days at Hogwarts

Chapter 15 Conversation with Dumbledore
"Of course, I'd be happy to be a listener." Dumbledore looked at Professor McGonagall at the door, telling her to go back to rest first.

Professor McGonagall didn't pay much attention, and turned to go out.

The freshmen often have self-righteous and amazing discoveries, perhaps the moving armor in the castle, or some secret passages behind the portraits.Even if there is really a big discovery, the principal will tell himself that he would like to push all the work to himself and retire early.

Dumbledore fumbled under the table for another box of candy, but it wasn't the cockroach pile.The headmaster doesn't have much in stock, so he has to keep it for himself.

Loren first described what he saw at the sorting ceremony, the scar on Harry's forehead, the strange shadow on Professor Snape's arm, and Professor Quirrell's strange scarf.

Loren had some guesses about this. Professor Snape had an indelible mark of the Dark Lord on his arm, and Harry's scar contained Voldemort's soul fragments.But in view of some little secrets that cannot be said, he cannot speak out these thoughts.

Dumbledore narrowed his eyes thoughtfully.

Snape's situation didn't need to be said much, but Harry's situation seemed to be worse than he thought.

As for Professor Quirrell, after returning from Albania, the smell on his body became more and more obvious day by day. Wearing that extra scarf was just a poor performance.

Based on this, he devised a wonderful plan, and he believed that the fish would be hooked soon.

"Loren, you have extraordinary talents, not just your eyes." Dumbledore looked seriously at Loren who was putting lemon sherbet into his mouth.

Loren opened his mouth, stuck for a moment, a little puzzled, does he have any talents that he hasn't noticed?
Dumbledore could see Loren's doubts: "I am willing to share unique secrets with people I have just met, maybe because I am the headmaster, but willingness to entrust trust is an extremely rare quality."

The principal began to talk about Loren's eyes again: "Magic perception is a profound skill. Some students may not be able to learn it even after graduation. You are a big step ahead."

"What about the principal, can you see those strange things too?" Loren asked.

The corners of Dumbledore's mouth curled up, pretending to be reserved, "Maybe it's not that clear, but I can still see something."

"Is it Animagus too? What about apparition?" Loren was also curious about this three-no cheat.

"Hehe, keep it secret." As he spoke, he smiled mysteriously at Loren.

"Then it's strange that you saw Ron Weasley's mouse?" Although he was a little speechless to the old urchin, Loren still wanted to speed up the plot.

"Oh, Weasley boy, I didn't pay attention to this, and I didn't even know he had his own pet mouse. I know their parents better. Arthur and Molly..."

It seemed that he wanted to continue, but Dumbledore stopped in time: "You know, when you get old, you always like to talk about the past.".

"Let's talk about the mouse anyway."

Loren swallowed the candy: "The first time I saw that mouse, I saw something similar to Professor McGonagall's cat."

Dumbledore's face turned serious, and he became serious: "You mean, that mouse is also an Animagus."

"I think so." Loren began to add the information he knew: "That mouse has been in Ron's house for more than ten years, and it used to be Percy's pet."

"It's not a friendly move for a wizard to hide in someone else's house." Dumbledore's tone was subconsciously majestic.

"Are we going to catch him?"

"No, we'd better leave him alone for the time being."

Dumbledore expressed his thoughts, "An evil wizard has been hiding for more than ten years. We can't be sure if he has done anything to the Weasley family. If he caused irreparable damage to Ron or others, This is unacceptable to all of us.”

The world of magic is very magical, with strange curses and black magic emerging one after another. More than ten years is enough to plant a curse on the Weasley family. Dumbledore's worries are justified.

"But..." Loren is in a hurry now, he knows the cause and effect, but he can't say it out.

Dumbledore thought that Loren just wanted to catch the bad guys first, and he already had an arrangement in his mind: "Now, I have a task for you."

As he spoke, Dumbledore waved his wand, and a star flew over from the window and landed on his palm.The warm yellow glowing light hovered over the old man's palm.

Loren noticed that Dumbledore's hands were rough, but there were not many wrinkles.It doesn't look very old, but is as thick and powerful as the hands of a man in his 40s, even Grandpa Bates can't compare.

He stretched out his hand to Loren, and Loren passed over his right hand in a daze.

The star fell on Loren's palm, and the light sank into the child's immature hand, like the moon falling into a quiet lake, and finally a coin-sized four-pointed star pattern appeared on Loren's palm.

"I need you to stick this star on that mouse in a way that no one will notice." Dumbledore winked at Loren.

Loren finally accepted the task in a daze. As for other plans, Dumbledore didn't say anything.

It wasn't until Loren walked a certain distance that he realized: Isn't this fooling the child, the key thing was not mentioned at all.

"There are so many eyes." Loren murmured.

It was not too late at this time, and candles were still burning in the corridor.

Filch and Mrs. Norris, Filch's caretaker of the castle, and Mrs. Norris, Filch's cat, did not start patrolling until a little later.

Gryffindor's password today is "pig nose".In the lounge, Ron was sitting on a chair in front of the fireplace, teaching Harry how to play wizard chess, Hermione was reading a book in the lounge, and Gryffindor students from other grades also gathered in twos and threes, playing and studying .

Loren walked into the lounge, Hermione looked up, then turned her head away and breathed a sigh of relief.

Although the man had behaved badly and didn't want to forgive him yet, Hermione didn't want Loren to actually be fired either.

Here, Harry beckoned Loren over to play together.Loren is interested in Wizard Chess, but has other things to do now.

"Ron, remember when you wanted to turn your mouse yellow, on the train?" Loren already had plans.

"Yes, but it failed. What are you talking about?"

"By the way, I asked Professor McGonagall some questions about the Transfiguration Curse. You can try it now. Can you borrow your mouse?"

Ron hesitated, he liked his pet very much.But after Loren took out a handful of lemon sherbets, Ron felt that it was normal for pets to be lent to friends.

Loren pretended to take the mouse.

Banban was soundly asleep and didn't respond.This is like an ordinary mouse, only a little bigger than Loren's palm.

Feeling the soft and warm touch of the skin and flesh on his hand through the sparse short hair, Loren had a feeling, as if a hard pinch could squeeze the bone stubble of this mouse out of the flesh and blood.

There is an impulse in his heart, tempting him to pinch it.

Letting out a breath, shaking off the inexplicable feeling, Loren put on a show, "Daisies, sweet cream and sunshine, turn this fat mouse yellow."

The mouse didn't respond at all, and was still sleeping.

Loren returned the mouse: "It doesn't look good."

"If you want me to say, there is something wrong with the spell, we can't use it."

Ron happily stuffed lemon sherbet into his mouth, and gave Harry a few: "Let's play wizard chess!"

"You two go ahead, I'll take a look first." Loren sat down firmly.

Looking up, the four-pointed star in the palm has disappeared.

(End of this chapter)