The days at Hogwarts

The words on it blurred for a moment, as if something surprising was seen, and then the word "Morgan" slowly emerged.

He did not introduce himself, but his name appeared in the diary.

As expected, even the memory was checked. As expected of the most accomplished master of Legilimency, the Occlumency in Loren’s mind didn’t work at all.

Loren looked at the words calmly, constantly testing his ability to control his body, twisting his toes, slightly curling his fingers, and controlling the frequency of his breathing.

After confirming that he was not being controlled, he felt a little relieved.

As he examined himself, the notebook began to vibrate rapidly, and the ink on it seemed to be out of control, oozing out irregularly.

The black ink was mixed with a large amount of blood, which quickly stained the entire diary.

The invisible flame ignited the diary. The pages were curled up by the high temperature and turned into black ashes, which dissipated into the air.

One third of the diary's thickness was burned. Just when Loren thought the Horcrux was about to be destroyed, a gust of wind blew up from the room without any source, causing the pages of the diary to flip and rustle.

When I turned halfway through, the entire diary broke into two with a "crash", and the front part was quickly burned into black ashes and dissipated.

The remaining half of the diary looked extremely messy, with blood all over the paper, and the yellowed pages were dyed deep red.

Even so, the diary was not completely free of the invisible flame, and the corners of the first sheet of paper on the remaining half of the diary were gradually turning black and turning into ashes.

It seemed that the flame had left a spark, and it seemed that it was only a matter of time before it rekindled, and it would be soon.

Loren watched the scene calmly. He probably guessed that it was the diary that caused the trouble. It saw the contents of the Book of Abraham and might have seen Mary.

I didn't expect the curse to come so quickly and so violently.

As if gasping for breath, after a while, when a page of the diary was burned to only half, another line of black handwriting emerged against the deep red background.

'My sincere apologies to you, descendant of Morgan, sage of the new era.'

In the slightly distorted space, the page turned into ashes and dissipated.

Before Loren had time to think about what this sentence meant, new words appeared on the second page.

'Before I take the rude offense that will lead to my well-deserved destruction, allow me to tell you something.'

"You are destined to become someone like me. We will lead the times. Whether it is supporting pure blood or protecting Muggles, it is just a wave of the tide."

'Wizards master magic and are destined to rule over Muggles. Wizards will lead the entire human civilization towards a more glorious era.'

'And among wizards, there are differences. Some are born more noble, I am like this, and so are you.'

'Join me and I will lead you to the path of immortality and godhood.'

The diary seemed to be communicating with Loren, or it seemed to be talking to itself. The pages were burned one by one, and the words appeared line by line.

'Only by becoming a god can you make the rules, and only then can you maintain peace between wizards and muggles.'

'Don't speculate, the Horcrux is just an experiment, the real magic is not in the books.'

'Find me, join me.'

'Morgan should be honored throughout history!'

The diary was written to this point, and the remaining half of the page was instantly burned up, and the paper instantly turned into ashes and gradually drifted away. A black spiritual light sprang up from the ashes and crashed out of the window.

Loren rushed to the window and pulled open the curtains. He could no longer see anything unusual. He looked anxious and wanted to contact Dumbledore immediately.

"Calm down!" Flamel walked out of the fantasy book. "That was just a memory, and most of its main consciousness was burned. The curse will follow it and continue to destroy it. When it returns to Voldemort, it will only have the line of handwriting that just appeared in the diary left."

Loren breathed a sigh of relief when he heard this. The diary had just been talking to itself and it shouldn't affect the principal's plan.

"I was too arrogant. I thought I had learned the art of brain occlusion. As a result, my emotions were aroused. When I checked my memory, I didn't notice anything." Loren closed his eyes. All along, he had been under the protection of Dumbledore and had no idea of ​​the horror of the Dark Lord.

How could he, now, be able to deal with the most powerful dark wizard who was able to create an entire dark age?

Being weak is not a fault, being arrogant is.

Flamel walked over to Loren and looked out the window with him: "It is just as arrogant. If it hadn't been so self-righteous as to check your memory, it wouldn't have brought down the curse."

Loren didn't expect Abraham's curse to be so powerful. The Horcrux, which could only be destroyed by Fiendfyre and Basilisk's fangs, was reduced to ashes in an instant.

The boundless sky was clear, white clouds were floating, and the weather was changing. The wind from the wilderness blew into the house, making the curtains flutter and rustle.

The black hair on Loren's forehead danced in the wind like a dragon, and the crystal blue light converged from his eyes. This magical world seemed to have just opened a corner of the curtain to him:

"Now, I want to know what these 'sages' and 'gods' mean?"

