days at Hogwarts

Chapter 353 Return to reality

Loren suddenly understood why Slytherin had conflicts with several other founders in his later years and was so hostile to Muggle-born and half-blood wizards.

If there is destined to be a war between Muggles and wizards or the wizarding world, Muggle-born and half-blood wizards will only increase the enemy's power.

In the book "Hogwarts: A School History", the death times of Godric Gryffindor, Rowena Ravenclaw, and Helga Hufflepuff are clearly recorded. There was only Slytherin. After the construction of the Chamber of Secrets was completed, he left Hogwarts Castle and disappeared...

Cultivating basilisks, studying ancient magic, building chambers of secrets... What preparations did Slytherin make for that war in the distant future, and how many back-ups did he lay down?

Loren exhaled softly, and just when he was about to ask the rest of the matter, the wine barrel not far away suddenly began to vibrate slightly.

Loren and Daisy both looked towards the wine barrel. The barrel made of spliced ​​oak boards was shaking on the ground. Crystal golden light dust spurted out from the mouth of the barrel. Mixed with the golden light dust, a wave of The bright crimson magic power began to flash regularly, rapidly decaying at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the crimson color gradually disappeared into gold.

The magic power of the magic stone has been exhausted!

……

In 1971, Hogwarts Castle, in the freshman team in front of the main guest seat in the auditorium, the eleven-year-old Snape lowered his eyes slightly and watched the dusty and cobwebbed Sorting Hat put on one after another. freshmen's heads, leaving dirty marks on their hair.

Snape pursed his lips and looked sideways at his hair that he had just washed today, feeling hesitant in his heart.

It was really strange. He clearly remembered that he was standing in the same position twenty years ago. Although he couldn't recall what he was thinking at that time, he certainly didn't dislike the dirty Sorting Hat.

What were you thinking about at that time?

Are you looking at the professors at the guest of honor, coveting the various delicacies on the long table, looking at the little wizards of Slytherin, silently praying that the Sorting Hat can sort you into the glorious Slytherin house?

He can't remember clearly...

Snape's eyes were dark and constantly changing.

Potter and Black were already mingling in the front row. They were trying to provoke the eleven-year-old Remus Lupin. He was somewhat silent. They tried to provoke him to speak, even if it was a curse.

Snape remembered that it was this year that a Whomping Willow was transplanted outside Hogwarts Castle, which had been established for nearly a thousand years...

Suddenly, the pupils in Snape's eyes contracted violently, and a suction force beyond the real world enveloped him. It seemed as if an invisible hand reached into his head, grabbing his soul that belonged to the future and dragging him outward.

"Is it time?"

Snape felt a little regretful, but also felt relieved.

"Lily Evans!" the branch professor shouted from the front.

A blond girl squeezed through the crowd, trotted forward and put the sorting hat on her head.

Snape's gaze passed through the gap between the crowd and stayed on Lily's smile, but her eyes were blocked by the Sorting Hat. Snape could only recall those dark green eyes in his mind. Fortunately, he has already seen them these days. I have seen it many times, and the picture emerged without much effort——

"Gryffindor!"

Eleven-year-old Lily Evans happily took off the sorting hat, glanced at the Gryffindor table, and quickly looked for the face of her friend. She waved to him happily and saw the smile on his lips. He was moving, but he was too far away to hear what Sif was saying.

She squinted her eyes to identify the shape of his mouth, and vaguely saw that he seemed to be saying:

"We'll see you again, I promise."

Lily tilted her head, "Sif, that's strange. Of course we will meet again. We go to a magic school and see each other every day."

……

One weekend in the winter of 1982, it was time for activity week again at Hogwarts.

At the door of the Paddy's Cafe on Hogsmeade Street, the already elderly Professor McGonagall glanced at the young wizards who were dating in the cafe from a distance, unwilling to go in at this time.

It was here that Elphinstone proposed to her for the first time, but she refused at the time.

Professor McGonagall withdrew her gaze and dragged Elphinstone away quickly: "No, no, if the students see it, I won't have to attend class in the future."

