The days at Hogwarts

"Tsk, stupid, ignorant and therefore fearless." Snape's low voice was calm and no one knew who he was talking about.

Lockhart certainly didn't think he was being talked about, so he turned back to Professor Flitwick and continued talking about how he had carved his name into the Quidditch pitch in 20-foot-long letters.

Professor Flitwick's beard was trembling; he had never felt so ashamed of his Ravenclaw origin.

"Don't be so harsh on students. Minerva can't leave. Severus, go and comfort the two children." Dumbledore said cheerfully.

Snape's mouth curled up slightly and he accepted the task reluctantly. It was unknown whether he laughed out loud in his heart.

He went out through the side door next to the head table and took Harry and Ron away.

Loren's gaze followed Professor Snape as he walked away, and he prayed silently for the two of them in his heart, hoping that Hitting Willow would be okay, otherwise Professor Sprout would also scold them.

"Luna Lovegood." Professor McGonagall's voice sounded again.

Luna, who came skipping forward, had changed out of her strange attire and was now wearing a Hogwarts wizard robe. With her ethereal temperament, long hair and pretty face, she looked like a moonlight elf.

The Sorting Hat was as worn as ever, but somehow it matched Luna's temperament. Her lips moved slightly, and it was obvious that she was talking to the Sorting Hat. In the end, she was sorted into Ravenclaw.

Percy and the twins were relieved when they saw Ron being taken away by Snape. No matter what mistakes he made, he was safe. When Ginny was sorted into Gryffindor, they cheered and screamed the loudest in the audience.

During the school song at the end of the dinner, George and Fred performed steadily. When they sang the last high note, they put their feet on the dining table and almost fell into Lee Jordan's arms.

Chapter 161 Night Talk

After the banquet, the prefects of each college led the freshmen back to the lounge and took the time to introduce some basic information to them, such as passwords, courses...

Regarding the Horcrux diary and the conversation with Voldemort, Loren felt that he should talk to Dumbledore.

He had many questions to ask Dumbledore, about Morgan, about gods, about sages. Dumbledore might know the questions that Flamel had not answered.

There is also the basilisk in the Slytherin Chamber of Secrets. According to the original plot, the diary will control Ginny to release the basilisk to create panic. Although there is not even ashes left of the diary now, there are dangerous creatures in Hogwarts Castle, so it is better to notify the headmaster to deal with them.

Going to the headmaster's office and returning to the Gryffindor common room was on the way, so Loren followed the team and planned to leave the team when he reached the seventh floor.

"If you don't want to be scolded on your first day, you'd better get up an hour earlier." Percy introduced the school expressionlessly. His stern face made the freshmen feel that the class leader was in a bad mood.

"What's wrong with Percy? He wasn't like this when he was introduced last year." Loren patted Seamus' shoulder.

"Don't you know?" Seamus came over, his tone very excited, "Harry and Ron drove a flying car to school, and they were even in the newspapers!"

Dean cheered from the side: "This is so-cool!"

"Wait, wait," Hermione beside them was a little slow to react and couldn't quite follow their train of thought. "What's so cool about this? This means that Gryffindor will be deducted points at the beginning of the school term!"

Seamus and Dean looked at Hermione with strange eyes, thinking that she was the top scorer of the college, and didn't say much. They sighed deeply and turned to share this joy with others.

Hermione looked puzzled. "Isn't that a normal reaction for Percy and me? Why do they think deducting points is cool?"

How should Lauren answer this? He could only pat Hermione's shoulder to comfort her.

"Oh, what do you mean by that?"

"Do you think this is cool too..."

Hermione continued her angry remarks until she reached the 7th floor, at the entrance to the Gryffindor common room, and then Loren slipped away.

On the 8th floor of the castle, the principal's office.

Dumbledore was used to having a cup of hot cocoa after dinner, which helped him fall asleep faster, and at least he would fall asleep before dawn. He would see if he could make up for the rest of his sleep when Minerva reported on her work.

Isn’t the vice-principal’s job to help the principal solve problems?

Dumbledore added a few spoonfuls of honey to the hot cocoa and stirred it clockwise, full of anticipation. When the temperature of the hot cocoa drops a little, it will taste the best when it is slightly higher than the human body temperature and slightly hot.

boom!

Loren pushed open the door of the office and walked in. His footsteps were even a little arrogant. He sat down on the chair carelessly, then looked at Dumbledore without saying a word.

There were so many things to say that when Loren actually sat in front of Dumbledore, he didn't know where to start. His fluent and domineering aura suddenly stagnated and got stuck.

In order to hide the fact that he knew the plot and at the same time properly reveal the diary and the basilisk to Dumbledore, he needed to think carefully about how to say it.

Fox leaned against his shelf, using his beak to comb the feathers under his wings. The paintings of past principals on the wall were all turned over; they had already rested.

Dumbledore was wearing a dark grey robe and pajamas, a pointed wizard hat, and semi-circular glasses on his nose. He lowered his head and glanced over the glasses. He said in a senile manner, "For an elderly person, time at night is very precious. So, Loren, if you have anything to say, please tell me quickly."

