The days of hanging out at Hogwarts

The thick flames slanted downwards, as if the air had turned into fuel to support combustion, and it suddenly expanded and spread.

The skin all over his body was quickly burned and cracked, and Voldemort's vision was completely occupied by the brilliant firelight. Blood and water vapor steamed out, and quickly turned into part of the flames. Intense pain spread from every part of his body.

Voldemort almost fell into despair. Just when he followed his body's instinct and put his hands on his abdomen to curl up, he was forcefully pulled out by a figure and something was stuffed into his hand.

The magic power of the portkey bloomed instantly, and the fire flashed away.

In the vast wilderness cemetery, the wind howls and the snow is thick. The charred and carbonized skin melts the snow water, and the white snow is dyed with a little bright red and charred black. The cold touch as the blood flows throughout the body, the nerves gradually become numb, and the sharp pain penetrates into the soul. gradually lessened.

After an unknown amount of time, in this harsh winter wilderness cemetery, he finally regained some strength and struggled to sit up.

The moors of Little Hangleton still had a familiar look. It still retained the ruins of churches and graveyards. Broken tombstones were scattered around, most of them exposed on the ground, and a small part had not yet been excavated. They had helped him regain his consciousness. It was reborn, but now it is clung to by weeds and vines, weighed down under the snow.

The branches covered with snowflakes, the vast expanse of white snow, looking at the smoke-filled village of Little Hangleton in the distance, the cold wind blowing through the air is particularly refreshing.

Under the tombstone engraved with "Tom Riddle", a translucent gray-black mist lingered there. The magic power was weak, like a candle swaying in the wind. It was a ghost, a ghost rejected by the world of death.

Voldemort looked at this scene and was stunned for a few seconds. The scene that had plunged him into despair not long ago flashed in his mind, and some long-standing memories also surfaced in his mind.

That was about sixteen years ago, when he was caught off guard and hit by a rebounding death curse. The same body was destroyed, and the same ghost remained.

Voldemort recalled the scene of instructing Snape to refine the Horcrux. At that time, he just had a whim and the idea of ​​​​experimenting, but he never expected that it would actually play a role at this time.

But compared to his gratitude to Snape, he felt more humiliation and hatred in his heart.

Voldemort walked under the tombstone and let out a heart-rending hoarse roar, standing in the melting snow.

"Dumbledore!"

…

"A Death Eater suddenly broke in, activated the portkey and took them away!"

"That's right, just a little bit close, Dumbledore can defeat him again..."

"Quiet...Williamson, please issue a warning to the public immediately..."

"Delix, imprison the Death Eaters controlled by the Anti-Apparition Curse. Don't send them to Azkaban, just lock them in the Inquisition of the Ministry of Magic..."

"Bertha, call back all the staff who can still work, organize people to clean the battlefield, remove the curse from the wizards who have been hit by the Imperius Curse, notify St. Mungo's to receive the injured..."

"Amelia...Percy..."

"..."

Rufus Scrimgeour issued orders in an orderly manner. The main hall was crowded with people. Many male and female Aurors carefully moved the petrified Ministry of Magic staff and Death Eaters. The fireplaces on both sides of the wall were burning brightly. Green flames licked the marble.

Harry opened his eyes and woke up from his coma. Looking around in confusion, he found Ginny lying on his left and Ron lying on his right. George and Fred seemed to be more awake than him. Early in the morning, I was observing with great interest the Death Eaters who were first given skipping candy and then petrified by the basilisk.

He looks focused and full of interest, but his research direction is mostly illegal.

Harry's eyes slowly focused and he found Hermione in the corner. She was holding a notebook in her hand and was observing and recording the operation of various departments of the Ministry of Magic. Her magic robes were clean and tidy compared to the other wizards around her who were in messy clothes and looked embarrassed. , she is really out of place.

While others experienced a life and death battle, she seemed to have experienced a study tour.

Some vague fragments flashed in his mind. Harry stood up slowly and walked over slowly: "Hermione, you..."

Hermione knew exactly what he was going to ask, and before he could finish speaking, she told him in one breath: "Voldemort escaped, everyone is fine, Ginny was hit by a coma spell, Ron fell and hit his head, and he will wake up after a while. Dumbledore is upstairs communicating with Director Scrimgeour."

"That……"

"Loren left something behind in the Department of Mysteries. Go back and get it. He'll be back soon."

Harry blinked and scratched his head, but in the end he didn't ask the question in his mind.

