The days of hanging out at Hogwarts

This house is darker than usual, with old and dilapidated items piled up into hills. The rustling sounds are caused by unknown dark creatures hiding in nests made of rubbish. The smell of decayed and old dust indicates that This is a forgotten place.

Outside the high windows of the dome was a thick dark cloud, which could not illuminate any light.

In this thick darkness, a gorgeous golden light is particularly dazzling, like a blooming sunflower.

Loren stopped Legilimency, and the golden contract light on his fingers faded, and the whole room fell into thick darkness again.

"Headmaster Dumbledore always wants me to be a saint, but there are no saints in this world. Wasn't he even very irritable when he was young... I'm really sorry, not to mention that I'm not that interested in Voldemort's information... …”

Loren whispered with a calm expression, as if he was talking to himself or to Peter Pettigrew, "However, I still don't want to live up to the principal's kindness, so just follow the wizard's method. What do you think?" So, Mr. Wormtail?"

"Wha, what do you mean?"

Peter Pettigrew trembled and looked up. The face with black hair and black eyes was indifferent, almost like a living person. The scene of being executed by twelve kinds of punishments appeared in his mind over and over again. The unprecedented fear of death was like a pair of hands. It grabbed his heart and made him stiff.

"It means..." Loren reached his hand to his chest and made a gesture of pulling something out. After a moment, a smooth black stone appeared in his hand. He smiled softly at Peter Pettigrew, " The Dementor’s Kiss.”

Peter Pettigrew's eyes suddenly widened, and before he could react, the stone was already stuck between his eyebrows.

There was an icy chill on the stones, which stung Peter Pettigrew. The chill penetrated his skin, drilled straight into the depths of his brain, and spread along the bone marrow throughout his body, seeming to engulf his whole body. Like freezing.

Loren retracted his finger, and the soul-stirring stone was already fixed between Peter Pettigrew's eyebrows.

The first time he got the Dementor Stone on the yacht, he discovered that the Dementor Stone had the same magic power as the Dementors and could absorb people's emotions, memories, and even souls.

He refined the first soul-stirring stone into the mirror of Bloody Mary, and his abilities in terms of memory and soul were enhanced. The second soul-stirring stone he obtained on the Hogwarts Express is now used as a torture device.

Loren stood aside with indifferent eyes, watching as a thin layer of white frost gradually covered the body of the short, fat middle-aged man in front of him, and the alien magic power representing the soul continued to converge towards the stone.

He defected to Voldemort, betrayed the Potters, and massacred 12 Muggles to frame others.

He didn't know why such criminals were not executed when they arrived at the Ministry of Magic. Maybe it was because the death penalty was abolished in the UK... A sneer tugged at the corner of Loren's mouth.

Peter Pettigrew's green face was pulled by some invisible magic power, stretched, and gathered on the black stone. After an unknown amount of time, his mouth opened slightly, and a small ball of green light floated out. gradually rise.

Loren stared at the aura while recalling the description of the dementors in his mind.

Under the influence of dementors, the wizard will feel that the surrounding light and warmth are being absorbed, gradually falling into darkness and cold. Courage and hope fade, and fear and emptiness gradually take over. If it cannot be rescued in time, its soul will eventually be sucked.

It's not killing. The brain and heart are still working. You can live even without a soul, but there is no more self-awareness, no more memories, no more anything. And there was no hope of recovery, an empty, living shell.

In that case... this faint aura is the soul of Peter Pettigrew?

Another doubt arose in his mind. If the joy and hope absorbed by the dementors evoked fear and emptiness, would there still be fear left in the empty shell after the soul was absorbed?

Or have all the emotions and memories been sucked away, and this body is a vegetative state.

When the spiritual light was completely absorbed by the soul-stirring stone under the pull of suction, a tear seeped out from the corner of Pettigrew Peter's eyes, was frozen by the icy cold, and turned into an ice bead on the hoarfrost. Finally he twitched and became motionless.

Maybe he recalled the happy memories at the last moment of his life, maybe he was repenting for his betrayal at the last moment, maybe he regretted provoking Loren Morgan...

Loren didn't care. He stretched out his wand and picked it. The hoarfrost-covered soul-stirring stone escaped from Peter Pettigrew's brow and fell into his hand.

The moment he took it, Loren's head was slightly dizzy, and an icy chill was about to spread.

