days at Hogwarts

Chapter 122 About the East
"Dumbledore?" Loren tugged at Dumbledore's hand.

Dumbledore lowered his head, "Do you have any thoughts on what just happened?"

Loren hesitated for a moment, "I don't think Harry needs to forgive them, nor does he have to treat them as relatives."

"Loren, I always believe that family affection is beautiful, and there is great power in this beautiful emotion." Dumbledore smiled very gently.

"But," Loren said, "the hurt caused by relatives is also the most profound, isn't it?"

After hearing Loren's words, Dumbledore fell silent.

Many years ago, his parents left the three Dumbledore brothers and sisters successively. The younger sister, Ariana, was seriously ill and needed someone to take care of her at any time.

He was so gifted that he was chained to Godric's Valley by his family.He always felt that such a life was boring, boring and boring.Don't think I deserve to be locked in that small place.

Was Ariana hurt by him at that time, because he caused Ariana's death, and how much harm did this bring to Albusford?

"We always realize the preciousness of family affection after we have caused harm."

Dumbledore's voice seemed to be suppressed, "I sincerely hope that Harry can gain real affection."

Loren couldn't agree, "But Harry has lived a life that cats and dogs are inferior to as long as he can remember."

He looked at Dumbledore seriously, "This kind of injury will follow him for the rest of his life."

"Sleeping in a big bed at Hogwarts, he would think that the storage room he had been sleeping in at the Dursleys' house. Seeing Professor McGonagall transfiguring a fat pig, he would want to turn Dudley into a fat pig. When you see the cream cake on the table, you will think of the cream cake left over from Dudley's birthday, throw it away and don't give it to him."

"This kind of thing has been going on for ten years since he can remember. When he sees cream cakes, game consoles, and countless things, he may think of the pain, sadness, and resentment of the past ten years."

"There's no reason why Harry puts up with all the abuse when they adopted Harry. Harry owes them, but has the right to hate them."

Dumbledore tightened his grip on Loren's hand.

"But if they really become a loving family, all the good actions will instead become a medium to induce painful memories, but at that time he can't hate them, wouldn't it be more painful?"

After Loren finished speaking, he felt Dumbledore's little finger twitch twice.

Dumbledore said: "You are right, I should respect Harry's choice."

The topic ended here, Loren was not the person involved, he just expressed his opinion, and quickly put these things behind him.

After Harry learned magic, it would be very difficult for the Dursleys to bully others, not to mention there was Sirius backing them up, so there was nothing to worry about.

There was silence on the dark streets of Privet Drive.

Two figures, one old and one young, walked out of the streets of Privet Drive, and bunches of firefly-like lights returned to the street lamps, illuminating the dim road.

He looked curiously at the Deluminator. As an alchemy apprentice, he was very interested in this kind of thing.

"Deluminator? I read about that in the book that introduced you."

"Is there a limit to the light source absorbed?"

"What happens if you don't put them back?"

The chirping questions allowed Dumbledore to come out of his past memories and reflections on Harry's education, and relieved his depressed heart a little.

He replied: "It's a trivial little invention, I didn't know that books are written in such detail now."

"what!"

Loren has long wanted to complain about the book introducing wizards in the wizarding world, "Speaking of which, the book introducing Nicole even includes where he lives in seclusion."

Dumbledore chuckled twice, restraining all bad emotions in front of the child.

Loren went on to say: "The place where you live in seclusion is written, so is that still called living in seclusion?"

Dumbledore didn't answer this question, he led Loren and walked forward, "Your grandpa Bates hasn't come back, where are you going next? You are not allowed to stay in Hogwarts during the summer vacation, except for Minerva and Faye. Elky, other professors will leave the castle one after another."

"I thought professors made their homes in castles?"

"Professors have lives of their own."

"Where's Professor McGonagall? Doesn't she?"

As if Dumbledore didn't hear this sentence, he led Loren to continue walking.

Minerva enjoyed life at Hogwarts.

"We've left the Muggle community, why don't we teleport back to Hogwarts?" Loren noticed something was wrong as he walked.