"I'm wondering where to start, um..." Loren pondered for a moment.

Dumbledore placed his fingers on the wall of the cup and felt it, then he sighed imperceptibly... Alas, the most delicious temperature has been missed, forget it.

He put another sugar cube in it and stirred it constantly with a spoon to make the sugar melt faster.

"The day we went to Diagon Alley to prepare supplies for the start of school, Lucius stuffed something into Ginny's book, and I found it." Loren looked up at Dumbledore.

"Well, because the change in ownership of Hogwarts coincides with the new version of the Muggle Protection Act, Lucius should be eager to deal with some," Dumbledore paused, "some items that are not so easy to deal with. Although Arthur is responsible for the inventory, it is excessive to implicate a child."

"This is a diary that can talk to me. It belonged to Tom Riddle fifty years ago." Loren said this as calmly as possible.

Dumbledore's spoon hit the wall of the cup, making a clear sound. He was sure that it was another Horcrux. Voldemort had indeed made more than one Horcrux.

"After a complicated intellectual struggle, I learned something from the diary, which checked my memory and was then burned to ashes by Abraham's curse."

Putting the spoon aside, Dumbledore raised his eyes and glanced at Loren. There were too many strange points in this sentence, but he did not ask and listened quietly to what followed.

"Through the girls' bathroom on the second floor, you can use Parseltongue to open the entrance to Slytherin's Chamber of Secrets, where a thousand-year-old basilisk sleeps." Loren saw Dumbledore pick up the hot cocoa and take a sip.

Dumbledore, hiding behind the cup and lenses, was not as calm as he appeared. There was a gleam in his eyes, turning over distant memories and sorting out many things at once.

Myrtle who died fifty years ago, Hagrid who was wrongly accused, and Tom who had Slytherin blood at that time, all these things were strung together into one thread.

Dumbledore looked at Loren's casual sitting posture and childish face, and thought of Harry and Ron who had just got into trouble today. They were still too young and needed to grow up.

A basilisk, and it just so happens that Harry can speak Parseltongue.

The old headmaster said calmly: "Don't worry, the basilisk issue will be handled. Hogwarts has the responsibility to protect every student in school."

"Principal Dumbledore, I have some questions to ask." Loren was not sure. The principal might choose to keep secret what Flamel did not say.

"The diary tempted me with words, saying that I was a descendant of Morgan, a sage of the times, and asked me to become a god with him and gain eternal life. I want to ask who Morgan is, what a sage is, and what a god is?"

Tap, tap, tap... Dumbledore's fingers tapped lightly on the armrest of the chair. He could imagine the scene at that time.

Even though he was cursed and about to be annihilated, even though the diary might only contain the memories of Voldemort's youth, before he died, he still tried his best to seize every opportunity to pave the way for himself.

Whether Loren agrees or not, a seed will be planted in his heart.

"If possible, I would like to know how he seduced you at that time." Dumbledore spoke slowly, and he added, "This is just an old man's curiosity. If you don't want to say it..."

There is nothing wrong with saying it. If you can't even say it to Dumbledore, then who should you say it to?

Loren spoke cheerfully, "He said that some people are born noble, destined to lead the times, to lead wizards to rule over Muggles, and to lead mankind into a more glorious era. He said that he would let me join him, become a god, gain immortality, and make the rules."

"Oh?" Dumbledore felt that the 16-year-old Tom was more rational than Voldemort later on. He did not use power, pure-blood glory, or powerful strength, but a greater temptation.

"So, Lauren, what do you think about wizards and Muggles, immortality and gods?" Dumbledore looked into Lauren's eyes.

Loren waved his hand impatiently: "What do Muggles and wizards have to do with me? This kind of thing is troublesome just thinking about it. Immortality and gods sound even more troublesome. Wouldn't it be more comfortable to make some money, eat and drink every day, and be happy?"

The issues that Hermione cares about and thinks about all day long, and those social science books, just reading them gives her a headache.

When Dumbledore heard this answer, he couldn't help laughing. He couldn't restrain himself at all, and his loud laughter echoed in the office.

This was Loren's true thought, and he could tell without Legilimency, and that made Dumbledore laugh even more heartily, until some of the portraits began to curse and Fawkes blew a few streams of fire into his beard threateningly, and Dumbledore stopped.

“It would be nice if everyone thought that way.”

Dumbledore's mood became more relaxed. He pushed his glasses up to his nose bridge. "The matter of gods is very complicated, and it is difficult to explain it clearly in a short time. But I can tell you that there have been many legends about gods from ancient times to the present, and they are just legends."

Just when Loren thought that Dumbledore was going to perfuse him again, Dumbledore said:

"The Philosopher's Stone is also known as the Philosopher's Stone. The person who can make the Philosopher's Stone is called a Sage. Legend has it that Sages are born in special times and have a huge impact on the world."

Will I have an impact on the world... Loren is not sure. Does changing so many plots count as an impact? But can he be called a sage?

