The days of hanging out at Hogwarts

On the way back to the common room, Loren kept thinking about the Fountain of Good Luck.

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

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

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

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

In the lounge of the circular room, leftover Halloween streamers were hung on the walls, and warm flames roared in the fireplace.

"Awesome! I never saw you being so brave, Neville!"

"Justin was so scared, thanks to you!"

"Why are you still blushing? That's not how you look when you wield a poisonous snake, haha!"

A group of young wizards gathered around Neville and smeared his face with various creams to express their appreciation for his heroic behavior today.

The lively atmosphere looked good, and it seemed that there was no unpleasantness caused by Harry's matter.

Loren felt relieved, but he glanced around and couldn't find Hermione, Harry, or Ron.

He quietly walked over to 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, the duel tonight was great! Emmm... I mean, if nothing happened later... "

Loren interrupted: "Did you see Hermione? And Harry and Ron, where did they go?"

Before Seamus could answer, Cormac McLagan, not far away, shouted loudly: "It's incredible! You are still looking for that person."

McLagan is a student one year above them. He always looks like a stinker, is self-centered, and has a bad temper. He was always clamoring to become a Quidditch player, but Wood seemed reluctant to let him into the team.

Because of Loren's wonderful performance on the stage, McLagan wanted to make friends with him. When he heard him asking where Harry was, he couldn't wait to jump out and said with an attitude of thinking about him: "I remember you are Muggle-born little wizard, let me tell you, the most important thing you should do now is to go back to your dormitory, pack your things, move out and stay away from that person."

Seemingly pleased with his idea, he raised his eyebrows and continued: "And Miss Granger, you should advise her to stay away from that person. Maybe at some point, you will be petrified and sent to the school doctor's office. Got it!"

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

As if by some magic, McLagan's few words interrupted the lively scene, and the common room fell into silence.

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

Loren looked at him calmly, and his voice was neither loud nor quiet, just enough for every little wizard in the lounge to hear: "First of all, Harry is my roommate, a classmate of the same college as me, and he is with me. I know my partner who has been through life and death adventures, so I trust him.”

"Secondly, you want to criticize Harry but don't dare to name him. This behavior will only make people feel ridiculous."

Others discussed quietly:

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

"I know, just like my parents were afraid to mention Voldemort's name, McLaggen was really afraid of Harry."

"Are you afraid that Harry will turn him to stone?"

Ginny's rebuttal voice was very loud in the chatter, and her voice broke slightly because of excitement: "Harry is not the heir to the Chamber of Secrets, he will not turn people to stone!"

At this time, Neville, who carelessly touched his face a few times and got cream all over his face, walked out of the crowd and walked to Loren, with silly determination on his face: "I believe it too, haha profit."

Seamus didn't speak, and stood beside the two of them silently to express his position.

McLaggen's face flushed red, and he frowned and shouted with a louder voice: "Are you fools? Didn't you hear that Harry Potter can speak Parseltongue? This does not mean that he is the heir of Slytherin. ?"

"Think about it! He was at the scene when Mrs. Rowlis was killed, and Creevey sneaked out to visit him in the hospital before he was petrified. Isn't this enough to prove that he is the heir of Slytherin?"

"Nonsense! Ron was with him the night Mrs. Norris was killed." Ginny stood up and rebuked him, and also walked to Loren and 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. On the surface, you don't care about blood, but in your actions, you are protecting pure-bloods. Even if you are poor, We still have so many children, why isn’t this for passing on the bloodline?”

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

George and Fred hurriedly stopped. Each of them grabbed Ginny by one arm and comforted her: "Lady, lady..."

Ginny waved her hands and feet vigorously, trying to break free and teach the mean-mouthed man a lesson.

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

"Yes, it just so happens that we have a lot of interesting things that haven't been tested on humans yet." Fred slowly smoothed her hair down.

By chance, Percy, who was planning to control order, stood up from the crowd and heard Fred's words as he passed by the three of them. He glared at them and pursed his lips without saying a word of warning.

"Look, Prefect Percy is angry too."

"He didn't even stop us..."

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

Percy's eyes scanned the crowd in front of him: "Even if you don't want to believe it, I hope everyone will follow the school's investigation and not make any self-righteous suspicions."

The chatter sounded again.

"Do you believe?"

"I don't know, but I'm a pureblood, 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 questioning voices were barely suppressed. But the lively party could no longer go on, so everyone dispersed, and small groups of twos and threes gathered together.

Seamus patted Loren on the shoulder with emotion: "When Harry and the others first came back, they were forced to stay no longer by these words and went out to get some air."

"Where did they go?"

"The Astronomy Tower says the air there is fresh."

…

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

This is an open circular terrace, surrounded by a low parapet. The sky seems so low, as if you can reach into the clouds by raising your arm, but when you raise your hand, you will find that the sky is hanging high in the sky. The stars in the night sky are still far away.

