The days of hanging out at Hogwarts

The silver light suddenly became brighter, and then slowly dimmed. After finishing today's practice of the Fire Spell, Loren's consciousness withdrew from the book of fantasy.

Loren spent a few minutes checking the condition of the cauldron and adjusting the firepower. He pulled off the black cloth cover, moved the walnut box in front of him, and opened two buckles. The box that was shaking occasionally just now became quiet, as if a force was fastening the box from the inside.

After constructing the false memory with ease, Loren exhaled, adjusted his Occlumency, and began to channel the Boggart's strange magic power.

The lid of the box popped open with a click, a cold chill spread out from the box, and a pair of pale-skinned hands with corpse spots poked out of the box. Accompanied by wheezing gasps, the Dementor shrouded in black cloth slowly floated out, and the surrounding air became increasingly cold and biting.

Without waiting for it to react, the radiance of the patron saint that had been prepared in advance directly blinded the face. After confining the dementor, Loren stuffed a large group of false memories glowing with silver into it.

Wisps of smoke-like memory disappeared under the black hood. Loren felt that there was a vague connection between him and the dementors. He calmed down to feel this connection and immersed his mind in it. .

After about a few seconds, Loren's vision became blurry, and he was looking down at the top of his head at a strange angle.

The dementor's body was feedbacking the feeling of cold and hunger every moment, while the memory ball that had just been stuffed slowly and continuously exuded a warm and satisfying euphoria, like warm potato soup.

Although Boggart can transform into a Dementor, it cannot completely simulate the characteristics of a Dementor, and the speed of digesting memories is very slow.

According to the current progress, this sweet memory of extra potato food can probably sustain Loren's control of this body for nearly ten minutes.

Condensing the brilliance of the Patronus Spell, Loren controlled the Dementor's body to fly up.

This is a very wonderful feeling. Although the Dementor's body is full of coldness and sluggishness, and the joints are even a little stiff, it is extremely light, and flying is like instinct, without the need for any wings or other power.

Walking around the ceiling, Loren raised his dry and rotten hands in front of his eyes and turned them over to observe. The pale skin glowed with a frightening cold light in the candlelight.

He had a feeling that although physical attacks could touch this body, they would not be able to cause damage.

Like a corpse, but completely different from a corpse.

"Dementors...Boggarts...what kind of existence are they..." Loren murmured softly.

At this moment, the fixed-time bell suddenly rang, and unknowingly it was time to turn off the lights in the castle.

After packing up my things, I came out of the Room of Requirement. All the torches and candlesticks in the corridor had been extinguished. The wind and rain outside the castle were still roaring, and strange noises came from the shadows in the corridor from time to time. It was strange and terrifying.

The eerie old castle, the stormy night, and the screams of ghosts are the classic scenes of thrillers.

"It's the weekend anyway, there are no classes tomorrow..." Loren paused, his eyes shining with interest, "And I also want to help Harry..."

A few minutes later, the parchment that had not yet dried on the ink was folded into the shape of a paper crane. After being put on a waterproof and moisture-proof spell by Loren, he flew towards the school doctor's office.

…

Late at night, Hogwarts infirmary.

Madam Pomfrey turned off the lights two hours ago, and the school infirmary is shrouded in darkness. The air in the ward is filled with the unique smell of detergent and herbs. It is a very special smell that makes people feel relieved.

But Harry couldn't sleep. He lay on the hospital bed and stared at the ceiling, his eyes as wide as bells.

Damn Dementors!

Because of this accident, the Animagus ritual failed at the beginning!

The trip to Hogsmeade wasn’t all fun either!

"I really should ask Madam Pomfrey for some sleep aid." Harry shook his head angrily, then simply turned over and sat up, touching the wand on the head of the bed and flicking out a few blue flames.

Climbing to the end of the bed in the warm, soft light of the fire, Harry began to count the gifts and condolences sent by his friends.

"Put away the candies from Neville..."

"The fruit Simo sent me will be eaten tomorrow..."

"Cookies from George and Fred?"

Harry paused, observed it carefully, kept the packaging box in his mind, and then put the biscuits into the storage scales, "Find an opportunity to send it back..."

""Today's Transfiguration"?"

Harry was stunned for a moment, then he remembered that this was what Hermione had left behind before she left, and she also said that she hoped that the knowledge of Animagus could help him get through the boring time in the ward.

Harry was silent for a moment, wondering when Hermione would realize that no one but her would read serious, informative books as a pastime.

