The days of hanging out at Hogwarts

"magic?"

Loren was stunned for a moment, no longer obsessed with last night's dream. He held the wand in his right hand, closed his eyes and calmed down to feel the magic flowing in his body.

Since he got up just now, he has noticed that his five senses are more sensitive than usual. Now he closes his eyes and feels it even more. The morning air he breathes between his mouth and nose seems to be fresher. The wind passing through the wilderness blows on his body, and every ray of his body feels... Even the coldest hair can feel it, it is cool and soothing. The increase in magic power turned out to be greater and more intense than several bursts of magic power.

If he signs the Trace Silk Contract now, he may be able to break away from Trace Silk's shackles without resorting to the magic stone. The current magic power is already at the level of an adult wizard, no, more powerful than many adult wizards.

Loren opened his eyes and said to himself: "It feels like many simple magics no longer require chanting spells or waving a wand..."

Flamel floated around him a few times and persuaded with a smile: "Try it."

Loren put down his wand, his gaze stopped in the middle of the bedroom, and silently recited in his mind: "[Fire is blazing]"

A ball of scorching fire suddenly rose in the air, and the orange tongues of fire swayed like tentacles. The blazing fire continued to burn under the invisible magic power, and the scorching heat waves continued to ripple around.

Loren's cheeks were flushed by the flames, and he was deeply surprised when he looked at the quietly burning flames. He had not yet been exposed to the skills of wandless and spell-free casting, and the majestic and thick magic power in his body naturally achieved what he wanted. The effect is even more powerful.

In the past, one could use a wand to simply drive objects to move according to one's wishes, such as using magic to tidy up a room, or using magic to wash dishes and tidy up the kitchen, but that was just a simple drive... Not only that, fire spells were generally used to ignite fire and ignite other items. It couldn't keep burning for a long time, but the fireball in front of him seemed completely different, as if it could keep burning as long as he wanted.

His mind or soul seems to have been intertwined with magic, making it easier to use.

After waving his hand to disperse the fireballs floating in the air, Loren looked at Flamel and asked, "Did Nico have a similar adventure back then?"

"I can't give you the answer." Flamel shook his head, "Loren, you are the only one special. I believe that all the previous owners of the Book of Abraham have never experienced what you are going through. "

Loren didn't ask any more questions, sat down on the chair and opened the Book of Abraham.

The papyrus is still yellowed, and the three snake pictures on it are still the same as last night. He can now understand part of the text in the book, but it is basically about alchemy. The starry sky is not mentioned, not even much. Been to the Philosopher's Stone.

Recalling the several adventures he had since getting the Book of Abraham, the first time was on the bright night of Mars, when he met Mary who answered questions in a strange space, and the second time was in the Forest of Dean, where he was in a strange illusion. He picked up Bloody Mary's mirror. The last time he saw it was last night, when he witnessed the comet Shoemaker-Levy 9 hitting Jupiter, and his consciousness was immersed in the exploding fluctuations and glimpsed the scenes of many galaxies in the universe.

His fingertips rubbed the lines of the papyrus, and the slight frosting feeling entered his mind, arousing a series of doubts.

Who is the author of the Book of Abraham?

Who is the Mary whom I have met so many times?

What does all this have to do with myself...

The midsummer morning light of July gradually illuminated the earth, but the fog shrouding the young wizard's heart was difficult to dispel.

…

A wizarding village in Wiltshire, England.

Many families of the twenty-eight holy pure-blood clans have their own mansions here. These luxurious manors are adjacent to each other, but they are separated from each other by vast garden walls. This distance makes it easier for them to plot against each other. But they watch each other.

If you ask which family has the most luxurious manor, any wizard in the village can answer it, it must be Malfoy Manor. Whenever a dinner party is held at Malfoy Manor, the magic candlelight can illuminate the entire village from inside the manor. The wizards invited to the dinner always talk proudly about the decoration and layout inside, the gardens filled with precious flowers and plants, and the white peacocks perched there. Fountains, furniture and accessories made of the skins, bones and flesh of various magical animals...

But if you ask which family's manor is the most mysterious, most wizards in the village will hesitate. Now that the heirs of many families are gradually dying, many manors have not held grand balls and dinners for a long time. In particular, the Crouch family's mansion has not been open to visitors for many years since Mr. Crouch's subordinate Bertha Jorkins broke in rashly.