Chapter 159 School starts

Flamel's gaze swept across the sky, looking into the distance that was unknown how far away, and it seemed that the place he was looking at did not exist, but was a void.

After a long period of thinking, he said slowly: "There is no such thing as a god in this world. Anyone who wants to become a god and be above all life will be rejected by life and the world."

"Don't be fooled by his tricks. When you grow up, everything will have its answers."

Loren did not speak. Voldemort might have had some thoughts to confuse him before his death, so what he said must be a mixture of truth and falsehood. Flamel's words showed that this was not something he should know, at least not now.

"Then what are Morgan's descendants? I always thought I was from a Muggle family and my parents were ordinary people." Loren asked.

Flamel smiled and said, "I don't know your parents, but I think they may indeed be ordinary people. It's just that the last name Morgan is very special, and it involves another great wizard."

His unreal hands rubbed Loren's hair twice, trying to smooth out his messed-up hair, but the light and shadow just passed through, and it was difficult for the illusion and reality to merge.

"When school starts, go ask Dumbledore. He knows more about this than I do." After Flamel finished speaking, he turned into a faint light and flew back to the book of fantasy.

Loren was confused. Sages, gods, and the mysterious wizard Morgan, what on earth were these things...

He once thought that he had seen the end of this world and understood the truth of the world, and he always had a calm mind. But when the world showed its true face to him, it was all scenery he had never known before.

The Book of Abraham that he got by chance, Nicole's dream, Trelawney's prophecy... things that he once thought were just coincidences and good luck, seemed to have been arranged by fate long ago.

……

Malfoy Manor.

Lucius held a blue peacock feather vase in front of his eyes, looked at it again and again, with a happy smile on his face, obviously very satisfied with this new collection.

"Dad," Draco stood aside, speaking with hesitation, "Your attitude towards the Weasley family today was very strange. Why? Do you really support pure blood?"

Click!

The porcelain vase collided with the cabinet, making a slight sound. Lucius put the vase back on the table and said leisurely, "Pure blood, that's just an excuse."

"People in this group want to do things in a high-sounding manner and want to win the support of some people, so they will raise this banner and use this excuse to achieve their own goals."

All the prohibited items were cleared out, and even the diary that the Dark Lord asked him to keep was moved away without anyone noticing. Lucius, who was in a very good mood, couldn't help but say a few more words:

"Draco, you have to remember that there is no such thing as pure-blood interests, Muggle interests, or anything else. The ultimate destination of all interests is your own interests."

"You see, the Weasleys are also a pure-blood family. Did anyone help them when they were in trouble?" Lucius seemed to think this was very funny and couldn't help laughing. "Even those old guys just watched the Weasleys gradually decline."

"If you can gain benefits by supporting purebloods, then support purebloods. If you can gain benefits by supporting Muggles, then support Muggles."

"Only interests are our eternal friends."

Draco listened to this speech in amazement. This was completely different from the idea he had always held. He couldn't help but ask, "But what about Slytherin's advocacy? What about the glory of pure blood?"

Lucius looked at Draco's face and felt that as his son, Draco was a little...not so Malfoy.

"Listen, pure-blood or Muggle, I only uphold the glory of the Malfoy family. For thousands of years, my ancestors have passed the Malfoy family down to me, and I will definitely hand it over to you."

"And you..." Lucius was silent. Obviously, he had neglected to discipline his son over the years, and Draco might have absorbed Narcissa's simple ideas.

Lucius, no longer in a good mood, went straight upstairs. He wanted to have a good talk with Narcissa. As the heir of the Malfoy family, he couldn't be stupid anymore.

The result of the conversation was that he inexplicably agreed to change the equipment of the Slytherin Quidditch team in exchange for Draco's place on the team.

"Did Severus Snape bewitched you? Did he threaten you with Draco?" An angry voice came from upstairs, and the words were full of exasperation.

……

In Albania, Lake Ohrid stretches endlessly, and the mirror-like blue water reflects the sky and mountains. Winter has not yet arrived here, but the temperature is already very cold.

Voldemort thought so.

Three months ago, he was kicked out of Hogwarts again, and returned here once again, living a life like a maggot, just like 11 years ago.

He is now just a weak ghost, and any dark wizard can inflict torture on him. For the former Dark Lord, living in this state is a shame in itself.

Fortunately, he had gotten used to such humiliation in those ten years. Abandoning part of his rationality and part of his existence as a human being would make the ghost feel more comfortable.

Winter is not easy to get through. He is as humble as a snake or insect, but he cannot hibernate like a snake.

Lake Ohrid doesn't freeze, and the presence of water means animals gather.But when he is possessed by a group animal, other animals in the group will be afraid of the cold aura on him, and after getting along for a period of time, this fear will turn into rejection.

