The days at Hogwarts

The end of magic is science?

It’s still liberal arts.

Flamel tutted his words, "If the user had no ill will towards you, he could have forced his way into the third floor to disgust you. You must at least learn memory magic to sort out your thoughts and memories."

Loren retorted, "Maybe I broke the mirror, and he couldn't do it."

Flamel shook his head: "As long as you are in the illusion, unless you can wake up, you can't stop him even if you smash the mirror."

Loren asked doubtfully, "I was awake at the time."

"If you are truly awake, you will directly escape from the illusion and return to reality, just like waking up from a dream," Flamel said.

The illusion that appears when interpreting the Book of Abraham has a similar structure. Is the solution the same?

Loren held his chin with one hand, thinking, and asked, "Next time if this happens again, how can I wake up quickly?"

"Strong will, or death." Flamel explained, "There are two possibilities for death in the illusion. One is to wake up immediately, and the other is to die for real. If you really have no other choice, you can take this gamble."

This is really good advice.

Loren had a blank expression on his face and didn't want to speak. He even wanted to raise his middle finger.

"Being aware of the illusion in the illusion is like being aware that you are dreaming. Your will will oppress the illusion. Being able to see and attack the real mirror is your consciousness at work. When your consciousness is strong enough, it can directly crush the entire illusion."

Flamel said, "I'm sure Albus can do it."

Loren raised his eyebrows, remembering the scene when he got the contents of the ritual from the mole on his forehead. When he opened his eyes from the illusion, Dumbledore's wand was touching his forehead.

He still doesn't know whether the power of the illusion can only affect him for a short period of time, or whether Dumbledore broke through the illusion and pulled him out.

Never mind, Dumbledore is a monster.

"Then can this mirror still be used?" This is what Loren is most concerned about now.

"The magic runes on the hand mirror are mainly on the outer shell. It can be repaired by replacing the mirror with a new one."

"I'll show you." Flamel waved his hand, and the bright library turned upside down, and the environment became an alchemy laboratory.

The light in the inverted hemispherical space was dim, and a red light shone from the black boiler in the middle.

A straight sharp corner and a pile of messy ore appeared in the space.

"The unicorn's horn represents reality, and the pure white heart can carry any illusion. Add some minerals and you can make glass." Flamel threw these things directly into the boiler and kicked it lightly twice.

Loren stood by and watched, and always felt that the alchemist's methods were too rough, similar to those of a Muggle TV repairman.

White steam gushed out, and a pool of magma-like liquid that was steaming and emitting red light flowed out.

After rapid cooling, the liquid turns into irregularly shaped glass, 10 square feet in size, enough to make a dressing mirror.

Flamel dissolved a piece of silver in a transparent solution and spread it on the flat side of the glass.

After being baked and dried in a boiler, a thin layer of silver is adsorbed on the glass, turning it into a mirror.

He applied a layer of protective paint on the silver layer, then showed it to Loren: "Just cut a piece and inlay it in."

Loren blinked, "Very good, so first things first, where do I find a unicorn horn, and what are those ores, and what is the potion that dissolves the silver?"

"Minerals and potions are common things. All you need to do is find a unicorn's horn, even a small piece." Flamel was very optimistic.

Loren laughed dryly, "That's easy. I should be able to touch it when the unicorn pierces my chest with its horn."

Only pure girls can approach young unicorns, and no one can approach adult unicorns.

Especially after Voldemort hunted down two unicorns, the unicorn community now hates all humans.

"Besides that, there is another thing," Loren spread out his hands and said helplessly, "Where can I find a boiler?"

This matter is even more terrible. He had noticed the boiler in the alchemy laboratory a long time ago. It looks very advanced at first glance. Building this boiler may be more troublesome than refining a mirror.

Flamel waved his hand casually, "Don't worry about it, wait until you find the unicorn's horn."

Chapter 136 Memory Magic

If you say so, then I will believe it. Loren muttered silently.

At least judging from the ability to parse the magic runes on the hand mirror, analyze the mirror's abilities and repair the mirror, Flamel is indeed a master of alchemy and is very reliable.

Thinking of this, Loren said goodbye to Flamel, exited the Book of Fantasy, and planned to write a letter to Hagrid, asking him to pay attention to the unicorn's horn.

Loren lay on the bed with his eyes open, his gaze wandering towards the ceiling. Then he remembered that Hanhan had gone to deliver a letter to Grandpa Bates and had not returned yet.

It doesn't make sense. With such a slow delivery speed, the mail should be returned anyway.

Why did it take so long for Grandpa Bates to revisit his old place and swim back to the Pacific battlefield?

