days at Hogwarts

Chapter 199 Dumbledore: Headache, Really Headache
Loren followed Dumbledore into the principal's office. Both of them were silent, and anyone could see that they were restless.

The slender-legged table, still laden with fine silverware, remained motionless.If it is daytime, they will spin and spew steam.

Fox, with his legs curled up on a perch inlaid with gold, was covered with withered hair and dozed off pecking and pecking like an old hen laying eggs.Seeing Dumbledore enter the door, it dragged its sleepy body back, trying to protect the few remaining feathers on its buttocks.

The portraits of the old principals, men and women, watched the two walk into the principal's office with sullen faces, whispering on the wall, guessing what school rules the little wizard had violated, and provoked the always gentle Dumbledore into this state.

With a flick of his wand and a few lamps in the office, Dumbledore sank into the armchair behind the desk and began pouring Loren tea and rummaging through the drawer for his stock of snacks.

"Principal Dumbledore," Loren hesitated, but still said, "I don't think Harry would like this way of growing up."

"Loren, please believe me. If possible, I hope that every student at Hogwarts can grow up happily and graduate smoothly. Then get a stable job, form a family with the one you love, and have a few children. Naughty kids, like the Weasleys."

Dumbledore's face was tired, and his heart was also uncomfortable, "However, there is not much time left for Harry to grow up. I think you also noticed the weirdness in Crabbe's chest."

Having said that, Dumbledore recalled seeing Loren put the Crushing Curse into Crabbe's chest without hesitation just now, paused, and frowned slightly, "Voldemort is training new Death Eaters, he and his minions There will be another riot."

Loren recalled the battle with Crabbe. Last year, Crabbe was scolded as an incomprehensible troll. Slytherin's crane tail, now the level of duel has surpassed most little wizards of the same level, and his chest The weird black light of...

Unpacking a box of cockroach piles, Dumbledore took one and put it in his mouth first. The sound of popping cockroaches and the sweet taste made him feel relieved: "Harry is a special one, he will gain great fame and honor , will also face the deepest fear and the most evil demon king. He must seize the time to grow, and the fortitude of the spirit is more important than the power of magic."

He passed the rest and put it between the two of them, "Help him, Loren."

Loren felt a little irritated: "I see, you should be more concerned about the Ministry of Magic. Last night..."

He told the story of using Legilimency to look up the memories of the house-elves and discovering that they were colluding with werewolves and the Ministry of Magic.

"In fact, I also have a werewolf friend who has already heard the news." Dumbledore's expression was serious, but he was more concerned about Loren's review of his memory. He solemnly warned, "Loren, don't use Legilimency Read it!"

Loren was at a loss: "Why?"

"Even if many scholars and spell experts speak out on the rationality and legitimacy of Legilimency, the Wizengamot will discuss relevant issues every year. But it is undeniable that this is a black magic to spy on people's hearts."

"Can--"

Dumbledore reached out his hand to signal him not to rush to refute: "I know what you young people think. You think that magic is just a tool, and there is no difference between good and bad... You think that there is no black and white in magic, but wizards have black and white."

Which enthusiastic little wizard doesn't have such an idea?He sighed faintly, "A long time ago, when I was young, I had the same idea. I thought I was gifted, and I was in charge of magic, rather than magic affecting me. As I got closer to the essence of magic, I felt the magic power source, the more I realize my ignorance and arrogance.”

"Loren, the soul is the most mysterious field of magic. No one has ever seen its true meaning, but every part of magic embodies its power. Relatively, magic can also affect the soul. I think you have heard that, A dark wizard who is completely obsessed with black magic cannot use the Patronus Charm, which is the embodiment of black magic affecting the soul."

Loren remembered what Flamel had said when he was practicing the Shadowless Curse.The reminders of the two old wizards made him take it seriously, and he began to recall his actions to judge whether he was really affected by black magic.

Consult the memory of the house-elf, and the Oblivion spell covers up the whereabouts.

Bounce Shattering Curse probes Crabbe's oddities...

Dumbledore looked at Loren who was lost in thought, waiting patiently, with deep expectation in his eyes.