He looked at Dumbledore warily, and asked, "You want to buy Muggle candy again?"

Dumbledore nodded calmly, "When you are in a bad mood, you should eat something sweet."

Loren shook Dumbledore's arm, "Then your idea will come to naught."

He had an expression on his face that you didn't understand, "You are a wizard, you don't know, Muggle shops rarely stay open until late at night, and now you can't buy candy."

"Actually, I know more about Muggles than you think."

Dumbledore made a showy tone, "I have a scar on my knee in the shape of the London Underground map."

Loren didn't react for a moment, and his mind was a little dazed.

what?
A subway map etched into his knee?
There were so many flaws in this matter that he didn't know where to start.

Loren looked at Dumbledore like a fool.

Say you don't understand Muggles.

You're also exposed to something so modern, industrial, like the subway.

Say you know Muggles.

You have the London Underground map etched on your knee.

Isn't this thing available on every platform?

Loren felt that for wizards, things like subways might also be very shocking.

After thinking about it, he still asked, "Is there any story in it?"

"There is no story, I just want to explain that I also know Muggles very well." Dumbledore blinked mischievously, "So I know where to buy candy late at night."

Their figures flickered in the darkness of London night, disappeared on the street, and appeared at the end of the street the next moment.After walking a few steps outside, the figure began to flicker again.

In the last second, Loren saw the cricket field on the right, and in the next second it turned into a medical school.

Loren once again lamented the power of Dumbledore, the old wizard. The short-distance apparation was as easy as drinking water, and he also took care of his body sensation as a passenger. He didn't feel any discomfort at all.

Dumbledore Express, praise.

"I feel that the way you look at me is impolite." Dumbledore stopped on a street.

Just as Loren was about to retort, he noticed the strange building in front of him out of the corner of his eye, and was stunned.

In front of it stands a strangely shaped building, with two pillars supporting a two-story arched structure, on which various strange and rare animals are carved and painted with wood.

Here it is, Chinatown.

Dumbledore took Loren to a small shop with a red lantern hanging at the door. Inside the lantern was a small shop with light bulbs. He bought some halva, toffee, and small twists with syrup in authentic London English.

Loren was silent all the way, looking at this strange place, which was incompatible with London's painting style.But it was such an incompatible style that made him suddenly feel a strong, indescribable mood.

Until being brought out by Dumbledore, Loren was still immersed in the street scene just now for a long time.

"This group of people from the far eastern countries, their shops are always open until late at night, and even deeper at night." Dumbledore was biting a small twist in his mouth, and his teeth did not look like a 100-year-old old man at all. .

Seeing that Loren was a little absent-minded, and didn't even notice the twist he handed over, Dumbledore asked, "Are you all right?"

Only then did Loren come back to his senses, and pretended to yawn, "I'm a little sleepy."

He picked up a piece of mahua and chewed it crunchily, feeling that a certain part of his heart was being filled bit by bit.

Dumbledore went on to talk about the topic just now, "What a hardworking group of people."

Loren looked back, and the night in Chinatown was brighter than other places.

Yes, what a hardworking group of people.

Accompanied by the unique physical sensation of long-distance Apparition and the itch of the navel, Dumbledore and Loren returned to Hogwarts again.Because it's not Fox's teleportation, they still have to go a bit.

There is no light in the wilderness, but the bright light shines softly, and the footsteps rustle on the grass leaves. This section of the road is not difficult to walk.

Dumbledore walked around while eating snacks, very leisurely.He obviously enjoyed this kind of night very much. The cool and quiet summer night made people unconsciously calm down and dissipate the emotions in his heart.

Loren pretended to be busy, and couldn't wait any longer. After finishing speaking, he ran to the dormitory, "Goodbye, principal, I'll go back to sleep first."

After washing up as quickly as possible, Loren jumped towards the bed and projected himself onto the bed, without looking at it, and felt his finger on the fantasy book under the pillow.

A flash of silver light flashed, Loren's consciousness was immersed, and then he opened his eyes and was in the bright library.

"Flamel!" Loren yelled loudly.

