days at Hogwarts

Chapter 201 Finding Lost Memories

Seeing Harry and Ron chasing and fleeing away, Loren smiled softly, apparently relieved.

Hermione picked up the mirror in the shape of a small flower, and rubbed her fingers on the mirror. She couldn't bear the impulse in her heart. She raised the mirror and shook it at Loren. Then her eyes sparkled, expecting him to be stupid.

Loren lowered his eyes and glanced at her, snatched the mirror, and slammed a shudder on her head: "What are you thinking? Are the things I made used against me?"

"Oh~" Hermione exclaimed in pain, "You hit me!"

She was waving her hands to teach Loren a lesson, but Loren didn't hesitate, stood up and ran.

Near midnight, the moonlight is hidden in the thin clouds, the night sky is a hazy silvery white, and the shining stars are like pearls, bright and dazzling.

In the quiet and deserted castle, the sound of teenagers running could be heard far away.

In the Gryffindor boys' dormitory, Seamus sat on Harry's bed and whispered into Harry's ear: "Loren was the first to stand up and speak for you, and he scolded McLaggen in front of everyone. , many people said he was stupid, a little Muggle wizard who came so close to you who can speak Parseltongue would be petrified sooner or later."

Harry's heart was blocked again, but he didn't want to show it. He held back the sourness at the tip of his nose and joked with Seamus: "Everyone in the dormitory believes me, why are you talking so quietly?"

Neville was counting the most recent passwords; Ron turned the sheets into a chessboard, gesticulating back and forth obsessively; Loren got under the quilt, half of the book was exposed by the corner of the quilt, and he secretly learned from them behind his back, until he fell asleep after learning.

Simo glanced left and right to confirm that everyone was doing their own things on the bed, and then coyly revealed his thoughts: "Although I know you are not the heir to the Chamber of Secrets, I believe you will definitely find the Chamber of Secrets and the real heir. You Can you take me with you on your adventures this year?"

He solemnly promised: "I just want to experience the feeling of being a warrior, and I promise not to add chaos."

Harry looked at him dumbfounded: "What are you talking about, these things are beyond our control."

"Please! I can help you find out information. I have contacts in Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw. It is not impossible to get information about Slytherin. I promise not to delay." Seamus refused to let go.

Harry couldn't hold him back, so he reluctantly agreed to ask him to help pay attention to Malfoy's recent traces.

Loren returned to the dormitory, climbed into bed after washing, and sank into the alchemy laboratory.

In the center of the upside-down hemispherical room made of red bricks, a large melting furnace carved out of black stone circulates on the surface of various colored hexagrams, scales, and astrological charts, and a sphere inside continuously emits a blazing magma-like streamer.

Judging from the appearance, the virtual melting pot is much larger than the one transformed from the book of fantasy, and the runes flowing on the surface are also more complicated.Loren suspects that the small melting pot that the book of fantasy has become can be upgraded.

"You don't have to think about the ratio, you don't have to worry about the heat, you just need to throw the ore in, and you can smelt suitable materials." Loren looked at the furnace curiously, "I always feel that it doesn't look like it was made by Nico, It doesn't conform to the principles of alchemy at all. This kind of style that ignores the rules and completely violates common sense is very similar to something made by ancient wizards."

Not scientific, but very magical.

Flamel hummed: "Don't look, this is not something you can disassemble now. Aren't you going to enter the deep consciousness through the hand mirror to find your lost memories? Listen carefully to the following content!"

"Unlike memory devices such as the Pensieve, the fundamental function of this mirror is to construct illusions. That is to say, what you see is an illusion generated by your consciousness. You'd better just watch, listen, and not Do anything superfluous..."

The mirror is queer, the Bloody Mary is queer, and even the way the mirror falls into Loren's hands is queer.At that time in the Forest of Dean, he was unknowingly drawn into a hallucination, saw a story about Bloody Mary in a daze, and then picked up this mirror for nothing.

He still hasn't figured out whether the illusion at that time was manipulated by humans, or it was an arrangement left by a mysterious wizard who was proficient in prophecy.But he sees it very openly. Anyway, what is picked up for nothing is not for nothing.

"Remember what I said, the illusion can be divided into three layers, the first layer is the reflection of reality, it has certain real characteristics. You have to guide the reality to open the second layer leading to the memory, if it goes well , you can see your missing memory on the second floor." Having said that, Flamel frowned and paused.

Loren then asked, "What about the third floor?"

