days at Hogwarts

Chapter 161
After the banquet was over, the prefects of each college led the freshmen back to the lounge, and took the time to introduce some basic information to them, such as passwords, courses...

Regarding the Horcrux Diary and the conversation with Voldemort, Loren felt that he should talk to Dumbledore.

He had a lot of questions he wanted to ask Dumbledore, about Morgan, about the gods, about the sages.Dumbledore might know questions that had not been answered in Flamel.

There is also the basilisk in the Slytherin Chamber of Secrets. According to the original plot, the diary will control Ginny to release the basilisk to create panic.Although there is not even ashes left in the diary, but there are dangerous creatures in Hogwarts Castle, it is better to notify the headmaster to deal with them.

Go to the principal's office and follow the way back to the Gryffindor common room. Loren followed the team and planned to leave the team after reaching the seventh floor.

"If you don't want to be scolded on the first day, you'd better get up an hour earlier." Percy introduced the school with a deadpan expression. His stern face made the freshmen feel that the prefect was in a bad mood.

"What's wrong with Percy? He wasn't like that when he was introduced last year." Loren patted Seamus on the shoulder.

"Don't you know!" Seamus approached with a very excited tone, "Harry and Ron came to school in a flying car, and they were even featured in the newspaper!"

Dean booed from the sidelines: "This is so—cool—!"

"Wait, wait," Hermione next to her was a little unresponsive, and couldn't keep up with their brain circuits. "What's so cool about this? This means that Gryffindor will be deducted points just after the start of school!"

Seamus and Dean looked at Hermione with strange eyes, thinking that she was the scorer of the academy, they didn't say much, sighed deeply, and turned to share the joy with others.

Hermione looked puzzled: "Isn't it a normal reaction for Percy and me? Why do they think it's cool to deduct points?"

How would Loren answer this, he could only pat Hermione on the shoulder as a sign of comfort.

"Oh, what do you mean by that?"

"Do you think this is cool too..."

Hermione's angry words went all the way to the seventh floor, to the entrance of the Gryffindor common room, and then Loren slipped away.

The 8th floor of the castle, the principal's office.

Dumbledore was in the habit of serving a cup of hot cocoa after dinner, which would make him fall asleep faster, before dawn anyway.Let's see if I can make up for the rest of the sleep when Minerva reports on work.

Shouldn't the vice-principal share the principal's worries and problems?
Dumbledore added a few more spoonfuls of honey to the hot cocoa, stirring clockwise, expectantly.The hot cocoa tastes the most delicious when the temperature of the hot cocoa drops a little bit, which is higher than the body temperature and slightly scalding.

boom!
Loren pushed open the door of the office and walked in. His footsteps were even a little arrogant. He sat down on the chair carelessly, then looked at Dumbledore without saying a word.

There are too many things to say. When Loren actually sat in front of Dumbledore, he didn't know where to start. His smooth and domineering momentum froze, and he suddenly got stuck.

If you want to hide that you know the plot, but also give Dumbledore the diary and the basilisk in a reasonable way, you need to think about how to say it.

Fox leaned against his stand, smoothing the feathers under his wings with his beak.The paintings of previous principals on the wall have been turned over, and they have already rested.

Dumbledore was wearing a dark gray toga pajamas, a pointed wizard hat, and semicircular glasses on his nose. With his head lowered and his eyes passing over the glasses, the old man said old-fashionedly: "To an elderly Evenings are precious for people like me. So, Loren, if you have anything to do, speak quickly."

"I'm wondering where to start, um..." Loren pondered for a moment.

Dumbledore put his finger on the wall of the cup to feel it, and sighed indiscernibly... Alas, the most delicious temperature has been missed, forget it.

He put another sugar cube in it and kept stirring it with a spoon to let the sugar cube melt quickly.

"The day we went to Diagon Alley to prepare school items, Lucius stuffed something into Ginny's book, and I discovered it." Loren raised his head and glanced at Dumbledore.

"Well, because the change of ownership of Hogwarts collides with the new version of the "Muggle Protection Act", Lucius should be eager to deal with some," Dumbledore paused, "some items that are not so easy to deal with. Although It was Arthur who was in charge of the cleanup, but to implicate a child in that way was going too far."

