days at Hogwarts

Chapter 200 Harry: What did you just say?
On the way back to the common room, Loren kept thinking about the Fountain of Luck.

He had read the famous "The Tales of Beedle the Poet" roughly, but at that time his attention was all focused on the last story - "Death and the Three Brothers".

So far, the Deathly Hallows is real, and so is the Fountain of Luck.

Does this mean that the magic involved in several other stories is also real?

"'Wizard and the Hopping Pot', 'The Hairy Heart of the Wizard', what's another story?" Loren muttered, gave the password to the fat lady, and got into the Gryffindor common room.

In the lounge of the circular room, streamers left over from Halloween are hung on the walls, and passionate flames are surging in the fireplace.

"Brilliant! I've never seen you so brave, Neville!"

"Justin was scared to death at the time, thanks to you!"

"Why are you still blushing? It's not like this when you wield a poisonous snake, haha!"

A group of young wizards gathered around Neville and rubbed all kinds of creams on his face to express their admiration for his heroic behavior today.

The lively atmosphere looked very good, and it seemed that there was no trouble because of Harry's affairs.

Loren was relieved a lot, but he scanned around, but couldn't find Hermione, Harry, and Ron.

He quietly touched Seamus and Dean who were chatting by the window, and patted Seamus on the shoulder.

"I definitely believe—" Seamus, who was lying on the window, turned his head and his eyes lit up, "Hey, Loren, tonight's duel was great! Emmm...I mean, if there were no things that happened later... "

Loren interrupted him: "See Hermione? And Harry and Ron, where did they go?"

Before Seamus could answer, Cormac McLaggen, who was not far away, yelled loudly: "It's unbelievable! You're still looking for that person."

McLaggen was a student a year above them. He usually had a bad-ass look, was self-centered, and had a bad temper.He's always clamoring to be a Quidditch player, but Wood doesn't seem to want him on the team.

Because of Loren's wonderful performance on stage, McLaggen wanted to make friends with him, and when he heard him asking where Harry had gone, he couldn't wait to jump out, and said with a gesture of consideration for him: "I remember you are Little Muggle-born wizard, let me tell you, the most important thing you should do now is to go back to the dormitory to pack your things, and move out to stay away from that person."

As if he was proud of his idea, he raised his eyebrows and continued: "And Miss Granger, you should persuade her to stay away from that person, maybe you will be petrified and sent to the school infirmary at some point Already!"

He was afraid that other people wouldn't hear what he said, and couldn't behave like himself, so he yelled so hard that almost all the little wizards in Gryffindor heard it.

As if with some magical power, McLaggen's few words interrupted the lively scene just now, and the common room fell into silence.

I'm afraid there is something wrong with this person.

Loren looked at him calmly, and his voice was not too loud, just enough for every little wizard in the lounge to hear: "First of all, Harry is my roommate, a classmate from the same college as me, and a classmate with me. A partner who has experienced life and death adventures, I know him, so I trust him."

"Secondly, you want to criticize Harry but dare not name him by name. This kind of behavior will only make people feel ridiculous."

Others started talking in low voices:

"He really didn't dare to mention Harry's name just now."

"I know, like my parents are afraid to mention Voldemort's name, McLaggen is really afraid of Harry."

"Are you afraid that Harry will petrify him?"

Ginny's retorting voice was uttered amidst the twittering noise, and she broke her voice a little because of excitement: "Harry is not the heir to the Chamber of Secrets, so he won't turn people into petrification!"

At this time, he touched his face a few times indiscriminately, but instead, Neville, whose face was covered in cream, walked out of the crowd and walked to Loren's side, with a foolish firmness on his face: "I believe it too profit."

Seamus didn't speak, and stood beside the two silently, expressing his position.

McLaggen's face was flushed, and he snarled with a louder voice, "Are you idiots? Haven't you heard that Harry Potter can speak Parseltongue? That doesn't mean he is the heir of Slytherin." ?"

"Think about it! He was there when Mrs. Lawris was killed, and Creevey slipped out to visit him in the hospital before he was petrified. Don't these prove that he is the heir of Slytherin?"

"Nonsense! On the night Mrs. Norris was killed, Ron was with him all the time." Ginny stood up and reprimanded him, and also went to Loren and the others to express her position.

