The days of hanging out at Hogwarts

The vast night sky gradually lights up, and more and more stars are revealed.

The strong bonfire burned quietly, and both of their eyes were illuminated by the firelight. Loren grabbed Hermione's hair and circled it: "You know the story of the "Book of Abraham", maybe you have noticed that this book Every time the book appears, it guides the chosen wizards to refine the magic stone and pursue the truth. It also guides them to save the world and eliminate crises. "

Hermione opened her eyes wide and sparkling, slightly in disbelief: "The wizard who obtains the Book of Abraham will save the world... Is this the origin of the legend of the sage?"

Loren hugged her waist quietly, waiting for her to accept the information.

A few minutes later, Hermione sorted out the information and frowned slightly: "Are you saying that these disasters were all predicted by the sage Abraham?"

"I don't think so." Loren sniffed Hermione's fragrance. "As the legendary wizard who created the Philosopher's Stone, when Abraham wrote this book, he might have wanted to leave a treasure for his people or descendants to help They have experienced several difficult and difficult crises or difficulties, which have contributed to the prosperity of the ethnic group, but they certainly will not think about saving the world thousands of years from now."

"But why..."

"When the Book of Abraham was created, it was already a part of the world. It not only belonged to Abraham and his people. Compared with their wishes, the inheritance of the book and the development of events all followed another powerful will. ." Loren paused, and his voice became slightly heavier, "The will of the world."

Hermione seemed to understand something: "Explain it."

"The hypothesis of world will can be traced back to 400 BC. The philosopher Plato once believed that the world is a huge life with individual consciousness, just like countless neurons making up our consciousness. This individual consciousness is the combination of all intelligent creatures. , called Gaia consciousness. Gaia consciousness does not and cannot communicate with a single intelligent individual, just as we cannot talk to a neuron alone...

"Thirty years ago, a meteorologist proposed a hypothesis. He compared the earth to a living organism that can regulate itself. This does not mean that the world is some kind of creature with individual consciousness, but the relationship between living organisms and the natural environment There are complex and coherent interactions between them, and there is some kind of feedback adjustment mechanism that promotes the development of the earth toward a stable state more suitable for the reproduction of life. "

Loren spoke very slowly, trying to leave time for Hermione to digest the information: "Flamell believes that there are also complex and close connections between magical creatures and the natural environment, and there is also a magnificent magical consciousness in the entire magical world. , it is the collection of consciousness of all magical creatures, and it is a certain part of Gaia's consciousness. Although it cannot communicate with individual magical creatures alone, because there is magic in this world that transcends the laws of nature, magical will is more flexible than Gaia's consciousness. , the impact it can exert is more intuitive.”

Hermione stared straight at the burning flames, and after a long time she spoke thoughtfully: "You mean, this kind of will is affecting the inheritance of the "Book of Abraham", and it is also this consciousness that has guided the sages of the past generations to prevent disasters. spread?"

"When Nico Flamel was working as a scribe in Paris, he received clues to the Book of Abraham in a dream. Hundreds of years later, he received the revelation in the same way and gave me the Book of Abraham as a gift." Lun stared at the waves behind the bonfire, his eyes moving, "Flamell originally thought it was his prophecy talent that was showing magic."

"Isn't it?"

"A very small number of selected wizards, their eyes can penetrate the fog of time and space, and always glimpse a corner of the distant future at the right time, get inspiration from it, and influence the current reality... This kind of magic has no rules and cannot be taught. Even the fortune teller himself can't control it." Loren chuckled, "Don't you think this kind of magic is full of coincidences?"

"..."

The elusive third eye, the prophecies that are difficult to reproduce, and the way to get news is to rely on dreams or murmurs in a trance.

Hermione was stunned for a moment and her eyes widened: "The prophecy itself is the embodiment of magical consciousness!"

"We can't give an accurate answer at the moment, but at least Flamel and I think so." Loren said softly: "In short, Abraham left the method of making the magic stone and left a powerful curse on it. , as thousands of years passed, this book did not make Abraham’s descendants and ethnic groups prosper. Instead, it passed through various coincidences and was passed down in the hands of a few wizards, gradually weaving the legend of the sage.”

