The days of hanging out at Hogwarts

The sky is getting dark, and the street lights on both sides of the street have been turned on. The goose-yellow lights have dispelled some of the chill. The small roads in Hampstead on the outskirts of the city are covered with layers of white snow.

An old man with a long white beard looked towards the city. After a long time, he looked back, hesitated for a moment, and finally asked: "Well... I remember the candy store is in that direction, right?"

"Maybe it's not open during the Christmas holidays..." Loren replied a little speechlessly. He really didn't know why Dumbledore didn't have any cavities with his sweet tooth. "But there should be other desserts nearby. Shop, you can go and have a look.”

So Dumbledore smiled and narrowed his eyebrows: "Then let's say goodbye here. See you at the beginning of school, children."

"Goodbye, Headmaster Dumbledore."

Dumbledore turned around and walked into the shadows where the light could not reach, and disappeared with a bang.

Loren led Hermione, whose eyes were still a little out of focus, to push open the wooden door of Granger's house. The warm breath instantly dispelled the chill of the outside world, and the bright off-white light filled the whole room. Loren was also in a trance for a moment.

Wendell's voice suddenly sounded from the chair next to the dining room:

"You're back! Let's rest for a while. Monica is making potato soup, and we'll have dinner soon. By the way, Loren, Mr. Bates has gone out to attend the banquet, so you don't have to wait for him."

Wendell held the "Daily Mail" with his head buried in the newspaper and remained motionless. While turning the pages, he rubbed the head of the big ginger cat in his arms, causing Crookshanks to squint and take a rest.

"Okay, got it!" Loren replied loudly.

Crookshanks, who was lying in Wendell's arms, woke up when he heard the sound, shook his head and got out of Wendell's arms, meowing and running towards Loren on the sofa.

After putting on her shoes, taking off her coat, and sitting down on the sofa, Hermione felt the warmth coming from the fireplace. Her mind slowly came back to the news she heard in the principal's office. She tugged on Loren's sweater. , asked in a low voice: "Tell me, can Hao Qi be saved?"

"..."

Loren was silent for a moment. He thought Hermione was thinking about the Horcrux, but he didn't expect it to be about the house elves. When he thought it was Hermione, it made sense again.

He reached out and pressed a few times on the girl's shoulders. Feeling the tight muscles in his palms gradually softening, Loren comforted her: "Don't worry, Dumbledore said he would do his best."

"Hmm..." Hermione's little face, which was white from the cold, gradually returned to rosy under the heating, and she nodded slowly.

…

After dinner, Loren chatted for a while at Granger's house. After confirming that Hermione was slowly recovering, he returned to his home, followed by a bunch of ginger tails.

As soon as Loren opened the door, Crookshanks couldn't wait to trot in and lie down on the carpet, holding his four paws under his body, looking like he was frozen in the snow.

Loren couldn't help but laugh: "Remember to clean your paws. I'll ask you for help later."

Crookshanks looked at him confusedly: "Meow?"

After taking a bath, washing up, and putting on pajamas, Loren returned to the bedroom, took out the book of fantasy and crawled under the quilt...

In the library of the Book of Fantasy, Flamel, who was reading a book, slowly raised his head and watched Loren's projected consciousness gradually take shape.

Ancient history, Merlin, Fairy Morgan and the Immortals, the four founders, Slytherin's prophecy...

Thoughts were swirling in his mind for a few seconds. Loren looked at the lazy Flamel, and after a moment of silence, he asked: "Flamel, has Nico seen Slytherin?"

"What?" Flamel looked shocked, "How is it possible? They are separated by centuries. When Nico was born, Slytherin had been dead for hundreds of years... How could you ask such a question?"

"That's it..." Loren was a little disappointed. He found a seat next to Flamel and sat down. Looking at the white dome of the library, he began to talk about everything he saw today: "..."

After listening to his narration, the silver light in Flamel's eyes continued to flow and seemed to be a little brighter. He glanced at Loren calmly and closed the book in his hand: "Do you think Slytherin stayed?" Backhand, maybe Nico has any connection with him?”

Loren nodded.