When Loren arrived at the Astronomy Tower, Harry was leaning against the wall and complaining angrily: "How could they think I was the one who opened the secret room!"

Hermione and Ron were leaning on either side of Harry, their expressions extremely helpless.

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

Ron continued: "That's it. Now everyone in the school will think that you are his great-great-great-great-grandson or something..."

"I told the snake not to attack Justin. To prevent an ugly snake from biting off Justin's head, I really can't think of any harm except preventing him from joining the Headless Hunters." Harry. I was so angry that I helped others and caused problems.

"That's great. Only that snake in the audience understood what you said. Do you want it to come out to help you prove it?" Loren followed the formation and stood next to Hermione. "Is there something wrong with your mind? Those People who don’t believe in you won’t believe it, why come here to blow the cold wind for them?”

The cruel and frank words pierced Harry's lungs, making him look uncomfortable.

Hermione gently tugged at the corner of his clothes, trying to stop him from worrying about it anymore.

"Just now in the Gryffindor common room, Ginny wanted to defend you. If George and Fred hadn't stopped her, she almost rushed up and tore the mouth of McLaggen who said bad things about you," Loren said.

Ron grinned happily: "Really, George and Fred, why did they stop Ginny."

Loren looked at the dejected Harry with disgust: "Ginny will probably regret it if she sees the person she desperately protects like this."

Ron frowned, something sounded wrong, but he couldn't tell what was wrong.

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

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

He looked like he was in a desperate situation. How could they dare to let him go? They were afraid that if he couldn't explain a few words clearly, he would end up using a magic wand to reason.

Hermione pulled him: "Calm down first. Just like Loren said, people who believe in you don't need to explain. People who don't believe in you, no matter how you explain, it's useless."

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

So the group sat down to let Harry calm down while they began to sort out the current situation.

The wind was a bit strong, and they leaned against the parapet. Hermione summoned a few bright blue flames to make the place warmer:

"Go to Justin tomorrow and explain it clearly. 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."

"We will keep a low profile for the rest of the day. The polyjuice potion can be completed before Christmas. Once we get the information about Malfoy and find the real heir, the matter will be solved."

To be honest, Harry thought that Hermione's brain was always much more useful than theirs. Listening to her combing through the details one by one and making reasonable and well-founded arrangements, his anxious heart slowly settled down.

The cool wind blew across my neck, giving me a feeling similar to riding a broomstick.

The stars above were bright, and the castle below was pitch black. The subtle gap gave Harry a strange 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 unexpectedly and reasonably, Snape, who was very good at dueling, about "Babbitty Rabbit and Her Croaking Stump", and about Loren Already mastered the Oblivion Charm.

Hermione suddenly remembered that Loren had been missing all afternoon to do alchemy. She shook her shoulder and bumped into Loren: "You made something new this afternoon. Take it out and show it to us."

"alchemy!"

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

Ron's eyes were bright: "Is this the storage equipment given to us?"

"Uh-" Loren was silent for a moment and said calmly, "The storage equipment is planned to be given to you as a Christmas gift. This time I am refining another thing."

According to his current level of alchemy, it is easy to refine storage equipment. Just think of it as a birthday gift to make up for the two of them. They both gave gifts on his birthday, and he barely even thought about their birthdays.

"Long live Morgan!"

Harry and Ron didn't notice anything strange at all, and the cheers echoed far away in the astronomy tower late at night.

Only Hermione looked at Loren strangely, smelling lies.

Loren took out the repaired Bloody Mary's hand mirror from his pocket: "It's not something I refined. It's 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 use the reflection of the mirror to shake others, which will have the effect of short-term forgetfulness."

This was a magic circle set up to control the influence of the soul-absorbing stone and prevent the soul-absorbing stone from absorbing the beautiful emotions and memories of others uncontrollably. It was just in line with his newly learned forgetting spell.

The three of them came forward to look at the hand mirror. The silver mirror surface is shining with the bright brilliance of the moon. Seven water drop-shaped petals are slightly twisted around the mirror surface. The mirror surface is like the core of a flower. The black handle as thick as a little finger serves as a flower branch, with a red gemstone at the end. The back of the flower has a small bulge in the shape of a receptacle.

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

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

"I said this mirror can help you forget your troubles!" Ron shook Harry again.

"what did you just say?"

"I said I would 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 with it.

"Please let Harry go. His mood has been ups and downs tonight. His soul is probably unstable and can easily be affected by the mirror." Loren was speechless. These are really good brothers, and they are addicted to playing.

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

"Go back to the lounge. If you don't cheer up, you will be fooled." Hermione's tooth hurt from looking at it. "He just used this mirror to shake you six times."

"Ron Weasley!" Harry's fists clenched.

Ron put down the mirror and ran.