The moment before he lost consciousness, he seemed to hear Hermione's voice calling the coma spell, and a basilisk figure wandering in the thick fog...

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On the eighth floor underground, the Department of Mysteries was still in a mess after being ravaged by two legendary wizards. The Silent Man did not know where he was lying now. The Aurors did not dare to deal with these rooms casually and could only simply seal off the scene.

Didn't you see that the famous Voldemort couldn't hold one of the doors?

They had previously ambushed Death Eaters and besieged Voldemort without being injured. It would be funny if they got something wrong and ended up in these weird rooms. I don't know if the Ministry will pay pensions according to those who died in the line of duty.

"Little guy, the front is dangerous, you can't go in!"

Outside the wooden door at the end of the corridor, the Auror who was posting the blockade stopped an underage wizard with a gentle attitude. He recognized this person, a classmate of the Boy Who Lived, who broke into the Ministry of Magic with them today and participated in the blocking battle against the Death Eaters upstairs.

Loren smiled gently and said, "I just took back my pendant. I left it inside when I retreated before."

"The Hall of Time and the Hall of Prophecy..."

The Auror hesitated for a moment. The Hall of Time and the Hall of Prophecy were not dangerous. The main purpose of protecting the status quo was to facilitate the future repair work of the Silent Man. However, according to his observation, those time converters and prophecy balls were full of magic power. The repair spell did not tremble when cast on them, and there was no reaction at all.

If it can't be repaired, sweep it into the garbage dump.

"Okay, I'll only give you ten minutes. If you can't find it, don't look for it."

"Thank you very much."

Loren nodded, with a gentle smile on his face, just like a well-behaved student.

Walking into the circular room, there was a smell of ruins after burning. The surroundings were ruins mixed with wood and rubble. Loren looked at the wooden door of the time hall, which had been smashed by Voldemort and only scattered fragments were left, and walked in.

Various clocks were scattered on the ground, some were damaged, and some were still making even and firm ticking sounds. A glass closet by the wall fell to the ground, and glass was splashed everywhere. Various time converter hourglasses were displayed in the cabinet, but now they could not be touched.

I don’t know which hourglass was broken, causing the time and space where the cabinet was located to fall into a time loop, and the process of breaking was constantly repeated.

Loren stood there and observed for a while, wisely not approaching, but came to the bell-shaped crystal cover in the center of the room.

The bell-shaped crystal glass cover, which was almost as big as his body, stood on a table. The continuous spell bombardment did not affect it. The bright light mist airflow inside was still floating up and down, and the hummingbird repeated the process of hatching, growing, dying, and returning to the eggshell.

"Time..."

Loren glanced at the hummingbird and casually reached out to the crystal cover. The expected touch did not happen. The surface of the crystal cover sank in, like a soap bubble. His hand reached into the glittering mist.

The light mist lingered around his slender hand, and a strange feeling came to his mind. With a thought, his palm shrank rapidly, his nails became soft and thin and shrunk into the flesh, and his skin became smoother and whiter until the whole palm turned into a baby's palm, and then expanded to its original size, and the nails grew out of the fingertips again.

Without the slightest panic, Loren calmed down and focused his attention on his hand...or on the light mist. A subtle connection transmitted feedback. Under his conscious control, the glittering mist spread along his arm until it reached out of the crystal cover, without any time change.

After leaving the crystal cover, the hummingbird eggshell lost its luster and turned into an ordinary bird egg, lying quietly in the crystal cover.

The light mist crawled along the arm like a little snake, crawling on the pendant on the chest, climbing up the dolphin carved from cliff cypress wood, and climbing up the surface of the snake scales inlaid at the right eye.

What surprised Loren was that the mist of time was not collected into the storage space, but the golden mist penetrated into the snake scales, stained into translucent golden gems, and silver stars floated on the gems.

After a brief thought, Loren vaguely realized something and nodded thoughtfully.

Loren came out of the time hall and turned to look at another wooden door. Affected by some spells and flames, only the upper half of the door was intact, and only half of the branded flame mark was left, still burning quietly.

Pushing open the wooden door, in front of him was the scene of various planetary satellites orbiting, and the gravity that enveloped his body disappeared. Loren lightly stepped on his feet and floated into the planetary room.

The room seemed to simulate the space environment, but breathing was smooth and the air was full. Pluto was shattered in half, and black and gray debris was floating everywhere. The remaining half of the planet was slowly rotating in the universe.

