The days of hanging out at Hogwarts

Flamel's gaze swept across the sky, looking into an unknown distance. It seemed that the place he was looking at did not exist, and was nothingness.

After thinking for a long time, he said slowly: "There are no gods in this world. Anyone who wants to become a god and be above all life will be abandoned by life and the world."

"Don't be fooled by his tricks. When you grow up, everything will have answers."

Loren did not speak. Voldemort may have had the idea to confuse him before his death, and what he said must be a mixture of truth and lies. Flamel's words made it clear that this was not something he should know, at least not yet.

"Then who are Morgan's descendants? I always thought that I came from a Muggle family, and my parents were ordinary people." Loren asked.

Flamel smiled: "I don't know your parents, but I think they may indeed be ordinary people. It's just that the surname Morgan is very special and involves another great wizard."

His illusory hands rubbed Loren's hair twice, trying to smooth out the messed up hair, but the light and shadow just passed through, making it difficult for illusion and reality to intersect.

"When you start school, ask Dumbledore. He knows more about this than me." After Flamel finished speaking, he turned into a ray of light and flew back to the Book of Fantasy.

Loren has a complex mind, sages, gods, and the mysterious wizard Morgan, what on earth are these...

He once thought that after seeing the ending of this world and understanding the truth of the world, he would always have the mentality of sitting firmly on top of Mount Tai. But when the world unfolded to him, it was full of scenery he had never known.

The "Book of Abraham" he got by luck, Nico's dream, Trelawney's prophecy... He once thought it was just coincidence and good luck, but fate seemed to have already made arrangements.

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Malfoy Manor.

Lucius held up a vase with blue peacock feathers in front of his eyes and looked at it again and again, with a happy smile on his face. He was obviously very satisfied with this new collection.

"Dad," Draco stood aside, with hesitation in his tone, "your attitude towards the Weasley family is very strange today. Why? Do you really support pure blood?"

Click!

The porcelain bottle collided with the cabinet and made a soft sound. Lucius put the vase back on the table and said leisurely: "Pureblood, that's just an excuse."

"People in this group want to do things in a high-sounding way and win the support of some people, so they will use this banner. Then they use this reason to achieve their own goals."

All the prohibited items were cleared out, and even the diary that the Dark Lord asked him to keep was moved away without anyone noticing. Lucius was in a very good mood and couldn't help but say a few more words:

"Draco, you have to remember that there are no pure-blood interests, Muggle interests, or anything else. The destination of all interests is your own interests."

"You see, the Weasleys are also from a pure-blood family. Is there anyone who helps their family when they are in trouble?" Lucius seemed to find this very funny and couldn't help but laugh, "Even those old guys, Everyone will just watch Weasley gradually decline."

"If you can gain benefits by supporting pure blood, then support pure blood. If you can gain benefits by supporting Muggles, then support Muggles."

"Only interests are eternal friends."

Draco listened to this statement with his mouth wide open. This was completely different from the concept he had always held. He couldn't help but ask: "But, what about Slytherin's ideas? What about the glory of pure blood?"

Lucius looked at Draco's face and felt that, as his son, Draco was a little... less Malfoy.

"Listen, whether it's pure blood or Muggle, I only support the glory of the Malfoy family. For thousands of years, my ancestors have passed down the Malfoy family to me, and I will definitely take care of it. The land is given to you.”

"And you..." Lucius fell silent. Apparently, having neglected his son over the years, Draco may have absorbed Narcissa's simple ideas.

Lucius, who was no longer in a happy mood, went straight upstairs. He wanted to have a good talk with Narcissa. As a descendant of the Malfoy family, I can no longer be stupid.

The result of the conversation was that he inexplicably agreed to change equipment for the Slytherin Quidditch team in exchange for Draco's place on the team.

"Did Severus Snape bewitch you? Did he threaten you with Draco?" An angry voice came from upstairs, his words full of anger.

