The days of hanging out at Hogwarts

"Dumbledore?" Loren pulled Dumbledore's hand.

Dumbledore lowered his head, "What do you think about what just happened?"

Loren hesitated slightly, "I don't think Harry has to forgive them, nor does he have to treat them as relatives."

"Loren, I always believe that family love is beautiful, and this beautiful emotion contains great power." Dumbledore smiled very gently.

"But," Loren said, "the hurt caused by loved ones is the most profound, isn't it?"

After hearing Loren's words, Dumbledore fell silent.

Many years ago, his parents left Dumbledore, his three siblings, and his sister Ariana was seriously ill and needed care at all times.

He was so gifted that he was tied to Godric's little valley by his family ties. He always found that kind of life boring, boring and boring. I don't think I should be locked in that little place.

Was Ariana also hurt by him at that time, because he caused Ariana's death, and how much harm did this bring to Albusford.

"We always realize the preciousness of family ties only after we have caused harm."

Dumbledore's voice seemed to be suppressed, "I sincerely hope that Harry can gain true family affection."

Loren found it difficult to agree, "But ever since Harry could remember, he had lived a life that was worse than that of a cat or a dog."

He looked at Dumbledore seriously, "This kind of harm will follow him for the rest of his life."

"When he sleeps in a big bed at Hogwarts, he will think of sleeping in a storage room at the Dursleys' house. When he sees Professor McGonagall transforming into a fat pig, he will want to turn Dudley into a fat pig. When I see the cream cake on the dining table, I think of the cream cake left over from Dudley’s birthday, and I throw it away without giving it to him.”

"This kind of thing has been going on for ten years since he can remember it. When he sees cream cakes, game consoles, and countless other things, he may be reminded of the pain, sadness, and resentment of these ten years."

"Why did Harry have to tolerate all the abuse when they adopted him? It makes no sense. Harry owes them, but he also has the right to hate them."

Dumbledore held Loren's hand tighter.

"But if they really become a family that loves each other, then all the beautiful actions will become a medium to induce painful memories, but then he can't hate them. Wouldn't it be more painful?"

After Loren finished speaking, he felt Dumbledore's little finger twitch slightly.

Dumbledore said: "You are right, I should respect Harry's choice."

The topic ended here. Loren was not a party involved. He just expressed his opinion and quickly put these things behind him.

After Harry learned magic, it would be difficult for the Dursleys to bully others. Besides, now that Sirius was backing him up, there wasn't much to worry about.

There was silence on the dark streets of Privet Drive.

Two figures, an old man and a young man, walked out of the street of Privet Drive, and bunches of firefly-like lights returned to the street lamps, illuminating the dim road.

He looked curiously at the deluminator. As an alchemist apprentice, he was very interested in this kind of thing.

"Deluminator? I read about that in the book that introduced you."

"Is there a limit to the light source that can be absorbed?"

"What will happen if we don't put them back?"

The chirping questions made Dumbledore come out of his past memories and reflections on Harry's education, making his depressed heart feel a little more relaxed.

He replied: "It's a trivial little invention. I didn't know that books today are written in such detail."

"ha!"

Loren had long wanted to complain about the books that introduced wizards in the wizarding world, "Speaking of which, the book that introduced Nico even listed where he lived in seclusion."

Dumbledore chuckled twice and restrained all his bad emotions in front of the child.

Loren continued: "If the place of seclusion is written down, is it still called seclusion?"

Dumbledore did not answer the question. He held Loren's hand and walked forward. "Your poor Grandpa Bates is not back. Where are you going to go next? Hogwarts does not allow students to stay in school during the summer vacation, except for Minerva and Feather." Erqi, other professors will leave the castle one after another."

"I thought the professors had their homes in the castle?"

“Professors have their own lives.”

"Where's Professor McGonagall? Doesn't she have one?"

Dumbledore seemed not to have heard this and continued walking forward holding Loren.

Minerva enjoyed her life at Hogwarts.

"We have left the Muggle community, why don't we teleport back to Hogwarts?" Loren noticed something was wrong as he walked.

