days at Hogwarts

Chapter 757 Your Gift Is Gone

The vast night sky gradually brightened, and more and more stars appeared.

The bonfire burned quietly, and the eyes of both of them were illuminated by the fire. Loren grabbed Hermione's hair and spun it in circles: "You know the story of the Book of Abraham. Perhaps you have noticed that every time this book appears, it guides the chosen wizards. While they are refining the Philosopher's Stone and pursuing the truth, it also guides them to save the world and eliminate crises."

Hermione opened her bright and sparkling eyes, a little incredulous: "A wizard who obtains the Book of Abraham will save the world... Is this the origin of the legend of the wise man?"

Loren quietly held her waist, waiting for her to absorb the information.

A few minutes later, Hermione sorted out the information and frowned slightly: "Are you saying that these disasters were predicted by the wise man Abraham?"

"I don't think so." Loren sniffed the fragrance on Hermione's body. "As the legendary wizard who created the Philosopher's Stone, when Abraham wrote this book, he might have thought of leaving treasures for his people or descendants to help them through several difficult crises or difficulties and promote the prosperity of his people, but he certainly didn't think of saving the world thousands of years later."

"But why..."

"When the Book of Abraham was created, it was already a part of this world. It not only belonged to Abraham and his people. Compared to their wishes, the inheritance of the book and the development of events all followed another powerful will." Loren paused and said in a slightly heavier voice, "The will of the world."

Hermione seemed to understand: "Explain it."

"The hypothesis of world will can be traced back to 400 BC. Philosopher Plato once believed that the world is a huge life with individual consciousness, just like countless neurons make up our consciousness. This individual consciousness is the combination of all intelligent creatures, called Gaia consciousness. Gaia consciousness will not and cannot communicate with a single intelligent individual, just as we cannot communicate with a single neuron...

"Thirty years ago, a meteorologist proposed a hypothesis that the earth is a living organism that can self-regulate. This does not mean that the world is a living organism with individual consciousness, but that there is a complex and coherent interaction between living organisms and the natural environment, and there is a certain feedback regulation mechanism that drives the earth towards a stable state that is more suitable for the reproduction of life."

Loren spoke slowly, trying to give Hermione time to digest the information. "Flamel believes that there is also a complex and close connection between magical creatures and the natural environment. There is also a magnificent magical consciousness in the entire magical world. It is the collective consciousness of all magical creatures. It is a part of Gaia's consciousness. Although it cannot communicate with individual magical creatures, because there is magic that transcends the laws of nature in this world, the magical will is more flexible than Gaia's consciousness, and the influence it can exert is more intuitive."

Hermione stared at the burning flames for a long time before she spoke thoughtfully, "You mean, this will is affecting the inheritance of the Book of Abraham, and it is this consciousness that guides the sages of all generations to prevent the spread of disasters?"

"When Nicolas Flamel was a scribe in Paris, he got a clue to the Book of Abraham in his dream. Hundreds of years later, he was inspired in the same way and gave the Book of Abraham to me." Loren looked at the waves behind the bonfire, his eyes moving. "Flamel originally thought that it was his prophetic gift that was showing its magic."

"Is not it?"

"A very small number of chosen wizards can see through the fog of time and space. They can always glimpse a corner of the distant future at the right time, gain inspiration from it, and influence the present reality... This kind of magic has no rules and cannot be taught. Even the fortune teller himself finds it difficult to control." Loren chuckled, "Don't you think this kind of magic is full of coincidences?"

"..."

The elusive third eye, the difficult-to-reproduce prophecy, the way to obtain information is through dreams or the mumbling of a confused mind.

Hermione was stunned for a moment, her eyes widened: "The prophecy itself is a manifestation of magical consciousness!"

"We can't give an accurate answer at the moment, but at least Flamel and I think so." Loren said softly, "In short, Abraham left behind the method of making the Philosopher's Stone and a powerful curse on it. After thousands of years, this book did not make Abraham's descendants and ethnic group prosperous. Instead, through various coincidences, it was passed down in the hands of a few wizards, and gradually woven into a legend about the sage."

"I see……"

Hermione tugged at his sleeves, wrapping him tighter in the hug like a blanket, and turned her head to rub his cheek: "What did other legendary wizards leave behind?"

