days at Hogwarts

Chapter 159
Flammel glanced across the sky, looking at an unknown distance, and it seemed that the place he was looking at did not exist, it was nothingness.

After a long thought, he said slowly: "There are no gods in this world. Anyone who wants to become a god and surpass all life will be rejected by life and the world."

"Don't be fooled by his tricks, when you grow up, everything will have an answer."

Loren didn't speak. Voldemort may have had the idea of ​​confusing him before he died, so what he said must be half true and false.Flamel's words show that this is not something he should know, at least not now.

"Then what are Morgan's descendants? I always thought I was born in a Muggle family, and my parents were ordinary people." Loren asked.

Flamel smiled: "I don't know your parents, but I think they may indeed be ordinary people. It's just that the surname Morgan is very special, and it involves another great wizard."

His illusory hand rubbed Loren's hair twice, trying to smooth out the blown hair, but the light and shadow just passed through, and it was difficult for illusion and reality to meet.

"When you start school, go ask Dumbledore. He knows more about this than I do." After Flamel finished speaking, he turned into a ray of light and flew back to the book of fantasy.

Loren has complicated thoughts, sages, gods, and the mysterious Morgan wizard, what are these things...

He used to think that after seeing the ending of this world and understanding the truth of the world, he would always have the mentality of sitting on Mount Tai.But when the real face of the world unfolds to him, it is full of scenery that he has never known before.

The "Book of Abraham", Nicol's dream, Trelawney's prophecy... What he once thought was just a coincidence and good luck seemed to have been arranged by fate.

……

Malfoy Manor.

Lucius held a blue peacock plume vase in front of his eyes, looked at it again and again, with a happy smile on his face, obviously very satisfied with this newly acquired collection.

"Dad," Draco stood aside, speaking with hesitation in his tone, "You have a strange attitude towards the Weasley family today. Why? Do you really support pure blood?"

click!

The porcelain vase collided with the cabinet, making a soft noise.Lucius put the vase back on the table and said leisurely, "Pure blood, that's just an excuse."

"This group of people, if they want to do things in a high-sounding manner, and want to win the support of some people, they will move out this big banner. Then use this reason to achieve their own goals."

All the prohibited items were cleared out, and even the diary that the Dark Lord asked him to keep, he moved it without anyone noticing. Lucius, who was in a very good mood, couldn't help but say a few more words:

"Draco, you have to remember that there are no pure-blood interests, Muggle interests, or anything else. All interests belong to their own interests."

"You see, the Weasleys are also a pure-blood family. Is there anyone to help them when their family is in trouble?" Lucius seemed to find this very funny, and couldn't help laughing, "Even those old guys, They'll just watch Weasley fade away."

"If supporting pure blood can gain benefits, then support pure blood, if supporting Muggles can reap benefits, then support Muggles."

"Only interests are friends forever."

Draco listened dumbfounded to this speech, which was completely different from the concept he had always held, and he couldn't help but ask, "But what about Slytherin's claim? What about the glory of pure blood?"

Lucius looked at Draco's face and felt that Draco, his son, was a little... less Malfoy.

"Listen, whether it's pure blood or Muggle, I only support the glory of the Malfoy family. For thousands of years, the ancestors have passed the Malfoy family to me, and I will definitely take care of it to you."

"And you..." Lucius was silent.Obviously, he had neglected to discipline his son all these years, and Draco might have absorbed Narcissa's simple thoughts.

Lucius, who was no longer in a happy mood, went straight upstairs, and he wanted to have a good talk with Narcissa.As the heir of the Malfoy family, I can no longer be stupid.

As a result of the conversation, he had somehow agreed to change equipment for the Slytherin Quidditch team in exchange for Draco's place on the team.

"Did Severus Snape bewitch you! Did he threaten you with Draco!" An angry voice came from upstairs, and the words were full of exasperation.