Loren's wand pointed to the palm of his hand: "[Calling God's Guard]"

Silvery white light erupts from the tip of the wand, swirls around the white palm, and docilely turns into a protective film.

Loren looked carefully at the Dementor Stone, which was slightly larger than before. The smooth black stone was filled with the dark magic power of the Dementors. The gray was mixed with tiny bits of green light. It seemed that the Dementor Stone had not yet been digested. That ball of soul chewed it into powder like dust.

The tip of the staff flicked gently, and the gushing silver-white patron saint's light separated into a thin thread. This thread extended towards the soul-stirring stone, stirred, and delicately and delicately bypassed the gray magic power, touching a little bit of spiritual light.

boom.

With a muffled sound, the invisible magic power burst out, setting off a slow wave of air, cleaning and spreading the surrounding air.

The power is not strong, probably as strong as the breeze.

Loren raised his eyebrows. Although he had always heard Dumbledore talking about the incomparable magic power of soul and love, now he saw with his own eyes such a small piece of soul, without the stimulation of magic, it burst out with such intensity just by touching it. He felt a little surprised by the impact.

Therefore, the soul really contains powerful magic, and Harry's mother used the magic of love in the soul to cast a protective spell. To this day, Voldemort is still powerless against this protective spell.

It's just that this kind of magic is difficult to use, even if it is controlled by oneself.

After staring at the magic power in the Soul-obsessing Stone for a while, Loren suddenly remembered something that Voldemort had mentioned...

Dumbledore preaches love, Gryffindor's courage, Ravenclaw's wisdom, Hufflepuff's integrity and kindness, Slytherin's advocating glory... all because of the powerful magic contained in the soul.

There are also the despicable Herbo, the mysterious poet Beedle and even Death, whom Flamel mentioned.

Could it be that...this distinctive characteristic is the way to discover soul magic and control the extraordinary magic power?

Loren's thinking didn't come to any conclusion. After all, he was only a third-grade wizard. Asking Flamel probably wouldn't give him a definite answer, as he was given a perfunctory answer last time.

Take your time, he is still far from Dumbledore's state.

Loren put the soul-stirring stone into a small wooden box and put it back into the pendant. The room was quiet except for the rustling sounds of some goblins, vixen and elves. Although he persuaded himself not to think about it, he still I can't help but think about it.

If it were you, what qualities should you choose?

wisdom?

Although he is indeed very smart, his intelligence does not seem to be the same as that of Ravenclaw.

courage?

emmm... Although he is a Gryffindor and indeed very brave, this word doesn't seem to suit him very well.

Just and kind?

Loren glanced at Peter Pettigrew, who was almost in a vegetative state, and then thinking about what he had done, it seemed that this word was not appropriate.

No, punishing evil means promoting good. I am a kind and righteous person!

A series of qualities flashed through his mind, and finally Loren shook his head and smiled: "Tsk, there are so many advantages, it's hard to choose."

After gathering his thoughts, Loren began to process the crime scene. Looking at the white frost that had melted on Peter Pettigrew's body and his chest rising and falling slightly with his breathing, he cast a floating spell to lift him up.

The Room of Requirement would still be useful in the future. Loren didn't want this body to wither and rot here, and he didn't bother to set it on fire.

Pulling a piece of parchment from the piles of discarded items on both sides, Loren walked out of the Room of Requirement with two things. Passing by the tapestry of silly Barnabas and the troll sleeping together, we came to a window on the eighth floor.

It was thick night outside, and it was extremely cold near the windows of the tall buildings. Looking at Peter Pettigrew's face, Loren suddenly felt bored. Now he just wanted to go back and see a girl quickly.

With a tap of the wand on the parchment, the yellowed and damaged paper suddenly became active, folded itself into a "V" shape, and flew out of the window with the paper wings on both sides flapping. Outside the castle, the parchment grew in the wind, and the paper wings on both sides continued to grow larger and even grew feathers, turning into a hippogriff.

Loren waved again, and the unconscious Peter Pettigrew squeezed out of the window. The two front paws of the winged beast grabbed him by the collar and hung him in the air.

The transformation skill is enough to support him enough to fly out of the school. Tomorrow morning someone will find Peter Pettigrew who was kissed by a dementor and turned into a vegetative state...

The fugitive was brought to justice, and the dementors took the blame. Everyone was happy.

No matter who investigates, this matter has nothing to do with a good, law-abiding third grade student.