The starry universe should be empty and lonely, but this planet room was a bit cramped. Compared with the scene that Loren had dreamed of, although there was no edge here, it lacked the kind of grandeur and magnificence, and there was no personal perspective to face the shock of the majestic planet.

Yes, it was not the first time he came into contact with the starry sky...

Recalling the original feeling in his mind, Loren exhaled lightly, and his thoughts began to spread in this space.

The silent darkness began to flow, like quicksand, like an undercurrent under a calm lake, the ripples and ripples were invisible and immaterial.

The dim planet fell to the ground. Under the dim light, the starry sky with no edge gradually revealed its true face. The round pit-like room was almost larger than the entire Hogwarts Castle, but not as large as the vast starry sky.

Under Loren's conscious control, the invisible darkness gathered together, spread and crawled along his arm, and finally attached to the surface of the snake scales at the left eye of the pendant, gradually infiltrating, and finally the light was condensed, turning into an obsidian that swallowed the light.

Some people observe death, and some people comprehend time and space.

The paths to pursue the truth of the Philosopher's Stone are different.

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No. 12, Grimmauld Place.

The howling wind and snow were isolated outside by the closed doors and windows. The candles left over from the wedding lit up the entire basement kitchen. The cauldron floating above the flames trembled up and down, and the rich aroma of meat drifted throughout the kitchen.

"The latest news from the Daily Prophet..."

Percy, who was wearing a bandage, paused, pushed his old father's head away a little, stretched the newspaper in his hand, and read slowly, "The Dark Lord has returned! Yesterday morning, many escaped Death Eaters appeared in Knockturn Alley and released the Dark Mark to cover the attack on the Ministry of Magic led by the mysterious man...

"Under the command of Rufus Scrimgeour, the head of the Auror Office, and Bertha Jorkins, the assistant to the Minister, the Auror ambush achieved great results. Later, due to the support of the Death Eaters in Knockturn Alley, some Aurors and Staff members are petrified, and St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Wounded Soldiers is discussing treatment plans closely with Minerva McGonagall, the deputy headmaster of Hogwarts..."

"The mysterious man escaped unexpectedly, the Ministry of Magic declared an emergency curfew, and Dumbledore issued a warning again..."

"Former Minister of Magic Cornelius Fudge seriously violated the relevant regulations, was greedy for power and ignored the safety of the majority of wizards, because of his personal inclination to mobilize the Ministry of Magic to cover up the warning issued by Headmaster Albus Dumbledore, and wantonly discredited Dumbledore's reputation... According to Wison Gamora decided to dismiss Cornelius Fudge from his position as Minister, activate the emergency regulations, and let Rufus Scrimgeour take over..."

Arthur, who was closely involved in the whole incident, shook his head, feeling very proud, but when he saw Molly's eyes sweeping over him, he hurriedly lowered his head to continue reading the newspaper.

Percy didn't push it away this time. He was injured because of his impulsiveness and recklessness, and he was still wearing a bandage.

"There are still many doubts about this incident that have not been clarified... The basilisk that appeared in New York and Devonshire appeared again, causing the greatest damage in this battle..."

Molly glared at the father and son coldly, turned back and concentrated on controlling the heat of the broth. Although this battle did not completely eliminate Voldemort, Dumbledore's wisdom and strength gave all wizards a shot of tranquilizer.

Next to the dining table, Ron happily recounted their heroic deeds of bravely entering the Ministry of Magic. When Marjorie asked about the specific battle process in the main hall, Ron was stuck and hesitant, not knowing how to make it up.

"Maybe Loren and Hermione will know the details. "Harry scratched his head, his tone a little hesitant.

Loren and Hermione went to New York for vacation, and the basilisk appeared in New York; they went to the Quidditch World Cup to watch the game, and the basilisk appeared in the camp; this time there were two people on the scene, and they were dressed neatly. He vaguely felt that something was wrong, but he couldn't be sure.

"It's a pity that they went home directly. I can only wait until the next semester starts to ask carefully..."

The candlelight was still swaying.

Ignoring their chattering noise, Betty sat at the dining table, staring at her newly married husband, with the candlelight reflected in her eyes, her eyes sparkling, and she whispered: "Let's have a child."

Sirius was stunned. Before he could react, he heard Kreacher's excited cheers from upstairs.

"Great, Kreacher is going to have a little master!"

Feeling that all the eyes in the basement kitchen were focused on him, Sirius's face darkened:

"Kreacher! ! "