The days of hanging out at Hogwarts

It was around nine o'clock when we arrived at Snape's office and it was completely dark.

The wind outside has stopped, and a little bit of moonlight can be seen through the window, and occasionally there will be light streaking across the starry sky.

Snape's robes were partly wet on the shoulders. He must have just come back from outside and hadn't had time to change his clothes.

He was carefully pouring the black viscous liquid from a bottle and putting it into another bottle with magic patterns engraved on its body.

As Loren approached, he smelled a foul odor and felt dizzy.

"Stay away, you idiot." Snape didn't even look at Loren.

"The venom of the Acromantula, a top-quality material, is worth a hundred galleons per ounce." Snape said while operating, "If I were you, I would take the venom immediately after the Acromantula dies. "

After Hagrid sent Loren and his party away, he informed Dumbledore about the Acromantula and others entering the Forbidden Forest. Neither Dumbledore nor Snape were there during dinner. Loren guessed that Dumbledore took Snape to dispose of the body during that time and only came back now.

Loren said nothing after listening to Snape's words. From the experience of those who have experienced it, silence is best at this time.

"This is an old Acromantula. Its eyes have faded. It is weak and moves slowly. Even the looking glass on Potter's body cannot be triggered."

As the Acromantula ages, its eyes turn white, indicating that it is blind, its body becomes fragile, and its strength is not enough. After being awakened from hibernation, he couldn't deal with the prey in the forbidden forest, so he turned to a few young wizards.

Loren also noticed something was wrong with this spider during the day. The Acromantula with a danger level of five

Snape poured the venom into another bottle and flicked his wand. Green light patterns lit up along the lines on the bottle. The mouth of the bottle turned into the shape of a mouth. He closed it tightly and his lips became pitch black.

"Tell me about the Looking Glass. How did you lie to your good friend Potter?" Snape thought of Harry's indescribable smile.

Loren looked around, pretending it was a trivial matter, and said casually: "I told him it was something his mother used to have, and that's what he did."

Snape fell silent.

Lily, it turns out to be Lily.

Snape habitually wanted to laugh at Harry for being a fool, but then fell silent again.

Loren tentatively said, "Professor, I heard that you and Harry's mother are classmates. Do you have any photos of her or anything like that?"

"I feel a little guilty for lying to Harry like this."

Not only was he feeling guilty, but if this continued, Loren would have to slap himself in the face whenever Harry smiled. When I came out of the fantasy book in the middle of the night, I still couldn't sleep with my eyes open, thinking that I was really nothing.

Snape ignored Loren's words and started talking about today's potions.

The lessons he taught Loren privately were completely different from the Potions class at Hogwarts. First, identify the medicines and materials clearly, understand the properties of different materials, and then deduce the effects of the medicine from the properties.

Compared with potions textbooks, starting with some simple potions and understanding the functions of the materials is more traditional and the knowledge system is more obscure.

Loren thought that he owed someone a debt after all, so he studied hard and tried to start earning money to pay off his debt as soon as possible.

"Okay."

As Loren walked out of the office, Snape threw a pendant to him.

Loren looked back. Snape's back was turned to him, and his tall figure stood by the window, like a dead tree with only its trunk left. The snow outside the window stopped, and a piece of cold white filled the air quietly through the glass.

…

In an ordinary boys' dormitory in Gryffindor.

Harry was lying on the bed, one hand reaching straight towards the ceiling, holding an open pendant with a picture of a little girl inside. The little girl seemed a little surprised that someone was taking a picture of her. After the surprise, she smiled gently.

There is a line of small words in the lower right corner of the photo.

"Lily Evans, Lily Evans..." Harry muttered silently, filled with joy.

Unlike the reflection in the Mirror of Erised, this time he didn't have to worry about not being able to see it at any time. When Harry looked at the image in the mirror, he felt more sad. The longing for his parents and the grievances he had suffered for so many years were all in his heart, and he wanted to tell his parents.

Those sorrows and grievances gradually dissipated after Dumbledore took away the magic mirror. Now when I see my mother's photo, I feel more at ease and happy.

Loren looked at Harry's silly smile and felt that he was enriched and sublimated, and could sleep tonight.

"Are you asleep?" Ron's voice sounded a little sad.

"Sleeping." Loren responded quickly.

"Sleep." Simo said quickly.

"Me too." Neville followed.

"Hey hey hey..." This was Harry's voice.

"When I met the Acromantula today, I felt very useless..." Ron continued after making sure that several people were listening.

Facing the Acromantula today, Loren and the three of them all made quick moves, but Ron was the only one who was stunned.

He has been thinking about this since he came back, like a big stone weighing on his heart. His magic has become more powerful, but he is still the same as before.

"Oh." Loren responded quickly.