"I see……"

Hermione tugged on his sleeves, wrapping her arms tightly around him like a blanket, turning her head and rubbing his cheek: "What did the other legendary wizards leave behind?"

"Merlin and the fairy Morgan summed up the experience of the dark ages and pointed the way for those who came after."

Loren said, pointing towards the bonfire, and the fire suddenly reversed. The remaining cinders and ashes in the fire reunited and turned into complete firewood.

When he moved his fingers away, the firewood burned quickly, but the fire intensity did not change.

"If there is an unstoppable sorcerer, we can use the magic of time and space fragments to banish them from this world, leaving behind the magic of time and space."

"It turns out that these two magic powers were left by the fairies Morgan and Merlin..." Hermione raised her eyebrows, "No wonder they can be controlled by you."

"As for Mr. Salazar Slytherin, he is too mysterious. Although he left a lot of things behind, Flamel and I still haven't figured out his intentions clearly. The Chamber of Secrets and the basilisk, the wand and the pendant, And the most special one, Ms. Daisy Doddridge in the space-time gap.”

"The first few items were left behind before he left Hogwarts. At that time, he may not have foreseen the future, and after leaving Hogwarts, he arranged for Ms. Doddridge to stay behind..." Hermione looked thoughtful. The look in his eyes, "Is it just to send us a message?"

"Who knows, these guys are so mysterious..."

Loren paused for a moment, buried his face in Hermione's neck, and took a deep breath: "They old guys, they didn't expect that these things from different eras would come together, influence each other, and intertwine, pointing out to me another A road."

"What road?" Hermione felt a little itchy and couldn't help but shrink her neck.

"The way to save the world."

After Loren said this, he quickly pecked Hermione on the lips without any further thoughts.

I really didn't expect it.

It turns out that the world really focuses on you.

I broke into this magical world inexplicably. I originally thought that the biggest crisis was the terrifying Lord Voldemort. As long as the old headmaster died in front and Harry took over from behind, he would have a fairy tale ending before and after graduation, and then live a comfortable and comfortable life for the rest of his life. , be the man behind the Minister of Magic, and when he gets older and retire slowly, he will realize Dumbledore's dream of traveling around the world, which is very satisfying to think about.

Now that I know that I have been loaded with the main mission, I don't feel any panic or anxiety. According to historical calculations, that war should not break out in their era.

There is still a bit of a sense of urgency.

After all, mermaids are really endangered animals. In ten or twenty years, some Muggles will dump sewage into the sea unscrupulously, and they may become extinct.

Hermione curled her neck and looked at him quietly with her peripheral vision, chatting late into the night. After talking about so many things, she stopped here, her curiosity like Crookshanks' claws, constantly pulling and prodding.

Abraham, Merlin and Morgan, Slytherin and Nico Flamel...

To stand alongside these wizards and become part of the grand history of magic is obviously such a great thing and so exciting, but this person looked like he was just getting along.

Hermione felt another suck on her neck, which made her feel itchy.

Disturbing thoughts and irritating.

Ever since Grandpa Bates was cured of his werewolf disease, this man has become more and more leisurely and calm. He used to be nervous and worried about some unexpected things, but now he has completely defeated Voldemort, and he has legendary magical powers and the Elder Wand. The confidence has completely become salty.

A slightly salty smell seems to be lingering on the tip of the nose.

"Hermione, what kind of shower gel are you using? It smells delicious...

"snort……"

Hermione made a soft nasal noise, pursed her lips and gritted her teeth while silently thinking about how to get words out of him.

"Zi..."

The man was sucking her earlobe.

"Stop!" Hermione blushed and pushed the man away, staring at him. "If you don't want to continue talking, just sleep peacefully. We have to go back to New York tomorrow!"

This level of reproach was lighter than a wave of waves. On the contrary, the girl looked angry, like a little witch who was bullied in the lower grade.

Loren pursed her lips to hold back her laughter, continued to hold her, smelled the fragrance on her body, and whispered: "Today is not over yet, it is still my birthday, and we are lovers, can't we just kiss and hug?"

Hermione rolled her eyes.

This person always has so many things to say. You can't just follow his words, but it's hard to refute them.

She pursed her lips and said, "Do you remember the birthday gift I said?"

"Remember!" Loren nodded heavily and answered quickly.

Hermione leaned close to his head and whispered: "..."