……

In Albania, Lake Ohrid stretches endlessly, and the mirror-like blue lake reflects the sky and mountains.Winter here has not come yet, but the temperature is already very cold.

Voldemort thought so.

Three months ago, he was kicked out of Hogwarts again, and returned here again, living a life like a maggot.Just like 11 years ago.

He was just a weak ghost now, and any dark wizard could inflict torture on him. For the former Dark Lord, living in such a state was a shame in itself.

Fortunately, he was used to such a shame during those ten years.Abandoning part of reason and part of human existence will make the ghost feel more comfortable.

Winter is not easy, he is as humble as a snake, but he cannot hibernate like a snake.

Lake Ohrid doesn't freeze, and the presence of water means animals gather.But when he is possessed by a group animal, other animals in the group will be afraid of the cold aura on him, and after getting along for a period of time, this fear will turn into rejection.

The irrational beasts are extremely barbaric, and the means of expressing disgust in animals are simple and direct...

Whenever I think of those, what remains in Voldemort's ghost, as a part of human beings, I always feel shame, followed by endless hatred and anger.

The most difficult time is that he can't go to those former servants, and he doesn't know when someone like Quirrell will find him again.There is no end to the primeval forest, and no hope in winter...

But in any case, the winter in Albania is not easy.

Possessed by a viper, Voldemort scrambled through blades of grass and low bushes, the scales on his belly rustling softly, a movement he had become familiar with, like a real snake.

Just as he was entangled on the branch protruding from the snake bone tree, and was about to add another snake bone to the tree, he saw a flickering black mist flying over from afar.

The black mist was in front of him, hitting the snake bone tree trunk, leaving a line of black ink on it:

'My sincere apologies to you, descendants of Morgan, sages of the new era. '

Voldemort looked at the words, the snake's body was lying on the branch, motionless.

As if provoking some inconceivable existence, a rotten breath came out from the ink stains, and the tiny red-glowing fire points lit up bit by bit, and finally spread, raising a ball of flame.

Voldemort let go of the snake tail hanging from the tree and fell directly to the ground, watching the tree in front of him turn into ashes while breathing.

The endless winter seemed to have the sun suddenly, and the viper viper beat its scales and quickly crawled towards the hotel outside the Albanian forest.While dark wizards are difficult to deal with, there is another magical life out there that can be harnessed.

In the deserted forest, a gloomy laughter suddenly sounded...

Half a day later, in front of the Crabbe Manor.

The transparent space suddenly distorted, and with a bang, a house elf holding a huge silver cup appeared.

A striped adder crawled out of the silver cup, along the house-elf's arm and wrapped itself around its neck.

"You said, Little Crabbe hired werewolves to attack Azkaban?" A hoarse voice came out of the snake's mouth, frightening and frightening.

The thin house-elf trembled, and replied in a shrill and frightened voice: "Ah, Mick heard it from the wizard who traded in the hotel..."

The fangs and the tip of the forked tongue exuded a cold breath in the arteries, but he disliked the dirty blood of the house elf, and finally did not say: "Take me in."

……

"The British Library is the largest library here." Loren whispered to the side, holding the fantasy book in his hand.

In the reading room, Loren was sitting in a corner of a bookshelf, not inconspicuous at all.In the eyes of others, this is just a child talking to himself, no one will notice at all.

"Find a hidden corner and just put me down." Flamel's voice was relaxed and freehand, even with some expectations.

"So, what is the purpose of doing this, to make you a library collection?" Loren is still at a loss. When he woke up this morning, Flamel asked him to find a library with the most books with the book of fantasy , put the book of fantasy into it.

"My scope of activities has increased, and I asked you to bring me to the library to collect the books here."

"Accepted?"

"After night falls, I can use the book of fantasy to wash away the magic power, and engrave all the books in the library into the book of fantasy." Flamel looked at the neatly arranged bookshelves, deeply fascinated by the scenery.

"This place is bigger than a castle, with millions of books, are you sure you can do it?"

