days at Hogwarts

Chapter 153

Late at night, in a hotel near the sea in Sunderland.

Wendell still felt a little unreal. He was still weighing the weight of the capelin he caught a few hours ago, and he went ashore in a blink of an eye, and stayed in a high-end hotel as compensation.

The ticket was refunded at full price, and the accommodation and return travel expenses were also compensated. After spending so many days in vain, Bates felt that it was a good deal. He smiled and said, "Go to bed early, and you have to go back to London tomorrow morning."

It was indeed very late, and everyone was a little tired, especially Loren and Hermione, who were exhausted.After saying good night to each other, they went back to their respective rooms, washed and rested.

The bright lights in the hotel room were turned off, and the moonlight outside seemed softer.

"Azkaban, dementors..." Loren was lying on the bed, playing with the black stone in his hands, recalling what happened today.

Magic is weakening day by day, wizards are not as good as one generation after another, and the entire magic world seems to be surging, but it is always like a pool of stagnant water.Only occasionally Dumbledore, a fish like Voldemort jumping out of the water, splashing the waves.

No matter how the situation changes, the wizarding world will still focus on the second confrontation between Dumbledore and Voldemort in the next few years.

Is this Azkaban riot a plan of the Death Eaters, and how are they planning to bring Voldemort back?
Loren didn't know the answer, and his brain was full of thoughts, and various thoughts kept popping up.

Nagini was restored to human form, and if Voldemort used other things to create another Horcrux, he would lose his first-mover advantage.

Harry put aside for the time being, Ravenclaw's crown has been taken away by Dumbledore, the diary will appear in the next school year, and there are only three Horcruxes left.

Gaunt's ring, Slytherin's locket, Hufflepuff's cup.

"We need to speed up the Horcrux mission..." Loren muttered, his complicated thoughts gradually blurred.

It was late at night, and he fell into a deep sleep.

……

The dim light shone down from the surface of the water, and Loren's consciousness kept sinking.

"Where is this?" He tried to open his eyes, trying to see the scene in front of him clearly, but he couldn't see clearly with his hazy vision.

As if at the bottom of the water, there was a biting chill everywhere, and the noisy sound of water and bubbles came from my ears, but I couldn't hear anything clearly, I could only feel that he was sinking non-stop.

The perception of time becomes blurred under the influence of the dream. I don't know how long it has passed, it may be a moment, or it may be a long time.

"Little Loren, do you know what is the best food?" A gentle voice sounded.

Loren blinked, and a bald middle-aged man appeared in front of him, wearing a priest's attire, with a warm smile on his face.

"I don't know, Mr. Bumble. But it's definitely not potatoes." The child's immature voice sounded with a milky voice.

Mr. Bumble! ?

Mr. Bumble of the Orphanage!
And this voice was his voice when he was a child.

So, this is my memory?A thought came to Loren's mind.

But he has no impression of this scene at all,

Loren wanted to move and check his surroundings, but no matter what movement instructions he sent out in his mind, his body didn't respond, and he was limited to this perspective.

"It's the flesh of a pure child!" The gentle voice of the middle-aged man suddenly became sinister, with a ferocious smile on his face.

Little Loren was startled, almost stopped breathing, and after a while of reaction, little Loren's childish voice sounded: "Are you going to kill me here?"

The voice was calm and calm, not like a child at all.

"Hahaha!" Bumble seemed very satisfied with his performance, his voice was morbidly obsessed, "Yes, that's it, since you were assigned to this orphanage, I knew that you are a child favored by the Lord. "

"You are smarter than other children, I will send your soul to thank the Lord for the gift, ho ho ho ha ha ha!" The muscles on Bumble's face were twitching, full of madness, "and the body, will become My medicine!"

Little Loren wanted to call for help, but he opened his mouth forcefully, his lips moved only slightly, and no sound came out.

As if seeing his doubts, Bumble took the initiative to explain: "Psychotropic drugs were prescribed to me by a doctor outside the church. I stopped taking them a few years ago. He didn't know that you little angels are my soul." medicine."

Loren, who reviewed this memory through perception, had a huge wave in his heart, so Bumble was a psychopath, and even killed children and ate corpses. In the past, he mixed biscuits with drugs.

