days at Hogwarts

Chapter 103 Interpreting the Book of Abraham
The little wizard walked in front, and the centaur and Hagrid guarded them behind.Nine people with 22 legs stepped on the fallen leaves in the forest, making a "russling" sound.

Immersed in their own thoughts, I don't know how long they walked.The weeds on the path are less and less, the trees are not so dense, and the field of vision gradually widens.

When he looked up, he had already arrived at Hagrid's cabin.Loren and the others looked back, and the two centaurs had disappeared at some point.

"I want to lay down my weapons. I can't take these to Hogwarts. Wait for me." Hagrid said in a low voice.

Going further is the greenhouse where the herbal medicine class is held, which is very close to the castle.

Crabbe didn't want to waste time here, and said impatiently, "You don't need to send it, I can go back by myself."

After speaking, he walked towards the castle on his own.He couldn't wait to go back and write letters.

"Yaya, go and watch him." Hagrid patted the Hound on the head and ordered.

There was no danger from the edge of the Forbidden Forest to the castle, but he sent Fang to escort him out of duty.

Malfoy looked around and followed Fangya.

"Hagrid, do you want to deal with the injury, we can go back by ourselves." Loren said.

Only then did Harry remember that Hagrid resisted a powerful spell, and looked at Hagrid with concern.

Hagrid grinned and slapped his chest hard, "Look! It's all right."

The thick palms collided with the sternum, making a bang.

Loren clicked his tongue. As expected of having the blood of a giant, he endured the impact that almost broke the tree, but nothing happened.

"Charlie's friend sent the box to me, and said he was almost caught by Professor McGonagall..." Hagrid entered the room, his voice penetrating the cabin, a little dull.

He came out again soon, with the giant crossbow and quiver off his body, and stayed in the house with Loren's small box in his hand.

"I knew you were going to be locked up, so I applied to Professor McGonagall and asked you to come here." Hagrid handed the box to Loren with a smile.

No wonder the confinement was so strange this time, from Filch's hand to Hagrid's suddenly.

Loren reached out and took the box. It was his first alchemy work, and it felt good to find it again.

"Charlie's friend said something about Norbert, the dragon, when he brought the box back."

"They said that researchers in Romania may not be able to hatch dragons so smoothly and raise them so healthy." Hagrid tried his best to draw the little wizard's attention away from the mysterious man just now, that's not what they should care about things.

No one wanted to mention the dragon thing, Harry looked straight at Hagrid, "Remember what you said the night we first met?"

That night, Hagrid had taught the Dursleys a lesson, had revealed something to Harry about that year, he had told Harry so.

"Some say he's dead. I think it's pure nonsense. I'm afraid he doesn't have much humanity left in him, so he can't possibly die."

Loren, Hermione and Ron were by the side, listening to the amazing news in silence.Trying to reduce my sense of existence, I wish I could wear an invisibility cloak on my body.

"Don't pay attention to what those centaurs say, they only care about the moon in the sky." Hagrid wanted to laugh and not talk about it.

"Hagrid, you know that Snape is looking for the Sorcerer's Stone!" Harry didn't want to listen to these foolish words anymore, he made the matter clear, "Voldemort is his master, and he wants to use the Sorcerer's Stone to resurrect himself."

"Enough!" Hagrid was angry at himself, "This is not something you should get involved in. There are levels set up by various professors under Lu Wei, and Professor Snape also participated. He is not that kind of person."

"And Voldemort, you little first-year wizards don't need to worry about it, Dumbledore will deal with him."

Hagrid always believed in Dumbledore, and with him, no one could offend Hogwarts.

Following the angry reprimand of the two, the atmosphere froze.Moonlight peeked out of the dark clouds, and a breeze played in their hair.

In the foyer, Hagrid turned and turned back.

Loren and the others stood on the steps, watching Hagrid stepping back under the white moonlight, the half-blood giant's figure was a bit desolate.

Feeling guilty for his tone just now, Harry opened his mouth, but nothing came out.

"Sleep well, Hagrid!" Loren yelled, not too loudly.

"What?" Hagrid turned around awkwardly, his voice loud.

Harry was still in a daze, but Hermione kicked him at the right moment.

Forced to react, Harry waved his hands and shouted clearly, "Sleep well!"

"You too!" Hagrid said with a smile in his voice.

The four little wizards then entered the door and walked into the dim corridor.

