The days of hanging out at Hogwarts

The moonlight is clear and the lake is glittering.

The oars push away the waves, and the sea of ​​clouds surges.

The stars and the moon tonight are bright and clear, making the Black Lake clear and transparent.

Hermione sat on a narrow wooden boat, surrounded by ripples and full of floating and swaying light. Hogwarts and the Forbidden Forest welcomed the tranquility of the night. The lake was covered with misty water, and the silver light fell on the ground. The whole world seemed to be covered with a veil, with a feeling of being ethereal and out of the world.

Seven years ago, when they came to Hogwarts, they also took a boat across the Black Lake. I can't remember whether the moonlight that night was as clear as tonight.

Time seems to be compressed and folded. What I see is this moment, and the scene reflected in my mind is that moment, which always makes people feel dazed.

"Splash..."

The oars pushed the water surface, creating crisp waves, and Loren's familiar voice came from beside him: "What are you thinking about?"

"I miss you a little..."

Hermione retracted her gaze and turned to look.

Under the faint moonlight and lake light, he looked handsome, biting a citrus-flavored lollipop, staring at the lake with interest, his expression was the same as usual, as if he found the ripples full of fun.

This man is always like this. It was obviously late when he returned to the castle from Hogsmeade, but the moonlight was very good tonight, and he suddenly had an idea to take her to the Black Lake for a boat ride. There was no clear route, and no plan. He picked a few leaves and turned them into wooden boats and oars, and drifted wherever he went.

Whether it was alchemy that was beyond the times or the incredible dueling ability, after a few years of getting along, they seemed to have gotten used to it. The most profound memories were those that had nothing to do with magic: being distracted and dazed in class, chatting and combing hair in the common room, waving a spatula in the kitchen, or telling stories that he heard or made up whenever he was in the mood...

When did Loren start that grand plan?

Recalling what he discussed with Jorkins during the day, Hermione was still a little dazed.

Loren seemed to be able to see her thoughts and whispered, "In fact, I had related ideas a long time ago, but the idea germinated and grew into a practical plan on the night of the Quebec World Cup."

"Because of the suffering suffered by Mr. Roberts?"

"Mr. Roberts is just an inducement. All the irreconcilable contradictions between Muggles and wizards before are the nutrients for the germination of seeds."

"So that's how it is. No wonder the mermaid elder wanted to see you before he died..."

Hermione suddenly understood a lot of things. She continued to sit and stare into the distance in a trance. She seemed to feel that an era was approaching.

"Huh..."

In the depths of the Forbidden Forest, a winged beast with a hippogriff flapped its wings and rushed into the sky. It seemed to want to go to the moon. After flying for a distance, it found it was out of reach. It spread its wings and turned around in an instant, swooping back to the forest. The clouds and mist were cut apart, leaving a long trail.

"Splash..."

The lake surface exploded again. This time it was not the oars, but the giant squid that surfaced, revealing only half of its head. It was still huge, with its huge black eyes staring at them. It sank to the bottom of the water for a long time, and there was another surge of waves.

It was caring about the students and left only after it found no danger.

It was a kind giant squid.

Hermione leaned her center of gravity slightly to the side and leaned on his shoulder: "Comb it over for me again, there are some places I don't understand."

"Emm..."

Loren pursed his lips and pondered for a while, thinking that the girl was a little cold and leaned over to him, treating him as a human warm baby, so he chose to retaliate and used her as a pillow, hugging her tightly:

"Remember the story I told you that night when we watched the sunrise in Florida?"

Hermione nodded, and a few strands of hair brushed across Loren's nose, which was a little itchy: "The history of wizards is divided into four periods. All magical creatures jointly construct a certain macro-consciousness. Whenever the magic civilization falls into a stagnant dilemma, this macro-consciousness will reveal its traces and guide wizards out of the dilemma in the form of prophecy, and constantly expand the boundaries of magic civilization... We are in the transition stage between the third and fourth periods. Wizards will absorb the essence of scientific and technological civilization, learn their way of thinking, and create a more prosperous new century, but also breed a heavier crisis..."

"Miss Know-it-all has a good memory."