He looked at Dumbledore warily and asked, "You want to buy Muggle candy again?"

Dumbledore nodded calmly, "When you are in a bad mood, you should eat something sweet."

Loren shook Dumbledore's arm, "Then your idea is going to fail."

He had an expression on his face that you didn't understand, "You are a wizard. You don't know that Muggle shops rarely stay open until late at night. You can't buy candy now."

"Actually, I know Muggles better than you think."

Dumbledore said in a show-off tone, "I have a scar on my knee. It's the shape of the London Underground route map."

Loren didn't react for a moment and was a little confused.

what?

A subway map engraved on your knee?

There were so many flaws in this matter that he didn't know where to start.

Loren looked at Dumbledore like a fool.

Just say you don't understand Muggles.

You also came into contact with something as modern and industrial as the subway.

Say you understand Muggles.

You have the London Underground route map carved into your knee.

Isn’t this something that every website has?

Loren felt that for wizards, something like the subway might be very shocking.

He thought for a while and asked: "Is there any story in this?"

"No story, I just want to explain that I also know Muggles very well." Dumbledore winked mischievously, "So I know where to buy sweets late at night."

Their figures flickered in the darkness of the London night, disappeared on the street, and appeared at the end of the street the next moment. After taking a few steps outside, the figure began to flicker again.

One second, Loren saw a cricket field on the right, and the next second it turned into a medical school.

Loren once again marveled at the power of Dumbledore, an old wizard. Apparition over short distances was as easy as drinking water, and it also took care of his passenger's physical senses. He didn't feel any discomfort at all.

Dumbledore's Express, good reviews.

"I feel that the way you look at me is not polite." Dumbledore stopped on a street.

Just as Loren was about to retort, he noticed the strange building in front of him out of the corner of his eye and was stunned.

There is a strange-shaped building standing in front of it. Two pillars support a two-story curved arch structure, with various strange and rare animals carved on the wood.

This is Chinatown.

Dumbledore took Loren to a small shop with a red lantern hanging at the door and an electric light bulb inside. He bought some halva, toffee, and small twists with syrup in authentic London English.

Loren was silent all the way, looking at this strange place, which was incompatible with the painting style of London. But it was such an incompatible style that suddenly made him feel a strong, indescribable emotion.

Until he was brought out by Dumbledore, Loren was still immersed in the street scene for a long time.

"This group of people from the far Eastern countries always keep their shops open late into the night, even deeper into the night." Dumbledore chewed the small twist in his mouth, and his teeth did not look like those of a man who was over a hundred years old. elder.

Seeing that Loren was a little distracted and didn't even notice the twist he handed over, Dumbledore asked, "Are you okay?"

Only then did Loren come to his senses and pretended to yawn, "I'm a little sleepy."

He picked up a piece of Mahua and chewed it, feeling that a certain part of his soul was being filled bit by bit.

Dumbledore continued to talk about the previous topic, "What a hard-working group of people."

Loren looked back and saw that the night in Chinatown was brighter than other places.

Yes, they are a really hard-working group of people.

Accompanied by the unique physical sensation of long-distance disembodiment and the itching in their belly buttons, Dumbledore and Loren returned to Hogwarts once again. Since it's not Fox's transmission, they still have a ways to go.

There is no light in the wilderness, but the bright light shines softly, and the footsteps rustle on the grass blades. This road is not difficult to walk.

Dumbledore was eating snacks and walking around, very leisurely. He obviously enjoyed this kind of night very much. The cool and silent summer night made people unconsciously calm down and dissipate the emotions in their hearts.

Loren had something on his mind and couldn't wait any longer. After saying that, he ran to the dormitory, "Goodbye, principal. I'll go back to sleep first."

After washing up as quickly as possible, Loren jumped on the bed and projected himself onto the bed. Without looking, he felt his fingers touch the fantasy book under the pillow.

A flash of silver light flashed, Loren's consciousness was immersed, and he opened his eyes again and found himself in a bright library.

"Flamel!" Loren shouted at the top of his lungs.