Nothing was said and no one apologized.But Harry just felt relieved, and even what happened tonight didn't seem so bad.

Harry wanted to talk about his scar, and the moment he saw the mysterious man, he almost lost consciousness in pain.

That mysterious man must have something to do with Voldemort. His scar hurt when he saw Snape at the opening banquet last time.Harry thought this was one of Snape's incriminating evidence.

But looking at Loren next to him, he thought that he could only tell Loren about such things after Snape was brought to justice.Let's wait until tomorrow to find a chance to talk to Hermione and Ron alone.

"I still think Hagrid is very powerful, and Snape will definitely not be able to beat him." Ron was still lamenting Hagrid's berserk fighting spirit.

Hermione's face was tense, "We must work harder to practice magic, we can't just run away like today."

She and Loren worked hard for a while, but then let go.

Loren was also reflecting on it. It seemed that since he learned the Iron Armor Curse and basic combat skills, he hadn't put much effort into improving his strength.Tonight, there is no chance to stay on the battlefield and set off signal flares.

"Let's practice duels with each other in the future." Harry also thought it was necessary, and he never wanted to experience the feeling of flying in the air waiting to die.

Ron was very excited, "How about we set up a dueling club and bring other little wizards into it?"

"It must be cool to have a lot of people sparring together."

"Senior students don't want to play with little kids. In the first grade, apart from the few of us, Malfoy should be the most powerful." Loren ruthlessly broke his fantasy, "Do you want to pull him together?"

I wanted to engage in "Dumbledore's Army" in the first grade, how could it be possible?

In the original book, Harry's reputation was enough, and he was able to pull up a team under the circumstances of internal and external troubles.Now they are still little kids in the eyes of others, probably not many people pay attention to them.

"Then us, the dueling society." Ron was still in high spirits, he was keen on this kind of thing, and it sounded cool.

Ron's shadow waved in the light, "Give us a name for our dueling society?"

"How about the "Far East Magic Siesta Association"? "Loren said in a sleepy voice.

"What does "Far East" mean?"

"Only understand the word magic."

"Sleeping in broad daylight, are you referring to yourself?"

The youthful voices melted into the faint candlelight, illuminating the road in the shadows at night.

Snape hid behind the doorpost, his bloodless face and satin robes like marble and shadow, half pale and half dark.

His right hand was clenched tightly, and an exquisite button was wrapped in his fist.

"These students are reminiscent of youth, don't you think, Severus?" Dumbledore stood under a lamp, his voice tinged with laughter.

Snape didn't answer.

Dumbledore went on, "Loren is a good student, isn't he?"

I don't know if it's Hogwarts students or students of other meanings.

Snape didn't answer the question, "Did you think about what happened today before you asked me to put pressure on Quirrell?"

Even in the face of the greatest wizard, he did not hesitate to show a sarcastic smile, "Unicorns are friends of wizards."

The dim candlelight cast a faint light behind Dumbledore, his face and beard were in a direction out of the light, and Snape's sneer could be clearly seen.

Dumbledore knew that Snape didn't know that Voldemort possessed Quirrell and hunted unicorns to support his collapsed body.Perhaps Snape thought that Quirrell was trying to gain evil power through the unicorn.

But Dumbledore knew very well that the two unicorns died because of his plan.He killed the two unicorns without doing anything, without intention, just a little negligence.

Silence, long silence.

A boy's dormitory in Gryffindor.

It's already very late, I walked a long way tonight, the little wizard who came back late is very sleepy.Harry and Ron fell asleep quickly after a brief wash.

The silver light passed, and Loren's consciousness sank into another space.

In the bright library, Flamel was reading "Bel Canto and the Origin of Hymns" with a pair of glasses, like an old pedant.

"I thought you wouldn't be here tonight." Flamel put his glasses on the tip of his nose, lowered his head, looked over the lenses, and looked at Loren.

"I think tonight is a bright day on Mars, do you have anything to remind me?" Loren asked.

"Actually, as I said, you can only rely on yourself for all interpretations. The help of outsiders will cause errors, and your disclosure of information will bring disasters to outsiders." Flamel said slowly, as if he didn't care .

Saying it was the same as not saying it, Loren didn't gain anything, quit the book of fantasy, and his figure disappeared in place.

The bright light in the library dimmed, and circles of water-like ripples appeared on Flamel's body, illuminating the surroundings.

