his wand.

puff!

A dinner plate squeezed out of the air and landed on the table, making a muffled sound under the cushion of the tablecloth.

Then the fork and knife clattered onto the dinner plate.

"Shout out the food you want to eat."

Dumbledore took away the fork and knife and showed him, "Fry the steak."

boom!

A piece of fried steak appeared on the dinner plate.

Dumbledore stretched out his hand and motioned for Loren to try it too.

Although the nail on his butt was still there, Loren finally didn't want to die now. He also tapped the front twice with his wand and said, "Fry the steak."

The two began to enjoy lunch, and the strange atmosphere made Loren not want to say a word. He just wanted to finish eating quickly and run away.

The only sound in the entire auditorium was the sound of a knife swiping a dinner plate.

Dumbledore was in a happy mood. Today's events originally made him feel complicated. When he came to the auditorium, he just wanted to settle the matter as soon as possible and send Loren home.

But looking at Loren's series of actions, he unconsciously relaxed and his mood became less tense.

"That's right!" Dumbledore said suddenly.

Loren raised his head and looked at him, holding a whole piece of fried steak in his mouth. The fastest way to eat it was to eat it directly, so that he could escape from this social death place as soon as possible.

"Want something to drink?" Dumbledore winked at Loren, "There is juice, tea, pumpkin juice..."

Dumbledore looked hesitant and said, "Well, butterbeer doesn't suit you very well."

Loren bit off a bite of meat and said decisively: "Apple juice, thank you!"

After saying that, a goblet filled with apple juice appeared on his right side.

Dumbledore's glass was yellow-orange, like orange juice, pumpkin juice, or maybe butterbeer. Loren didn't look carefully.

After a small episode, Loren felt that it was not so difficult here.

He slowed down his eating speed, "Principal, you just heard that name in the office and it seemed something was wrong. Do you know that person?"

Dumbledore slowly cut off the steak piece by piece and put it into his mouth to chew. "This is a story from a long time ago. Maybe I can tell it to you later, but not now."

In fact, it wasn’t that long ago, it was about 70 years ago, about his story.

Loren didn't ask about this matter again, "How is that blood-cursed orc?"

"In the school infirmary, Madam Pomfrey will check her body. After she wakes up, I will have a chat with her and she will decide whether to stay or not." Dumbledore's voice was unhurried.

Loren thought for a moment and had no objection. Although he saved Nagini, he never thought of getting anything in return.

His idea of ​​saving people was more out of his unbearable desire to see a normal person turn into a beast that drinks blood, be refined into a Horcrux, and finally be killed with a sword.

"When are we going to cure Grandpa Bates of his lycanthropy?" Loren asked.

Dumbledore was very considerate, "If you are in a hurry, we can leave at any time."

Loren thought about it carefully. He still didn't know where Grandpa Bates was.

This year Hogwarts' summer vacation is on June 15th, which happens to be when the moon is full, so I guess I won't be able to make it in time. After today, there will be another month, and I don’t seem to be in a hurry.

This discovery made him a little stunned. He bit into the beef and murmured: "Don't be in a hurry, don't be in a hurry."

Dumbledore said: "If you are not in a hurry, I want you to accompany me to do some things first."

Loren came back to his senses: "Thing? What happened?"

"Well." Dumbledore swallowed the last piece of steak, "Regarding the Ravenclaw diadem, I made an appointment to talk to Ms. Gray in the Transfiguration classroom this afternoon. You know, that Ms. Grey."

"Should I know?" Loren let go of the half of the steak left in his mouth and glanced at Dumbledore quietly.

Dumbledore met Loren's gaze and smiled gently.

If you look like this, you know it.

After only one year at Hogwarts, I already knew that he was indeed suitable to be the principal.

Loren was angry: ...This person obviously ate so slowly, and he finished it before me!

…

Transfiguration Classroom.

This is a classroom without windows, hidden deep in the castle, full of darkness. Only three or two candlesticks were lit with fire and shed a sparse light.

On the first table to the right of the podium, there is a crown and a blue gem quietly placed.

The front of the crown is engraved with an eagle spreading its wings, and a groove is exposed on the abdomen, which is exactly the size of the blue gemstone next to it.

Dumbledore took the diadem out of the Room of Requirement, and Loren witnessed the entire process, all levitation spells, without any physical contact. This old wizard is obviously super powerful, but he is too cautious.

Loren and Dumbledore sat on one side, and a ghost who looked like a young lady in classical clothes sat on the other side.

She is Ms. Grey, who was Helena Ravenclaw, the daughter of Rowena Ravenclaw, one of the four founders of Hogwarts.

Ms. Gray looked at the blue gem with fascination, immersed in the light that symbolized wisdom.

There was a long silence.

Dumbledore spoke first, "Ms. Grey, I think you have seen that Ravenclaw's diadem has been tarnished. I would like to ask if you have any way to remove the evil soul attached to it?"

As a sacred object of Lady Ravenclaw, Dumbledore did not want to destroy it directly.

Ms. Gray looked at the crown with a look of disgust, "Thousands of years ago, I thought my mother's wisdom was the crown. I wanted to be smarter and more famous than my mother, so I stole the crown and ran away with it. Thousands of years later, I mistrusted that student and brought shame to Ravenclaw."

She seemed to be saying to herself, "I did not inherit her wisdom. This was true during my lifetime, and it will be true after my death."

Dumbledore wanted to comfort him, but Ms. Gray gave him no chance and continued: "You are the greatest wizard of this era. Even you can't do anything, let alone me."

"Destroy it together with the crown. In this case, the crown will be considered valuable."

"Don't be too sad, Ms. Grey," said Dumbledore.

Ms. Gray turned her gaze to the blue gem. "I'm not sad. The wisdom of Ravenclaw is in the gem. The dark wizard obviously missed it. He also has no wisdom."

"Pass it on, right here at Hogwarts." Ms. Gray said, without looking, she stood up and floated in the air, disappearing through the wall.

"Who will this blue gem be passed on to?" Loren asked.

To be honest, he also wanted to experience what it felt like to experience wisdom.

"Loren," Dumbledore said in an erratic voice, "What is passed down is not gems, but wisdom."

The small words engraved on the crown shone brightly under the light of blue stones:

[Extraordinary wisdom is the most precious wealth of mankind. 】