He almost died in the orphanage!

Bumble began to flip through his suitcase, took out a notebook, and wrote on it: "Let me see, Maxwell, Isabella...you happen to be the seventh, and 7 is a magic number..."

While chattering, Bumble spread nylon cloth on the floor, a large sheet that almost covered the floor of the room: "This will keep your blood from leaving traces, you don't know, it's getting harder and harder for the police now Entangled."

He is very meticulous, carefully smoothing every fold on the nylon cloth, trying to make it fit the ground very flat.

It took a long time to lay the nylon carpet. He stood up and straightened his back: "Don't worry, Joyce will not be sad. I will tell her that a kind and well-off family adopted you."

"It won't hurt, this medicine is very effective." Bumble approached with a small knife in his hand, as if comforting a child, with a gentle and kind smile on his face.

When death was about to come, little Loren's eyes suddenly burst into bright crystal blue light, and Bumble seemed to be hit on the head with a sledgehammer, and passed out.

The blue light in front of him became brighter and brighter, but his vision became more and more blurred. Finally, he closed his eyes and the world plunged into darkness.

Before falling asleep, he heard someone break into the door, and then a pair of warm hands protected him. It was Joyce's voice: "Loren, hold on!"

"Ms. Maggie! Ms. Maggie..." Joyce's anxious voice gradually faded away.

The sound became farther and farther away, more and more blurred, and finally returned to the sound of sinking into the bottom of the water. It was so noisy that nothing could be heard clearly.

Loren's consciousness was slightly clearer, but he didn't wake up. The sense of weightlessness hit him, and he began to sink again.

It's just that the sound of grunting in the water not only did not disappear, but became louder and louder. Amidst such harsh noise, a new picture unfolded.

He couldn't see anything clearly, he could only see a dim blue in front of him, like a piece of blue cloth covering his sight.

Then a cloud of bright red burst open, dyeing the blue cloth the color of blood, and he heard screams from far away, terrible, panicked, begging screams.

There seemed to be chaos outside and something terrible had happened.

But before Loren could feel it carefully, his eyes were covered by a blue light again. The noise became louder and closer, and gradually penetrated from his ears to his brain, as if it was about to explode his skull.

"hiss!"

"Huh-huh-huh." Loren suddenly sat up on the bed, breathing heavily.

As if breaking the surface of the water and getting out, those noisy voices became clear and became smaller, and then gradually disappeared, and everything returned to tranquility.

He swallowed a mouthful of saliva, moistened his throat, and let the heart that was blocked in his throat go down in one breath.

Outside the window, the moonlight was shining brightly. Everything he saw just now seemed like a dream, but Loren was sure it was not a dream. The nylon carpet, Bumble's grin, and the blue fabric that day was gradually soaked with blood, all of this was too much. clear.

He was sure that it was his memory, the memory of the traverser Loren.

Before tonight, he always thought that Bumble's departure from the orphanage was a normal transfer, but now it seems that he was arrested after the incident.As for the orphanage's concealment of this matter, it's perfectly normal.

If a staff member of a cannibalistic orphanage is reported, the government, the church, and the orphanage will be affected as well. The best option is to conceal this matter.

And he stunned Bumble suddenly, it should be the result of the awakening of magic, the result of the riot of magic power. Under the crisis of life and death, he spontaneously drove the magic power to stun Bumble.

Thinking of that person made Loren feel nauseous, so why did he lose that memory, and he still missed Bumble afterwards.

Was it because of the drug Bumble had given him?
Or was it the blue light that appeared in front of my eyes during the magic riot?

There is also the sky-blue cloth soaked in blood that appeared in the latter scene, which directly overturned Loren's self-identity all along.He thought that he had traveled here when the original owner had a car accident, but now it seems that is not the case.

There was a hole in his memory, and this discovery made Loren feel a little uneasy, not an uneasy perception of danger, but an urgency to pursue his own integrity.

Human memory is the cornerstone of self-cognition, and Loren is eager to find that missing memory.

"It seems that I have to find time to go back to the orphanage." Loren thought to himself, pinching the stone unconsciously with his fingers.