The portraits on the wall have long noticed the two people below, heard their conversation completely, and even some old principals who dozed off in the photo frames woke up.

The 18th-century headmistress, Dairis DeVante, a brilliant healer whose portraits hang at Hogwarts and St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries and Wounds, strongly agrees with Dumbledore: "The Dark Arts are like Like sewage, it will blacken the white soul."

Headmaster Black, who was born in Slytherin, was not convinced, and blew his goatee to retort: ​​"This shows that black magic is closer to the essence of the soul. As long as you stick to yourself, black magic can become a powerful means."

He talked more and more vigorously, and even became filled with righteous indignation: "Durmstrang takes black magic as a normal course, and the little wizards who come out of their school are much better than our school! If you want me to say, we should open a class." Dark Arts class."

"What nonsense are you talking about!"

The old principal, Dexter Foster, had a bad temper. He couldn't listen anymore. He tore off the hearing aids from his ears, jumped into Blake's photo frame, and beat him severely with his fists.

Several Hufflepuff principals rushed to break up the fight, and all of them held Black to prevent him from fighting back, causing Dexter to punch him a few more times.

Loren was awakened by the lively fighting above, and looked at Dumbledore strangely.Secretly poked and poked to guess whether Dumbledore's portrait was hung up to beat someone or to be sideways.

There was no emotion on Dumbledore's face, as if he was used to it, he looked at Loren expectantly, waiting for his answer.

Loren still shook his head: "Principal, the house elf Pig monitored my whereabouts and set fire to Windsor Castle. Crabbe took refuge in Voldemort and attacked me severely. I think there is nothing wrong with using black magic to deal with them, gentle and kind It is reserved for relatives and friends, and you should be merciless when dealing with them."

"Well said boy! You should come to our Slytherin house!" Old headmaster Blake felt uneasy after being beaten.

Dumbledore waved his wand, and the portraits of the Headmasters were flipped over, so that they looked like they were sleeping.

He looked at Loren with some headaches. Talent and wisdom sometimes become obstacles to education.

If it were any other little wizard, it would be impossible to learn such black magic in the second year.Even if someone has learned it, he will wake up in time after being advised by him. Loren's wisdom and opinions have made him more stubborn.

"You're right, you should be merciless when dealing with enemies. I'm also good at Legilimency, and I don't hesitate to use it on enemies. I don't object to you studying black magic. Only by mastering black magic can you resist it. "

"But it shouldn't be now. You are still too young to know what a dark abyss the human heart is. While watching the darkness, the darkness is also watching you." Dumbledore's voice was gentle and firm.

Black magic is like an invisible stream of water, invisible and slow, the more you use it unscrupulously, the more unscrupulous it will flow in the mind and soul of the user.Unknowingly leave traces.

Dumbledore has gazed into the hearts of others countless times, and he has also gazed into his own heart countless times.He deeply felt the traces left by black magic on his soul, so he was afraid of power and life, and trapped himself in a tall building far away from the world with shackles.

But Loren didn't want to hear it, he believed that Dumbledore was doing it for his own good, for his sake.Just like every parent who cares about their children, they want their children to have an infinitely bright future and do not want their children to be stained with any blemishes.

He felt that Dumbledore took the problem too seriously, just like some parents regard electronic products and games as scourges, which is a bit overkill.

Loren believed that he had the soul of an adult and would not be completely changed by black magic. As for being cruel to the enemy, in his opinion, this was not a shortcoming.

Dumbledore tried to demand him with a saintly standard, which is impossible in the real world.

Eating the pile of cockroaches without saying a word, Loren pretended not to hear what Dumbledore said just now, and the sound of "crunching" candy bursting brought a sweet taste.

This kid really doesn't listen to advice.

Dumbledore had even more headaches, he didn't want to see the old Loren changed.

That Loren was able to dissolve Malfoy's evil thoughts with a well-meaning frozen pear, and he could use an attitude of treating the weak equally to inspire the loyalty of wheat... He had the most powerful magical power and deep love in his heart.