…

Lake Ohrid stretches endlessly in Albania, with its mirror-like blue water reflecting the sky and mountains. Winter hasn't arrived here yet, but the temperature is already very cold.

Voldemort thought so.

Three months ago, he was kicked out of Hogwarts again and returned here again, living a life like a maggot. Just like 11 years ago.

He is now just a weak ghost, and any dark wizard can inflict torture on him. For the former Dark Lord, living in this state is a shame in itself.

Fortunately, he had become accustomed to such humiliation during those ten years. After abandoning part of reason and part of human existence, the ghost will feel better.

Winter is not easy to live in. He is as humble as a snake, but he cannot hibernate like a snake.

Lake Ohrid does not freeze, so the presence of water means there is a gathering of animals. But when possessed by a group animal, other animals in the group will be afraid of its cold aura. After getting along for a period of time, this fear will turn into rejection.

Animals without reason are extremely barbaric, and the way animals express their disgust is simple and direct...

Whenever I think of those remaining parts of Voldemort's ghost, as a human being, I always feel shame, followed by endless hatred and anger.

The most difficult thing about time was that he couldn't find those former servants, and he didn't know when someone like Quirrell would find him again. There is no end to the virgin forest, and there is no hope in winter...

But no matter what, winter in Albania is not easy to live with.

Voldemort, possessing a secret-striped viper, walked through the grass and crawled through the low shrubs. The scales on its abdomen made a slight rustling sound. He was already familiar with this way of moving, just like a real snake.

Just when he was entangled in the branches of the snake bone tree and was about to add another snake bone to the tree, he saw a flash of black mist flying over from a distance.

The black mist hit the snake bone tree trunk in front of him, leaving a line of black ink words on it:

‘My sincere apologies to you, descendants of Morgan, sages of the new era. ’

Voldemort looked at the text. The snake's body lay motionless on the branch.

As if provoking some unbelievable being, a rotten aura came out of the ink stain, and small reddish fire spots lit up little by little, eventually spreading and rising into a ball of flame.

Voldemort let go of the snake's tail hanging on the tree and dropped it directly to the ground, watching the tree in front of him turn into ashes in his breath.

The cold winter with no end in sight seemed to suddenly have the sun. The secret viper fluttered its scales and quickly crawled towards the hotel outside the Albanian forest. While dark wizards are difficult to deal with, there is another magical being out there that can be harnessed.

In the deserted forest, a burst of eerie laughter suddenly sounded...

Half a day later, in front of Crabbe Manor.

The transparent space suddenly distorted, and with a "bang", a house elf holding a huge silver cup appeared.

A viper with stripes on its back crawled out of the silver cup, followed the house elf's arm, and wrapped around its neck.

"You said that little Crabbe hired werewolves to attack Azkaban?" A hoarse voice came from the snake's mouth, frightening.

The thin house elf trembled and replied in a high-pitched and frightened voice: "Ah, Mick heard it from the wizard who was trading in the hotel..."

The fangs and forked tongue exuded a cold breath from the artery, but he disliked the dirty blood of the house elf and finally did not say: "Take me in."

…

"The British Library is the largest library here." Loren held the fantasy book in his hand and whispered to the side.

In the reading room, Loren is located in a corner of a bookshelf, which is not inconspicuous at all. In the eyes of others, this is just a child talking to himself, and no one will notice at all.

"Just find a hidden corner and put me down." Flamel's voice was relaxed and carefree, even with some expectation.

"So, what is the purpose of doing this, so that you can become a library collection?" Loren is still confused. When he got up early this morning, Flamel asked him to take the fantasy book to a library with the largest collection of books. , put the Book of Fantasy in it.

"My scope of activities has expanded. I asked you to bring me to the library to collect the books here."

"Include?"

"When night falls, I can use the Book of Fantasy to cleanse the magic power and copy all the books in the library into the Book of Fantasy." Flamel looked at the neatly arranged bookshelves and was deeply fascinated by this scenery.