"I haven't seen the Acromantula yet." Seamus was annoyed. Every time he was away, his roommate would do something big, but he missed it every time.

"So will you still point fingers at us in the future?" Neville was more concerned about this. Every time Ron guided him, Neville would feel embarrassed.

Ron felt even more guilty after hearing this, "I'll try my best."

"Hey hey hey..."

"Harry, that's enough!"

The other four people shouted in unison.

…

"I think you are about to begin interpreting the Book of Abraham."

Flamel looked at Loren with gentle eyes, with expectations that he could not express.

Loren was still a little confused, "When? I haven't finished learning the languages ​​​​of several ancient civilizations. How can I interpret them?"

"Timing is the key, words are not important." Flamel floated in the air, speaking slowly.

Loren nodded, very good, the unique skill of the elderly, the Riddler started again.

He wanted to pull Flamel's hair and ask, what does it mean when interpreting a book? Words are not important. Why are you forcing me to learn so many things that look like glyphs?

Okay, just say it is, I won’t take the blame if you can’t figure it out anyway. Life is not easy, Loren sighed.

Whether it is alchemy or the magic stone, these are too far away from Loren, and interpreting the "Book of Abraham" does not mean much to him.

He even wanted to know how to redeem a desperate soul, so as to obtain the mysterious qualifications mentioned by Flamel, and use Nico's magic stone to try to cure Grandpa Bates.

"Before that, I need you to memorize this passage."

Flamel waved his sleeves, and the lights of various colors in the sky merged into a text, about thirteen lines long.

The light patterns floated in the air. They were not Latin characters, Hebrew characters, or ancient oriental characters. They were not any characters known to Loren.

But the moment Loren saw this text, he knew the pronunciation of each character and the meaning of each word.

[There is no doubt that this is not a boring lie, but the most conclusive truth.

Up is down, down is up, this is the only, unique miracle

One is the origin of all things. Everything in the world is born from this one

The sun is the father, the moon is the mother, the wind is the womb, and the earth is responsible for feeding and caring.

He is the most perfect father of all things in the world, he has the most complete and powerful energy

To separate the earth from the fire, to separate the fine from the rough

He can fly from the earth to the sky, fall from the sky to the ground, and absorb all the energy from above and below

In this way, the whole person can gain the most dazzling glory in the world and dispel all the haze and darkness.

His power is above all else. He is more delicate and beautiful than anything. He can penetrate everything in the world, even the most solid things.

The world is born

It is this process that produces admirable miracles

The reason why I am called the triple great **** is because I possess the three qualities of philosophy

The question about how the sun works ends here]

Loren muttered these words, and the light in the sky dissipated.

"Just let me read it once?" Loren was furious. How could he memorize such a long paragraph in one go?

Flamel was not annoyed at being yelled at, "It's already in your heart."

Loren calmed down and recalled it, and the words just now seemed to be engraved in his mind, emerging clearly.

"What does this passage mean? What is the triple great ****?" Loren still has many questions and plans to ask them one by one.

Triple greatness describes a four-letter name. This name Loren cannot be referred to in any other language. When transliterated, it sounds like "Hermes".

It sounded like the name of a Greek god, but when Loren chanted this name, he had a clear feeling in his heart, which pointed to a supreme being, not a Greek god.

This passage seems to answer the question of the operation of the sun, but the reference is very vague.

"Up is down, down is up" sounds like a philosophical concept, but I can't figure out what it means.

The only one for the birth of all things is a concept found in many myths. Whether it is the creation god in the West or Pangu in the East, they all have the meaning of one.

The article mentions earth, fire, water, and wind, which is an ancient philosophical thought that believes that the world is composed of four elements. Some alchemical theories are also based on the cognition of four elements.

The subsequent mention seems to be the process of a certain god absorbing energy and creating the world, but the sky and the earth were before the creation, which is inconsistent with most myths.

The whole paragraph is filled with this kind of specious content, which is impossible to interpret.

Flamel did not give an answer, "This is the content of the Jade Record. You must know this sentence to interpret the Book of Abraham."

The Jade Record is the content of a jade tablet in the Egyptian pyramid. The Jade Slate has been lost in the long river of history. There are still various versions of the Jade Record circulating, and it is difficult to know whether it is true or false.

"But I can't give you any explanation. As we agreed before, you can only explore the contents of the book alone."

"Only you can know the content you explore. You cannot tell anyone. The content itself is a curse."

Loren looked at Flamel and asked, "Can't even you tell me?"

"Including me." Flamel nodded.

Okay, it doesn't matter if you can't understand the text. Only I know what to interpret. No wonder only Nico has refined things in history. Loren thought it was outrageous that this thing could reach his hands.