"Huh?" McLaggen was even more proud, "This shows that Ron is an accomplice. Who doesn't know that the Weasleys are also a pure-blood family. You don't care about the blood on the surface, but you are protecting the pure-blood in your behavior. Even if you are poor, They still have so many children, what is the purpose of not inheriting the bloodline?"

Ginny was so angry that her hair stood on end, her red hair fluttering like a lion's mane, and she rushed forward screaming, trying to tear his mouth open.

George and Fred hurriedly persuaded Ginny, each holding Ginny by one arm, and comfortingly said: "Lady, lady..."

Ginny waved her hands and feet vigorously, trying to break free from the restraints, and punish that cheap-mouthed person severely.

George leaned into his ear: "Don't worry, don't worry, we will teach him a lesson."

"That's right, it just so happens that we have a lot of interesting stuff that hasn't been tested on humans yet." Fred brushed her hair down slowly.

Coincidentally, Percy, who was going to control the order, stood up from the crowd and heard Fred's words when passing by the three people. He glared at them, pursed his lips but did not say any warning words.

"Look, look, Prefect Percy is angry too."

"He didn't stop us..."

"Everyone listen to me," Percy stood between Loren and McLaggen, separated them, raised his hand to attract the attention of the crowd, "Professor Snape specifically warned us not to spread unfounded rumors." Rumors. Harry is a member of our house and I hope everyone believes him."

Percy's eyes scanned the crowd in front of him: "Even if you don't want to believe it, I hope everyone will take the school's investigation as the criterion and stop self-righteous suspicion."

The chirping chatter sounded again.

"Do you believe?"

"I don't know, but I'm pure-blooded, so I don't have to worry."

"Oops, my grandma is a Muggle, will I be petrified?"

"Then you walk around Potter from now on."

"..."

In the end, Wood stood up and led a group of Quidditch players to support Harry, and those voices of doubt were barely suppressed.It's just that the lively party couldn't go on any longer, so everyone dispersed, and small groups in twos and threes gathered together.

Seamus patted Loren's shoulder with emotion: "When Harry and the others first came back, they couldn't stay any longer because of these words, so they went out to get some air."

"Where did they go?"

"The Astronomy Tower, it is said that the air there is fresh."

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The Astronomy Tower is the tallest tower in Hogwarts Castle. They have an astronomy class every week, and they have to go here for stargazing.Students observe the orbits of stars and planets through telescopes, explore the stars and practice magic.The class is usually held at midnight, as the stars are best seen at this time.

This is an open circular terrace surrounded by low parapets. The sky seems so low that it seems that you can reach into the clouds by raising your arms, but when you raise your hands, you will find the sky hanging high The stars in the night sky are still far away.

When Loren rushed to the Astronomy Tower, Harry was leaning against the parapet, complaining angrily: "How could they think that I was the one who opened the secret chamber!"

Hermione and Ron leaned on either side of Harry with helpless expressions.

Hermione said, "Because Parseltongue is a famous skill of Salazar Slytherin, everyone thinks you are the heir of Slytherin."

Ron went on: "Exactly, now the whole school will think you're his great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-grandchild of him or something..."

"I was telling the snake not to attack Justin. I can't think of any harm in preventing a big ugly snake from biting Justin's head off, other than keeping him from joining the Headless Hunt." Harry. I was so angry that I helped others and had problems.

"That's great. The only snake in the audience understood what you said. Would you like to let it come out to prove it for you?" Loren followed the formation and stood next to Hermione. People who don't believe in you won't believe it, come here to blow cold wind for them?"

The cruel and straightforward words directly stabbed Harry's lungs, making his face uncomfortable.

Hermione gently tugged at the hem of his clothes, trying to make him stop pricking his heart.

"Just now in the Gryffindor common room, in order to defend you, Ginny almost rushed up and tore the mouth of McLaggen who spoke ill of you, if George and Fred hadn't stopped her," Loren said.

Ron grinned happily: "George and Fred really, why stop Ginny."

Loren looked at the slumped Harry with distaste: "If Ginny sees the person she desperately defends like this, she will probably regret it."

Ron frowned. It sounded a bit wrong, but he couldn't tell what was wrong.

"And Wood and the others stood up to speak for you despite all the questioning eyes. Bah! I really feel unworthy for them."

Ginny, Wood...Harry's nose was sour, and he tried not to let the soreness rush into his eyes. He stood up and walked back: "I'm going to make it clear to those people that I'm here to save people, and I'm Gran Students of Fendor are not heirs of Slytherin."