The Crouch family's mansion is located on the westernmost side of the wizard village. It was originally a beautiful castle, next to a small patch of low woods, and a lake that is not big but can be used for boating. Before the husband's son was imprisoned, and before his wife fell ill, they were often seen picnicking in the lake, and a house elf named Winky was always busy around them.

Later, his son died of torture in Azkaban, and his wife also died of a serious illness. In order to atone for the mistakes committed by his Death Eater son, Mr. Crouch managed the Department of International Affairs and Cooperation of the Ministry of Magic with great professionalism. At work, I have never expressed any thoughts of remarriage.

So some clever wizards knew that the Crouch family was probably going to die.

Wizards always gather together to discuss in a low voice, if Mr. Crouch dies, whose hands will the wealth of the large Crouch family fall into. As one of the twenty-eight pure-blooded holy clans, the Crouch family has accumulated enough wealth over the generations to buy the entire Diagon Alley - except for Gringotts.

Some people say that if no one takes it for two hundred years, the gold galleons stored in the underground vault will be taken away by greedy fairies, and their manors and castles will fall into the hands of the married offshoots.

But these were just bar talk, and no one dared to say them in front of Mr. Crouch. He was very powerful in the Ministry of Magic and could even sentence his own son to life imprisonment for his power. He even almost became the Minister of Magic back then.

There are also some rosy gossips, said by some guys who cover their heads with cloaks and dare not show their faces: Mr. Crouch actually has the idea of ​​remarrying. He likes a young female staff member at the Ministry of Magic, who is also him. The name of my former subordinate was Bertha Jorkins.

The story begins many years ago, when Crouch Manor had not completely closed its doors to guests. On a sunny summer afternoon, young Bertha Jorkins claimed that she needed to consult Barty for some work matters. Mr. Crouch boldly opened the door of Crouch's house.

Young Bertha Jorkins stayed at Crouch's house until dawn the next day, when she was seen leaving in a state of despair. From then on she was completely lost. She was always distracted from her work and could never remember five days. Wherever she placed the papers that had been handed to her a few minutes ago, she always gave Mr. Crouch a strange look.

"They must have emotional entanglements!" said the guy who didn't dare to show his face.

On this day, Crouch Manor, which was supposed to be deserted because the owner went out for work, suddenly heard the sound of rustling voices. It was a house elf with a shrill voice and a man with a deep voice.

"Would you like some mushroom soup, Master Barty?"

"How about grilled steak?"

“Or grilled lamb chops?”

"..."

The gleaming figure of the house elf is busy in the kitchen, skillfully handling the freshly purchased ingredients. Due to the special situation at home, in order to prevent anyone from doubting the situation at home through the weight of the ingredients, she must go to other wizarding places to buy them. Ingredients, so every day is very busy.

The question about Master Barty was just her talking to herself. Master Barty was cast by the master with a powerful Imperius Curse and many other magics that restricted him. There were very few clear moments in the day, but Twinkle was willing to chatter like this. Said to herself, at least she won't miss Master Barty when he is awake.

At some unknown moment, little Barty Crouch's eyes suddenly trembled a few times while he was sitting on the kitchen chair, his pupils suddenly shrank, and he clenched his fists.

Yes, his sanity returned and he briefly broke free from the control of the Imperius Curse.

A thin layer of transparent gauze was shrouded in front of his eyes, that was the invisibility cloak.

Barty Crouch Jr. closed his eyes with difficulty as he thought about it again. That was many years ago, when his mother was seriously ill and about to die. She took her father, who had never loved him, to visit him in Azkaban, and gave him a polyjuice potion mixed with his mother's hair. He drank the Polyjuice Potion mixed with his hair and stayed in Azkaban forever.

His mother died of illness in Azkaban not long after, but people outside only believed that he died in Azkaban. They created the illusion that his mother died of illness in the outside world, and no one knew the secret of his escape from prison.

In order to prevent him from continuing to pursue the Dark Lord, his father cast many spells, including the Imperius Curse, to control and hide him. The house elf Sparkle was responsible for taking care of and nursing him.

From then on, he was forced to wear an invisibility cloak from morning to night and stay with the house elves.

No one knew that he was gradually getting stronger physically and mentally, that he was able to resist his father's Imperius Curse, and sometimes regained almost all of his nature and memories, like now.