It doesn't feel right... Loren held the stone in front of his eyes and looked around.

"It looks a little bigger." Loren said to himself.

In order to verify his conjecture, Loren put the stone next to his pillow, and said, "【Call God for Guard】"

The dementor was originally burned into a stone under the light of the patron saint. If the stone becomes larger, it can be shrunk again by roasting it with the light of the patron saint.

He controlled the magic power, did not summon the giant whale, and wrapped the stone with silver-white light.

Under this light, Loren felt much more stable inside.

The surface of the black stone was smooth, but it couldn't reflect the light. Under the light of the patron saint, it slowly shrank by a size and returned to the appearance it had just boarded the ship.

Loren's face was full of surprise, so his nightmare, or memory tonight, was drawn out by this stone.

Even if only a small piece is left after being burned, it still maintains the instinct of a dementor, awakening people's despair and pain, and robbing people of happiness.

And after absorbing his emotions, Shizi has grown to a certain extent.Can it be concluded that after receiving sufficient emotional nourishment, a new dementor will be born.

"Really, evil creatures." Loren exclaimed.

Although he really wanted to retrieve that memory, Loren didn't want to use this Dementor Stone, he didn't want to use emotions to supply this stone.For the sake of safety, Loren didn't dare to take it to sleep anymore, but made a wooden box with Transfiguration and put it aside.

……

Crabbe Manor.

Porcelain vases, historic wooden tables, all smashed to pieces and scattered on the floor.

Old Crabbe kicked Vincent Crabbe into the corner.

Although he was taller and stronger than his peers, Vincent was only 12 years old. He couldn't resist this huge force, and his body hit the wall with a dull sound.

"You, you, how dare you!" Old Crabbe's face was full of violence and anger, "You dare to contact werewolves and let them break into Azkaban!"

Old Crabbe walked back and forth in the room, his hard-soled leather shoes made a loud sound on the wooden floor, and a dangerous aura spread out, as if he was about to strike at any time, "How dare you use my name!"

He couldn't help but quickly walked up to Vincent, grabbed Vincent's neckline with both hands, and stared closely at his eyes, "What do you want to do, do you want to kill our family?"

Vincent looked at the bloodshot eyes bulging in his father's eyes, and remained silent without answering.

Old Crabbe picked up Vincent and threw it to the ground: "If your cousin hadn't killed the beast directly during the interrogation, you can find me in Azkaban now, and visit your dear father!"

"7000 Galleons, I spent a full 7000 Galleons to get your cousin and his partner to agree to keep it secret. I have never spent such a large amount of money since the Death Eater trial."

He turned his head and shouted, "What the hell are you trying to do!"

Vincent still didn't answer, just lowered his head silently, letting old Crabbe beat and scold him.

No matter what mistakes Vincent made, he was old Crabbe's son, and he couldn't be killed.Old Crabbe let off steam and left angrily, his footsteps making a "thump" on the floorboards.

Vincent, who had been lowering his head all the time, raised his eyes and watched his father's back gradually disappear, his eyes were far away, "How can I tell you?"

The last time I told you that the Dark Lord was coming back, within a week, the entire pure-blood family knew about it, and the Ministry of Magic also knew about it.

Although Vincent was not very bright, he also understood that his father was not a reliable Death Eater.And those older pure-blooded Death Eaters, or Death Eaters outside of Azkaban, were not loyal to the Dark Lord.

"Only by myself..." The boy's voice was soft, but his violence was exactly the same as his father's.

……

Ministry of Magic, an ordinary office.

Dolores Umbridge, who was wearing a pink dress, sorted out the documents on the desktop and finished working overtime today.

It is said that she is not the same as those low-level laborers under the Ministry of Magic, and she does not need to work overtime, but this is her voluntary.

Standing up, she straightened a small black velvet bow on her short curly hair, patted her broad, flabby face, and said in a sweet voice: "At this time, submit the "Anti-Werewolf Act" , the Minister will definitely recognize my talent."

The euphoric tone changed, and the voice was also high-pitched and sweet, like a girl, but full of resentment, "Those beasts, dog-like things, should all be executed!"

(End of this chapter)