days at Hogwarts

Chapter 164 Awareness of Death
The lights in the common room were still on, but it was already very late at night. During the day, the lively lounge was quiet, and most of the little wizards had fallen asleep.

The faint cold moonlight intertwined with the lights, this is the candlelight for Hermione to read.The girl's hair was loose and messy, and the blue-striped pajamas were so soft that Hermione couldn't help feeling drowsy.

"Ah~"

Hermione yawned dimly, and her usually bright eyes became a little dull. She glanced lazily at the gate, but there was still no movement, and the loathsome Loren hadn't come back yet.

Turning a page in the book spread out on her lap, Hermione sank her attention into the book and continued her waiting.

Loren saw such a scene when he climbed in from the cave. The lazy girl was sitting cross-legged on the sofa. She was already very sleepy and her reaction was a bit slow, so Loren could see her eyes slowly blooming when she realized that she had returned. out of brilliance.

The bright moonlight is beautiful, as are the scattered lights, but neither of these can compare to the girl's sleepy eyes.

"Go to bed when you're sleepy, don't wait for me."

Loren walked up to Hermione and sat down on her buttocks. The sudden weight of the fall made the sofa sag, causing Hermione to sit a little unsteadily. She held Loren's shoulder in a little panic, and then patted him reproachfully. .

"Who's waiting for you!" Hermione's voice was delicate, with the kind of softness that is characteristic of just waking up and fuzzy mind.

Thinking of Professor Snape and Lily, the original best friends turned out to be strangers, and in the end life and death were separated.There are many regrets in this world, but fortunately, at least now there are people in front of us who can cherish them.

An impulse rose in Loren's heart. He stretched out his hand and hugged Hermione into his arms, and whispered to the girl's fair neck, "Hermione, thank you."

The young man's reckless actions made Hermione's drowsiness disappear in an instant, the neck was blown by the hot breath, and the boundless shyness surged like a sea wave, making Hermione dare not look up.

How can this man be like this!
In the end, Hermione couldn't bear it anymore, and after a groan, she squeezed out of her arms in a panic, and ran up the stairs staggeringly without looking back.

It wasn't until the railing blocked the line of sight that Loren heard a whispered order: "I just want to tell you that Hagrid asked us to find him tomorrow."

What kind of news, couldn't Harry Ron in the same dormitory convey it?
Loren was in a good mood for a while, and even had the urge to sing and shout loudly.He was not sleepy at all, and felt that his hands and feet had endless strength.

All the way, humming a tune in response to Neville's snoring, covered the quilt, and entered the fantasy book.

Flamel had just finished sorting and filing medical books. There were too many books collected from the Muggle library, hundreds of thousands of volumes, and it took half a year just to read the names.Moreover, the names of some books are very awkward and do not conform to the normal grammatical habits of people at all.

The purpose of filing the archives is to help Loren, but occasionally he sees some drama analysis and aesthetic appreciation books, and he will always indulge, and time passes like this.

Fortunately, the library in the virtual world is not affected by gravity, and the bookshelves can be organized by waving your fingers, and the progress is not too slow.

Flamel was reading an article comparing "Faust" and "Divine Comedy", looking very serious, and occasionally nodded in agreement when he read a wonderful argument.

A shining body of consciousness took shape in the library, and Loren's figure appeared in front of Flamel.

"Flamel, can the Philosopher's Stone refine the medicine for bringing life back to life? I mean the idea of ​​replacing death as a characteristic!" Loren rushed to Flamel as soon as he appeared, and asked excitedly.

Hearing this question, Flamel's expression restrained, he gently pushed away the book in his hand, and let the book float aside.

"To be honest, the idea is right."

Ok?
Loren blinked, a little stunned.Nico hadn't concocted the resurrection medicine for so many years, so he thought Snape was nothing in the end.In the end, you told me that this way of thinking is correct?
Flamel summoned two chairs and let Loren sit in front of him: "Although the idea is correct, it is almost impossible to realize."

"Almost impossible?" Loren noticed the wording and rejected it, but not completely.

Flammel created a projection of the body in the air, referring to the atlas of medical books compiled in the past few days, drawing the texture of muscles, the operation of internal organs, and the flow of blood in the projection.

