The days of hanging out at Hogwarts

Harry, Ron and Hermione gathered in front of "Hogwarts: A School History", and the pages of the book turned loudly.

Hermione asked the two of them to stay away from each other in disgust, hindering her from turning the book: "It's really troublesome. I should really memorize this book so that I don't have to turn pages next to each other to find the records of the Chamber of Secrets!"

Harry and Ron trembled as they looked at the tome thicker than their fists. Is this the top student?

"It's right here!" Hermione relied on her familiarity with the contents of the entire book to quickly find the space recording the Chamber of Secrets, in the column about Slytherin's unofficial history.

Harry and Ron squeezed Hermione out of the way and couldn't wait to read the pages.

"Slytherin and Gryffindor had a heated argument over whether to accept Muggle students. Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff favored Gryffindor's point of view on this issue. Slytherin left the school after that. , before leaving, Slytherin built a secret room in the castle, which the other founders knew nothing about."

"Slytherin has sealed the Chamber of Secrets. Only his true heir can open it, release the terrifying things inside, and let it purify the school and eliminate all those who are not worthy of learning magic."

After Harry and Ron each finished reading a paragraph, they raised their heads and looked at Hermione with complicated eyes. She is the little Muggle-born wizard that Slytherin rejects.

"I've known for a long time that Salazar Slytherin is a perverted old lunatic!" Ron raised his head and said with a deep expression, "Hermione, don't go anywhere alone recently. It's best for Loren to follow you all the time. .”

Harry remembered that Loren was also a Muggle, and added: "We will always protect you, don't worry."

Hermione was angry and funny. She rolled up her four-foot-eight-inch History of Magic paper and looked at the heads of the two idiots: "Did you see the name of this chapter? This is a legend! A legend!"

Ron covered his head and muttered in a low voice: "Legends also have a certain basis in fact, don't they?"

"Does it say anything about the terrifying things in the Chamber of Secrets?" Hermione didn't want to waste time with the two of them anymore, so she pulled the big book open and found a brief note at the end of the chapter, "Some kind of only heir of Slytherin." To control its monster.”

"Monster?" Harry looked at the word in confusion, "Is it related to the weird noise I heard that night?"

"Only you can hear it, no one else can. Don't you understand? Harry." Hermione suddenly lowered her voice and looked around nervously, guarding against anyone who could hear their discussion.

A bone-chilling chill suddenly enveloped Harry. It was even colder than the night of the death anniversary party. His hands and feet were cold, and his throat seemed to be suppressed by something. His speech became difficult: "You mean, Parseltongue..."

Ron looked suddenly stunned and looked at Harry in horror.

"Let's find an empty classroom to talk."

Hermione closed "Hogwarts: A School History", put the paper into her bag, and walked quickly to the door.

Ron's eyes were glued to the paper, looking at her back eagerly: "I still have two inches left to write."

"Let's go!" Harry eagerly kneaded everything into a ball, stuffed it into his bag, and pulled Ron to follow.

The three of them entered an abandoned and empty classroom in the corridor on the right side of the library.

"It has the ability to petrify and is a snake-like creature. With these two clues, I will soon be able to find out what kind of monster is in the secret room." Hermione was fully confident.

Ron was still repeating those words: "I knew Salazar Slytherin was a perverted old lunatic."

Harry's heart felt heavy, and he felt that his cold hands, feet, and limbs were becoming as heavy as his heart. He opened his mouth, but he didn't know what to say.

Parseltongue, heir of Slytherin...

Harry had never doubted himself so much. The Sorting Hat had seriously considered sorting him into Slytherin. When he put the hat on his head a year ago, the little voice speaking in his ear suddenly became clear, "You will become something great. You know that in the blink of an eye, Slytherin will help you reach glory." , there is no doubt about it..."

He wondered if he was really the heir of Slytherin.

Believe in yourself, believe in your friends...