The irrational beasts are extremely barbaric, and the way animals express their disgust is simple and direct...

Whenever he thought of those remaining parts of Voldemort's soul as a human being, he always felt shame, followed by endless hatred and anger.

The most difficult thing about the time was that he could not go back to look for his former servants, and he did not know when someone like Quirrell would find him again. There was no end to the primeval forest, and there was no hope in winter...

But no matter what, winter in Albania is not easy.

Voldemort, possessed by a viper, moved through the grass and crawled over low bushes. The scales on his abdomen made a slight rustling sound. He was already familiar with this way of moving, just like a real snake.

Just as he was wrapping himself around the branch of the snake bone tree and was about to add another snake bone to the tree, he saw a shimmering black mist flying towards him from afar.

The black fog hit the snake-bone tree trunk in front of him, leaving a line of black ink on it:

'My sincere apologies to you, descendant of Morgan, sage of the new era.'

Voldemort looked at the words, his snake body lying on the branch, motionless.

As if he had provoked some incredible existence, a smell of decay emanated from the ink. Tiny red fire spots lit up little by little, and eventually spread out and turned into a ball of flame.

Voldemort let go of the snake's tail hanging on the tree and fell directly to the ground, watching the tree in front of him turn into ashes in the blink of an eye.

The endless winter seemed to have suddenly had the sun, and the Mystic Viper flapped its scales and quickly crawled towards the inn outside the Albanian forest. Although the dark wizards were difficult to deal with, there was another kind of magical life there that could be driven.

In the deserted forest, a sinister laugh suddenly sounded...

Half a day later, in front of Crabbe Manor.

The transparent space suddenly distorted, and with a "bang", a house-elf holding a huge silver cup appeared.

A viper with stripes on its back crawled out of the silver cup, worked its way up the house-elf's arm and wrapped around its neck.

"You said that little Crabbe hired werewolves to attack Azkaban?" A hoarse voice came out of the snake's mouth, terrifying.

The thin house-elf trembled and answered in a shrill, frightened voice: "Ah, Mick heard it from the wizard who traded in the hotel, who said..."

The fangs and forked tongue exuded a cold breath at the artery, but he disliked the dirty blood of the house elf and finally did not take a bite: "Take me in."

……

"The British Library is the largest library here." Loren said softly to the person beside him, holding the fantasy book in his hand.

In the reading room, Loren was sitting in a corner of a bookshelf, not inconspicuous at all. In the eyes of others, he was just a child talking to himself, and no one would notice him at all.

"Just find a secluded corner and put me down." Flamel's voice was relaxed, even with some anticipation.

"So, what's the purpose of doing this, to make you a collection of the library?" Loren was still confused. When he got up early this morning, Flamel asked him to take the fantasy book to a library with the largest collection of books and put it in.

"My range of activities has expanded. I asked you to bring me to the library so that I could collect the books here."

"Include?"

"When night falls, I can use the Book of Fantasy to cleanse my magic power and copy all the books in the library into the Book of Fantasy." Flamel looked at the neatly arranged bookshelves and was deeply fascinated by the scene.

"This place is bigger than a castle, with millions of books. Are you sure you can do it?"

"You will be able to learn Muggle medical knowledge in the wizarding world and speed up the refining of the Philosopher's Stone." Flamel did not answer his question, immersed in his own world. The illusory figure floated in the air, making a gesture of opening his arms to embrace:

"The Book of Fantasy will be a gathering of two societies, and this will be the seed of civilization."

Loren didn't understand the second half of his boastful words, but he still found a hidden bookshelf and put the fantasy book next to a copy of "King Lear".

There's a whole row of Shakespeare books that no one has checked out, so there's no need to worry about someone taking this one by mistake, or any of the other Shakespeare books.

"I'll pick you up tomorrow!" Loren waved his hand and walked out of the library.

-

The school starts soon, and Loren feels that the summer vacation is over too quickly. He feels like it’s over before he has had much fun.

After Hermione raised the issue of werewolf groups to Monica, Monica gave her some books such as "Leviathan: The Essence, Form and Power of the Church State and the Civil State" and "On the Origin and Basis of Human Inequality".

The original words of this hardcore mother are: "I don't know the composition and political ecology of wizard society, but some things are always connected. These books can't solve the problem, but they can make you understand what you are confused about. You will definitely not understand it when you start reading it, but you will understand it when you grow up."

So these past few days, Hermione had been working hard to read these books, trying to finish them before school started so that she could have an impression of them.

After Flamel collected a whole library of books, he was obsessed with opera, drama, and bel canto techniques. Loren could only accompany Grandpa Bates to take care of the backyard and prepare for the transplanting in November...