He pointed to the location of the heart and explained to Loren: "Death is a general concept. It is not a characteristic of reality, and it is difficult to be classified and marked. The death of a wizard is more complicated. Death is the heart stops beating, and the brain is lost. Consciousness, or the soul dying?"

Loren looked at the projection, thoughtful.

There are concepts such as the cessation of life activities of cells and the cessation of body metabolism, but wizards are different from Muggles, and the concept of wizards has idealistic content.

For example, if a wizard's bones were taken out whole by one, he could grow them back overnight after drinking a bottle of Bone Spirit, regardless of problems such as muscles, nerves, and blood vessels.

Any Muggle doctor who sees this kind of thing will have an impact on him, which is equivalent to being hit by a semi-trailer fully loaded with insurance while walking on the road, and decades of ideas in his mind have been blown away.

This difference is not caused by physiology, but a cognitive difference.A wizard's understanding of the human body is very simple, bones are bones, muscles are muscles, and the two are separate.

With a concept, a wizard can perform magic according to this concept.

Under the guidance of cognition, wizards have embarked on a strange medical path through magic, developing potions such as Bone Spirit and Buffy Brain Refreshing Potion.

Flamel pointed out the difference between the two ideas, clarified that death is not a clearly defined concept, and then pulled back the time to the 14th century: "When Nicol was refining the elixir, Europe was experiencing the outbreak of the Black Death..."

No matter men, women or children, rich or poor, aristocrats or slaves, the Black Death harvested life without prejudice.

The child who was able to climb the branches to pick fruit yesterday began to have black spots on his body the next day, with large areas of skin necrosis and blood oozing out continuously.

"It only takes two hours at the fastest, and the longest is no more than a week. People die very quickly. From Constantinople to Egypt, Jerusalem, Paris, Spain, Florence, and Venice, the entire continent was shrouded in plague. Villages It became barren, the city was filled with corpses, and it was in that environment that Nicol witnessed thousands of deaths."

"Countless dead entities accumulated in Nico's heart, forming an indescribable but tangible cognition. Based on this, he refined the elixir of life. Every time death came, it was replaced on some animals."

"Nico has also tried to make a medicine for reviving the dead, but there is a clear line between the death that has not yet come and the death that has already come, which cannot be shaken at all. His conclusion is that his understanding of death is not comprehensive enough..."

There is nostalgia in Flamel's eyes. He is reminiscing about the people and things he has met over hundreds of years, and he is mourning the plague that raged 600 years ago.

Diseases brought about the ravages of death, the theocracy inherited by Muggles for thousands of years was subverted by the fear of death, panic spawned riots, massacres were everywhere, and famine was accompanied by looting.

At that time, the entire continent of Europe was on the verge of collapse, and it was in such an environment that Nico realized death and completed redemption.

"In short, Nico's refining process is full of coincidences, and these coincidences cannot be reproduced."

……

Principal's office.

After listening to Snape's thoughts on the resurrection medicine, and his pleading to abandon all dignity, Dumbledore looked solemn, and he did not rush to agree, nor did he refuse.

After deliberating for a while, he slowly said, "Severus, I was looking forward to reversing death. But as I grow older, the distance between me and death keeps shortening. The closer I get to death, the more I understand its power."

"Death is the most equal law of all life, all those who try to conquer death will eventually get lost..."

Snape stood at his desk without saying a word.After Dumbledore finished talking about the truth and the dangers of bringing the dead back to life, he said flatly, "Look at me, a mouse struggling in the quagmire, trying to catch anything that can float up."

He replied in a calm tone: "But, what if I put you here?"

Dumbledore fell into silence. He didn't want to think about this question, but the thoughts in his mind couldn't stop popping up: If he had the chance to hear Ariana's laughter again, what would he be willing to give in exchange?

The thought startled Dumbledore.

……

"Oliver! The genius has just dawned!"

Early in the morning, several people in the dormitory were awakened by Harry's screams.

Loren and the others watched Harry being dragged out of bed by Wood, put into a red team robe like a child in a sack by a human trafficker, and pulled out of the dormitory for training.

The people in the dormitory looked at each other, their eyes were confused, and some of them were still asleep.