Loren sighed as he could not come up with an answer by thinking about it. It seemed that he could only wait until Hanhan came back or the next semester started before he could find a way to find out about the unicorn.

Outside the window, the night is as quiet as ink, with stars and moon shining brightly.

In the following days, Loren lived in the Granger family. Generally speaking, the atmosphere was very harmonious, with only occasional friction.

A sunny morning.

On the desk by the bedroom window, Loren was buried in a book, writing and drawing.

He was sorting out information on Occlumency, Legilimency, and the Memory Spell. Loren had planned to learn these spells before the holiday, but due to the peculiarities of his memory, he couldn't practice with others, so he could only find a way to learn on his own.

In the end, it all came down to the learning method that Loren had always adhered to, building a comprehensive knowledge system, combining it with his unique gift of intuition to practice spells with twice the result with half the effort.

Loren believes that these three types of magic are all related to memory, and they must have certain commonalities and shared contents in the principles of magic.

This conjecture was confirmed after consulting Flamel, and this type of magic was classified as memory magic.

Human memory is stored in two parts: the brain and the soul.

There is no need to say much about the memories stored in the brain. A long time ago, people discovered that deep memories can be awakened by hammering the brain. If they cannot be awakened, it may be that the hammer is not strong enough.

As far as Loren knew, neurons and the hippocampus in the brain were involved in memory.

The memories in the soul are proven by the ghosts of Hogwarts, who still retain their memories of their previous lives after leaving their bodies.

If we can find out how the magic of memory works, it will have a multiplier effect on learning and practice.

The most basic form of Occlumency involves clearing the mind from thoughts, memories, and feelings, thereby preventing others from reading one's emotions and thoughts. More advanced forms of Occlumency involve constructing false thoughts, emotions, and memories to create a "false image."

Using Occlumency requires a great deal of willpower and a high level of mental and emotional self-discipline. It also interferes with the effectiveness of Veritaserum and the Imperius Curse.

From this, Loren determined that Occlumency not only seals the brain, but also has an effect on the soul.

Beginners of Legilimency can use their eyes as a medium to spy on the other person's thoughts when they look at each other, find out if they are lying, and study their emotions and memories.

Highly skilled wizards have even more sophisticated methods. They can easily enter people's minds and even make some changes to other people's thoughts.

The spell of the Oblivion Charm is [Oblivion], which is used to erase a specific memory. The spell was invented by the witch Nemoan Radford, who became the first memory destroyer of the Ministry of Magic.

The Oblivion Charm became a designated spell under the Statute of Secrecy and is often used to erase Muggles' memories of magic. Former Minister of Magic Ottaline Gamble decided to use the Hogwarts Express as a means of transportation for young wizards to and from Hogwarts. This large-scale project involved 167 Oblivion Charms and the largest-scale Concealment Charm in British history.

The danger of the Oblivion Charm is that if it is performed incorrectly, it may erase important parts of a person's memory and cause irreversible brain damage.

The Oblivion Spell is often used in conjunction with the False Memory Spell. After erasing the memory, a false memory is implanted to better prevent others from detecting the loophole.

In addition, some scholars have proposed that torture with a strong purpose has a chance to break the Forgetfulness Curse. However, because this view is too cruel, the Ministry of Magic has banned related experiments.

The tip of the fountain pen pressed against the paper, leaving the ink to soak in. Loren was a little uncomfortable with using a fountain pen when he returned to ordinary society, as he had always used a feather pen at Hogwarts.

Loren recalled the above information and wrote down the key points in his notebook in a crooked handwriting.

"Expediate Patronus" Hermione's clear voice sounded from behind.

The silver light of the patron saint flickered behind Loren's head, making it difficult to concentrate.

Loren had a toothache and said helplessly, "Why do you have to come to my room to practice the Patronus Charm?"

Not just in the bedroom, no matter where Loren was or what he was doing, Hermione would always appear beside him, then start to cast [Expedience Patronus] and shine like a light bulb.

Hearing the voice, Hermione put away her wand, the silver light disappeared, and she said, "I can be wherever I want, and I am urging you, you should practice the Patronus Charm with me!"

As she spoke, the girl leaned over to Loren's shoulder and looked at his notes.

Loren smelled the fresh scent of lavender on the girl, and an unnamed floral scent, the scent of laundry detergent and shampoo on her body.

"Memory Charm?" Hermione read as she looked at the words on the notebook.

She frowned. "We should learn one spell after another. The most important thing you should practice now is the Patronus Charm. Your Patronus isn't even formed yet!"

After returning from camping, the progress of the Patronus Charm of both of them had advanced significantly, as evidenced by the intangible silver light of the Patronus expanding a lot when they cast the spell.