Dumbledore's gentle voice crowded out the Sorting Hat's introduction to Slytherin, which made Harry feel better.

Then he became confused again, had Dumbledore expected that he would doubt himself?

"And spiders!" Ron emphasized the clues about the monster. He was very impressed by the spiders. "The spiders in the castle were so scared that they all ran away. Voldemort didn't have such a strong deterrent in the castle last year."

Hermione recorded the clues: "Spiders, petrification, snakes..."

Harry looked at the two friends, struggled for a moment, and finally asked: "Do you believe that I am not the heir of Slytherin? I mean, I can speak Parseltongue, and the Sorting Hat also wanted to sort me into Slytherin House.”

Ron looked at him strangely, as if he was very confused: "Why don't you believe it, weren't we together that night?"

Hermione seemed to see his worry, but said nothing more: "I'm going to the library to find some books about monster maps. If you two have time, come and help me sort out the information."

With that said, she stood up and walked out of the empty classroom.

Harry felt that the weight that had been weighing on his heart since just now was suddenly lifted, and his breathing became easy and smooth again.

With a carefree smile, he followed his friend's footsteps, "I think there is something wrong with Malfoy's words. He jumped out immediately..."

…

On the other side, Dumbledore took Loren to the principal's office.

This circular office still looks familiar to Loren. There are many exquisite silverwares placed on the slender-legged table. They rotate and emit small puffs of smoke. The portraits of the old principals, men and women, are all there. Dozing in their respective photo frames.

It's just that Phoenix Fox seems to be sick. It leans haggardly and weakly on the gilded branches. One-third of its feathers have fallen off, revealing a bare and ugly skin. The dense pores are like small pimples that make people's scalp numb. .

Loren thought Fox was a bit ugly before, but now he looks even uglier.

Feeling his impolite gaze, Fox summoned all his energy and yelled at him several times, his voice dry and hoarse, as if he was suffocated.

Realizing that his screams had changed, Fox suddenly became depressed, folded his wings and claws and retracted into a corner, looking at Loren with sad eyes. The aggrieved look is pitiful and funny,

In the blink of an eye, the phoenix lost a few more feathers. Loren looked at the principal: "Is it really okay for Fox to look like this?"

"Well, I keep telling it to act quickly and complete Nirvana as soon as possible, but it doesn't want to become what it was when it was a child." Dumbledore showed a helpless smile, "I guess it will be delayed until around Christmas."

Dumbledore came and sat down on the high-backed chair behind his desk. He poured two cups of tea, handed one cup to Loren, and raised one cup to his mouth without taking a bite.

He seemed to be hesitating for something.

Loren waited without saying a word.

After a long silence, Dumbledore slowly opened his mouth: "Loren, you already know about the Horcrux, don't you?"

You've been doing this for a long time just to talk about this?

"Yes, principal, I know that the diary is Voldemort's Horcrux, and the crown is also Voldemort's Horcrux. If nothing else, he has more Horcruxes. Don't worry, I kept it a secret for you and didn't leak it." Loren chirped and finished.

The refining of Horcruxes also belongs to the category of alchemy. He studied with the most knowledgeable alchemist in hundreds of years, and it was normal to know about Horcruxes. Coupled with the incident with the diary before school started, even if he didn't know the plot, he could easily deduce these conclusions.

Dumbledore had anticipated this situation, and he felt a little more relaxed after hearing this. He leisurely began to tell what he wanted to say: "During the summer vacation, I visited Mr. Bob Ogden, who worked in the Department of Legal Enforcement of the Ministry of Magic. , the case I took over was related to Voldemort’s mother’s family. Mr. Ogden is very old and in poor health, but fortunately, when I found him, he was still awake and talking to me.”

Loren picked up the tea cup and took a sip... Dumbledore was chattering a lot. He only remembered a man named Bob Ogden, who was about to die.