Dumbledore's fingers kept tapping on the armrest, seeing Loren gulp down a box of cockroaches into his belly.She was obviously competing with him, but she still ate his snacks with peace of mind.

The principal with the white beard smiled silently, since he can't change his point of view, let's guide his behavior.

He unpacked another box of Bibi multi-flavored beans and handed it to him, and said gently: "You arrived at the auditorium after the duel event started, you probably haven't had dinner yet, right?"

Loren nodded, and the mirror with the Dementor Stone had some changes. Flamel took him to add some magic circles on the mirror to control the influence of the Dementor Stone, which took a long time and made him miss it. dinner.

"Although I took your snack, it doesn't mean I accept your point of view." Loren shook his head and cautioned, but the gesture of chewing the candy showed that his position was not firm.

"Of course," Dumbledore said with a smile in his tone, "You can eat slowly, I just want to tell you a story."

Educate him with fables, and treat him as a primary school student?Loren glanced at the old headmaster with a white beard: "For the sake of the pile of cockroaches, you can just say it."

Dumbledore was not annoyed, and refilled his tea so that he would not choke: "This is the second story in "The Tales of Beedle the Poet", the Fountain of Fortune. The Fountain of Fortune is in one In the mysterious magic garden, there are dense exotic flowers and plants and rare fruit trees growing in the magic garden. On a high mountain..."

The poet Beedle imagined a fountain of good luck that can make people's wishes come true. Three witches and a knight teamed up to find the fountain of good luck. At the end of the story, they relied on their own efforts to achieve their respective wishes.

The implication is probably to do it yourself and have enough food and clothing.Loren guessed.

After the story was finished, Loren ate and drank enough, patted his stomach and let out a satisfied sigh: "It's a great fable, but I didn't realize that it has anything to do with black magic."

"Well—it doesn't matter." Dumbledore smiled like a fox, "It's just that I want to make an exchange with you, as long as you promise not to use Legilimency anymore, I will tell you where the Fountain of Fortune is. "

Loren was taken aback suddenly: "The original meaning of the story of the Fountain of Good Luck is not to tell us to use our own hands to obtain happiness? And doesn't the end of the story imply that the Fountain of Good Luck is fictional?"

"That's true, but if it's Loren, you probably won't care about the original intention of the story. Besides, it's not fiction."

Dumbledore took a deep look at him, and said with emotion: "The first half of my life was terribly unlucky. I was displaced, and my relatives and friends were separated. Desperation and troubles filled my life. Just when it was about to break, I found Fountain of good luck, slowly tidy up the fragmented life."

"Whether you are exploring the mysteries of magic or refining the Philosopher's Stone, the Fountain of Good Luck can give you effective help."

Loren looked at the principal suspiciously. He didn't quite believe that Dumbledore's life was turned around because of the Fountain of Good Luck, and Dumbledore's current life is not good.

But he was moved, indeed moved: "Do we need to make an unbreakable oath?"

Dumbledore shook his head: "This is not an unbreakable oath, just a simple magic contract. I won't set any punishment for you, but the magic will remind me when you violate the contract."

He stretched out his right index finger, guiding the magic power to establish a contract, and flame-like lines bloomed on the first knuckle: "Press your index finger on it, and tell your promise."

Seeing this miraculous scene, Loren opened his eyes wide: "Contract? Wait a moment."

Fifteen minutes later, Dumbledore watched the scene in front of him with twitching corners of his eyes.

Loren held the densely packed parchment in one hand, and pressed the other hand casually on the flame contract pattern, and read the agreement he had just written in his mouth emotionlessly:
"Party A: Albus Dumbledore, Party B: Loren Morgan. In accordance with the relevant laws and regulations, and in accordance with the principles of equality, mutual benefit, and common development, both parties reached an agreement after consultation..."

The pattern of flames on Dumbledore's index finger danced erratically, reflecting the rage in the old wizard's heart.

Loren was immersed in his contract, and did not feel the bursting flames at all: "Article [-], liability for breach of contract... If the life and property safety of Party B and his relatives and friends are threatened, Party B is forced to fail to perform the contract normally, or breach the contract. , is not deemed as a breach of contract by Party B, and Party A shall continue to perform its responsibilities."

