The days of hanging out at Hogwarts

On weekends, the Room of Requirement, a room styled like Snape's office.

In the eerie dim candlelight, in the enclosed space, the oil lamps and candles on the surrounding walls occasionally jumped, accompanied by the continuous beeping sound of the crucible on the desk.

The Wolfsbane potion was brewing step by step. Loren's attention was not on the crucible. There was a small walnut box in front of him. Next to the box was a black cloth that had just been removed.

Loren sat on the chair and leaned forward slightly, his fingers gently sliding across the smooth surface of the wooden box. It was generally flat, but the slightly rough box gave a cold touch.

Gudong——

The box suddenly trembled slightly, and the things in the box seemed to feel the outside world prying through the wooden board.

Loren saw the gray magic power of the boggart, like the herbal smoke in Professor Trelawney's divination classroom, curling out from the gaps in the wooden box, coating the surface of the box with a grayish dull color.

The gray magic power tried to spread upwards along his fingers, but the magic power was too weak and could not survive when it reached the second knuckle.

According to the knowledge learned in class, the Boggart in the box does not have a specific shape at this time, and it does not know what Loren is afraid of.

Loren's deep eyes reflected the dim candlelight in the room, shadows floated, and the world faded into simple and rough lines.

Seeing a gray mist in front of him, Loren's eyes showed some helplessness. He tried to observe the shape of the Boggart through the essence of magic power, but judging from the current situation, there was no result.

He couldn't be sure whether the gray mist was a manifestation of the Boggart's magic power or the shape of the Boggart itself.

Loren tapped his eyebrows, and the three-color world of black, white and gray in his field of vision returned to normal, and the gray mist was blocked by the walnut box.

With two soft clicks, Loren unlocked the buckles on both sides of the box. Unexpectedly, the Boggart, who was locked in the box and kept shaking, suddenly calmed down.

Loren showed an interested expression on his face: "I haven't broken through my Occlumency and can't complete the transformation, so you're shy?"

Loren waved his magic wand and shot out a string of sparks, hitting the upper lid of the box. Just when the upper lid of the box bounced open a gap under the pull of magic power, a force suddenly burst out, and the upper lid slammed down. There was a loud crashing sound.

"Still shy?" Loren exclaimed.

No wonder no one has discovered the true face of the Boggart for so many years. Occlumency is not a profound magic. Loren must not be the only one to discover the magical effect of Occlumency in dealing with Boggarts. It turns out that Boggarts will take the initiative to hide when they cannot complete their transformation. stand up.

Loren became interested. He wanted to see the Boggart's true face today.

Loren raised his wrist and turned the tip of the wand in a small circle. Powerful magic spurted out, carrying the wizard's will, with the intention of forcibly opening the wooden box.

The box shook violently, and the upper lid of the box opened a crack, and was quickly closed by the huge force inside.

Creak——

The hinges connecting the upper lid to the main body of the wooden box made a tooth-aching metallic friction sound.

Even though the sound of the metal loose leaf aroused goosebumps all over his body, Loren didn't care. A slight smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. He wanted to see whether it was the Boggart's magic power that was strong or his magic power that was sufficient.

Just when Loren was about to continue to increase his magic power output, he suddenly found that the object he was wrestling with had become weaker. He saw that the gray magic power escaping from the gaps in the box had become weak and scattered.

"If this continues, the Boggart will not dissipate..." Loren frowned and withdrew his wand.

Looking at the walnut box that was quiet again, Loren fell into thinking. Although Lupin's place seemed to be well stocked, such unwarranted consumption was still not worth it... The idea of ​​revealing the true face of the Boggart could only be put on hold for the time being.

Staring deeply at the wooden box, the strict Occlumency opened a channel according to Loren's ideas, leading to the illusory memory constructed by the fake memory spell, guiding the gray magic to explore in the illusory memory.

The box suddenly opened, and a beautiful fairy flew out with colorful wings. It swayed its slender limbs and tried to climb onto Loren's shoulders. Halfway through the flight, it turned into a white mouse and landed, followed by Crook. Mountain, Mrs. Norris, Fang... all kinds of animals.

In the end, he turned into Red Hat, Kabbah, Grindylow, the three-headed dog Luwei, the Acromantula Aragog, a giant monster wielding a wooden stick, and a basilisk with terrifying yellow eyes...

