days at Hogwarts

Chapter 513 Leaving School
It was already the next morning when I saw Dumbledore again.

Loren, Hermione and other fourth years stood together in the crowded foyer waiting for the carriage to take them to Hogsmeade station. Suitcases were neatly lined up next to them, and owls of various colors stood languidly in cages on the boxes. In this weather, they should be sleeping in shacks.

It is another beautiful and pleasant summer day, and the little wizards can predict that when they return to their respective homes, it will be very hot there, with lush foliage in the yard and on the streets, and colorful flowers in the flowerbeds...

Standing on the steps at the entrance of the castle, looking out at the open space, the green vegetable patches and lush lawns look increasingly green under the sunlight, the scars of the Whomping Willow have become much more pleasing to the eye, and further away are the tall beech trees at the edge of the Forbidden Forest. , a few unnamed wild flowers occasionally broke into sight, making this picture a little more bright.
After Dumbledore's warning last night, the little wizards all remembered the scary stories about Voldemort they had heard from everywhere, and shared them with their friends.

"The old lady who lives next door to me said that the mysterious man hates wizards with impure blood the most. He will sneak into the house at midnight and brutally kill everyone in that family, even the dogs. When the Auror arrives, he will only You can see corpses all over the place!" A young wizard living in the Devon County Wizarding Community said mysteriously. The young Muggle-born wizard next to him was frightened and quickly asked for details.

"How does he know if this family is pure blood?"

"I don't know. That's what those old people said. It might be some kind of magic that detects blood. It's like a looking glass. It makes a sound when it encounters a wizard with impure blood."

"What can we do? Can't the Aurors of the Ministry of Magic catch him before he commits murder?" Colin Creevey sighed.

"Aurors can't resist the mysterious man. Only Dumbledore can deal with him, but Dumbledore can't find him." Ernie MacMillan of Hufflepuff looked at him with pity, "Bless yourself. Maybe the mysterious person will find trouble with other people first."

The Slytherin team was much calmer. After all, their college had the largest number of pure-blood wizards, not to mention that many of their fathers or uncles were Death Eaters themselves. Regardless of whether the news of Voldemort's return was true or false, it would not affect their happy vacation. .

Loren was standing next to them, so he could hear some scattered discussions, such as the two sons of Death Eaters who were talking.

"Draco, do you have any news?" Theodore Nott asked softly.

"No, I didn't have time to write home, I planned to go back and ask." Draco said briefly.

"I don't know if the Dark Lord has made a comeback, but some people have already received the news, such as Principal Karkaroff who escaped in a hurry, Crabbe who acted strangely two years ago..." Theodore Nott said in a tone of voice Indifferently, as if he was talking about something insignificant.

"Oh?" A slightly sarcastic smile appeared on Draco's lips, "Then is your father one of them, Theodore... Nott?"

Nott seemed not to hear the irony in his words and chuckled: "Do you think the return of the Dark Lord is a good thing for the Nott family?"

Draco's eyes moved and he looked at him expressionlessly: "Who knows?"

"..."

Realizing that this man was wary, Nott did not hesitate to pester him. He shrugged his shoulders and walked away to talk to other students related to Death Eaters. Loren took a curious look and realized that this man had different ideas from other pure-blood wizards. Although he was also a pure-blood supremacist, he did not pursue Voldemort, and his attitude even revealed a hint of rejection.

"It's true, right? The famous Dark Lord has returned to his physical body and is preparing to dominate the magical world again." Draco, expressionless, came closer and asked in a low voice without moving his lips.

Loren also moved slightly to the side and nodded slightly: "After Voldemort's resurrection ceremony was successful, he immediately summoned the Death Eaters through the Mark of the Dark One, and your father was among them."

"..." Draco fell into deep silence and didn't speak for a long time.

Loren teased carelessly, reached out and touched the dolphin pendant around his neck, took out a copper nut and handed it over: "Don't worry too much, think on the bright side, Draco, your father's main concern is Responsible for civilian work, at least that person will not let him lead people to attack the Ministry of Magic. "

"Is this part of your unique way of comforting yourself?"

Draco complained as he took it and looked through it. He found that the style of the copper coins was completely different from the ones exchanged in Gringotts. The side that should have been engraved with the head of the Goblin King was smooth and blank, with only a line of small words on the top. ——"To Draco Malfoy:"

Similar paragraphs usually appear on the letter header, so this side is used when receiving letters, and the other side...

Draco turned over to look at the other side of the copper coin and saw 26 letters evenly arranged along the edge. He raised his head and asked, "Alchemy items for communication? Did you make them? How to use them?"

As expected of Malfoy, who often frequents the Black Magic Items Shop in Borgin and Bock, he is really well-informed. Loren introduced with a smile: "The gadgets I made last semester were perfected again last night. I spelled them well." Inject a touch of magic after your name, enter the message you want to convey, and then inject a touch of magic... I will only give you one during special periods, and you will not be charged for it.”

Draco couldn't help but look back and forth at the rough-made copper coins, and then took a deep look at the wizard of the same age in front of him, his inner admiration unspoken.

Most wizards in the world rely on owls for communication, but the magical world is not without remote instant communication. Alchemy items are mostly made of precious materials and ancient alchemy. The process is complicated and the price is high. Only a few have noble status. , Only those with rich wealth own one or two pieces.

The copper coin in his hand is obviously crudely made and low-cost. If it can be mass-produced and promoted around the world, it will replace the owl in a few years... It is completely foreseeable that his wealth will exceed the century-old accumulation of many pure-blood families!
Putting aside his wandering thoughts, Draco quickly typed Loren Morgan's name on the tiny copper keyboard, pressed a few letters at random and sent it, then stared at him with burning eyes.

"If you send too many spam messages, you will be blacklisted by me..." Loren took out another copper nut from the pendant and explained it while showing it to him, "There are also restrictions on the scope of the message. It is best to be in Britain." Within the territory, some closed spaces with powerful defensive magic will also have an impact on communication..."

Draco thought for a while and couldn't help but say something more: "Is there only Copper Nut? Why not make it with Gold Galleons? Silver Sicor can also be used if it doesn't work..."

"It would be nice to have Copper Nat, and you chose..." Loren turned around and left before he could finish his words, with a look of disgust on his face.

(End of this chapter)