"If due to force majeure, earthquake, volcanic eruption..."

The veins in Dumbledore's temples were throbbing violently, and he couldn't take it anymore.

呲!
The flame lines on the index finger turned from red to gold, and quickly rushed to Loren's index finger, dyeing some fingerprint lines with a faint golden color, and then disappeared under the skin.

Dumbledore didn't give Loren a chance to speak, and waved his wand with a big hand.Loren only felt a blur in front of his eyes, and he had already been locked outside the principal's office when he came back to his senses.

Loren, who was kicked out of the door, was not convinced no matter what he thought, and the corridors of the castle kept ringing angrily and denounced:
"What's wrong with more terms!"

"This shows that I have the spirit of contract!"

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fountain of luck

The Fountain of Luck is on a high hill in an enchanted garden, surrounded by high walls and protected by powerful magic.

Once a year, between sunrise and sunset on the longest day of the day, only one unlucky person has the opportunity to come to the Fountain of Good Luck and bathe in its waters for eternal good fortune.

And that day, before daybreak, hundreds and thousands of people came from all over the kingdom beyond the walls of the garden.These people include men and women, rich and poor, old and young, some who know magic and some who don't. They gather in the darkness, and everyone hopes to be the lucky one to enter the garden.

There are three witches, each with a heavy sadness, gathered outside the crowd, and they told each other their pain while waiting for the sunrise.

The first witch was Asha, who was terminally ill and no doctor could heal her.She hopes that the Fountain of Good Luck will cure her symptoms and grant her a long and happy life.

The second witch is called Altida, and her home, her gold, and her wand have all been taken by an evil sorcerer.She hopes the Fountain of Fortune will rescue her from poverty and weakness.

The third witch is called Amata. She was abandoned by the man she loved deeply, and she felt that the pain in her heart would never heal.She hopes the Fountain of Good Luck will ease her pain and missing her.

The three women sympathized with each other, and they agreed that if good luck befalls them, they will unite and strive to go to the Fountain of Good Luck together.

The first rays of sunlight lit up the sky.There was a crack in the wall.The crowd pushed forward desperately, everyone screaming and begging for the blessing of the Fountain of Fortune.The vines in the garden stretched out, stretched zigzagging through the crowd, and entangled the first witch Asha.Asha grabs the wrist of the second witch Altida, and Altida grabs the third witch Amata's robe tightly.

However, Amata stumbled over the armor of a grim-faced knight riding a scrawny horse.

The vines pulled the three witches through the crack in the wall, and the knight was pulled off his scrawny horse, and went with them into the garden.

The angry shouts of the disappointed crowd echoed in the morning air.Then, as the garden walls closed again, the crowd fell silent.

Asha and Altida were very angry with Amata that she accidentally brought the knight in with her.

"Only one can bathe in the Fountain of Fortune! It's hard enough to pick one among us, and now there's another!"

At this time, Sir Unlucky—actually, that’s the name in the world outside the wall—discovered that the three women were witches, and he didn’t know magic, he didn’t have the superb skills of fighting and sword dancing, and he didn’t have any non-magic abilities. With the outstanding talent of the other party, he thought that he would definitely not be able to compare with the three women, and he would not be able to reach the fountain of good luck.He then declared his intention to withdraw, to go back outside the walls.

Hearing this, Amata was very angry.

"Cowardly!" she scolded him, "draw your sword, knight, and help us to our destination!"

So the three witches and the poor knight ventured into the enchanted garden.On both sides of the path illuminated by the sun, there are dense exotic flowers and plants and rare fruit trees.They traveled unimpeded all the way to the foot of the hill where the Fountain of Good Luck was located.

However, a huge white earthworm coiled under the hill, it was blind and bloated.As they approached, it turned a dirty face toward them, and uttered these words: Prove to me your pain.

Sir Unlucky drew his sword and wanted to kill the monster, but the blade broke, and Altida threw stones at the worm, and Asha and Amata uttered various spells to subdue or confuse it, but their The power of the wand was as useless as Eldida's stone and the knight's sword: the worms just wouldn't let them through.