Flamel's erratic figure emerged from behind Loren, "You look very excited."

"Is there a magic school in China?" Loren asked impatiently.

Chinatown triggered some deep memories in him, and he kept thinking about this issue on the way back.

Maybe after graduation, I can go there and become a foreign teacher or something, and I can also learn traditional magic.

Yu·Yingadim·Sword·Leviosa·Jutsu makes me very excited just thinking about it.

"Why do you ask this?" Flamel was very interested.

Loren tried his best to suppress the smile on his lips and appeared less excited, "Just ask, ask."

Flamel looked at him suspiciously, "On the high mountains in the east, there is an ancient magic school, but it has almost no contact with the outside world. On the other hand, there is another school called the "Magic Institute", which has recently applied to join the International Federation of Wizards. meeting. But that doesn't mean there are only two schools. The situation here is complicated. "

Loren's interested and attentive appearance served Flamel very well.

He spoke slowly: "In the 16th century, Nico traveled to the East and came into contact with some Eastern wizards."

"There is no school like Hogwarts in the East. Their teaching model is more like traditional wizards. The teacher leads the apprentice, and the teacher teaches the apprentice what he knows."

Loren listened and grinned again unconsciously.

Master, apprentice.

He recalled the shortcomings of the traditional master-disciple tradition and asked worriedly, "Isn't this incomplete development and easy to annihilate generations?"

"That's not entirely true. They don't have schools, but they have another model, divided into different factions." Flamel was a little confused. "It's hard for me to explain to you what kind of model it is, but the quality of their teaching is also very good." very good."

Loren's smile grew wider.

I see.

Flamel stopped talking about the school's problems, and instead talked about what impressed him, "Unlike us, they handle the relationship with Muggles very well, and there is no conflict between pure blood, mixed blood and Muggles."

Loren felt proud and proud.

"After entering the new era, Eastern wizards and their governments seem to have reached an agreement similar to the Secrecy Act, just like us."

Loren thinks this is right, "Muggles have their own civilization and their own way."

"What is the magic of the East like?" Loren asked immediately. Is it what he thought?

Spells correspond to enchantments.

The magic weapon corresponds to alchemy.

The elixir corresponds to the magic potion.

Flamel said: "Just like the magic in Africa is very different from ours, the magic in the East is also completely different from ours. They are used to using their fingers as magic wands."

"Hahahaha!" Loren couldn't help laughing after hearing the first sentence.

Those are pinch secrets, mudra.

What does it mean to use your finger as a magic wand?

Flamel stopped talking and looked at Loren indifferently.

Stared at by such eyes, Loren's laughter slowly stopped, and finally stopped completely.

"There are some travel notes compiled by Nico in the library. You can read them yourself." After Flamel finished speaking, he turned around and drifted away.

In the distance, Loren heard a faint mumbling sound.

"It's not nice to ask people questions. What's so funny? Just like those oriental people, they laugh when they hear the finger wand."

"I haven't been active in studying lately. Hogwarts is on holiday, and the Book of Fantasy is not on holiday."

Loren stared intently, pretending not to hear anything.

Recently, because Grandpa Bates's werewolf disease has been cured, he has indeed had much less time to study with Flamel.

What's this?

Why can't fantasy books take a summer vacation?

…

Hogwarts Headmaster's Office.

It was pitch black, with only part of the moonlight filtering in from the window. The sound of thumping echoed in the room, and the noise made the quietness more obvious.

This is the sound of teeth crushing twists and halva. Oriental candies are so special.

Dumbledore was suffering from insomnia again. He sat behind the desk and kept talking.

Harry's experience and Loren's words jumped out of Dumbledore's mind when he was alone and played repeatedly in front of his eyes. No pensieve would be clearer than this.

Dumbledore was actually a little confused, not only about Harry's family relationship, but also about his reflection on himself.

With Tom's example in front of him and his own experience, he naturally believed that letting Harry feel family affection and love was the right path.

Placing Harry in foster care with his aunt and uncle also involved this consideration, but he underestimated the complexity of people...