"As for Morgan, she was a wizard of the same era as Merlin. We called her Fairy Morgan, and I remember there were chocolate frog cards of her. No one knows where she came from. Some legends say that she studied magic with Merlin, while others say that she was Merlin's apprentice. Fairy Morgan has a special connection with the mermaids. When I was learning the language of the mermaids, I talked to their elders about it."

"Morgan the Fairy was very good at Transfiguration, and was proficient in medicine and prophecy. She had a serious quarrel with Merlin, and since then, she has disappeared from history."

After saying that, Dumbledore picked up the cup and took a big sip of the hot cocoa that was no longer hot.

"Does this have anything to do with me?" Loren asked curiously.

"You know, I am not omniscient and omnipotent. I cannot answer your questions about this. You may need to find the answer yourself..."

After they finished talking about the matter, the two chatted for a while before Loren suggested leaving.

As he watched Loren disappear, a special thought suddenly popped up in Dumbledore's mind: "Loren!"

"Ok?"

Loren looked back at the old headmaster in the candlelight, with his white beard and wrinkled face. If one was close to him, people would be impressed by his demeanor; only when people were a little further away would they realize that this old wizard was over a hundred years old and very, very old.

"I need you to go somewhere with me after a while. I need your help." Dumbledore said.

Voldemort had been making Horcruxes for a long time, so if he went back to that place, he would definitely find some clues. Whether it was the Ravenclaw diadem or the diary, Loren always seemed to encounter Horcruxes.

Dumbledore didn't believe in fate, but why not give it a try?

"Got it!" Loren waved his hand and turned his back.

……

Do all older people have the talent of a Riddler... In the corridor, Loren was walking back to the Gryffindor common room, cursing and his mouth was not very clean.

It's not that Dumbledore said nothing, but it's the same as if he said nothing.

Entering the common room, Hermione had an expression that made her look angry and uncomfortable, her cheeks puffed up, which made her look inexplicably cute.

Reaching out and poking the little bump on the girl's face, it was soft. Before she could react, Loren asked curiously, "I thought you were going to criticize them, what are you doing now?"

"You ask them!" Hermione said angrily.

Harry and Ron slumped on the sofa, lying on their stomachs, trying to make themselves feel better.

"Don't mention it." Harry waved his hand weakly. "Snape wouldn't let us go back to the banquet. He left us a plate of chicken and ham sandwiches and pumpkin juice in the common room. It will be replenished automatically after we finish the sandwiches."

"Isn't this great? I thought he was going to give you some punishment."

Ron's painful voice continued: "We thought so too. We thought the sandwich was a punishment and we could only come back after eating it."

"And then they kept eating until they couldn't eat any more and their stomachs were about to burst." Hermione said helplessly, very worried about the IQ of these two people.

Because of their condition, George and Fred canceled the party they had prepared for them. Professor McGonagall saw their miserable state and asked Snape to give them a bottle of potion to postpone the punishment.

"If you ask me, that potion is a punishment." Harry's eyes were dull. "You can never imagine the taste. It's like cheese left out for a summer, then fermented with pickles, and finally concentrated into a small bite."

Hermione couldn't help it: "If you two had been a little smarter and sent an owl to inform the professor after you found out that you couldn't get into the platform, it wouldn't have turned out like this."

Harry and Ron pretended not to hear and slumped down on the sofa, occasionally letting out weak groans.

Neither of them cared about Hermione's words. After a year of getting along, they had already realized that if Hermione spoke out her concern, it would become annoying. Just ignore the words and feel the heart.

"Don't worry about them, go back to sleep first--" Loren put his hands on Hermione's shoulders and pushed her all the way to the stairs.

"But!" Hermione turned back.

"When they feel better, I'll take them back to the dormitory. You go to bed first--" Loren drawled out his voice.

"Okay, here you go." Hermione pressed a piece of parchment into his hand and went upstairs to the dormitory.

Loren opened the parchment, on which was a table with the course schedule for this school year filled in according to the time. It seemed that they knew he was too lazy to do these things, so the class time and the floor of the classroom were marked.

Looking at the beautiful and neat handwriting on it, Loren couldn't help but smile.

The new school year has begun.

Chapter 162 Got taken advantage of

Compared with the easy courses last semester, this semester's classes have increased significantly in both number and class hours.

It is worth noting that the second-grade astronomy class is scheduled on Monday, which means that they have one more homework to do over the weekend, and they cannot make up the stargazing report on Monday and Tuesday.

On the first day of the new semester, the first class for Gryffindor second-year students was Herbology class, which started with Hufflepuff House.

The little wizards who have been holding back for a summer vacation can no longer hold back. Students are like this. When you are studying, you always look forward to the holidays. But when the holidays really come, within a few days, you will miss studying and attending classes again.

It was unknown how long the others had been holding back, but Seamus and Dean were eager to let loose.

Even though it was a rainy and gloomy day on the dome, it still couldn't stop the enthusiasm of the two. When they were having breakfast in the auditorium, the sound of their discussion could be heard even by the professor in the guest seat.

"We are moving our classes from Greenhouse 1 to Greenhouse 3. I heard there are many real magical creatures there."

"Yes, the man-eating piranha plant, the fungus that quietly inserts its roots into your blood vessels to suck your blood..."