"From him, I learned that there might be clues about Horcruxes in a place, or even that there were Horcruxes hidden there. I wanted to go there alone to investigate."

Well, Dumbledore found the Gaunt ancestral home.

"But it was a moonlit night and I was putting chocolate in hot cocoa, and you know, elves don't put enough chocolate in the hot cocoa they make at night because they think it's unhealthy."

Loren drank tea with an expressionless expression, his eyes blank, watching Dumbledore's beard move with his lips.

"After drinking that cup of hot cocoa, I suddenly felt that I should take you with me." After Dumbledore finished speaking, he took a sip of tea.

Loren had finished drinking the tea in his teacup. He put down the teacup and looked at Dumbledore with disgust: "Headmaster, next time you say something, you can ignore the process and just tell me the conclusion."

"As I get older, I tend to be more wordy unconsciously." Dumbledore smiled slightly, "Do you have any more questions?"

"I don't have any questions about Voldemort, but - if I can leave the castle, principal, can you take me to Windsor Castle? I haven't gotten the unicorn horn there yet," Loren said.

…

In a corner of the library.

"Polyjuice potion!" Loren looked at the three of them in confusion.

I was only away for half an hour, not half a day, right?

Why did you delay Malfoy as a suspect when you came back?

"Even if it's not Malfoy, he must be a student in Slytherin House. As long as we sneak in, we can find out the information." Hermione replied.

Ron put his hands on the table and said excitedly: "Yes! Hermione came up with the idea. We use Polyjuice Potion to look like Malfoy's two followers, and we can get information about the Chamber of Secrets!" "

Harry nodded: "Yes, Hermione has done the math. We probably only have to break fifty school rules."

Only use, violate school rules, fifty articles...

Loren recited these keywords silently, and leaned closer to stare at Hermione with narrowed eyes: "Hermione, if you are threatened, just blink."

"Stop joking!" Hermione pushed his face away, pulled out a piece of parchment and calculated carefully, "The recipe for Polyjuice Potion is in the "Power Potions" in the restricted area. We have to find a way to get it signed by a professor. Approval slip so that the book can be borrowed from the library."

She wrote and drew on the parchment, thinking to herself:

"But there's no reason for us to borrow that book."

"If we pretend we're interested in this theory, maybe there's some hope."

"But no professor would be fooled so easily..."

Looking up, Hermione found the three of them staring at her with strange expressions. She subconsciously shrank towards Loren: "Is there any problem?"

"Hermione-" Loren sighed, "You have all decided to break the school rules. Why don't you just go out to the forbidden book area at night and steal the formula?"

Ron nodded in agreement: "Yeah, I remember we saw that book last night out."

"..."

Hermione fell silent.

In the area of ​​breaking school rules, Hermione was still too young, and subconsciously she was still a serious little wizard.

Harry noticed Loren's choice of words and looked at him doubtfully: "You mean 'you'?" "

"Yes, you! I am a good student who abides by laws and regulations. I don't want to go out at night with you. If I don't report you, I will have done my best." Loren's face was full of justice, and his body seemed to be shining with light.

Hermione, Harry and Ron:? ? ?

Do you obey the law?

Who inspired them to take their first night out?

Who tempted Hermione to come to the restricted area of ​​the library?

The three of them looked at each other, nodded in unison, and reached an agreement between their eyes.

Twelve o'clock at midnight.

In the boundless darkness, witnessed by the bright stars and moon, the world has entered a new day. The common room was empty. In the dormitory, the little wizard who had not yet slept could hear the long bells ringing outside.

In a boys' dormitory of Gryffindor, Neville's snoring sounded in the dormitory. Seamus huddled under the quilt and fell asleep.

Harry and Ron climbed up from the four-poster bed, looked at each other in the dark under the moonlight, stepped onto the bed in tacit understanding, and tiptoed to Loren's bed without making a sound.

The two of them carefully grabbed the four corners of the quilt and suddenly pinched them together, wrapping the person in the quilt tightly.