But they are all just superficial. In Loren's eyes, these various creatures are only filled with the gray magic power of Boggart.

Loren waved his hand impatiently, and the giant basilisk in front of him shrank suddenly. Under Loren's gaze, a rotten, sinister hand with cold light stretched out, followed by a hand shrouded in a black robe. A monster with the stench of decaying corpses.

Feeling the sudden coldness, Loren shook his head. Sure enough, as he thought, the Boggart would only turn into a dementor.

What is the connection between Boggarts and Dementors?

Why Dementors?

The chill became heavier and heavier, Loren shook his wand: "[Calling God's Guard]"

The tip of the wand emitted a silver-white light that was as smooth as satin. This light circled around the patron saint that Boggart had turned into, confining it in a small space, but not directly defeating it.

Loren got closer to observe the Dementor. The Dementor had an entity, and it was a real and touchable entity. Under the hood of the black cloak was a twisted, haggard face, with all the flesh and blood shrunken, leaving only a layer of rot. His skin was covered with scabies, and the traces of his facial features were almost invisible.

There was a thick, moist smell lingering at the tip of his nose, with a rotten smell, as if the dementor was a living corpse.

As Loren approached, a low grunting sound came from the corpse's throat.

Don't get me wrong, the dementor definitely doesn't need to breathe. This is just the sound of air passing through the throat as its chest expands, sucking air into the chest and passing through the throat.

This suction is mixed with the evil magic power of the Dementors. If it were not blocked by the light of the Patronus Spell, the Dementors' magic power would suck the emotions and memories of living people into the body. When the emotions and memories are drained away, what remains is the soul, leaving only an empty body in the end.

This process is known as the Dementor's Kiss.

The problem is here, Dementors can use memories and emotions as nourishment, absorbing and converting them into their own magic power, but Boggart does not have biological characteristics. What can it do with the emotions and memories it absorbs after transforming into a Dementor?

With this curiosity, while maintaining the Patronus Charm, Loren put the tip of the wand against his temple and pulled out a ray of light silver light.

This is a temporary false memory he made. The main content is that he likes to eat potatoes, and eating potatoes makes him extremely happy.

Loren came to the Dementor and fed the memory in his hand to the Dementor.

The silver memory beam was like blue smoke, drifting along the Dementor's breath and being sucked into the Dementor's body. A weak, almost invisible layer of light and shadow washed over the Dementor's body like water.

The next second, Loren's mind was in a trance. Some mysterious magic seemed to be pulling his eyes. Loren hesitated for a moment and fell into the inexplicable pulling.

There is a certain desire for potatoes in my mind, cheese mashed potatoes, fried shredded potatoes, mashed potato noodles, fish and chips...

Cold, rancid, and burning from the silver light band in front of him.

Many obscure sensations came from the whole body. Sluggishness, numbness, and stiffness were the feedback of the limbs. Loren frowned and opened his "eyes."

In his blurry vision, he saw a dimly lit room, with a young wizard with black hair and black eyes standing in front of him in a daze.

This is...the Boggart's perspective!

Loren was horrified, unable to maintain this indescribable connection with his mind trembling, and immediately returned to his own perspective.

Swinging his wand to shut the dementor transformed by the Boggart back into the box, Loren took half a minute to calm down his shocked emotions. His eyes swept across the walnut box, the expression in his eyes changing as he thought about what had just happened.

The wisp of memory he handed over to the Boggart seemed to have become some kind of medium, or a bridge. With the help of the bridge, he gained the Boggart's perception...or, in other words, his consciousness entered the Boggart's body.

The trouble is, is this situation universal, or can it be triggered only by him?

Loren prefers the latter.

After all, in order to practice the Patronus Charm, Harry had to face the dementors turned into by Boggarts every weekend, and Professor Lupin’s Patronus Charm teaching class last week also used Boggarts as teaching aids. He had never heard of it. Has anyone encountered this situation?

Why only him?

There was an inevitable worry in Loren's heart, which was related to his unspeakable secret. His soul is unique, and there are unique memories hidden deep in his soul...

What is the connection between boggarts and dementors? Who created these strange, grotesque creatures of dark magic?

The involvement was so great that Loren didn't hesitate too much. He immediately took out the book of fantasy, tapped the picture in the middle of the cover, and woke up the sleeping old wizard.