"Merlin and the fairy Morgan summed up the experience of the Dark Ages and pointed the way for those who came after them."

As Loren spoke, he pointed his hand towards the campfire, and the fire suddenly reversed. The remaining charcoal and ashes in the fire gathered together again and turned into complete firewood.

When he removed his fingers, the wood quickly burned out, but the fire did not change at all.

"If a wizard who is powerful enough to be unstoppable appears, we can use the magic of the fragments of time and space to exile them from this world. For this purpose, we have left the magic of time and space."

"It turns out that these two magical powers were left by the fairies Morgan and Merlin..." Hermione raised her eyebrows, "No wonder you can control them."

"As for Mr. Salazar Slytherin, he is too mysterious. Although he left behind many things, Flamel and I still haven't figured out his intentions. The Chamber of Secrets and the Basilisk, the wand and the pendant, and the most special one, Ms. Daisy Doddridge in the gap between time and space."

"The first few items were left behind before he left Hogwarts. He might not have foreseen the future at that time, and he arranged for Ms. Doddridge to stay after leaving Hogwarts..." Hermione showed a thoughtful look, "Could it be just to convey information to us?"

"Who knows? These guys are so mysterious..."

Loren paused, buried his face in Hermione's neck, and took a deep breath: "These old guys didn't expect that these things from different eras would come together, influence each other, and intertwine with each other, pointing out another path for me."

"What road?" Hermione felt a little itchy and couldn't help shrinking her neck.

"The path to saving the world."

Loren said this and quickly pecked Hermione on the lips, without any intention of adding anything else.

I really didn't expect that.

It turns out that the world really focuses on oneself.

He broke into this magical world inexplicably and originally thought that the biggest crisis was the terrifying leader Voldemort. As long as the old headmaster died, Harry would take over. He would have a fairy-tale ending before or after graduation, and then live an easy and comfortable life, being the man behind the Minister of Magic. When he got older and retired, he would help Dumbledore realize his dream of traveling around the world. He felt happy just thinking about it.

Now that he knew he had been loaded with the main quest, he did not feel any panic or anxiety. According to historical calculations, that war should not have broken out in their time.

There is still a slight sense of urgency.

After all, mermaids are really endangered species. In another ten or twenty years, some Muggles will unscrupulously discharge sewage into the sea, and I am afraid they will really become extinct.

Hermione shrunk her neck and glanced at him secretly out of the corner of her eye. They chatted until late at night. They talked about so many things, but they stopped here. Curiosity was like Crookshanks' claws, constantly scratching and poking.

Abraham, Merlin and Morgan, Slytherin and Nicolas Flamel...

It is such a great and exciting thing to be on par with these wizards and become a part of the magnificent history of magic, but this person just looks like he is just going through the motions.

Hermione felt her neck being sucked again, which made her feel itchy.

It is disturbing and annoying.

Ever since Grandpa Bates's werewolf disease was cured, this man has become more and more leisurely and calm. He used to be nervous and worried about some unexpected things, but now that Voldemort has been completely defeated, his legendary magic power and the Elder Wand have become his confidence, and he has completely become a calm and relaxed person.

A slightly salty smell seems to linger at the tip of my nose.

"Hermione, what shower gel are you using? It smells so nice...

"Humph……"

Hermione made a slight nasal sound, pursed her lips and gritted her teeth, silently thinking about how to get words out of him.

"Zi..."

This person was sucking her earlobe. "Stop!" Hermione pushed the person away with a red face and stared at him, "If you don't want to continue talking, go to sleep peacefully. You have to go back to New York tomorrow!"

This level of rebuke was lighter than the waves. Instead, the girl looked angry, like a little witch who was bullied in the lower grades.

Loren pursed his lips to hold back his laughter, continued to hug her, sniffed her fragrance, and whispered: "Today is not over yet, it's my birthday, and we are a couple, can't we kiss and hug?"

Hermione rolled her eyes.

This guy always has so many things to say. You can't agree with him, but it's also hard to refute him.

She pursed her lips: "Remember the birthday present I mentioned?"

"Remember!" Loren nodded heavily and answered quickly.

Hermione leaned close to his head and whispered: "..."

"!!"

