days at Hogwarts

Chapter 214 Voldemort's Night Visit

After throwing Lockhart's manuscript into the fireplace and burning it to ashes, Loren returned to the school infirmary with a large bag of things.

Madam Pomfrey gave him a disgusted look, but for the sake of saving her, she let him in.

Loren distributed the snacks and candies in the package to Harry and Ron, chocolate frogs, licorice magic sticks... mainly Bibi multi-flavored beans, because they can be eaten and played, and can help them pass the time in the ward.

With a chocolate frog in his mouth, Ron asked curiously, "What happened to Hermione's Polyjuice Potion?"

Harry was curious too, quietly waiting for an answer.

"Don't say it!" The girl's shy voice came from the cubicle.

Loren couldn't help laughing, waved his hands and didn't continue the topic, and walked into the compartment with the package.

Sensing the sound of the curtain being pulled, Hermione lifted the quilt and instantly covered her cat body.In a hurry, the tail fell outside. She tried to control her body and let the tail retract by itself, but the slender cat tail was not obedient at all. Not only did it not retract into the quilt, it also swayed.

Hermione hastily stretched out her fluffy paws and scooped up the disobedient tail.

Loren smiled lightly, and didn't say anything weird. He took out the books and notebooks in the package and put them neatly on the bedside: "I didn't take notes on all the courses of the Transfiguration Club, and I will definitely come during the Christmas holiday." Rubbing you, are you going to keep avoiding me?"

"Don't rub it." A soft, muffled voice came from under the quilt.

"Then you want to watch me fail the exam? Are you going to learn Animagus alone?" Loren said pretending to be sad.

"Anyway, just don't rub it, who told you not to take notes."

"I've seen it all, why are you avoiding me?"

The bed was obviously stiff for a moment, and then the girl's angry voice sounded: "Don't say it!"

Loren teased Hermione's anger softly, took a few cat-mao punches before calming down, and checked whether there were any missing books with a smile.

The school infirmary slowly quieted down. After a day of ups and downs, until now, Harry and Ron's moods gradually calmed down.Reflecting on what had happened over the months, they slowly figured out that something wasn't quite right.

Ron was lying on the bed, looking at the lights on the ceiling, and suddenly said: "Do you think there is something wrong with the basilisk? 50 years ago, it killed Myrtle as soon as it came out of the bathroom. After lurking for several months, not even a cat was killed."

He talked more and more vigorously, waving his hands: "Although there are coincidental reasons every time, Mrs. Norris sees the basilisk through the reflection on the water surface, Colin sees the basilisk through the camera, Justin sees the basilisk through the almost headless Nick sees the basilisk, which—”

Ron couldn't describe what a weird feeling it was, and he gestured to try to make Harry understand what he was thinking: "It's such a coincidence, isn't it? If it was just once, I might believe it, but this kind of thing happens repeatedly three times……"

Loren rubbed his fingers on the book, curled his lips, if it wasn't for Dumbledore's routine, how could he regularly test the Basilisk's eyesight.

However, thanks to the duel practice with the basilisk once a month, he has accumulated a lot of duel application experience of the transformation technique, and when he encounters a large magical animal like the basilisk, it will be much easier to deal with.

It's just a pity that the Basilisk's eyes were blinded by Fox.He also wanted to collect some of the yellow mana in Snake Eyes that has the ability to petrify.

Harry sat up, also full of doubts: "There is also Crabbe's abnormality, remember, Malfoy repeatedly reminded Goyle to stay away from Crabbe. The little wizards in Slytherin have already noticed that something is wrong with him, even Seamus With news, I don't believe the professors didn't notice him."

"We received a note in the morning. Dumbledore hinted that we could seek help from centaurs, and Fawkes, the sword of Gryffindor, suddenly appeared."

Thinking of today's experience in the Forbidden Forest and the Chamber of Secrets, Harry guessed half-believingly: "Dumbledore is not ignorant of what we are doing, he seems to be encouraging and helping us, teaching us in ways we don't know. Gave us a lot of useful things. Like last term, he deliberately made me face Voldemort."