Elphinstone couldn't help laughing: "Oh, please believe me, Minerva, your level of transfiguration is enough to teach these students... After all, every weekend, I can always hear you complaining about "Transfiguration Today" Errors and omissions in the technique.”

Elphinstone paused. Since getting married, he always felt that his wife had become more mature, and her magical attainments and academic level far exceeded his own.

It's strange, why didn't I know Minerva was so powerful before...

"By the way, would you like to send the errors and omissions you discovered to the editor of "Transfiguration Today"?"

"Oh no, I'd rather do some sewing at home..." Professor McGonagall's voice suddenly weakened, and something seemed wrong on her face, especially since she shook a few heart-wrenching times.

Elphinstone supported her worriedly: "What's wrong with you, Minerva?"

Professor McGonagall came back to her senses, shook her head with a smile, and said, "I want to eat the caramel pudding you made."

"Oh, of course, I'll do it right away..."

……

Located in the Leaky Cauldron Bar in a different space before everything begins and after everything ends, in the small courtyard behind, Daisy holds a wine glass in both hands, looking up at the golden sands of time where the crimson magic entangled in the sand is slowly precipitating, golden. The red light and shadow shone on her face, making her look faintly bright and moving.

"The time has come..." Daisy murmured softly.

She actually wanted to talk about Slytherin's subsequent arrangements, how she came to this alien space, and how she accepted Slytherin's instructions.

Most importantly, she wanted to tell the descendant of Morgan that Slytherin was not just favoring the purebloods, but that he had listened to Gryffindor's ideas and the advice of several other close friends.

But the time has come, the time has come, and Daisy Doddridge has never been a big figure in the history books. She is just a narrator. She has already told the most important stories in history.

As for the prophesied descendant of Morgan, the mission he shoulders and his future choices... are all up to him to explore and find. Just as Merlin came into being in the Dark Ages, the four subsequent founders ended history and opened a new era, and Nico Flamel took over the task of history, every era has its mission...

Loren, who was sitting next to him, watched as the golden sand and stones spewed out of the wine barrel were suspended in the air. Each particle turned into the size of a meteorite, dragging its golden tail of light, flying and circling, rising in the process. A strange fluctuation gradually enveloped him.

In fact, he still had a lot of questions in his mind that he wanted to ask about, about who Abraham was, about what Slytherin did, about why the bar owner was here, about Nico Flamel...

Loren withdrew his gaze and stared at the turbid mead in the wine glass. He suddenly felt a little irritated. He looked up at Ms. Doddridge and whispered: "The wine in our time is no longer turbid. How about asking you to try it if you have a chance?" "

Facing the child's gaze, Daisy smiled and nodded, thinking silently: Of course we will meet again.

The Sands of Time rotated faster and faster. Daisy picked up the wooden wine glass and sniffed it. Suddenly he remembered something, looked at Loren and asked: "You and this little witch still have the smell of mandrake. Are you... Practicing Animagus, right?”

Loren was stunned for a moment: "Yes, yes..."

"Fairy Morgan doesn't need to practice Animagus, remember, she can transform into various animals?" Daisy said.

Loren opened her eyes wide and asked, "What?"

Before Daisy could answer, invisible fluctuations enveloped him, and some unspeakable secret barrier blocked his connection with the outside world. The sounds in the vestibule of the 16th-century Leaky Cauldron grew fainter, the scent of mead grew fainter, and the lights in the hayloft grew dim.

All sights, sounds, and smells disappeared together, leaving only the sands of time trailing in brilliant golden light.

They float in a place with no direction, no sky and no ground. Hermione was floating aside, and Professor Flitwick was lying on his back. The two of them woke up from their drowsiness and looked at Loren with some confusion. Professor McGonagall and Professor Snape could be faintly seen ahead.

The golden stream of light suddenly became more dazzling, and a strong sense of weightlessness came. Under the influence of some kind of traction, they flew forward at an alarming speed...

I don't know how long it took, but Loren felt that the flight had stopped. The light of the real world shone in again, and chaotic and noisy sounds flooded into his ears.