"The ancient history you told has answered many of my questions. In fact, I do have some things I haven't told you, but it's a pity..." Flamel shook his head and said,

"Nico didn't play any role in ancient history. He just happened to get the Book of Abraham, and happened to refine the incomplete Magic Stone with the help of Hebrew scholars. He spent his long life traveling around the world. I came into contact with some secret people and events, happened to learn some information, and got a glimpse of some things in the long past."

"So is there anything you can tell me now?" Loren asked.

A smile appeared on Flamel's face: "Don't worry, we still have a long time left. When the right time comes, you will know everything."

It's the Riddler again... Loren rolled his eyes: "Can you tell me about Fairy Morgan? Why did Ms. Daisy Doddridge say I don't need to practice Animagus?"

"The legendary fairy Morgan has the ability to freely transform into various animals. Perhaps this talent can be inherited through blood, just like Parseltongue..." Flamel came closer to look at Loren, "In your There must have been some clues in life, just like a parselmouth talking to snakes unconsciously, think about it carefully..."

"Clue..."

Loren carefully recalled his memories in this regard. He did have some strange talents. He had noticed it since he first came into contact with magic. His rapid magic learning speed, subconscious intuition of magic...

There is also a strange affinity with some animals and plants!

Loren's memories suddenly stopped. He had felt this way at sea, at the aquarium... and even used this talent to tease Lockhart in the Hogwarts greenhouse.

He immediately told Flamel about these experiences and asked doubtfully: "...But, what does this have to do with transformation?"

"This innate instinct requires you to explore on your own..." Flamel replied thoughtfully, "It shouldn't be more difficult than learning Animagus, but it requires an opportunity, such as a python appearing among snakes. In front of the laoqiang..."

"Opportunity..."

When Loren exited the book of fantasy, he happened to hear a soft scratching sound on the door outside the bedroom. Crookshanks' little paws had already warmed up.

Loren waved her wand and opened the door, and a ball of ginger fluff jumped in quietly. Crookshanks was very smart, even though he was very clingy to Loren, he did not go to bed, but lay on the bed and curled up in a ball. , the big fluffy tail swayed, as if he was about to sleep here.

Loren reached out and picked it up, holding it in front of his eyes and looking at it carefully: "Although you have the blood of a cat, you shouldn't be considered a magical animal, right?"

"Meow..." Crookshanks called weakly.

Loren almost didn't think about it and subconsciously heard that it was urging him to sleep. Loren was stunned for a moment and realized something was wrong.

Whether it's Hanhan the little spectacled owl or Crookshanks the cat, he seems to be able to figure out what they want to express without much effort. In the past, he thought this was a peculiarity of magical animals, but now it seems that there is something else. Hidden story.

Loren held up the cat and shook it for a while, and said with a serious expression: "Crookshanks, you are now officially appointed as Professor Cat. Please teach me how to transform."

"Meow..." Crookshanks' voice sounded a little depressed.

"Change quickly!"

"Meow……"

"Yes, I should be the one to change...but I can't..."

After struggling until late at night, Loren finally fell asleep. He vaguely heard the sound of Grandpa Bates opening the door and coming back from outside. Without having time to think about it, he turned over and fell asleep again.

In a deep sleep, Loren had a strange dream.

He dreamed of an island shrouded in mist. There were several witches living on the island. One of the witches always disappeared in the mist. Loren subconsciously wanted to get closer and take a closer look. The witch's figure suddenly disappeared as he approached, and he could only see rabbits jumping away quickly, and crows spreading their wings apart...

After several fruitless searches, Loren was a little annoyed.

Just then Crookshanks appeared, jumping nimbly and pursuing the animals that had gone away, leaving Loren standing there, tilting his head in confusion.

…

The cold wind in the depth of winter is howling non-stop, and the night is getting darker. But at this moment, in the principal's office in Hogwarts Castle, the bright candlelight is still not extinguished.

"...At that time, Bellatrix Lestrange sent me a message using magic, saying that the Dark Lord said hello to me...For future plans, and the gold cup has been obtained, in that case I decided to let go She leaves."