As the sun rose higher and higher in the sky, Asha cried in despair.

Here, the big earthworm pressed its face to Asha's, drinking the tears from her cheeks.The earthworm's thirst was relieved, slowly moved aside, burrowed into a hole and disappeared.

The three witches and knights were very happy when they saw the earthworm disappeared, and they began to climb up the hill, thinking that they would be able to reach the Fountain of Fortune before noon.

However, when they climbed to the halfway up the cliff, they saw a line engraved on the ground in front of them: Give me the fruits of your labor.

Sir Luck took out his only coin and put it on the grass on the hillside, but the coin rolled away and disappeared.The three witches and the knight climbed on, but though they walked for hours, they made no progress.The top of the mountain was still so far away, and that line of writing was still engraved on the ground in front of them.

The sun passed over their heads and began to slide towards the distant horizon, and they all felt discouraged, but Altida walked faster and harder than the others, and she urged others to do like her, even though she was in magic. Not a single step up the hill.

"Courage, my friends, don't give up!" she cried, wiping sweat from her brow.

Shiny sweat fell to the ground, the line of writing that blocked their way disappeared, and they found themselves able to continue up the mountain again.

Having cleared the second obstacle, they were overjoyed, and rushed to the top of the mountain as fast as they could, and finally saw the Fountain of Fortune, which shone like crystal among the trees and flowers.

However, before they came to the spring, they encountered a river.The river looped around the top of the mountain and blocked their way.In the depths of the clear river, there is a smooth stone with the words: Give me your past wealth.

Sir Unlucky wanted to float across the river on his shield, but the shield sank, and the three witches pulled Sir up from the river, and then tried to jump over the river themselves, but the river would not let them pass.At this time, the sun was lower and lower in the sky.

So they began to think about the meaning of the words on the stone, and Amata was the first to understand.

She drew her wand, and plucked from her mind all the happy hours she had spent with her vanished lover, and dropped them into the flowing river.The rapids carried these memories away, and a few stepping stones appeared in the river, and the three witches and knights were finally able to cross the river to the top of the mountain.

The Fountain of Good Luck shone in front of them, surrounded by exotic flowers and plants that they had never seen before, and it was astonishingly beautiful.The sky turned out a ruby-like light, and now it was time to decide who to bathe.Just before they could make a decision, the weak Asha passed out on the ground.The journey to the top of the mountain was so hard that she was dying.

Her three friends tried to carry her to the Fountain of Fortune, but Asha, in great pain, begged them not to touch her.

This is Altida rushing to pick all the herbs she thinks are effective, put them in Sir Luck's water hyacinth, mix them thoroughly, and feed them into Asha's mouth.

Asha was able to stand up immediately.Also, all symptoms of her terminal illness disappeared.

"I'm cured!" she exclaimed. "I don't need the Fountain—let Altida bathe!"

But Altida was busy picking more herbs to put in her apron.

"Since I can cure this disease, I can earn a lot of gold! Let Amata take a bath!"

Sir Unlucky bowed and signaled Amata to go to the fountain, but Amata shook her head.The river washed away all her thoughts about her lover, and only then did she realize how cruel and ruthless he was, and it was a blessing to be able to get rid of him.

"Good sir, go and bathe, as reward for your chivalry!" she said to Sir Luck.

So, in the last rays of the setting sun, the knight clanged forward and bathed in the Fountain of Fortune.He was surprised to find that he was one of the lucky ones in a thousand, and he felt exhilarated by this incredible good luck.

The sun sank below the horizon, and Sir Luck came out of the fountain, glowing with joy.Wearing rusty armor, he threw himself at Amata's feet, thinking that Amata was the kindest and most beautiful woman he had ever seen.Flushed with excitement, he proposed to her and asked for her heart.

Amata was also very happy, realizing that she had found a man worthy of her heart.

The three witches and the knight walked down the hill together arm in arm.

The four lived happily for a long time, but none of them knew, nor suspected, that the water of the Fountain of Fortune had no magic at all.

(End of this chapter)