"I think it makes sense for Dumbledore to do this. After all, you caused Voldemort's downfall." Loren helped Dumbledore explain, "Because of the existence of Horcruxes, Voldemort will not die. Some time in the future , he will definitely make a comeback. Think about it, who is the person he wants to deal with the most when he comes back?"

Cat ears covered with yellow fluff protruded from the quilt, shaking and listening to the voices of people outside.

Harry pointed at himself in disbelief: "B-but, isn't Dumbledore Voldemort's biggest enemy?"

Ron looked at him and blinked: "This doesn't conflict with dealing with you, does it? You are the one Voldemort hates the most."

Harry felt his throat tighten and felt the heavy pressure: "That's why Dumbledore indulged our actions. He wanted to train us to deal with Voldemort."

Hermione hesitated for a while, but she couldn't hold back. She poked her head out of the quilt, glared at Loren angrily, and participated in the discussion of several people.

She remembered the gift she received after using the sword and asked: "Harry, do you feel that your strength has become stronger?"

Harry clenched his fist and tried it out, felt it carefully, and replied disappointedly: "It seems to be the same as before, I don't feel anything."

"How could this be? I still want to find a chance to use the sword in the future." Ron was equally disappointed.

"Maybe I haven't found the courage in my heart. Dumbledore said that only those who are truly recognized by Gryffindor will receive gifts."

Harry, on the other hand, was very open-minded, and didn't stick to the gains and losses of this power.It's just that he also has doubts in his heart. If he dares to attack Voldemort and swing his sword at the basilisk, he cannot be recognized by Gryffindor, so what is the courage in his heart...

, Probably when you have the courage to face death directly... Loren's eyes were meaningful, and he looked in Harry's direction through the curtain.

"Anyway, Seamus will regret missing this great adventure—" Ron's excited voice froze, and he suddenly remembered something, "Oh, the professors didn't mention how many points they would give us, that's a snake Monsters and Voldemort!"

"Don't forget, we also violated more than 100 school rules. If we add up, we may have deducted even more." Hermione retorted.

Several people laughed and laughed for a while, and finally hoped that the professors would not link this incident with the college points.

When it was time to turn off the lights, Madam Pomfrey walked in neatly from the outside, stepped into the compartment and poured a bottle of grass-flavored potion for Hermione, and drove Loren away by the way.

"Go back to the dormitory, even during the holidays, night tours are not allowed in the school!"

The potion was so bad that Hermione stuck out her tongue, and she looked thoughtfully at the back of Loren leaving.

Not long after school started, she witnessed Malfoy talking to Loren alone.What were they talking about, did they mention anything about the Chamber of Secrets... did they mention anything about Crabbe... and did they know anything about Voldemort...

And that weekend, she and Loren went to visit Hagrid together, and happened to meet Dumbledore doing alchemy experiments on the eyes of acromantula cubs in the cabin.

Dumbledore turned her away on purpose, what would they say...

After the basilisk attacked the little Muggle wizard, Loren never showed any worry, he was always calm, he was always mysterious...

Numerous mysteries slowly emerged in Hermione's mind. Although she didn't know the truth of the matter, she could vaguely grasp the context behind the incident.

However, if Loren doesn't want to say anything, she won't force her, she trusts Loren unconditionally.

It was very late when Loren returned to the Gryffindor Tower, the common room was empty, and only the red glowing embers remained in the fireplace.

Seamus and Neville had gone home, Harry and Ron were in the hospital, and he was the only one left in the empty dormitory.After washing and changing into pajamas, Loren lay comfortably on the four-poster bed.

When he was about to enter the book of fantasy, a strong magic force suddenly broke into the bedroom through the window.

Loren instantly noticed the strangeness, held his wand and pointed it at the unexpected guest—Voldemort.

Voldemort's ghost was more solid than when he was in the Chamber of Secrets, like a dark cloud in the night sky, and the gray mist kept escaping from him.

This ghost was moving back and forth in mid-air, without attempting to get close to him.

"Voldemort, what do you want to do?" Loren asked sharply.

The ever-floating crimson radiance full of bursting feeling floats on the tip of the staff, and the surging magic power is constantly accumulating, ready to go.

A flat snake face emerges from the dark cloud-like ghost, with a wide mouth, slender and bifurcated letters can be seen faintly, no nose, and two long and narrow slits where the eyes are, from which a penetrating light shines.