Loren sniffed her hair , and continued: "Magic civilization has lasted for thousands of years. Many legendary wizards left many things before. Due to various coincidences, these things gathered in my hands, like several puzzle pieces that complement each other."

"What do you mean?"

"Abraham left a way to refine the Philosopher's Stone. In the past, those selected wizards interpreted books, acquired alchemical knowledge, and combined their own characteristics to refine Philosopher's Stone with different effects, such as Nicolas Flamel's Midas Touch, immortality, and Professor Snape's resurrection. The process of my interpretation of the Book of Abraham is like a higher-dimensional magical consciousness combined with my thinking to guide."

"Tell me more about it."

"Looking back, the Book of Abraham was originally just an attempt to guide me to refine a Philosopher's Stone with extraordinary characteristics, so it led me to contact Bloody Mary. Later, we also encountered the hand mirror in the Forest of Dean and encountered Dementors on the cruise ship, so we got the Soul Stone that guides fear. If it goes according to the normal plan, my Philosopher's Stone may be related to dreams or emotions."

Hermione recalled the hand mirror and nodded thoughtfully: "So later on you studied Dementors and Boggarts, using fear as the starting point to study the connection between the soul and the body... If the hand mirror continues Perfect, it can be turned into a new magic stone, a magic stone that attracts the heart and enchants the soul.”

Loren frowned: "Why does it sound like some evil dark wizard, like the despicable Haierbo?"

"Oh, this isn't important, go on." Hermione rubbed his cheek in a coquettish and appeasing gesture.

Loren pursed her lips, finding that she couldn't resist the charm of this woman, so she had to forgive her:

"Later on, the direction of interpreting the Book of Abraham changed. I don't know what triggered this. Maybe it was a few pictures of snakes pointing to Slytherin, or maybe it was the magic power of the fairy Morgan that I inherited in my body. Maybe it was the conversation with Ms. Daisy Doddridge in the time and space gap, or maybe it was because I realized that the conflict between technological civilization and magical civilization was irreconcilable, so some ideas began to sprout, and the macroscopic magical consciousness learned my thoughts.”

Loren's dark eyes were filled with silver, and his voice was soft, as if blending into the misty moonlight. Hermione tilted her head to see his expression, and couldn't help but hold his hand tightly.

"The Book of Abraham has undergone wonderful changes. At first, it only carried my consciousness to watch the scene of Shoemaker-Levi's comet hitting Jupiter, and then carried my consciousness to travel around the stars, until it was billions of light years away and even beyond the limits of cognition. Until the last time I read this magic book, it even directly transported me to countless light-years away, to witness with my own eyes the answers given by the magical consciousness combined with my thinking, the answers to the irreconcilable conflicts in the future. "

"The Promised Land of Magic," Hermione whispered.

Loren held her hand, with some emotion in his tone: "In the real world, my magic power is getting stronger and stronger. Several interpretations are equal to several magic awakenings. This growth is even exponential. In just a few years, , let me grow from a student who has not yet graduated to a The legendary wizard who shoulders Dumbledore and Voldemort, this is a change that has never happened to any sage before. Nico Flamel has been refining the magic stone for hundreds of years. After reaching the upper limit of his talent, his magic power no longer increases without limit. It was also at this time that I gradually realized something was wrong.”

"I thought it was because of Fairy Morgan."

"In fact, it is."

Loren's voice was gentle and calm: "The macroscopic magical consciousness does not have true wisdom, nor does it have an objective entity. It is just a collection of consciousnesses of countless magical creatures. It cannot directly affect reality and can only guide it to a limited extent. The magic world is developing in a more prosperous direction. The magic power I possess is based on the blood of Fairy Morgan, attracting the gifts of astrology and time and space."

"Then what?"

"Then I began to consciously pay attention to these incredible things, and slowly discovered that the conditions required to implement the plan were becoming more and more mature. You also know what happened next."

Loren lowered his head and looked into her eyes: "I obtained the time and space magic left by Merlin in the Department of Magical Affairs. I was inspired by the time and space magic. Combined with the research results of Dementors and Boggarts, I proposed a new theoretical basis for space movement, and gradually designed it. Come up with new devices.”