"This place is bigger than the castle, with millions of books. Are you sure you can do it?"

"In the future, you can learn Muggle medical knowledge in the magical world and speed up the refining of magic stones." Flamel did not answer his question, immersed in his own world. The illusory figure floats in the air, making a gesture of embracing with open arms:

“The Book of Fantasy will be the coming together of two societies that will be the seeds of civilization.”

Loren couldn't understand the second half of his heroic words, but he still found a hidden bookshelf and put the fantasy book next to a copy of "King Lear".

There is an entire row of Shakespeare books that no one is borrowing, so there is no need to worry about someone taking this, Shakespeare-like book by mistake.

"I'll pick you up tomorrow!" Loren waved and walked out of the library.

——

The first day of school came quickly, and Loren felt that the summer vacation ended too quickly. He felt that it was over before he had much fun.

After Hermione asked Monica about the werewolf group, Monica gave her some books such as "Leviathan: The Essence, Form and Power of the Church State and the Civil State" and "On the Origin and Basis of Human Inequality". book of.

The original words of this hard-core mother are: "I don't know the composition and political ecology of wizard society, but some things are always the same. These books can't solve the problem, but they can make you understand what you are wondering. You must start reading I don’t understand, but you will understand when you grow up.”

So these days, Hermione struggled to read these books, trying to read them all before the start of school to give herself an impression.

After collecting an entire library of books, Flamel became obsessed with opera and bel canto techniques. Loren can only accompany Grandpa Bates to take care of the backyard and prepare for transplanting in November...

They got up early on the first day of school. As usual, Bates and Wendell sat in the front row, while Monica took the two children behind.

Because of Hermione's bag and Loren's suitcase, they didn't have to worry about their luggage. They arrived at King's Cross Station at ten o'clock. The group came to between platforms nine and ten, and it was time to say goodbye.

Hermione buried her head in Monica's arms, as attached to her mother's arms as a kitten. The two were intimate for a long time before saying goodbye.

Loren and Bates stood looking at the Grangers.

"As I said last time, I won't worry about you, kid." Bates's voice was still so cheerful, "Remember to take good care of Hermione, she is a girl."

Loren felt that the left side of his nose was a little stuffy, maybe he had a cold. His voice was slightly nasal, and he said in a dull voice: "I know."

"I will be at home on Christmas, remember to come back and see you."

"oh!"

Finally, under the watchful eyes of the three adults, Loren and Hermione ran all the way and crashed into the 9-3/4 station.

Outside the platform, Mr. and Mrs. Bates and Granger looked at each other, looked at each other's slightly red eyes, and smiled at each other.

At this point, the summer vacation of 1992 ended, and Loren and Hermione's second grade began.

It's still the same red-painted train, with the industrial style of decades ago, and it's as bright as new.

The two of them easily found an unoccupied cubicle, sat down across from each other, and invariably rested their heads on their hands and looked out the window, which could help them soothe their parting emotions.

The strange thing is that after Loren got on the train, he always felt that he had forgotten something and couldn't remember it. He could only figure out bit by bit whether he had forgotten anything.

Book of Fantasy, brought.

Magic robe, brought.

Bring Dumbledore's coke and heavy dark chocolate.

Thinking of Coke and chocolate, Loren thought of those fun magic snacks.

Hermione sniffed, looked at his changing expression, and asked curiously: "What are you thinking about?"

"Oh, a lot." Loren curled his lips, "Chocolate frog, licorice wand, Bibi-do's strange flavored beans——"

Before she could finish counting, Hermione was amused: "You're already thinking about snacks before the train even starts."

"After all, I haven't eaten during the summer vacation. I still remember when we ate piles of cockroaches last year, Neville thought I was bullying you."

"Oh~ don't mention the pile of cockroaches again." Hermione still couldn't accept that thing.

"You obviously ate a lot!"

"You still said that!"

…

That's it, Hermione felt that Loren always had a special infectious energy, and he could make people laugh at any time.