Before they could react, Harry turned back and put Ron in a sack the same way Wood treated him, and said while dragging, "This is to get you used to the Quidditch selection next year. "

Ron let out a more intense scream: "I suddenly don't want to join the Quidditch team!"

It was eventually dragged out.

Harry has been in the rain, he knows how to tear apart someone's umbrella... Loren vaguely groped back into bed and went to sleep.

Oliver Wood, captain of the Gryffindor Quidditch team, hadn't won a Quidditch championship in Gryffindor since he joined the team - no, since he entered Hogwarts.

Gryffindor, whose ancestors are rich and has brilliant historical achievements, can hardly accept this reality. Wood's desire for the Quidditch championship is stronger than that of Professor McGonagall.

Wood is already in the sixth grade, and there is not much time left for him.The sense of urgency prompted Wood to think about new tactics throughout the holiday. He planned to sneak away for a while before other teams started training.

But such a simple and small idea failed to come true. On the way to the Quidditch pitch, they met the Slytherin team. They competed with Wood for the grounds of training new seekers.

Malfoy came out with a brand new Nimbus 2001, a total of seven, smooth and shiny, blinding the eyes of the Gryffindor players, and almost shattering Wood's championship dream.

In the Gryffindor team, except for Harry's Nimbus 2000, everyone else uses the older Sweeping Five Stars.On the field, they might not even be able to eat the exhaust of Slytherin.

I can't tell the exact situation, but Harry only remembers Marcus laughing at Ron, the only player on the field who was not a player, and then Ron took out his wand and cast a jinx on Marcus.Marcus's bracelet flashed, and the green light was reflected back, hitting Ron in the stomach.

Loren and Hermione finished their breakfast, enjoying the beauty of the morning breeze blowing all the way, and went to the appointment slowly.The two stepped into Hagrid's cabin, and what they saw was this scene:

Ron sat in the corner, spitting a slug into the metal bucket from time to time.Harry and Hagrid sat beside and sighed, unable to do anything about it.In the middle of the room, Ginny and Luna were walking back and forth, looking at the cabin curiously.

"Good morning!" Hagrid hurriedly stood up, preparing teacups and syrup taffy for the two new guests.

"Loren, Hermione!" Luna greeted them enthusiastically, "Come and see, Ron has become a slug mother."

Hearing this title, Ron in the corner whimpered twice, expressing his objection.

"What's going on?" Hermione was curious, she stretched her neck and saw the shiny slugs and slippery slime, and retracted again.

Harry sighed a long time, and began to narrate what happened on the Quidditch pitch for the third time: "...Oliver took the players back to think of countermeasures, and I thought Hagrid might have a way, so I took him to the hunting lodge gone."

Judging from the situation, Hagrid probably didn't know how to deal with this new type of creature, the mother slug.

"Ginny and Luna were just walking around and met us at the edge of the Forbidden Forest."

Walking around, strolling to the edge of the Forbidden Forest, Loren took a look at Ginny's red hair and recognized her Weasley bloodline.

"Why don't you go to Madam Pomfrey?" Loren asked.

Harry sighed again: "The punishment for driving into the Whomping Willow has not yet come down, and Ron is worried that he will be fired if he is found fighting again."

Ron, with a slug in his mouth, whined twice in agreement.

"Just wait until you spit it out." Hagrid took the washed cup, poured hot tea for Loren and Hermione, and stuffed them with two pieces of syrupy toffee that was sticky to the touch.

Luna and Ginny finally finished visiting the cottage and sat down too.Luna looked at the slugs curiously, watching them come back from the stomach, pass through the esophagus, the mouth, and finally spit into the bucket, without any fear or disgust.

"My father has some research on animals, and I also know some related knowledge." Luna observed enough, and the ethereal voice attracted the attention of several people.

Ron shot her expectant eyes, hoping that the wise man in Ravenclaw could do something.

Luna looked at the slug and Ron with an innocent face and a beautiful tone: "Eat a frog, and the frog eats the slug."

When the others heard this, they looked at Luna's innocent face again, and fell into some strange reflection.

Only Hagrid considered this idea seriously, and he asked with interest: "What about the frog, what about the frog in the stomach?"

"Eat another snake, and the snake eats the frog."

"What about the snake?"

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(End of this chapter)