He paused for a moment: "Join the MACUSA and the British Ministry of Magic to put forward mandatory requirements at this summer's International Federation of Wizards, and cooperate with the resources of pure-blood families to promote new space-moving devices to the world, through the soul and body I use the basic theory to identify magical creatures, use my consciousness to combine the astrological positioning magic found by Ilvermorny to determine the coordinates, and carry all magical beings to the promised land before the arrival of a new era."

Hermione's eyes widened slightly and her breathing became stagnant.

Even though I had initially glimpsed a corner during the day, I still couldn't help but feel trembling when the entire grand plan was revealed in front of my eyes.

The surface of the lake rippled, and the moonlight swayed with it.

Please...you...collect 6...books...!

After a long time, Hermione came back to her senses and asked softly: "Does Dumbledore know about this plan?"

"I haven't told him, but I think the old guy must know."

"..."

Hermione didn't pay attention to his rude words and continued to ask: "How long will the whole plan take? What if someone disagrees? Can the living environment over there be confirmed?"

"How do I know?"

"??"

Luo Lun said confidently: "I am just a student who has not yet graduated. My main job is to study and take exams. I occasionally work part-time to deal with Voldemort. I study alchemy in my spare time. How can I consider so many things? New space devices have not been developed yet. , there are still problems to be solved in mass production.”

"But the International Federation of Wizards will be held in three months!"

"Let's just start it. If this joint conference is not completed, it will be postponed to the next one. There is no rush..."

Loren paused and pondered for a moment: "The mermaid is still anxious. If we delay it any longer, we will become an endangered animal."

"So what are you going to do?"

"If you have any questions, go to the principal."

"..."

The small wooden boat floats quietly on the lake.

The moon slowly sets behind the hills.

The sky was pale, and a red sun emerged from the ground. After watching the sunrise, the two left the lake and walked back to the castle. The sun was shining outside, with a faint golden color. The stone walls of the castle's outer layer had mottled and complex colors and patterns. Some towers were built out of boulders and embedded directly in the thick ground. There were exquisite carvings on the top of each tower, but some had been weathered and eroded, dilapidated and old, and it was impossible to see the original appearance.

The magic castle was full of traces of years and time.

…

In late April, spring was in full swing.

The Easter holiday was over, and the last Quidditch game of this school year began, still Gryffindor vs. Slytherin.

Loren tried to communicate with Professor McGonagall. He sat in the commentary seat for the first Quidditch game he watched that year. In the blink of an eye, seven years had passed. The once ignorant child had reached the age of graduation and leaving school. For the last Quidditch game, he had only one request-

to sit in the commentary seat again.

Principal McGonagall had a blank expression on his face and refused decisively.

The atmosphere on the court was as enthusiastic as in the finals of previous years.

It seemed that everything was the same as before. The students in the stands held flags with roaring lions and snakes spitting their tongues. The professors sat in the front row. The two vice-presidents, McGonagall and Snape, chatted with a smile. Professors Flitwick and Sprout listened to their mutual ridicule and ridicule, with a subtle expression. Only Dumbledore smiled and looked at the team warming up in the field. The players on both sides were still hostile to each other, holding back their efforts to teach the other side a lesson.

Only the seventh-year students were a little sentimental. This was the last time they watched the school's Quidditch game.

The whistle sounded and the game began.

Slytherin's special training played a role. At the beginning, they knocked away several Gryffindor players with their sturdy advantages. Several attacks were fruitful and they once led by 30 points. However, the Gryffindor team cooperated more tacitly, biting the score tightly, gradually adapting to the rhythm of the game and starting to counterattack, and the score soon reversed.

The focus of the victory or defeat was on the Seekers of both sides. Harry and Draco's figures turned into two entangled lines. Even though they hadn't seen the Golden Snitch yet, their speed had already soared to the limit of the broom. The strong wind resistance blew their cheeks into hideous twists. They bit each other tightly, their eyes widened, and they were unwilling to give each other any breathing space.

"Tsk, if we lose this game, I'm afraid we won't be able to swallow this breath for decades."

Loren was watching the fun and grinned: "It's so boring to just compete with Quidditch. I hope they can arrange a duel after the game. It seems unfair to Draco. Just arrange a hand-to-hand fight. Don't leave regrets for yourself before graduation..."

Hermione had a blank expression and ignored him.