Flamel's erratic figure came out from behind Loren, "You look very excited."

"Is there a magic school in China?" Loren asked impatiently.

He was touched by Chinatown to some deep memories, and he kept thinking about this question on the way back.

Maybe after graduation, he can become a foreign teacher or something, and he can also learn traditional magic.

Yu Yugadim Sword Leviosa Shu is very exciting just thinking about it.

"Why are you asking this?" Flamel was interested.

Loren tried his best to suppress the smile on the corner of his mouth, looking less excited, "Just ask, ask."

Flamel looked at him suspiciously, "On the mountain in the east, there is an ancient magic school, but it has almost no contact with the outside world. Instead, there is another school called "Magic Institute", which is applying to join the International Federation of Wizards recently. meeting.But it does not mean that there are only two schools, the situation inside is very complicated. "

Loren's interested and attentive appearance made Flamel very useful.

He slowly said: "In the 16th century, Nico traveled to the East and came into contact with some Eastern wizards."

"There is no school like Hogwarts in the East, and their teaching model is more like traditional wizards. The teacher leads the apprentice, and the teacher teaches the apprentice what the teacher knows."

Loren listened, unconsciously grinning again.

Master, apprentice.

Thinking of the disadvantages of the traditional master-student, he asked worriedly, "Isn't this incomplete development, and it's easy to make a difference?"

"It's not exactly like this. They don't have a school, but they have another model and are divided into different factions." Flamel was a little confused, "It's hard for me to explain to you what kind of model it is, but the quality of their teaching is also very good."

The smile on Loren's mouth widened.

I understand.

Flamel didn't talk about the school anymore, but instead talked about what impressed him deeply, "Unlike us, their relationship with Muggles is handled very well, and there is no contradiction between pure blood, half blood and Muggles."

Loren felt proud and proud in his heart.

"After entering the new era, Eastern wizards and their government seem to have reached a bill similar to the secrecy law, which is the same as us."

Loren thinks this is right, "Muggles have their own civilization and ways."

"What is the magic of the East?" Loren asked immediately, is it what he thought?
Spells correspond to enchantments.

The magic weapon corresponds to alchemy.

Pills correspond to potions.

"Just as African magic is very different from ours, Eastern magic is completely different from ours, and they are used to using their fingers as magic wands," Flamel said.

"Hahahaha!" Hearing the first sentence, Loren couldn't help laughing.

That's a trick, a handprint.

What does it mean to use your finger as a magic wand?

Flamel stopped talking and looked at Loren indifferently.

Stared at by such eyes, Loren stopped laughing slowly, and finally stopped completely.

"There are some travel notes compiled by Nico in the library, you can read them yourself." After Flamel finished speaking, he turned around and drifted away.

In the distance, Loren heard a small murmur.

"It's not a good idea to ask people a question. What's so funny about it? Just like the group of Orientals, they laugh when they point to a magic wand."

"I haven't been active in my studies recently. Hogwarts is on vacation, and Book of Fantasy is not on vacation."

Loren didn't look sideways and pretended not to hear anything.

Recently, because Grandpa Bates's werewolf disease has come to an end, he has indeed had much less time to study with Flamel.

What's the matter?

Why can't the book of fantasy be put on summer vacation?

……

Office of the Headmaster of Hogwarts.

It was pitch black, with only part of the moonlight penetrating through the window.The sound of rattling reverberated in the room, and the noise made the silence more obvious.

This is the sound of teeth crushing twists, and halva, oriental candies are so special.

Dumbledore was insomnia again, and he sat behind the desk, talking non-stop.

What happened to Harry and Loren's words jumped out of Dumbledore's mind when he was alone, and played repeatedly in front of his eyes.No Pensieve will be clearer than this.

Dumbledore was a little confused, not only about Harry's family affection, but also his reflection on himself.

With Tom's example in front of him and his own experience, he took it for granted that making Harry feel affection and love was the right way.

Putting Harry in foster care with his uncle and aunt was also mixed with this kind of consideration, but he underestimated the complexity of people...

(End of this chapter)