Not even Loren.

"Next!"

Harry mumbled and took out a greeting card with a blessing letter from the gift pile. Before he had time to think about it, both hands had already opened the card.

A high-pitched voice like a house elf suddenly came from the letter. It screamed: "Harry Potter! Get well soon! Defeat the dementors! Win the Quidditch trophy!..."

Harry's pupils were trembling violently and his scalp was numb. He closed the envelope in a panic and threw it on the table in fear.

But the magic on the letter was activated, and the folded pages kept opening and closing, like a big mouth, singing loudly on the table.

"Harry Potter——"

Harry held the envelope tightly, looked around, and pressed the thickest and heaviest "Transfiguration Today" on the envelope, using the power of knowledge to prevent it from attracting Madam Pomfrey.

"It must be George and Fred's prank again, it's so disgusting!"

Just when Harry breathed a sigh of relief, a paper crane flew in from outside the curtain and landed precariously in front of him.

When I opened the paper crane, there was only one concise sentence on it: Come to that room in the corridor on the fourth floor quickly!

The ink has not yet dried, and it looks like it was written not long ago. The handwriting on it is very unfamiliar, and it is not someone he is familiar with...

Who wrote this letter, and what was their intention to kill him?

Harry's eyes shimmered as he thought about the possibilities without saying a word.

The corridor on the fourth floor is the room where the three-headed dog Luwei hid in the first grade. However, Luwei has been sent away by Hagrid. That room has been abandoned for a long time... Voldemort is far abroad, Peter Pettigrew has surrendered, and the others have died. The disciples were blocked outside the school by dementors, and no one could sneak in.

Not from Voldemort.

Who could it be?

In the dark ward late at night, Harry's eyes were brighter than the floating blue flames. Thinking of the prank items just now, he felt that he had vaguely guessed the truth.

George and Fred?

possible!

Loren?

possible!

Malfoy's bunch of mean Slytherins?

Also a possibility!

Harry thought about it with his smart but insomniac mind, and was surprised to find that there were so many people in the school who wanted to do harm to him. Although it was not a murder that endangered his personal safety, the idea of ​​trying to play a prank on him and make him look embarrassed was equally bad.

After thinking for a while, Harry took out the invisibility cloak in the storage scales and decided to take the initiative.

…

On the other side, after releasing the paper cranes, Loren walked briskly to the room on the fourth floor.

"[Alajo Cave Opens]"

Loren pushed the door gently, but the wooden door was too old, and the rusty metal hinges could not help but make a creaking sound that could be heard far in the silent corridor.

There was a lingering body odor belonging to Lu Wei hidden in the room.

Loren took out his wand, and the tip of the wand emitted a soft milky white light, illuminating the not-so-spacious room.

There were cobwebs in the corners, and dust was stuck to the cobwebs. It was probably because Dumbledore had forgotten to lift the ban on entry. No house elf had come in to clean the room in the past two years.

The trap door on the ground was open, and Loren aimed his wand at the hole below and sprayed several balls of light, making it pitch black.

It seemed that the devil's ivy had come to life again. The vines were entangled together and tightly covered the entrance of the cave.

Loren was pacing in circles in the room, thinking about how to give Harry a sufficiently exciting surprise, and suddenly felt a little strange in his heart.

Why do you feel like this is what Dumbledore would do?

…

Squeak——

The old loose-leaf sound sounded, and the door to the school doctor's office slowly opened, revealing a passage that could only accommodate one person. After a few seconds, the door slowly closed again.

During the process of opening and closing the door, no one could be seen. Even if the administrator, Mr. Filch, was patrolling by, he could not see any clues.

Harry hid behind the invisibility cloak, as if covered with a veil, and looked at the outside world through the invisibility cloak, which was slightly blurry.

Bursts of muffled thunder roared in the clouds high in the sky, strong winds hit the outer walls of the ancient castle, and in the drizzle, the muffled sound of branches breaking came from the direction of the Forbidden Forest.

In such a quiet and noisy late night, Harry walked alone in the long and empty corridor. Unknowingly, Harry slowed down his breathing and relaxed his steps when walking.

It was dark and silent. From the school doctor's office on the second floor to the fourth floor, you had to pass some places.

The lights were still on in Professor Lupine's office, and the sound of rushing water came from the girls' bathroom. It was probably because Myrtle hadn't rested yet, or the ghost didn't need to rest...