Flamel shook his head: "It's best not to enter the third layer. Whether it's the subconscious or the underlying consciousness, it's too complicated and easy to get lost. Moreover, the illusion of the third layer may react on your consciousness and have a negative effect on you. Influence."

Guide the memory on the first floor, and only watch after entering the second floor, do not enter the third floor.

Loren's mind was filled with Flamel's nagging exhortations, and his consciousness returned to his body on the four-poster bed.

In the dormitory, Harry and Seamus were still chatting and discussing something in a low voice, and vaguely heard words such as "Malfoy", "Warrior", and "Count me in".

Getting back into bed, Loren held the small mirror and held it up to his eyes.

The curly black hair is a little messy under the blanket, and there are clear blue eyes in the eyes. The child's face is still a little immature, but it can already be seen that it is handsome.

Loren was very satisfied and became even more fascinated.The mirror was getting closer and closer, and the portrait in the mirror was getting bigger and bigger, and it was like covering the sky behind it, occupying all of Loren's sight.

Blinking slightly and shaking his head, Loren came back to his senses, and found that the hand holding the mirror had become his left hand, everything in front of him had been turned left and right, and Nico's picture on the cover of the fantasy book had also become dull and rigid.

He probably understood that he had already entered the first level of illusion.

Lifting the quilt, Seamus and Harry were still chatting, but they couldn't hear what they were talking about, not even fragmentary words.

Looking at this scene, Loren felt a strange feeling in his heart.He wanted to try to trick Harry in the illusion, but in the end he gave up on this plan, the business mattered.

"Do you remember what happened before you were one year old?" Loren began his guidance.

When the sound sounded, he felt that the whole space froze for a moment. At this moment, all the sounds fell silent, the sound of the wind outside the window, the sound of discussion among roommates, and the flickering sound of the candle flame all disappeared.In an instant, it sounded again, and the illusion started to work again.

Perhaps it is because Neville and memory are most closely related in his consciousness, so Neville was the first to respond to the topic of memory in the illusion: "I don't know if I remember or not. I remember some things very clearly, but I don't know if it is a years ago."

Harry's voice was a little dull: "I always see my parents in my dreams, and even dream that they talk to me. This may be a memory before I was one year old."

"What about you, do you still remember the memory before you were one year old?" Seamus asked.

Loren said along the topic: "I remember, my hometown is in Devon..."

Sir Hillier Children's Orphanage is in Devonshire, and the government staff will definitely not send local orphans to other places for resettlement. According to the principle of the nearest distribution, it can be inferred that his hometown is indeed Devonshire.

After saying this sentence, Loren suddenly felt many familiar and unfamiliar scenes flood into his mind:

It seems to be a bustling street, and the road is full of small business vendors. At one end of the street, the best seller in the bakery is cream puffs. The clerk will pack a few extra nougats when packing. a cinema.

The prosperous and lively voice lasted for a long time, as if right next to his ears, it became louder and louder.

The voices of Harry and Seamus sounded again, mixed with the bustling hawking, and became sharp and harsh.Various objects in the dormitory are gradually distorted and elongated, just like the mirror image in a concave-convex mirror...

A violent sense of falling struck——

Loren opened his eyes again, and felt that he was tightly wrapped in baby clothes, and he was sitting in a somewhat crude auditorium. The light from the projector in front of him was projected on the rough curtain, and some noises flashed on the screen from time to time. Advanced video equipment emits sound with a sense of the times.

A long list of staff members on the screen proves that the movie is over. Next to him is a woman with a gentle face and wearing a sky blue dress. She looks like she is only in her twenties. She bends down and kisses him on the forehead: "Whole I don’t cry or make trouble during a movie, my baby is so obedient!”

The fresh floral fragrance came from her curly and fluffy black hair, which made Loren feel sleepy for a while. Following the instinct of the body, Loren fell into her arms.

The gentle woman smiled: "So I'm sleepy, no wonder it's so quiet."

Sitting next to the woman was a handsome man in his 20s. He got up and picked up the child, changing a comfortable position so that the child could sleep more soundly.The other hand made an invitation, with a gentle smile in his voice:

"So, Mrs. Morgan, what do you think of my cordial invitation to my house?"

"my pleasure!"

The woman put her hand on the man's hand, and the family of three walked down the stairs slowly, shoulder to shoulder, and walked onto the street, the bustling street in Loren's memory.

They stopped by the bakery and bought some cream puffs.

The man tore apart the nougat from the clerk and brought it to the woman's mouth. The woman bit off half of it, so sweet that a satisfied smile appeared on her face.

He stuffed the other half into the mouth of Loren, who was drowsy, and shook his son awake to let him eat candy, which made both the child and the woman speechless.