Loren responded without any sincerity: "Yes, that makes sense, that's true."

Hermione looked at the man, patted him on the shoulder, gritted her teeth and said, "My Patronus is no longer growing in size. The next step is to condense it. I will summon a physical Patronus before you."

"But my patronus is still growing. How do I know how big it can get?" Loren sighed.

The silver ball of light of Hermione's Patronus was about the same size as her. But when he used his full strength to cast the Patronus Charm, the ball of light was already larger than the tree in the courtyard. There was no sign of solidification at all.

Hermione said in a tone of disappointment: "Then you should practice more."

Loren felt a headache when he saw Hermione's serious expression. This little witch was really stubborn.

"Hermione, Loren! The tea is ready, come down and have something to eat." Monica's voice came from downstairs.

"Coming!" Hermione shouted.

The girl put away her wand and skipped downstairs.

Loren closed the cap on his pen, put away his notebook, and staggered downstairs, following Hermione's swaying pigtails.

In front of the white lacquered fireplace, the low tea table was laid with sumptuous pastries, scones covered with cream and strawberry jam, apple and peach fruit tarts, and a large portion of mango mousse. Beside the table were four sets of violet-patterned teacups with white backgrounds.

Monica and Wendell sat together, filling cups with tea from identical teapots.

Loren sat down, picked up a scone and took a bite, being careful not to scatter the crumbs everywhere. Before he could swallow it, he started to fart incoherently.

"This scone is delicious, the crust is crispy, and the filling is soft and sticky inside." Loren took a sip of tea from the cup, swallowed it, and then said, "Monica, your cooking skills are so good. Many bakers may not be able to make such delicious pastries."

Wendell and Monica smiled slightly after hearing this.

But Hermione couldn't hold it in and burst into laughter. Didn't she know her mother? She could cook, but she couldn't make pastries. She usually bought pastries from outside bakeries.

Hermione tugged at Loren's sleeve and almost fell to the ground laughing, "These snacks were bought outside, not made by my mother, hahahaha..."

"It tastes really good," Loren let Hermione pull his sleeve without changing his expression, and took another bite of scone. "What were you talking about just now?"

Stiffly changing the subject, Hermione laughed even harder. Her lung capacity was insufficient, and her laughter became shrill. She kept pounding her hands on the sofa, "Hehehe..."

It was rare to see Loren being too clever for his own good, so Hermione laughed so excessively.

Wendell coughed, "Remember what we talked about in the car, camping on the water? We ended up talking about Hermione's graduation trip."

"Graduation trip?" Loren follows the principle that as long as I'm not embarrassed, no one else will be embarrassed.

Monica looked at Hermione, who was holding her stomach to hold back her laughter, and said helplessly, "Under normal circumstances, Hermione would be admitted to Oxford University or other schools she likes after graduating from high school."

Hermione finally stopped, wiped the tears from her eyes and looked at Monica.

Monica went on to say, "We plan to take a long trip abroad in the summer when she receives her acceptance letter, and we are discussing where to go."

Wendell turned his palm over, "Now, you know, things are different."

Mr. and Mrs. Granger were sad that their daughter had gone to wizarding school and would not be going to college.

"Mom~" Hermione said coquettishly, "After I graduate from Hogwarts, we can also travel. Many wizards travel around after graduation and only settle down after a few years."

She came over, pushed Wendell aside, grabbed Monica's arm, shook it and said, "Let's go see the kangaroos and koalas you've always wanted to see. How about we go to Australia?"

Monica smiled and pushed her hand away, "If you want to go, just say you want to go, don't put it on me."

Hermione hugged him again, "Then I want to go see the kangaroos. Will you come with me?"

Monica didn't bother to pay attention to her. She picked up the teacup and took a sip, with an uncontrollable smile on her lips.

Wendel felt a little jealous when he saw his daughter pestering her mother and acting coquettishly. He didn't know whether he was jealous of his daughter or his wife.

Hermione was only so clingy before she was four years old. When she grew older and became more sensible, she became reserved. The situation became worse after she went to school. This time, after returning from Hogwarts, she became more relaxed.

Wendell coughed and announced, "We plan to reopen the clinic tomorrow."

Hermione turned her head and looked at him with wide eyes, "Why? Don't you have two weeks to accompany me?"

Wendell said faintly, "Because you don't accompany us anymore. You drag Loren to practice magic all day long and don't care about mom and dad at all."

Hermione held Monica's arm with one hand and reached out to Wendell with the other, saying comfortingly, "I care, I care."

The two were mainly worried that Hermione would have no friends at school and would be alone at home, which would be bad for her mental health.