Memories flood back hundreds of years, the Black Death, the Hebrew scholars and the Reformation are all distant things in the history books.

What was the name of Queen Elizabeth I's sister?

Flamel was lost in thought, and the library was plunged into darkness again.

With the moonlight through the window, Loren looked at the cover page of the "Book of Abraham" in front of him.

The soft and yellowed bark paper, the brass ring reflecting the light, and the imprints pressed on the paper are the same as before.

When I opened the title page, it was still the same as before, with a terrifying warning written on it.Then turn back, the snake on the stick, the snake on the cross, the snake in the spring.The picture is also the same as the original.

Loren can already understand part of the Hebrew-based text above, but it is impossible to interpret this book based on this.After flipping through the entire "Book of Abraham", he still didn't find any changes.

It's just that at some point, Neville's snoring disappeared, and the even breathing of the others also disappeared.

The originally quiet bedroom fell silent unconsciously, and goosebumps crept onto Loren's hands, back, and scalp.

He raised his head abruptly, but no one else in the dormitory was in sight.

The color of the empty bedroom was rapidly disappearing as Loren watched.

The yellow patterns on the curtains, the black wooden bed, the white clouds on the quilt, and the silver moonlight outside the window...

Everything in his eyes is fading and rapidly turning black and white, except for the "Book of Abraham" in front of him.

A great fear enveloped Loren, magic?when?He didn't notice it at all.

He forced himself to calm down.

It can't be that this book really changed Hogwarts, with Dumbledore, nothing can take away the color of Hogwarts.

He also didn't have any feeling of being teleported, whether it was [Apparition] or [Portkey], he would feel strong discomfort.And in Hogwarts, defensive magic prohibits space teleportation.

The greatest possibility is that he was drawn into the illusion by this book unconsciously.

If he can't wake up, tomorrow at the latest, his roommate will be able to discover his abnormality and seek help from the professor.

Either way, he's safe now.Loren flipped through the book in front of him, and the pictures and text remained the same without any strange reaction.

Then we should find the answer from this illusion.

Turning over and getting out of bed, Loren began to explore this weird space.

He pulled the slippers and turned around between the beds in the dormitory. The sound of friction between the slippers and the floor was particularly obvious in the silent space.

Apart from losing its color, the bedroom has no other mystery.Looking out through the window, not only the moonlight, but also the distant mountains and forests have turned into dead black, white and gray.

The area outside the bedroom must be scoured.Loren prepared himself mentally, pushed open the door of the dormitory, and walked out.

In an instant, the tones of black, white and gray turned into colorful.The simple small wooden door of the dormitory turned into an exquisite door decorated with gold lacquer, and the single door became one side of a double door.

Originally, this door was connected to the corridor of the Gryffindor tower, but now Loren entered a luxurious palace lobby.

Pure white marble and deep red carpet covered the hall, which was empty.On the high platform in front, there is a golden throne.

On the dome, a huge candlestick in the middle emits bright light, matching the four walls and the candlesticks at the four corners, illuminating the lobby without a single shadow.

Looking around, there is no other exit, the palace lobby is completely enclosed.He turned back and tugged at the door just now, but it didn't move at all, it couldn't be opened anymore.

Loren didn't want to yell "Is anyone there?" If there was someone here, there would be a problem.

All clues point to that throne.

Loren stepped forward quickly, stepped up the steps, and looked at the throne.

The exquisite craftsmanship carved lions resting on their stomachs, girls playing harps, and knights with spears and shields.

Rubies, sapphires, and precious stones of all colors are inlaid on it.Everywhere is showing the dignity of the seat owner.

The weirdest thing was that there was a mirror on the throne cushion.

A delicate, half-man-sized mirror.

The mirror faces down, and the back of the mirror is also made of gold, inlaid with gemstones of various colors.

Loren turned the mirror over carefully, wanting to check the mirror.

"Cuckoo~"

The crisp and weird girl's laughter suddenly sounded, echoing in the palace.

Loren's pupils contracted, and what was reflected in the mirror was not his face, but a girl wearing a crown.

The girl's skin was almost morbidly pale, her plump lips were bright red, and she stared straight into Loren's eyes.

The silent hall, the weird laughter, and the face in the mirror that is not her own.

Everything here stimulates Loren's adrenaline.

(End of this chapter)