"Then when should I start?" Loren noticed that the timing of that sentence was very important.

Flamel looked at him and said gently: "When Mars is bright."

Loren pursed his lips, fearing that he would curse if he couldn't control himself.

You Riddlers can tell you a specific time when you will die! No matter how many times a comet passed by the earth, a full moon night, a solar or lunar eclipse, etc., the pointer should be clear!

What the hell happens when Mars is bright?

Every Wednesday, they have stargazing classes. Several times a month, I feel that Mars is very bright. What is the standard for brightness?

Loren was typing the keyboard in his mind, but Flamel just looked at him quietly.

Loren knew that asking further questions would lead to nothing.

Okay, I don’t know when I started, I can’t interpret it clearly, it doesn’t matter what I interpret. There is no pressure on Loren, just leave it like that, the "Book of Abraham" will probably be passed on here.

…

On Saturday morning, the snow seemed a little heavier than yesterday. It floated down softly, covering the castle and the woods with a white coat.

When Loren woke up, everyone else in the dormitory was still dreaming. The smile dropped from Harry's face and the pendant fell to the pillow.

Gently getting out of bed, Loren took out the "Book of Abraham" from under the bed and sat by the window.

The soft yellowed bark paper, some Iceman brass rings, and the imprints pressed on the paper, Loren has not opened this book for a long time.

Apart from Abraham's name on the title page, there is only one paragraph left that Loren can only half-guess, probably because except for priests and scribes, anyone else who reads this book will be cursed.

Loren couldn't even guess the content of the following text, and still couldn't understand anything. He focused on the pictures on the page.

In the first picture, a snake swallows another snake on a simple walking stick. Now it seems that this cane should be a magic wand.

Loren looked at the album and started thinking. Could the mysterious wand be Dumbledore's Elder Wand? Something to do with snakes, maybe Slytherin’s snakewood wand?

Should he be asked to find this magic wand? Loren thought very far. If interpreting the "Book of Abraham" required finding ancient things all over the world, then he would definitely give up. It would be very troublesome just thinking about it.

There is a cross with a snake nailed on it. No matter how divergent my thinking is, I can't figure out what it is. Is the snake on it a basilisk? If it is a basilisk, I might have a chance to see it next year.

In the third picture, there is a spring in the desert. Snakes flow out of the spring along the water. Doesn't this require him to go to the desert?

Why are snakes mentioned? What does snake mean?

I thought wildly in front of the book, but in the end there was no result. It seems that Mars is not bright enough.

No matter, let nature take its course. Loren sighed and looked out the window.

It was completely white, and some snowflakes were piled on the platform outside the window.

This is a good weather for making frozen pears, and the idea suddenly came to Loren's mind.

The thoughts came together and he could no longer suppress it. Loren's mind was filled with the sweet juice of frozen pears, and his saliva secreted rapidly, almost covering his tongue. The Jade Record and the Book of Abraham were all forgotten.

Just do it, today is Saturday, there is no class, Loren ran out of the lounge in his pajamas, there was no one on the road.

With a smile on his face, Loren ran all the way to the Hufflepuff common room and quickly tickled the pear on the cartoon, making it giggle.

The kitchen was brightly lit and filled with the sweet smell of flour and the aroma of stewed beans in broth. Loren couldn't help but salivate when she smelled this.

The house elves were busy preparing breakfast for the teachers and students of Hogwarts. It takes a lot of time to prepare breakfasts with different flavors in different regions, even with magic.

A house elf is directing the croissant to hit the blade of the knife, cut itself in half, and then the two halves of bread jump into the plate and find a suitable position to lie down.

When the elf saw Loren in pajamas entering the kitchen, he stopped and clapped his hands to greet him.

"Little wizard, what would you like to eat?" The house elf looked at Loren. He has a thin body, slender limbs, and bat ears.

Loren was also looking at the elf in front of him, "I remember you. The avalanche strawberry cake I asked for last time was also made by you."

"Oh! Yes!" the elf exclaimed in surprise, "It is an honor for me to be remembered by the little wizard."

Loren was in a good mood now and had no ill feelings toward the elf. "Maybe you can tell me your name. I'm Loren, Loren Morgan."

"Name! You asked for my name!" The elf raised his hands and cheered, "My name is Xiaomai, nice to meet you Mr. Morgan!"

"Wheat, I remember. I need some pears."

Enthusiastic wheat stuffed Loren with a basket of pears, about a dozen of them, with yellow peels and some brown spots on them, and a smell unique to pears. Loren didn't know what kind of pear it was, but it looked a bit like a Sydney pear.

No matter what, wizards always have a way to eat pears from all seasons in winter.

Loren jumped back to the dormitory and placed a basket of pears one by one in the snowdrift outside the window sill, full of anticipation.