“Uh-huh—you—oooo—are dead!”

Loren muttered "Uh huh" under the quilt, but these movements were covered up by Neville's snoring and failed to cause any disturbance.

The two of them carried the quilt together and stumbled down the spiral staircase to the Gryffindor common room. There were still some remaining fires flickering in the fireplace, and the armchairs seemed to be turned into black shadows.

A light flickered on, and Hermione was waiting for them on the chair in her sky-blue nightgown.

"Leave it to you." After Harry and Ron said that, they put down their quilts and walked towards the portrait hole to open the door to the lounge.

"That's too much. You actually want to force me to join you!" Loren broke free from the quilt and saw Hermione standing next to him.

He was heartbroken: "I originally thought you were a good student like me, but I didn't expect you, Hermione Granger, you thick eyebrows..."

Before he could finish speaking, the expressionless Hermione couldn't stand this troublemaker anymore. She put her arms around Loren's shoulders and led him out. The merits of Gryffindor's gift were evident at this moment.

The nameless fragrance came from the girl's pajamas, and Loren suddenly became quiet, but he still held his neck firmly to show that he was forced, and was taken out of the lounge.

"This beautiful lady...is so strong that she can reach the top of the mountain..."

Loren muttered to himself all the time. Harry and Ron pretended not to hear. If Hermione was impatient, she would tighten her grip on his arm slightly. Loren would stop saying weird things because he was in pain.

The library was dark, and Hermione flicked on the light and reached the restricted book section with ease, took down the "Poison Potion" from the shelf, and copied the page about the polyjuice potion.

"Lacewings boiled for twenty-one days, sap weed picked during the full moon, bicorn horns, African tree snake skin..." Loren looked at the formula while reviewing the functions of each medicine.

Yes, he had learned Polyjuice Potion from Snape last year and knew it by heart.

He didn't say that he wanted to tease Hermione before, but now that he was in the library, Hermione was already halfway through copying, and he didn't dare to say anything for fear of getting beaten.

"Bang!" A very slight voice sounded from behind a bookshelf.

Sneaking away behind the bookshelf, it couldn't be the professors or Filch, it could be someone else, or something else.

Loren and Harry turned to look at the bookshelf almost at the same time, with their hands on their wands and the Piercing Charm and the Disarming Charm on their lips, ready for a big one at any time.

Ron and Hermione didn't notice anything strange, but when they saw their alert movements, they both reacted and held their wands in their hands.

Loren looked at Harry and tilted his head slightly to indicate. The two of them confirmed each other's intentions, one went to the left, the other to the right, and slowly moved towards the bookshelf to surround them.

In the dark and lonely library, their breathing echoed in each other's ears.

After slowly approaching, the two of them sped up their movements at the same time, stood up and jumped out of the bookshelf, pointing out the wand.

"Nothing?" Harry looked at the empty space in front of him in surprise.

Hermione stepped forward and inspected it carefully for a while, stretched out her hand to move the books on the bookshelf, and then retracted: "I heard it just now. However, this is a restricted book area, maybe it is the sound made by these strange books."

The books in the restricted area are always strange, and many of them can make sounds.

There were no other unusual circumstances, so several people accepted this argument and returned to where they were to continue copying the formula for the polyjuice potion.

Loren turned his head and looked thoughtfully at the place where the sound came from. The sound just now seemed a bit like the sound made by an Apparition.

He shook his head and threw this idea away. Only Dumbledore in the castle could teleport. Obviously he was overthinking it.

After finishing copying, Loren, Hermione, Harry and Ron walked out of the library and went back to the lounge to discuss what to do next.

"Lacewings, leeches, sapweed and amphiphilus," Hermione pointed at the ingredients one by one. "These are all easy to get. They are in the student storage cabinets in the Potions classroom. We can use them ourselves... …”

"There are also a few things from the target person." She paused and continued to read the following ingredients: "Powdered bicorn horns and African tree snake skin fragments. These two materials are difficult to obtain. We need to think of other ways.”