Harry's mind was in turmoil.

The corridor where Mrs. Norris was petrified has been restored to its original state, and the writing on the wall has been processed, leaving only a few indiscernible scratches——

Are there other traces on the castle walls that hide equally wonderful adventures, left behind by former professors and students?

"By the time we all graduate, no one will probably remember the story of the Basilisk and the Chamber of Secrets anymore..." Harry thought to himself, "That might be a good thing too."

A few minutes later, Harry arrived outside the corridor on the fourth floor. The old wooden door was half open and half closed.

Harry remembered this room. Not long after school started, he was tricked by Loren into taking a night out. Then he saw the three-headed dog Fluffy here. When he came here for the second time, he was caught by Principal Dumbledore... More on this later. Excited, bumped into Voldemort!

Harry took a deep breath, a little disappointed that the opening spell he had mastered was useless. With the creaking sound of the door opening, Harry, hiding under the invisibility cloak, pushed the door open and entered.

The room was pitch black and nothing could be seen.

Harry felt his breath hitting the invisibility cloak and then being bounced back, feeling some heat.

He was hesitant to light up the light. He was worried that someone would sneak up on him—whether it was George, Fred, or Loren, they were all people who could do such a thing.

boom--

The wooden door behind him suddenly closed with a heavy muffled sound.

A terrifyingly familiar chill spread across Harry's skin like cold tentacles, causing his hair to stand up and goosebumps to form.

At the same time he became aware that something was moving in the room.

Damn it, here we go again!

Harry cursed in his mind. He was knocked off his broomstick by a dementor during the day, and he encountered this ghost again at night!

The invisibility cloak was useless against dementors. Harry didn't have time to think too much. He immediately opened the invisibility cloak and waved his wand to spurt out a series of blue flames, illuminating the entire room.

A dementor floated above the trap door, covered in black robes and wrapped from head to toe in a black cloak. Its face was covered by its robes, revealing only a pair of empty eyes, which shone with green light, like cold and sharp blades, piercing into the mind from the eyes, making people dizzy.

The cold water poured into the chest from the nose, cutting the internal organs, and the whole body began to feel cold, and he began to shiver uncontrollably.

Vaguely, Harry seemed to see the scene that night again, and saw the terrifying green light of the curse.

Seeing Harry's eyes starting to roll up, as if he was going to faint again, Loren, who was controlling the Dementor, was stunned. He knew that Harry was a little fragile, but he didn't expect him to be so fragile.

He quickly restrained some of the Dementor's magic power, otherwise he would have to be sent back to the school doctor's office later.

"Huchi - Huchi -"

"Huchi - Huchi -"

Harry was breathing heavily. He didn't know why he suddenly felt that the suffocation was getting weaker. Harry struggled to concentrate and began to recall Professor Lupin's instructions. He recalled the happy memories of the past in his mind and chanted a curse in a deep voice: " [Calling the Gods to Guard]"

A cloud-like silvery white light spurted out, like boiling steam in a boiler, quickly dispelling the biting chill that enveloped the body.

Before Harry could breathe a sigh of relief, an even stronger chill poured back in, squeezing the brilliance of his Patronus.

The two forces gathered in mid-air and were constantly wrestling.

It's just that the coldness is getting thicker and heavier, and Harry feels that the breath he exhales has become cold, like raindrops outside.

Harry tried to put aside the growing despair and tried his best to search for happy memories in his mind.

"Happy memories..."

The first time I received the admission letter to Hogwarts, the first time I saw magic in Hagrid... I met Ron, Loren, and Hermione on the train... Enjoyed delicious food at the opening dinner...

Knowing his parents' love for him, meeting Sirius for the first time...

…

Vivid images appeared in front of Harry's eyes one after another, and he seemed to feel a steady stream of power being injected into the wand, transforming into a brilliant radiance of the Patronus——

But the heavy and thick chill is still approaching!

At a certain moment, Harry felt dizzy. The dull thunder seemed to stop, the howling wind and rain disappeared, and the faint screams in his ears faded away.

Under the cold gaze of the Dementor, Harry recalled for no reason the marks on the wall that he had seen on the way here, the simple copper lock hanging outside the room door, and the trap door. Those hidden levels...

Those life-and-death adventures I experienced with my friends are connected together, and connected with the scene of lying together in the school doctor's office...

Harry twitched the corners of his mouth and forced a forced smile:

"[Calling God—Guard]"