He looked like a dead fish, and how many people would dare to let him go back, maybe it would turn into reasoning with a magic wand if he couldn't speak clearly in a few words.

Hermione held him back: "Calm down first, as Loren said, those who believe in you don't need to explain. Those who don't believe in you, no matter how you explain it, it's useless."

"Yeah, you can't put the truth in their heads." Ron nodded in agreement.

So the group sat down and asked Harry to calm down before starting to sort out the current situation.

It was a little windy, and they leaned against the parapet.Hermione called up a few bright blue flames to warm the place up a bit:
"Tomorrow you can go to Justin and make it clear, whether he believes it or not, we explained it anyway."

"Go to Principal Dumbledore again, he will definitely believe you, as long as the professors are on your side, we don't have to worry about those rumors."

"For the rest of the day, we will keep a low profile. The Polyjuice Potion can be completed before Christmas. Once we get Malfoy's intelligence and find the real heir, the matter will be settled."

To be honest, Harry thought that Hermione's brains were always more useful than theirs. Hearing her sorting out one by one and making reasonable and well-founded arrangements, his suspenseful heart slowly fell into place.

The cool wind blows over the neck, and there is a feeling similar to riding a broomstick.

The stars above his head were bright, and the castle below was pitch black. The subtle drop gave Harry a wonderful sense of fate. At a certain moment, he suddenly felt that this tower had an unusual connection with him.

They chatted all over the world, talking about the idiot Professor Lockhart, and Snape, who was surprisingly good at dueling, talked about "Babbitty Rabbit and Her Quacking Stump", and talked about Loren Already mastered the Oblivion Curse.

Hermione suddenly remembered that Loren had gone to do alchemy after not seeing him all afternoon. She shook her shoulder and bumped Loren: "You have refined something this afternoon, show it to us."

"alchemy!"

Harry and Ron remembered the magical storage box and Hermione's storage bag, and they looked at Loren expectantly.

Ron's eyes sparkled: "Is it for our storage equipment?"

"Um—" Loren was silent for a while, and said calmly, "The storage equipment is going to be given to you as a Christmas gift, and this time the refining is another thing."

According to his current level of alchemy, storage equipment is easy to refine.Think of it as a birthday gift to make up for the two of them. Both of them gave gifts on his birthday, and he basically didn't remember their birthdays.

"Long live Morgan!"

Harry and Ron didn't notice anything unusual, and the cheers echoed far away in the astronomy tower in the middle of the night.

Only Hermione looked at Loren strangely, and she smelled a lie.

Loren took out the repaired Bloody Mary's hand mirror from his pocket: "It's not a magic item I refined, but a magic item I repaired. I don't know how the mirror was originally used."

"When repairing the mirror, I added some magic circles. The most superficial way to use it is to shake others with the reflection of the mirror, which will have a short-term forgetting effect."

This is to control the magic circle set up by the influence of the Dementor Stone, and prevent the Dementor Stone from absorbing the beautiful emotions and memories of others unrestrainedly, which just fits with his newly learned Forgetting Curse.

The three of them leaned forward and looked at the hand mirror.The silvery mirror surface is as bright and clear as the moon, and the seven water drop-shaped petals are slightly twisted to wrap the mirror surface. The mirror surface is like a flower core. The black handle with the thickness of a little finger is used as a flower branch, and a red gemstone is adorned at the end.The back of the flower has a small drum in the shape of a receptacle.

"Will that help Harry forget his troubles?" Ron followed Loren's words and turned the mirror towards Harry's eyes, and the silvery moonlight flashed by.

It caused Harry to be in a trance for a while, and he came back to his senses after a few seconds: "What did you just say?"

"I said this mirror will help you forget your worries!" Ron shook Harry again.

"what did you just say?"

"I said to help you forget your troubles..."

Ron suddenly discovered the fun of this mirror. If he wasn't afraid of Harry beating him, he could keep playing.

"Leave Harry alone. His emotions tonight are ups and downs. His soul should be unstable, and he is easily affected by the mirror." Loren was speechless. This is really a good brother, and he is addicted to playing.

Harry came back to his senses again: "What did you just say?"

"Go back to the lounge, if you don't cheer up, you will be shaken into a fool." Hermione saw her toothache, "He just shook you six times with this mirror."

"Ron Weasley!" Harry's fists were clenched.

Ron put down the mirror and ran.

(End of this chapter)