"This is a diary that can talk to me. He belongs to Tom Riddle 50 years ago." Loren said this sentence as calmly as possible.

Dumbledore's spoon smacked against the side of the glass with a clear sound.He was sure that it was another Horcrux, and Voldemort had indeed made more than one Horcrux.

"After a complex intellectual battle, I learned something from the journal, which checked my memory and was incinerated by Abraham's curse."

Putting the spoon aside, Dumbledore raised his eyes and glanced at Loren. There were too many strange points in this sentence, but he didn't ask, and listened quietly to the following.

"Through the girls' bathroom on the second floor, you can use Parseltongue to open the entrance to the Slytherin secret room. A thousand-year-old basilisk sleeps in the secret room." Loren saw Dumbledore picking up hot cocoa, and took a sip. .

Dumbledore, who was hiding behind the cup and glasses, was not as calm as he appeared to be. The light in his eyes flashed, and he turned out the distant memories, and clarified many things at once.

Myrtle who died 50 years ago, Hagrid who was wronged, and Tom who had Slytherin blood at that time.Everything is strung together in a thread.

Dumbledore looked at Loren's sloppy sitting posture with a childish face, and thought of Harry and Ron who just got into trouble today. They are still too young and still need to grow up.

The basilisk, which just so happens that Harry can also speak Parseltongue.

The old principal said calmly: "Don't worry, the matter with the basilisk will be dealt with. Hogwarts has the responsibility to protect every student at school."

"Principal Dumbledore, I have some questions to ask." Loren was not sure, and the principal might choose to keep things that Flamel didn't say.

"The diary said something that tempted me, saying that I am a descendant of Morgan, a sage of the era, and let me become a god with him to obtain eternal life. I want to ask who Morgan is, what a sage is, and gods What is it?"

Da, da, da... Dumbledore's fingers tapped the armrest of the chair lightly, and he could imagine the scene at that time.

Even though he was cursed and was about to annihilate, even if the diary might only be a memory of Voldemort's youth, before he died, he still seized every opportunity as much as possible to pave the way for himself.

Whether Loren agrees or not, the seeds will be planted in his heart.

"If possible, I would like to know how he tempted you at that time." Dumbledore spoke slowly, and he added, "This is just an old man's curiosity, if you don't want to say..."

There's nothing bad to say, if it's hard to say even to Dumbledore, who should be said to.

Loren said readily: "He said that some people are born noble and destined to lead the era, lead wizards to rule Muggles, and bring mankind to a more glorious era. Let me join him, become a god, live forever, and make rules .”

"Oh?" Dumbledore felt that the 16-year-old Tom was more rational than the later Voldemort. What he used was not power, pure blood glory, or powerful power, but a greater temptation.

"So, Loren, what do you think about wizards and Muggles, about immortality and gods?" Dumbledore looked into Loren's eyes.

Loren waved impatiently: "Muggles and wizards have nothing to do with me. This kind of thing is troublesome when you think about it. Immortality and gods sound even more troublesome. Wouldn't it be more troublesome to make some money, eat and drink every day, and be happy?" Comfortable?"

The issues that Hermione cared about, and those social science books, seemed to be a pain in the head.

Hearing this answer, Dumbledore couldn't help laughing, and he couldn't restrain himself at all. The loud laughter echoed in the office.

This was Loren's true thought, and he could see it without using Legilimency. It was precisely because of this that Dumbledore smiled even more heartily.Dumbledore didn't stop until some of the portraits were cursing and Fawkes threateningly sprayed a few flames on his beard.

"If only everyone thought so."

Dumbledore's mood became lighter, and he pushed the glasses on his nose to the bridge of his nose, "The things about the gods are very complicated, and it is difficult to explain clearly for a while. But I can tell you that there are many stories about gods from ancient times to the present." The legends are just legends."

Just when Loren thought that Dumbledore was going to perfuse him again, Dumbledore said:

"The Sorcerer's Stone is also called the Sage's Stone, and the person who can refine the Sorcerer's Stone is called a Sage. It is said that a Sage will be born in a special era and have a huge impact on the world."

Will I have an impact on the world... Loren is not sure, whether changing many plots counts as an impact, but can this be called a sage.