Loren looked at the figure floating in the air, and his tone was somewhat urgent: "Flamel..."

In the dimly lit Room of Requirement, various styles of glass jars are stored on the shelves close to the wall. The glass jars are filled with terrifying venomous snakes and lizards... The copper crucible on the desk is constantly emitting a faint gurgling sound. The whole room was filled with an unspeakable stench.

"The consciousness entered the Boggart's body?"

After listening to Loren's description, Flamel looked shocked. Even with hundreds of years of memories of the legendary alchemist, he had never heard of such a thing.

"Dementors...Boggarts..."

Flamel looked at the walnut box on the table with a somewhat forlorn look in his eyes. Regarding the changes that occurred with this artificial black magic creature that was deeply entangled with black wizards, he could not help but connect this matter to some ancient legend. Secretly.

It's a back-up left behind by a wizard who once gained immortality...

Or was it an accident created by a dark wizard pursuing immortality...

With no result after thinking, Flamel looked at Loren seriously: "Go to Albus and ask him to ensure your safety."

Loren looked at the old wizard in surprise. He didn't expect Flamel to be so solemn, but he quickly nodded in agreement and walked quickly towards the principal's office with the box.

As the old saying goes: listen to others and eat enough.

…

In the principal's office, all the silverware on the desk had been cleared and moved away. The walnut box was quietly placed on the table, and the buckles on both sides of the box had long been opened and were hanging weakly.

A dozen principals on the wall crowded into the largest and closest frame, holding their breath as they stared at the box.

Phoenix Fox stood on the shelf at the back, stretching his neck to look here from a distance, Phoenix's mung bean-sized eyes filled with curiosity.

Dumbledore and Loren sat on either side of the table, resting their heads on the table in similar positions, looking deeply at the box.

"Hiss~"

Loren sat up and touched his chin, which was chilled by the cold tabletop. Then he looked at Dumbledore's chin resting on his thick beard. He felt deeply that he was a fool.

He asked aloud: "Principal, how long do we have to watch?"

"Ah, ah?" Dumbledore suddenly came to his senses, looked at Loren, and blinked with pretense of guilt, "Sorry, Loren, forgive me for accidentally falling asleep. I am getting older and will be like this in winter. .”

Believe me, I am a dementor... Loren rolled his eyes and was too lazy to talk to him: "Principal Dumbledore, do you see anything?"

"Fed a false memory, and then the consciousness entered the body of the dementor turned into a Boggart..." Dumbledore spoke slowly and slowly. He stretched out his fingers to pick the top cover of the box, but failed to open it. .

Unable to read the fear of the old fox and the little fox outside, the Boggart inside sealed the box tightly and was unwilling to come out even if the buckle was unfastened.

After sorting out the clues in his mind, Dumbledore nodded thoughtfully and said, "Loren, you try again, right here."

"Oh!" the old principals on the wall exclaimed.

"Albus -" Old Principal Black couldn't help but wanted to say something, but someone else immediately covered his mouth and told him to watch quietly.

"Try again?" Loren was obviously stunned for a moment, and then immediately realized that Dumbledore said this because he was absolutely sure to protect him.

Without thinking much, Loren immediately activated Occlumency, and the box immediately opened, and the always terrifying dementor came out of it.

The silver light suddenly lit up. Dumbledore did not recite a spell, but waved his hand calmly. A few soft silver lights fixed the Dementor, and even the chill carried by the Dementor did not have time to spread.

Loren pulled out a wisp of false memory, and as before, it was about a false fondness for potatoes.

As the memory was sent into the Dementor's body, Loren's mind followed the pull that appeared again and entered the Boggart.

The taste and smell of various potatoes were in my mind, and my nose was filled with the rotten and damp smell. What was even more uncomfortable was that my whole body was as hot as a burning flame.

Why does it feel like Dumbledore's patronus is different from his patronus?

This thought came to Loren's mind inexplicably. He felt that he could exit this state at any time, but thinking of the experiment, he temporarily endured it and slowly opened his eyes.

There were two wizards, one large and one small, in front of him. He tried to move to signal to Dumbledore, but the powerful light of the patron saint imprisoned him. In the end, he could only roll his eyes, not knowing whether Dumbledore could see it.