Harry and Ron didn't pay any attention to what materials were in the student lockers, and could only watch Hermione think of a solution.

"There must be some in Snape's storage room. Let's find a way to get in and use some." Hermione's smart eyes rolled.

"Professor Snape has recently been researching new potion formulas, and has collected all the bicorn horns together and stored them separately. Even if you sneak into the storage room, you won't be able to find them." Loren sighed helplessly. "Forget it, leave it to me to find the ingredients for the Polyjuice Potion."

Hermione pursed her lips and smiled: "Aren't you not collaborating with us?"

"I obtained the materials through legitimate methods and did not violate school rules..."

"You were out at night."

"You coerced me!"

The group of people happily returned to the Gryffindor common room. After getting into the hole, Harry looked back strangely. He had a strange feeling of being watched along the way.

There is someone behind you, someone in an invisible corner or in the shadows...

He often felt this way when walking at night or when he was alone. He just thought that the night in the castle was too deserted and lonely, so he didn't take it to heart. This feeling disappeared after entering the lounge, as if the line of sight that had been following him was blocked from the portrait hole.

The next day, Myrtle's girls' bathroom.

"Crucible, stirring spoon..." Loren took out a complete set of equipment needed to brew polyjuice potion from his suitcase, and then took out ten ingredients for polyjuice potion.

No one asked him how he got it. Everyone knew that Loren and Snape were on good terms.

"Liquid grass, liquid grass, each piece is liquid grass collected on the day of the full moon." Hermione counted the materials with a satisfied smile on her face.

She has long had objections to the practical operation of potions class. Any potion can only be configured once, and there will be no second chance whether it is successful or not.

Well now, there are ten pieces of information, and I have never fought such a rich battle.

"Excuse me, why do we have to brew potions in the women's bathroom in broad daylight?" Ron leaned against the wall, looking around, and the corners of his mouth twitched slightly.

It always felt like someone would burst into the women's bathroom at any time and find the four of them perverts.

wrong.

Three.

Hermione is a girl, she will not be considered a pervert.

"Because no one will disturb us here." Hermione had already set up the cauldron, added water to it and started boiling lacewings.

Harry didn't feel uncomfortable at all. He looked at the crucible that was starting to steam and asked, "How long will it take to configure it?"

Hermione recalled the cooking process in the recipe and made an estimate: "The lacewings need to be cooked for twenty-one days, well, including other things, it's about a month."

"A month?" Harry unconsciously raised his voice, and then lowered his voice when he remembered that they were in the women's bathroom, "Hermione, if Malfoy is really the heir, one month is enough for him to send half of the Muggle wizards to school. It’s the hospital.”

"It's okay," Loren comforted him. "The campus hospital can accommodate him."

Hermione couldn't help but burst into laughter.

Harry's mouth twitched, "Am I discussing with you the issue of whether the campus hospital can accommodate you?" I'm talking about the little wizard!

Ron came over and put his arm around his shoulders: "Hey, Harry, there is no other way now. Let the professionals do the professional things. You should concentrate on preparing for Saturday's Quidditch."

Harry's eyes widened and he pulled Ron out and said, "I forgot there is Quidditch training today. Wood must be going crazy now!"

"If you can knock Malfoy into the hospital on Saturday we won't have to worry about this."

"Use Wronsky's feint..."

They were really thinking about the feasibility of this plan.

Loren fell into deep silence as she watched Hermione holding the notebook in one hand and stirring the cauldron clockwise with a stirring spoon in the other.

Damn it, Snape is talking about you.

He squatted down and held Hermione's hand, guiding her to master the rhythm of stirring: "You pause for three minutes every 15 times of stirring. This can reduce the cooking time by three days."

Turn, pause...

Turn, pause...

Wait, Hermione reacted belatedly: "Can you brew polyjuice potion?"