"The sage of the era, the descendant of Morgan, Mr. Loren Morgan, has long been famous." A hoarse voice came from the ghost, and his tone was modest and polite, even a little friendly, "Although you must know me, but Still, I would like to take the liberty of introducing myself, Voldemort—that is, I, the heir of Slytherin, the forerunner on the road to immortality..."

Sensing the ready-to-go spell on the wand, Voldemort said with a chuckle, "You don't have to be so cautious, and you don't have to be so on guard. Don't be prejudiced against me because of secular rumors, let alone how weak I am now, right?"

Sensing the impatient look in Loren's eyes, and about to cast a spell, Voldemort sped up his speech: "You can't kill me, instead of wasting time and effort entangled with me, listen to me, we can all relax."

Thinking that this thing will not give up until it achieves its purpose, and might follow him to his house, Loren temporarily stopped accumulating the spell: "The point is, those cliché solicitations can be skipped."

Willing to listen to him, the matter is already half done... Voldemort's flat snake face pulled a chill smile: "You know, although house-elves are mean, dirty, and disgusting, they have a One admirable quality—loyalty."

Loren frowned: "Get to the point!"

"Ho ho ho—extreme torture will break through the blockade of the Oblivion Curse you cast on that house-elf, which was lifted when I snapped its fingers off one by one."

Loren frowned slightly, which he did not expect.

Extremely painful torture and violent mood swings will break through the Forgetting Curse. This is the knowledge he has learned since he was a beginner, but he thinks that such extreme cases are too rare, so he has never taken it to heart.

But he ignored the existence of house elves, as humble existence as slaves, it is common for house elves to be tortured to the extreme,

But that's okay, the matter with the basilisk has been resolved, he has obtained information from the house elf's memory, and there is no loss if the Forgetting Curse is broken.

"You're thinking, it's just a house-elf, it doesn't matter, right?" Voldemort's hoarse voice sounded again, "But Dumbledore must not agree with your approach, oblivion spell, Legilimency, manipulating people's hearts... That old guy preaches the magic of love and sees these as evil, and you want to know why?"

Loren looked at him calmly. Although Dumbledore didn't agree with his actions, he didn't create a gap with him because of this. The relationship between the two was not something that Voldemort could provoke with a few words.

"Think about it, why Dumbledore always preached that love is the greatest power, and why the four founders of Hogwarts all have distinctive traits: courage, wisdom, kindness, glory..." The hoarse and harsh voice With a sense of delusion, "These questions are related to the magic hidden in the soul and heart, which is more powerful than ancient magic."

"What's none of my business?" Loren said unmoved.

He looked at Voldemort in a ghost state, launched a wizarding war, brutally slaughtered Muggle wizards in the name of pure blood, and never showed mercy to pure blood families and Death Eaters, causing panic in the entire wizarding society...

If he guessed correctly, Voldemort had also chosen some distinctive quality, probably fear.

"The societies of Muggles and wizards will eventually merge. Wizards can quickly absorb the achievements of Muggles' civilization, but Muggles will never be able to master magic. They are destined to be unequal...Cooperate with me and change the world according to your will..."

Voldemort drawled his voice. According to the information he got from the basilisk's memory, the sages born in response to the times are destined to solve the problems of the times and create a new world.

But in recent centuries, the context of the times could not be clearer. Any wizard with a long-term vision can clearly see the fog of the times.

Loren remained silent without saying a word. If Voldemort had said these words to him a few months ago, he would have turned and walked away without looking back.What problems of the times, social choices, conflicts and contradictions between wizards and Muggles, what do these things have to do with him...

Since he retrieved his memory and learned of the cause of his parents' death, some subtle changes have taken place in his thoughts.

However, these things only made him willing to listen to Voldemort's words, and he certainly would not follow Voldemort's advice foolishly.He spoke so gaudyly that if he really wanted to cooperate with Voldemort, there would be no bones left.

The most important thing is that the tool people who take the initiative to deliver to the door are not in vain.

Loren grinned and said, "Okay, but I want you to give Pettigrew Peter to me."

　The stye was delayed due to inflammation, more compensation will be made tomorrow, sorry sorry
　　
　
(End of this chapter)