"Go." Loren patted the winged beast on the head.

The paper winged beast conjured by the transformation technique cried softly, flapped its wings and flew out. Pulling the middle-aged man's body, the two figures of one man and one beast quickly disappeared into the thick night.

…

In front of the window of the principal's office.

The dark clouds in the sky are getting thicker and thicker, and the moon that should have a gap is completely covered by the clouds. Only occasionally when the wind blows can a little light be revealed, illuminating the shape of the dark clouds.

An experienced old man can judge the position of the moon and know that this silver-white disk also rises in the east and sets in the west, walking from one end of the mountain to the other end of the mountain. The moon is still in the eastern sky, which means that the night is still long.

A phoenix with bright red feathers stood by the window.

The white cotton pajamas and robe are decorated with blue star and moon patterns, and the long white beard is tied into a bunch with a silk scarf. Dumbledore is holding a cup of steaming cocoa in his hand, watching the black shadows of people and animals flying continuously. Far away until it completely disappeared into the night.

"It's different from what I thought..." Dumbledore tapped his index finger on the porcelain cup, and the golden lines on his fingertips flashed away. "I thought he would at least torture him to extract a confession. It seems like he doesn't care much about Tom." care."

Phoenix, who was standing on the window eaves, tilted her head and looked at him. The feathers on her head shook a few times: "Chirp?"

"Surveillance? Of course not. I just sensed that the contract was touched but not broken. It still exists." Dumbledore glanced at it pretending to complain, "Fox, do you think I am so strict? person?"

Fox nodded: "Chirp!"

Dumbledore smiled, picked up the porcelain cup and took a sip: "Maybe he acts too mature and grows up too fast. Sometimes we forget that he is only 13 years old... Fox, what did I look like when I was 13? Woolen cloth?"

"Chirp."

"If it were me, I would only do more outrageous things... After all, lies and secrets, hatred and hatred, this is how I grew up on my mother's knees." Dumbledore's blue eyes reflected the night, looking gray. Yes, a little bleak.

"Chirp?"

"How should I tell the Ministry of Magic? Why should I tell the Ministry of Magic? This matter has nothing to do with Hogwarts."

…

After walking through the long corridor and arriving at the door of the Portrait Cave, Loren was very lucky that the fat woman did not visit other picture frames.

Waking up the fat woman who was sleeping with her head hanging down, Loren said tonight's password: "Light of Wonderland."

"Naughty little wizard, going on a night out again!" The fat woman raised her head and rubbed her eyes, muttering dissatisfiedly. Although she was dissatisfied, she still reluctantly opened the door.

Loren crawled through the portrait hole and into the common room.

The candlesticks on the surrounding walls had long been extinguished, leaving only the remaining firewood in the fireplace emitting a faint firelight, illuminating a small circle in front of the fireplace.

Hearing the footsteps, the girl in a black shirt ran over like a gust of wind.

"Loren!" Hermione's eyes were shining brightly and she threw herself into Loren's arms.

The girl's shirt was of fine and soft texture. What was softer than the cloth was the girl's body. It was soft and soft. You could clearly feel the warmth coming from Hermione's body through the shirt. It was more comfortable than Crookshanks' cat fur.

The Room of Requirement, Wormtail, the Dementor's kiss... they all seemed to be driven away by this hug. When you know that there is a girl waiting for you to come back by the fireplace, the whole world seems to calm down.

Loren couldn't help but smile. He buried his head in the girl's neck and took a deep breath: "Well, it still smells good."

Hermione also sniffed and replied dully: "You still stink."

Loren immediately let go of his embrace and quickly changed the subject: "How long have you been waiting?"

Hermione: "..."

Those complicated emotions disappeared all of a sudden, and Hermione was speechless: "I've been waiting since you left, and I've been waiting until now."

So Loren scratched his head and giggled.

Looking at this man, Hermione pursed her lips and smiled.

How to deal with Wormtail, did he leave any traces, should he go to Dumbledore... She had prepared a lot of questions, but the moment she saw him, Hermione didn't want to ask anything.

Anyway, just come back.

In the dark lounge, the girl's clear voice broke the silence: "Would you like something to eat?"

"want!"

"I still have some snacks in my pendant. Remember to take a shower and clean yourself after eating."

"Huh? You dislike my taste?"

"Um."

"I won't take a shower anymore. I won't take a shower anymore. You stink to death!"

"..."