"Yes, Snape taught me how to brew polyjuice potion last year, but all the potions brewed were used to pay off debts."

Hermione's fist hardened again: "Then Mr. Morgan, why didn't you tell me during the night out last night?"

"You didn't even ask."

Hermione was so angry that she couldn't help but punch him right in the center. She dropped the stirring spoon and threw it to him: "Then you cook it!"

Loren took the mixing spoon: "This is a time-consuming potion. If I were to brew it, the time wouldn't be too far ahead. It's better for me to guide you and you can gain experience."

So Hermione snatched back the stirring spoon.

Loren instructs Hermione in brewing Polyjuice Potion in the women's room, and Ron accompanies Harry for Quidditch training, while planning to knock Malfoy into the infirmary.

The days went by like this day by day, practicing spells, memorizing the knowledge points of transfiguration, and occasionally being beaten by the herbs in the greenhouse during herbal medicine class. The little wizards were all busy with their own affairs. The disturbance caused by Mrs. Norris's attack soon subsided, and the school returned to its former peace.

This peaceful life lasted until Saturday, the first Quidditch match of the school year, Gryffindor versus Slytherin.

Harry couldn't sleep before daybreak. He tossed and turned in bed and couldn't fall asleep. He opened his eyes and looked at the sky outside through the window, watching the dark sky become gray, and the gray gradually became lighter...

As soon as the faint morning light shone into the bedroom, he got up, got dressed, and went downstairs to eat early.

When he arrived in the auditorium, he found that the other Gryffindor players were already sitting at the empty long table. Even the twins were inside, each of them stuffing bread into their mouths in silence without saying a word.

Looking at them, Harry thought silently in his heart: We must win!

Potions cannot be brewed without people. Loren and Hermione could not come to the scene to cheer for Gryffindor. However, Loren did not chirp as usual when they had breakfast in the Great Hall.

Like every little Gryffindor wizard, he hopes the players will be in good spirits before taking the field.

He didn't know if he got up too early, but Harry felt that his head was in a daze. One moment, he felt that time was so unbearable and so long, and the next moment it was time to start the game.

He followed the team into the locker room and put on the bright red Gryffindor robe.

Wood said a lot of morale-boosting words in the locker room, and Harry heard four words clearly - must win!

The air in the stadium was humid and muggy, and the spectator seats were filled with cheers and cheers for them. Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff both wanted to see Slytherin defeated, and those waves of sound surged through the space from all directions. In Harry's ears, there was some distortion.

Ms. Huo Qi’s voice: “Listen to my whistle, three—two—one—”

…

Malfoy's voice: "Are you okay, Scarhead?"

…

Fred's voice: "Someone did something to the Bludgers!"

…

The sound of Bludgers flying through the air followed him throughout the next round. Then there was the sound of raindrops falling all over the sky, pouring down, spluttering...

After the Bludger broke his arm, the searing pain made his mind even duller. He heard Lee Jordan's commentary: "Slytherin leads, sixty to zero."

In the hazy heavy rain, Harry caught a glimpse of a golden light flashing ahead, and had only one thought in his mind: rush to Malfoy.

Faintly, his fingers seemed to catch the golden snitch, followed by a long and short feeling of weightlessness, and the sounds behind him became even more blurry.

The sound of Colin's camera.

…

Wood's voice: "We won!"

…

"Don't worry, Harry. I'm just about to treat your arm." Lockhart's voice fell, and a strange, very uncomfortable feeling shot from Harry's shoulders to the tips of his fingers like lightning, as if his The arms are being drained.

Then he fainted...

That afternoon, Loren and Hermione, who had been brewing potions all day, returned to the Gryffindor common room and heard several versions of the story.

Harry's arm was broken by the Bludger and fell from a height, causing his arm to be shattered and fractured. Fortunately, Professor Lockhart knew a rare magic spell that could help Harry pull out the bone fragments in his arm in time to prevent the fragments from flowing back into the heart from the blood vessels, which would cause Harry to die suddenly.