"As for Morgan, she is a contemporary wizard of Merlin. We call her Fairy Morgan. I remember there was a chocolate frog picture of her before. No one knows where she came from. Some legends say that she was with Merlin. She is studying magic, and in some stories she is Merlin's disciple. The fairy Morgan has a special relationship with the mermaid clan, and when I was learning the mermaid language, I chatted with their elders."

"Fairy Morgan is very good at transfiguration, proficient in medicine and prophecy, and had a serious quarrel with Merlin. Since then, she has disappeared from history."

After speaking, Dumbledore picked up his cup and took a big gulp of the lukewarm hot cocoa.

"Does this have anything to do with me?" Loren asked curiously.

"You know, I'm not omniscient, and I can't answer your questions about this. You may need to find the answer yourself..."

After talking about the matter, the two chatted a few more words before Loren proposed to leave.

Seeing Loren's disappearing back, Dumbledore suddenly had a special thought in his heart: "Loren!"

"Ok?"

Loren looked back at the old headmaster under the candlelight, with a white beard and wrinkled face. People will be impressed by his demeanor at close range; only at a little distance will people realize that this old wizard is 100 years old. Many years old, he is very old.

"I need you to go with me to a place after a while, and I need your help," Dumbledore said.

Voldemort has been making Horcruxes since a long time ago, and returning to that place, some clues will definitely be found.Whether it's Ravenclaw's diadem or diary, Loren always seems to meet Horcruxes.

Dumbledore didn't believe in fate, but why not give it a try.

"Understood!" Loren waved his hand and turned his back.

……

Do older people know the Riddler talent... In the corridor, Loren, who was heading back to the Gryffindor lounge, was cursing, her mouth was not very clean.

Dumbledore didn't say nothing, but it was as if he didn't say anything.

Entering the lounge, Hermione had a very angry and uncomfortable expression, her cheeks were bulging, which was inexplicably cute.

He reached out and poked the little bump on the girl's face, it was soft.Before she could react, Loren asked curiously: "I thought you would criticize them well, what are you doing now?"

"Ask them!" Hermione said angrily.

On the sofa, Harry and Ron slumped, flattening their stomachs, trying to make things easier for themselves.

"Forget it." Harry waved his hand feebly. "Snape didn't let us go back to the banquet. He left us a plate of chicken and ham sandwiches and pumpkin juice in the lounge. The sandwiches will be filled automatically after we're finished."

"Isn't that nice? I thought he'd give you some punishment."

Ron's painful voice took over the follow-up: "We thought so too. We thought the sandwich was a punishment and we would come back after eating it."

"Then they ate until they couldn't hold any more, and their stomachs were almost bursting." Hermione said helplessly, worried about the IQ of these two people.

Due to the condition of the two, the parties that George and Fred had prepared for the two were cancelled.Seeing the miserable appearance of the two, Professor McGonagall asked Snape to give them a bottle of potion to postpone the punishment.

"That potion was punishment, I would say." Harry's eyes were blank, "You'd never imagine the taste, like letting cheese sit for a summer, fermenting it with pickles, and condensing it into a sip. "

Hermione couldn't help it: "If the two of you find that you can't get into the platform, you can be a little smarter and use an owl to notify the professor, so it won't be like this."

Harry and Ron pretended not to hear, and collapsed on the sofa, groaning weakly occasionally.

The two of them didn't care about Hermione's words. After a year of getting along, they had already discovered that Hermione's caring words would become annoying words.Ignore the words, just feel the heart.

"Leave them alone, you go back to sleep first—" Loren put both hands on Hermione's shoulders, pushing her all the way to the stairs.

"But!" Hermione turned around.

"When they get better, I will take them back to the dormitory, you go to bed first—" Loren dragged his voice.

"Okay, this is for you." Hermione shoved a piece of parchment into his hand, and went upstairs to the dormitory.

Loren opened the parchment, with a form drawn on it, and filled out the course schedule for this school year according to the time.It seems that he knows that he is too lazy to do these things. The class time and the floor of the classroom are marked.

Looking at the neat and neat handwriting on it, Loren smiled unconsciously.

The new school year has begun.

(End of this chapter)