"You can learn Muggle medical knowledge in the wizarding world in the future, and speed up the refining of the Philosopher's Stone." Flamel did not answer his question, immersed in his own world.The illusory figure floats in the air, making a gesture of hugging with open arms:
"The Book of Fantasy will be the collection of two societies, which will be the seed of civilization."

Loren couldn't understand the second half of his rhetoric, but he still found a hidden bookshelf, and put the book of fantasy in it next to a copy of "King Lear".

There is a whole row of Shakespeare that no one borrows at all, so don't worry about someone taking this by mistake, the same kind of Shakespeare.

"I'll pick you up tomorrow!" Loren waved his hand and walked out of the library.
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The school day is coming soon, and Loren feels that the summer vacation is over too soon, and he feels that it is over before he has played much.

After Hermione raised the issue of werewolf groups to Monica, Monica gave her some "Leviathan: The Essence, Form and Power of the Church State and Civil State", "On the Origin and Foundation of Human Inequality" and so on. book of.

The original words of this hardcore mother are: "I don't know the composition and political ecology of wizarding society, but some things are always connected. These books can't solve the problem, but they can make you understand what you are wondering. You must read it at the beginning I don't understand, but you will understand when you grow up."

So in the past few days, Hermione has been gnawing through these books with difficulty, trying to read them through before school starts, so as to give herself an impression.

After collecting a whole library of books, Flamel indulged in opera, opera and bel canto all day long.Loren can only accompany Grandpa Bates to take care of the backyard and prepare for the transplanting in November...

They got up early on the first day of school. As usual, Bates and Wendell sat in the front row, with Monica leading the two children in the back.

Because of Hermione's cloth bag and Loren's suitcase, they didn't have to worry about their luggage. They arrived at King's Cross Station at ten o'clock, and the group came between platforms nine and ten, and it was time to part.

Hermione buried her head in Monica's arms, clinging to her mother's arms like a kitten, and the two kissed for a long time before saying goodbye.

Loren and Bates stood watching the Grangers.

"As I said last time, I'm not worried about you kid." Bates' voice was still so hearty, "Remember to take care of Hermione, she's a girl."

Loren felt that the left nose was a little stuffy, maybe he had a cold, and said with a nasal voice, "Got it."

"I'll be at home for Christmas, remember to come back and have a look."

"Oh!"

Finally, under the watchful eyes of the three adults, Loren and Hermione ran all the way into the 9-3/4 station.

The Bates and Granger couples outside the platform looked at each other, looked at each other's slightly red eyes, and smiled at each other.

At this point, the summer vacation of 1992 is over, and Loren and Hermione's second year begins.

It was still the same red-painted train, with the industrial style of decades ago, and it was as bright as new.

The two easily found an unoccupied cubicle, sat down opposite each other, propped their heads on their hands and looked out the window, which could relieve their parting emotions.

The strange thing is that after Loren got on the train, he always felt that he had forgotten something and couldn't remember it.He could only figure out whether he had forgotten something or not.

Book of fantasy, bring it.

Magic robe, bring it.

Coke and bitters dark chocolate for Dumbledore, bring it.

Thinking of Coke and chocolate reminds Loren of those fun magical treats.

Hermione sniffed, looked at him whose expression kept changing, and asked curiously, "What are you thinking?"

"Oh, a lot." Loren curled his lips, "Chocolate frog, licorice magic stick, Bibido strange flavored beans—"

Before the counting was finished, Hermione was amused: "You start thinking about snacks before the car starts."

"After all, I haven't eaten in a summer vacation. I still remember that when we ate piles of cockroaches last year, Neville thought I was bullying you."

"Oh~ don't mention the pile of cockroaches anymore." Hermione still couldn't accept that thing.

"You obviously ate a lot!"

"You said it!"

……

That's it, Hermione felt that Loren always had a special appeal, he could make people laugh at any time.

(End of this chapter)