The days of hanging out at Hogwarts

It was already the next morning when I saw Dumbledore again.

Loren, Hermione and other fourth-year students stood together in the crowded hallway waiting for the carriage to take them to Hogsmeade Station. The suitcases were neatly lined up next to them, and owls of various colors stood listlessly in cages on the suitcases. In this weather, they should have stayed in the shed to sleep.

It was another beautiful and pleasant summer day. The little wizards could foresee that when they returned to their respective homes, it would be very hot there. The yards and streets were lush and leafy, and the flower beds were full of colorful flowers...

Standing on the steps at the entrance of the castle and looking at the open space, the green vegetable beds and lush lawns looked even greener under the sunshine, and the scars on the Whomping Willow became much more pleasing to the eye. In the distance were the tall beech trees at the edge of the Forbidden Forest. A few unnamed wild flowers occasionally came into view, making the picture more beautiful.

After Dumbledore's warning last night, the little wizards remembered the horror stories about Voldemort they had heard from various places, and shared them with their friends.

"The old lady who lives next door to me said that the You-Know-Who hates impure blood wizards the most. He will sneak into the house at midnight and brutally kill everyone in that family, even the dog. When the Aurors arrive, they can only see corpses everywhere!" A young wizard living in the Devonshire wizard community said mysteriously, and the Muggle-born young wizard next to him was terrified and asked about the details.

"How does he know if this family is pure blood?"

"I don't know, those old people said so. It may be some kind of magic to detect blood, just like a peephole, which will make a sound when it encounters a wizard with impure blood."

"What can we do? Can't the Aurors of the Ministry of Magic catch him before he commits a crime?" Colin Creevey sighed.

"Aurors can't resist You-Know-Who. Only Dumbledore can deal with him, but Dumbledore can't find him." Ernie Macmillan of Hufflepuff looked at him with pity, "Maybe You-Know-Who will trouble others first."

The Slytherin team was much calmer. After all, their college had the largest number of pure-blood wizards, not to mention that many people's fathers or uncles were Death Eaters. Whether the news of Voldemort's return was true or false, it would not affect their happy vacation.

Loren stood next to them, so he could hear some scattered discussions, such as the two Death Eater sons who were talking.

"Draco, do you have any news?" Theodore Nott asked softly.

"No, I didn't have time to write to my family. I plan to go back and ask." Draco said briefly.

"I don't know whether the Dark Lord has made a comeback, but some people have received news, such as the headmaster Karkaroff who fled in a hurry, and Crabbe who acted abnormally two years ago..." Theodore Nott said indifferently, as if he was talking about something insignificant.

"Oh?" Draco raised a slightly sarcastic smile, "Is your father one of them, Theodore... Nott?"

Nott seemed not to hear the sarcasm in his words, and chuckled: "Do you think the return of the Dark Lord is a good thing for the Nott family?"

Draco's eyes moved, and he looked at him expressionlessly: "Who knows?"

"..."

Nott didn't pester this man without knowing the tact, shrugged his shoulders and walked away, chatting with other students related to the Death Eaters.

Loren took a curious look and found that this man's ideas were different from those of other pure-blood wizards. Although he was also a pure-blood supremacist, he did not pursue Voldemort, and his attitude even revealed a hint of rejection.

"Is it true? The famous dark magic has recovered his body and is preparing to dominate the magic world again." Draco approached with an expressionless face, and asked quietly with his lips pressed down without moving.

Loren also moved two steps to the side and nodded slightly: "After Voldemort's resurrection ceremony was successful, he immediately summoned the Death Eaters through the Dark Mark, and your father was among them."

"..."Draco fell into deep silence and did not speak for a long time.

Loren teased heartlessly, stretched out his hand to touch the dolphin pendant around his neck, took out a copper Knut and handed it over: "Don't worry too much, think about the good side, Draco, your father is mainly responsible for clerical work, at least that person will not let him lead people to attack the Ministry of Magic."

"Is this also part of your unique way of comfort?"

Draco complained, took it and flipped it through, and found that the style of the copper coin was completely different from the one exchanged in Gringotts. The side that should have been engraved with the head of the goblin king was smooth and blank, with only a line of small words on the top - "Written to Draco Malfoy:"

Similar sentences usually appear on the letter header, so this side is used when receiving letters, that The other side...

Draco turned over to look at the other side of the coin and saw 26 letters evenly arranged along the edge. He looked up and asked, "Alchemical items for communication? You made it? How do you use it?"

As expected of Malfoy, who often goes to Borgin and Burke's black magic item store, he is really knowledgeable. Loren introduced with a smile: "I made a little gadget last semester, and I perfected it again last night. After spelling my name, inject a little magic power, and after entering the message you want to convey, inject another little magic power... I will only give you one during special periods, so I won't charge you."

Draco couldn't help but flip the crudely made copper coin back and forth, and looked deeply at the wizard of the same age in front of him, but he didn't say his inner admiration.

Most wizards in the world rely on owls to communicate, but the magic world is not without alchemical items for remote instant communication, but most of them are made of precious materials combined with ancient alchemy, with complicated processes and high prices. Only a very small number of people with noble status and rich family wealth own one or two.

The copper coin in his hand is obviously crudely made and low-cost. If it can be mass-produced and promoted to the world, it will replace owls in a few years... It is completely foreseeable that his wealth will exceed the accumulation of many pure-blood families for hundreds of years!

Shaking off his flying thoughts, Draco quickly typed Loren Morgan's name on the tiny keyboard of the copper coin, randomly pressed a few letters to send it, and then stared at him with burning eyes.

"If you send too many spam messages, I will blacklist you..." Loren took out another copper Knut from the pendant and showed it to him while explaining, "The range of communication is also limited. It is best to be within the territory of Britain. Some enclosed spaces with strong defensive magic will also affect communication..." Draco thought about it and couldn't help but say something more: "Is there only copper Knut? Why not use gold galleons? If not, silver Sickles will also work..." "It's good to have copper Knut, and you chose it..." Loren turned around and left without waiting for him to finish, with a look of disgust.