This is the version handed down by Lockhart.

Lockhart kept bone-eating Indian caterpillars, which ate Harry's bones.

This is the version transmitted by Luna.

The last one was the truth told to them by Ron who had just returned from the infirmary: "That idiot Lockhart! Lockhart's spell took away the bones of Harry's hand. Originally, Harry's bones were simply broken. Ms. Ray was able to reattach Harry's bones in a second and now needs to spend the night in the infirmary."

…

The next day, while Loren and Hermione were brewing polyjuice potion in the bathroom on the third floor, they saw Harry, who was brought over by Ron and was holding one arm.

"After I was injured, you didn't come to the school doctor's office to see me." Harry looked at the two of them aggrievedly, the physical injury made him a little sensitive.

Loren and Hermione were at a loss for a while. Loren said blankly: "I thought that lying in the school infirmary for one night was not a serious injury. I mean, we stayed in bed for much longer last semester."

Having said that, this was indeed not the most serious injury Harry had suffered, but he was still aggrieved: "You don't care at all whether my bones have grown or not?"

Ron shook his stiff, newly grown arm, gritted his teeth and said, "Tell the point!"

"Remember Dobby the house elf who intercepted my mail before school started? He came to see me last night."

Harry calmed down his emotions, cheered up, and talked about the news he heard last night, "He said that terrible things will happen in Hogwarts, that history will repeat itself, and that the Chamber of Secrets will be opened again. In order to prevent me from being killed. , he sealed the wall of the station, and he also manipulated the Bludger during the Quidditch game, hoping to get me injured and leave the school."

Hermione mused, so... has the Chamber of Secrets ever been opened...

Ron yelled angrily: "He was the one who caused me to be imprisoned for a month, and my hands cramped up from wiping the trophy! And the Bludger, the way he prevents you from being killed is to kill you first." ?"

Harry didn't have much anger. He couldn't be angry because of another thing that happened last night: "Colin was attacked. He was attacked on his way to the infirmary to visit me. He is now with Mrs. Norris." Same, lying stiffly in the school doctor's office."

"Huh?" Ron was stunned for a moment.

Hermione's hand stirring the cauldron paused, disturbing the calm eddies in the cauldron.

Loren looked at the sad look on Harry's face, stood up and patted his shoulder: "Don't worry, it's okay, Dumbledore will cure him."

"Now," Loren turned his shoulders and asked him to face the exit, "go meet your teammates and enjoy the fruits of victory! You must know that George and Fred endured the postponement of the celebration party for one day because of you. Woolen cloth."

His eyes signaled Ron to take Harry away.

"One more thing!" Harry walked to the door and turned around, looking at Loren seriously, "The person in the library that night was Dobby. He could teleport in the school. He also said that we should be careful. And other house elves coming in from outside."

On Monday morning, the news that Colin Creevey had been attacked and now lay like a dead man in the school suddenly spread throughout the school, causing intense panic. Rumors were flying around the school, and everyone was suspicious. Even when going to the bathroom during class, three or five people had to be invited to go with him.

In this way, amid the invisible spread of panic, time came to the Friday agreed by Loren and Dumbledore.

Dumbledore said to be prepared, but Loren felt that there was no need to prepare anything when traveling with Dumbledore. The best way to encounter danger is to hide behind the principal. If you can't block it this way, other preparations are of no use.

The middle-aged version of Dumbledore stood next to the perch behind the door, plucking Fawkes' fur when he wasn't paying attention, trying to speed up the Phoenix's nirvana in this way.

Loren saw this scene as soon as he walked into the office empty-handed. He silently complained in his heart that Fox was trusting someone.

Dumbledore picked up the black velvet derby hat hanging on the branch, smiled at Loren, and said, "Let's go."

Finally made it up