Loren's eyes immediately widened, his expression 70% ecstatic and 30% in disbelief.

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Hermione looked at him quietly: "That was my plan before, but now because of your performance, this plan has been terminated."

"Please forgive me."

"It is unforgivable." Hermione's tone was flat, almost indifferent, "It has already happened, just like the waves will not surge back, time cannot be reversed."

"Who said time can't be turned back?"

Loren held the pendant on his chest, closed his eyes and muttered to himself, then stood up and walked backwards back to the tent.

It's not that time really went backwards, he just acted like this to show that his time and space went backwards. Unfortunately, his acting was a bit poor and he tripped and almost fell when he was backing up into the tent.

Hermione's expression was calm.

I sat in front of the campfire for a while, adjusting the firewood and the magic to maintain the flame. When I felt sleepy, I stood up, brushed the sand off my trouser legs, turned around and walked into the tent.

This person was lying in a sleeping bag, still mumbling with his eyes closed, immersed in the fantasy of reversing time and space, as if his hard performance could infect her and she would give the gift again.

Hermione crawled into the other sleeping bag and lay down.

After thinking for a moment, she turned over and kissed his forehead.

This is also a gift.

……

The Burrow, Ottery St Catchpole.

A crooked and twisted chimney was swaying on the crumbling house, with wisps of white smoke spewing out of the chimney.

Near the kitchen of the house, the first sound you hear is the sizzling of eggs being fried in the pan. Flames lick the bottom of the pan, and the hot oil makes the transparent egg white gradually turn brown. There are also slices of toast being fried next to it, and milk being heated in water giving off a mellow milky aroma. The not-so-spacious kitchen is extremely busy, but the only person who is in charge of all the kitchen utensils is a short, plump, middle-aged red-haired witch.

There were faint sounds of footsteps coming from upstairs.

The one who got up at this time was the Muggle girl Marjorie, Sirius' stepdaughter. Betty had just given birth and was recuperating at home. The girl took advantage of the summer vacation to visit the Burrow. She was curious about everything about the wizarding family. She was the first one to finish washing up and come to the kitchen every morning, observing all the kitchen utensils that could be used for cooking with shining eyes.

In fact, there were similar kitchen utensils in the Blake mansion, but those things had been idle for many years, and Molly was not very easy to use them, unlike the ones in the Burrow that were light and flexible.

"Boom boom boom!"

The footsteps on the stairs stopped.

Marjorie should have gone down to the first floor.

There was a more brisk sound of footsteps coming from the corridor outside, and a figure pushed the door and walked into the kitchen. She was wearing a loose wizarding academy robe with the Gryffindor badge embroidered on her chest and arms. It was unknown which brother left it to her, as the Weasley family only had Gryffindor robes.

"Good morning, Molly!"

Marjorie greeted him warmly, her eyes fixed on the wizarding kitchen utensils, looking here and there: "It smells so good!"

Molly's smile was brilliant, and for a housewife who got up early alone to make breakfast for the whole family, there was no greater comfort than this.

"Breakfast will be ready soon, Marjorie. Perhaps you would like to go to Diagon Alley with me in the morning. George and Fred's joke shop is right there. There are many novel and interesting gadgets that you can play with without a wand. You will definitely like them."

Molly quickly washed a plate and rubbed her apron. "And Bill and Charlie, they are busy with their work at Gringotts. I heard that they discovered some new relics. They haven't been back for several days... Really! I don't know what's going on at Gringotts. How can they be busier than the Joke Shop and the Ministry of Magic? I must go ask those goblins later!"

"Uh……"

Marjorie rolled her eyes and walked slowly out of the kitchen: "Actually, I'd rather take you to our supermarket for shopping. I think you'll like it. What do you think?"

"A Muggle supermarket?"

Molly was about to agree when she suddenly realized something was wrong. She turned her head and stared at the Muggle girl with sharp and alert eyes: "Are you trying to divert my attention? Are you hiding something from me?"

"Uh... no no."

"Did George and Fred tell you to do that?"

"no no!"

"Is Ron in trouble again?"

"no no."

"That is……"

Molly asked around, and then her eyes widened slightly when she thought of her two most trusted sons who had not returned for a few days. "Is it Bill and Charlie?!"

(End of this chapter)