Snape calmly told the story, but in front of him at the moment, there was a large bag of various candies on the principal's desk. Although he tried his best to keep a straight face, he could not look serious.

Dumbledore piously tore off the wrapper on the toffee, and suddenly realized that it was glutinous rice paper. A trace of regret suddenly flashed in his eyes. He raised his eyes and glanced at Snape. He probably felt that it was impolite to lick his fingers in front of the dean. , so I temporarily put the candy wrapper aside and put the toffee into my mouth.

"Well, Severus, I also think letting her go is the right choice... Mmm, it's so delicious!" Dumbledore handed over a toffee, "Would you like to try it?"

Snape looked at him coldly. Dumbledore was a little disappointed. Sure enough, he should give Severus candy at Christmas. He had set off firecrackers at that time, so he would definitely not refuse.

Probably because his expression was not concealing at all, Snape couldn't help but raise his voice slightly: "Headmaster, Headmaster Dumbledore! We are talking about serious things about the Dark Lord and those troublesome Horcruxes!"

"Oh, Voldemort... Horcruxes... I know." Dumbledore had candy in his mouth, and his voice was a little slurred, as if he was talking about something indifferent, "Please believe me, Severus Si, just like I believe you."

Snape had no choice but to sigh helplessly: "What are you going to do with the golden cup? Do you want to destroy it immediately?"

Dumbledore chewed the candy in his mouth with a few clicks, and after swallowing it, his voice became more serious: "Actually, even though I had guessed beforehand, I was still a little surprised... The most important thing is , how many Horcruxes he has, and whether he is planning to make new Horcruxes. Severus, only by finding out these can we completely defeat him."

Snape didn't reply and fell into a deep silence.

How to figure out this information?

Both of them already had the answer in their hearts.

…

The cold wind swept the snowflakes farther away, to the top of Mount Greylock in Massachusetts, USA. The eastern sky was already faintly white, and warm and turbulent golden threads were soaked in the clouds.

In the woods near the cliff outside Ilvermorny School, a short, bald man was clearing snow from a leafy tree. The remaining hair on both sides of his head was gray, and his skin was even colder and whiter, like It was a dead person who had been soaked in water for a long time, without any blood.

He held a beech branch in his right hand and gently swept away the snow on the unknown trees. If someone looked closely, they would find that the index finger of his right hand was different from the other fingers. It was a silver finger with a metallic luster. .

A sound of exhalation came from the middle-aged man's throat, like the breath of a python, and then a cold and terrifying hoarse voice sounded: "What a perfect carrier. His soul has been wiped out, but his body still retains vitality... …It’s a container tailor-made for me, Bellatrix, don’t you think so?”

A pious female voice sounded, and the disheveled Bellatrix Lestrange knelt in the snow, shivering from the cold, but refused to get up at all. She said in a trembling voice: "Yes, It is an honor for that mouse to be chosen by the great dark magic."

"No, don't call him a mouse, he is my loyal servant..." The cold voice chuckled a few times, "Whether he is alive or dead - no, he is not dead... In short, he You gave me your loyalty.”

"Yes, yes, the great Dark Lord..." Bellatrix's voice trembled even more.

"A soulless body, although it still cannot tolerate my power and will gradually collapse, but there is still this snake tree..." Voldemort looked at the unknown tree in front of him with obsession, as if looking at a rare treasure, " The great Salazar Slytherin's wand turned into a snake tree, which has powerful healing effects..."

He took a gentle sniff of the leaves, his body couldn't help but tremble, and his expression looked a little crazy: "This must be a treasure left by my ancestors for me..."

"Don't be nervous, don't be afraid..." Voldemort, who had occupied Wormtail's body, gradually regained his consciousness. He seemed to be speaking to the woman or comforting the snake tree. He slowly cleared away the snow.

"Wormtail led my order to sneak into Hogwarts. He didn't have the courage to leave the castle rashly... Although the magic power of the dementors remains in his body, it is very strange..."

Voldemort took another deep breath of the leaves and trembled with excitement: "Who prepared this gift for me... Is it you, dear Morgan..."