The blissful scene continues until - "Peter! You will pay for your actions!"

The roar that hurt people's ears was followed by an earth-shaking explosion. A strong shock wave erupted from the corner of the street, blowing away the surrounding houses, splashing mud and rocks, and the bricks and stones on the floor were lifted, exposing the sewer opening.

The man protected the woman and the child in a very short time, and the woman hid the child in her arms, while Loren's sight was blocked by loose black hair and a sky blue dress.

The sharp stone pierced through the woman's chest, she just let out a muffled snort, and tightly protected the child in her arms, as if she was worried that he would cry, the woman said softly, holding back the pain, "Don't cry, don't cry, mom is here... ..."

The thick and warm blood soaked through the long sky blue dress. The woman lost consciousness completely due to excessive blood loss. She didn't know that the child in her arms was already in a coma, and she kept repeating:

"Don't cry, don't cry, mom is here..."

The speed of the blood flow gradually slowed down, as if the woman had noticed something, she called softly for the last time: "Don't cry or make trouble, mother's baby, you are so good."

Harry and Seamus' chirping discussions whizzed past like the neighing of a train arriving at a station, and the piercing sound penetrated the entire illusion.

Loren, who was emotionally fluctuating violently, couldn't hold on any longer. Everything in front of him was shattered like a mirror, and white cracks filled every part of the world.

There was a sound of shattering lenses, and Loren escaped from the illusion.

He suddenly felt a cramping pain in his head, the pain spread from his head to his left chest and into his lungs, and every breath brought unbearable pain.

Loren curled up cautiously, nestled in the bed, and took a deep breath, trying to relieve the sudden pain, but the sharp needle stuck all the way from the trachea to the heart.

The crystal blue shadows in the eyes were broken into pieces, revealing the true black.Warm tears spilled from the corners of the eyes, flowed through the earlobe, and then fell on the pillow, slowly becoming cold on the cotton cloth.

He didn't want his roommate to notice, so he didn't yell out from the beginning to the end.He didn't want to enter the fantasy book either, he didn't want to go anywhere, he didn't want to see anyone, he didn't want to tell anyone.

Until the dawn of the day, Loren's fingers trembled slightly, and he groped for the book of fantasy and entered the library.

The black-haired and black-eyed Loren looked different from before, less refined and more elegant.

He told Flamel about the changes in his magical awakening at that time, except for his slightly red and swollen eyes, he could hardly see the waves in his heart.

Flamel flew over Loren's head, emitting milky white light all over his body, causing the library to become brighter. The milky light shone on Loren's consciousness, making him feel a little warm.

Flamel deliberated for a long time before opening his mouth to speak: "Witnessing the death of a loved one made your mood fluctuate violently, and your magic power started to riot as soon as you awakened. At that time, you were still too young and your soul had not yet reached a stable state. Emotions and magic affect your soul at the same time. A part of the deepest power of the soul is stirred up and attached to your eyes. At the same time, in order to stabilize the magic and soul, your subconscious naturally sealed this memory, so it has just been unsealed You will feel severe pain."

Loren squinted his eyes to feel his body, and asked, "Will this affect me?"

Flamel shook his head: "Your soul has been stabilized, this is equivalent to the awakening of magic power again, and there is no other influence."

Loren snorted, and then fell into a long silence.

Ten minutes later, Flamel broke the silence: "What are you going to do with those two wizards who are dueling in the street?"

Loren closed her eyes and remained motionless.Just when Flamel thought he had fallen asleep, Loren opened his eyes and said slowly and firmly: "The victim is a Muggle, so Pettigrew Peter should be tried by Muggle law. The terrorist attack caused a lot of Casualties, the general death penalty is executed immediately. I will help him serve his sentence."

Britain has virtually abolished the death penalty. Flamel opened his mouth and finally asked another question: "Is there another one?"

"There's one more," Loren paused.

After all, Black is not the real murderer, and he has been imprisoned in Azkaban for ten years, and he has somewhat redeemed some crimes.And he was the only relative Harry recognized, Loren didn't want to be like Peter Pettigrew.

"I'm going to ask Sirius Black for an answer..."
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The author's voiceover: Loren's memory was dug out, but because the silly author was too ambitious and the writing was too weak, it was a bit unclear.

Let me explain my parents' hatred first. I designed a big plot about Pettigrew's death. The time should be in the third grade.

Sirius will appear at school in the second semester of the second grade, and Loren will deal with him, so he won't let it go.Asking a question means "torture"...

(End of this chapter)