"Do you want some pie, Master Barty?" Twinkle's soliloquy continued.

Barty Crouch Jr.'s dark eyes fell on the house elf Winky. He didn't have a wand in his hand, and there were still many magics that restricted him, and he couldn't escape for a while.

Fortunately the house elf sympathized with him.

Barty Crouch Jr. asked softly: "Is the Quidditch World Cup final about to start?"

"Master Barty, wake up!"

Winky screamed in surprise. The house elf did not notice anything strange about the young master. The Imperius Curse was not the Intellect Curse. Barty Crouch Jr. could often communicate, but he could not go against his master's will and could not leave the castle.

Twinkle just thought he woke up: "Are you hungry? Do you want something to eat or drink? I'll make it for you now, soon!"

Barty Crouch Jr. frowned slightly: "No, Winky, I'm asking you, is the Quidditch World Cup final about to start?"

"There's still half a month left!" Twinkle jumped up and down in the kitchen, "I will persuade the master more, and Master Barty will definitely be able to watch the game live by then!"

Barty Crouch Jr. said in a monotonous voice: "I want to read the newspaper, Twinkle."

"Okay, Master Barty!" Twinkle snapped her fingers, and a neat stack of newspapers flew in from the living room, floated into the tulle of the invisibility cloak and disappeared.

As the director of the Department of International Affairs and Cooperation, Barty Crouch has the habit of reading newspapers from many countries. The newspapers he has read will be handed over to Shining for processing, and Barty Crouch Jr. can learn some information.

New York Specter: The International Federation of Wizards has concluded successfully, and the beginning of equal rights for werewolves!

Paris Broom: Bulgaria vs. Ireland, the Quidditch World Cup final is about to be held!

Venice Ship News:…

Barty Crouch Jr. was flipping through outdated newspapers, constantly absorbing information about recent events. When he turned to the last Daily Prophet, his eyes suddenly froze.

Daily Prophet: Is Dumbledore old? His confused speech was laughed at by many countries!

Dumbledore suddenly spoke at the end of the meeting, claiming that the mysterious man was about to return and asked all countries to be more vigilant... Minister Fudge wisely asked, if the mysterious man is really not dead, why has he been stable for so many years... Gold medal reporter Rita Skeeter continues Reporting for you.

Little Barty Crouch pinched the newspaper tightly with his fingers until his fingertips turned white and trembled. His eyes flashed with crazy joy, and his nostrils expanded and he breathed heavily.

You must find your master, and you must let your master see you!

He needs a stage, a stage to announce the return of the Dark Lord!

…

The Ministry of Magic has been dealing with the resolution documents of the International Federation of Wizards all day long. Barty Crouch, who was sitting in the chair, leaned back slightly, leaned on the soft backrest and pressed the seal to release some physical and mental fatigue.

Because of the major events that have taken place in the world in recent weeks, and the unfortunate "Anti-Werewolf Act" which was introduced by the British Ministry of Magic, the Department of International Affairs and Cooperation has been very busy recently. Fortunately, he has recruited a new person who is not very smart. Flexible subordinates who are willing to take over the tedious paperwork.

What's that kid's name, is it Weatherby...

After sorting and filing the documents and locking some confidential documents in the magic safe in the office, Barty Crouch officially got off work. He stood up and left the office. There was no one in the wide corridor, and most of the staff had already finished get off work.

The golden grating door slid open gently. Mr. Crouch had just stood still in the elevator when a blond female employee stumbled closer and reached out recklessly to block the door of the elevator that was gradually closing.

"Good afternoon Mr. Crouch, are you off work too?" Bertha Jorkins greeted warmly.

Mr. Crouch is a kind former boss who can always forgive the mistakes he made. Even if he leaves the International Affairs Cooperation Department, he will be taken care of by Mr. Crouch in other departments.

"Good afternoon, Bertha." Crouch's voice was soft.

He was always far more tolerant and gentle towards the Joggins witch than others. After all, her poor memory and confused brain were his masterpieces.

That day, Bertha Jorkins took the document to his house to ask him to sign. She was led into the house by Sparkle. By chance, she heard Sparkle talking to little Barty. From what she heard, she guessed what was hidden under the invisibility cloak. Who is he, but he is still waiting at Crouch's house for him to come back and question him face to face.

The answer is [Everything is forgotten].