"!!"

Loren immediately opened his eyes wide and jumped with 7 parts of ecstasy and 3 parts of disbelief.

Hermione looked at him quietly: "That was the plan before, but now because of your performance, the plan has been terminated."

"Please forgive me."

"Unforgivable." Hermione's tone was calm, close to indifference, "Things have already happened, just like the waves will not roll back, time cannot go back."

"Who says time can't be turned back!"

Loren held the pendant on his chest, closed his eyes and muttered, then stood up and walked backwards back to the tent.

It's not that he really went back in time, he just acted like this to show that he went back in time and space. Unfortunately, his acting skills were a bit poor. When he walked backwards into the tent, he tripped and almost fell.

Hermione's expression was calm.

After sitting in front of the campfire for a while, adjusting the firewood and the magic power to maintain the flame, I stood up when I felt sleepy, patted the sand on my trouser legs, turned and walked into the tent.

This person was lying in a sleeping bag, still mumbling with her eyes closed, immersed in the fantasy of reversing time and space, as if performing hard could infect her and she would give out gifts again.

Hermione got into the other sleeping bag and lay down.

After thinking for a moment, he turned over and leaned over, kissing his forehead.

This is also considered a gift.

…

The Burrow, Village of Ottery St. Catchpole.

A crooked and twisted chimney was shaking on the crumbling house, and white smoke was spewing out from the chimney mouth.

Approaching the kitchen of this house, the first thing you hear is the sizzling sound of fried eggs in the pan, the flames licking the bottom of the pan, the hot oil gradually turning the transparent egg whites brown, there are slices of toast frying next to it, and the milk is heating in water, giving off a mellow milky aroma. The not-so-spacious kitchen is extremely busy, but the only one who is in charge of all the kitchen utensils is a short and fat middle-aged witch with red hair.

Footsteps can be heard faintly upstairs.

The one who got up at this time was Marjorie, the Muggle girl. She was Sirius' stepdaughter. Betty was recuperating at home shortly after giving birth. The girl took advantage of the summer vacation to visit the Burrow. She was curious about everything about the wizard family. She was the first one to finish washing and come to the kitchen every morning, observing all the kitchen utensils that can be used for cooking with shining eyes.

In fact, there are similar kitchen utensils in the Black Mansion, but those things have been idle for many years, and Molly is not very convenient to use, not as light and flexible as those in the Burrow.

"Dong Dong Dong!"

The footsteps on the stairs stopped.

Marjorie should have gone down to the first floor.

There was a more brisk sound of footsteps coming from the corridor outside, and a figure pushed the door and walked into the kitchen. She was wearing a loose wizard school robe with Gryffindor badges embroidered on her chest and arms. I don’t know which brother left it to her. The Weasley family only had Gryffindor robes.

“Good morning! Molly!”

Marjorie greeted warmly, her eyes fixed on the wizard kitchen utensils, looking here and there: “It smells so good!”

Molly smiled brightly. For a housewife who got up early to make breakfast for the whole family, there was no more touching comfort than this.

"Breakfast will be ready soon, Marjorie. Maybe you want to go to Diagon Alley with me this morning. George and Fred's joke shop is right there. There are many novel and interesting gadgets that you can play with without a wand. You will definitely like them."

Molly quickly washed a plate and rubbed her apron: "And Bill and Charlie, they are busy with Gringotts. I heard that some new relics were discovered. They haven't been back for several days... Really! I don't know what's going on with Gringotts. How can it be busier than the joke shop and the Ministry of Magic? I must ask those goblins later!"

"Uh..."

Marjorie's eyes rolled around and her steps slowly Leaving the kitchen: "Actually, I'd rather take you to our supermarket for shopping. I think you'll like it. What do you think?"

"Muggle supermarket?"

Molly was about to agree, but suddenly realized something was wrong. She turned her head and stared at the Muggle girl with sharp eyes: "Are you diverting my attention? Are you hiding something from me?"

"Uh... no, no."

"Did George and Fred ask you to do it?"

"No, no!"

"Did Ron get into trouble again?"

"No, no."

"That's..."

Molly asked around, and when she thought of her two most trusted sons who hadn't returned for a few days, her eyes widened slightly: "Is it Bill and Charlie!?"