The golden hourglass fell to the ground and made a crisp sound, like the static world restarting, the world suddenly became active. Then there was the sound of bricks and stones splashing on the walls of the bar. At the door, a middle-aged witch wearing a pointed wizard hat was overturned by the air wave and fell next to a wizard wearing a wide cloak.

Everyone quickly realized that they had returned to the real world, exactly the moment after they left.

Professor McGonagall waved her wand, and in the blink of an eye a thick stone wall rose around them. She said calmly and in a deep voice: "Severus, take Morgan and Granger away!"

Loren and Hermione felt Professor Snape pull them roughly, their eyes blurred, and then they were squeezed into a narrow rubber tube. After a strong feeling of suffocation, they appeared in a field of ice and snow. .

Loren and Hermione gasped for breath and recognized that they were on the path between the gates of Hogsmeade and Hogwarts Castle. There should be anti-Apparition magic in the school. Pu sent them here.

"Go back to school to find Dumbledore and tell him what happened today!" Snape said coldly and disappeared in an instant, leaving only the crackling sound in the air.

Arriving outside the familiar campus, although the three professors were still in Diagon Alley, their hearts had calmed down.

With the strength of the three professors, even if they were in danger, they could leave as quickly as before.

A confused little witch looked at the place where the professor disappeared, then turned to look at her little friend, and asked in a daze: "What happened?"

Hermione, who was slightly relieved, began to slowly sort out the memories in her mind. First, she and Loren quietly hid behind the professor and eavesdropped. The explosion destroyed the wall, Professor Snape's bone knife shattered the time turner, and the golden hourglass appeared. I don’t know how many times I spun in mid-air...

Travel through time and space to witness the wizards save the Leaky Cauldron, meet Ms. Doddridge, and spend time with Professor McGonagall and Professor Snape...

"That's right!" Hermione opened her beautiful eyes and said in surprise, "Professor Snape and Harry's mother!"

Loren gave her a look and said faintly: "I advise you to pretend you don't know about this."

"..." Hermione pressed her lips together obediently and continued to sort through the memories in her mind.

Later, he comforted Ms. Daisy Doddridge and took a sip of mead. Then she became unconscious and returned to the real world not long after waking up.

"Ms. Doddridge!" Hermione complained angrily, "I obviously believe her so much, and yet I comforted her..."

Loren looked around, figured out the direction, and then took Hermione's hand and walked towards the school. The girl followed him, mumbling about today's events, a little different from the usual verbosity, even It's like preaching to myself.

Loren led the girl to walk slowly. The outer gate of Hogwarts was getting closer and closer. He did not interrupt Hermione. The girl probably hadn't fully recovered yet... Explosion attack, time travel, being drugged into coma, The incident happened too quickly, and she still needed some time to digest the sudden return to a safe environment.

It was the Christmas holiday, the outer door was closed, and the boars on the pillars on both sides of the main entrance were covered with thick snow.

He cast a levitation spell on his clothes and lifted him and Hermione across the castle. The two approached the castle along the path.

The footsteps stepped on the soft snow, making bursts of rustling sounds. Loren's thoughts gradually drifted away in the rustling sounds. Looking back on what happened today, some new doubts arose in his mind.

The bone knife with magic stone powder and the time turner happened to appear in the Leaky Cauldron, and the explosion happened to happen outside the bar... Many coincidences came together, and he met Ms. Doddridge across the long river of time - The Leaky Cauldron The creator of , the first boss.

And the lady seemed to be waiting there specifically to tell him the real history.

It must have been an arrangement made by Slytherin after he left Hogwarts!

Hermione's muttering and complaining voice suddenly stopped. Loren felt the girl's soft hand suddenly holding his hand. Looking back, Hermione had calmed down, with some worry on her face: "Loren, what happened next? What happened?"

Loren squeezed her hand a little harder and smiled: "Let's rest for a while. When we see Principal Dumbledore, I will tell you about it together."

"Ah."

(End of this chapter)