The days at Hogwarts

"You didn't even ask."

Hermione was so angry that she couldn't help but punch him in the chest. She threw the stirring spoon at him and said, "Then you do it!"

Loren took the stirring spoon and said, "This is a time-consuming potion. Even if I were to make it, the time wouldn't be much faster. It would be better if I could guide you and you could gain experience."

So Hermione grabbed the stirring spoon back.

Loren was instructing Hermione in making Polyjuice Potion in the ladies' room, while Ron was accompanying Harry in Quidditch training and planning to bump Malfoy into the infirmary.

Days passed like this, practicing spells, reciting Transfiguration knowledge points, and occasionally being beaten by herbs in the greenhouse during herbology classes. The young wizards were busy with their own affairs, and the waves caused by Mrs. Norris's attack soon subsided, and the school returned to its former tranquility.

This peaceful life continued until Saturday, the first Quidditch match of the school year, between Gryffindor and Slytherin.

Harry woke up before daybreak, tossing and turning in bed, unable to fall asleep. He opened his eyes and looked out the window at the sky outside, watching the dark sky turn gray, and then the gray gradually faded...

As soon as the dim morning light shone into the dormitory, he got up, got dressed, and went downstairs to eat early.

When he arrived at the Great Hall, he found that the other players of the Gryffindor team were already sitting at the empty long table, even the twins were there, each of them silently stuffing bread into their mouths without saying a word.

Looking at them, Harry said silently in his heart: I must win!

The brewing of potions requires people, so Loren and Hermione couldn't be there to cheer for Gryffindor. However, when they were having breakfast in the hall, Loren didn't smack his lips as usual.

Like every little Gryffindor wizard, he hopes that the players will be in good spirits before going on the court.

Harry didn't know if it was because he got up too early, but he felt his head was dizzy. The previous moment he felt that time was so unbearable and so long, and the next moment it was time for the game to start.

He followed the team into the locker room and donned the bright red Gryffindor robes.

Wood gave a lot of morale-boosting speeches in the locker room, and Harry heard clearly four words - must win!

The air above the stadium was humid and hot, and the stands were filled with cheers and applause for them. Both Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff wanted to see Slytherin defeated, and the sound waves poured into Harry's ears from all directions through space, sounding somewhat distorted.

Madam Hooch's voice: "Listen to my whistle. Three - two - one -"

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Malfoy's voice: "Are you all right, Scarhead?"

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Fred's voice: "Someone has tampered with the Bludger!"

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For the rest of the game, the sound of the Bludgers darting through the air followed him. Then there was the sound of raindrops falling, pouring down, clattering…

The searing pain from the Bludger's shattering of his arm dulled his mind, and he heard Lee Jordan's commentary: "Slytherin leads, sixty to zero."

In the hazy rain, Harry caught a glimpse of a golden light ahead, and had only one thought in his mind: rush towards Malfoy.

In a daze, his fingers seemed to catch the golden snitch, followed by a long and short feeling of weightlessness, and the following sound became even more blurred.

Colin's camera sound.

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Wood's voice: "We won!"

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"Don't worry, Harry. I'm just about to heal your arm." Lockhart's voice fell, and a strange, very uncomfortable feeling went like lightning from Harry's shoulder to his fingertips, as if his arm was being drained away.

Then he fainted...

That afternoon, Loren and Hermione, who had been brewing potions all day, returned to the Gryffindor common room and heard several versions of the story.

Harry's arm was broken by the Bludger, and he fell from a height, with his arm shattered. Fortunately, Professor Lockhart knew a rare spell, which helped Harry extract the broken bones in his arm in time to prevent the broken bones from flowing back into his heart through his blood vessels, which would cause Harry to die suddenly.

This is the version that came from Lockhart.

Lockhart kept a species of Indian caterpillars that ate bones, and these ate Harry's bones.

This is the version that came out from Luna.

The last one was the truth that Ron, who had just returned from the infirmary, told them: "Lockhart is that idiot! Lockhart's spell pulled out Harry's hand bones. Harry only had a simple broken bone, and Madam Pomfrey could have fixed Harry's bones in a second. Now he needs to stay in the infirmary for a night."

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The next day, when Loren and Hermione were making Polyjuice Potion in the bathroom, they saw Harry, who was brought in by Ron with one arm hunched.

"After I was injured, you didn't even come to the school infirmary to see me." Harry looked at the two of them aggrievedly. The physical injuries made him a little sensitive.

Loren and Hermione were at a loss for a moment. Loren said blankly, "I thought that lying in the school infirmary for a night was not a serious injury. I mean, we lay in bed for a longer time last semester."

That being said, this was not the most serious injury Harry had ever suffered, but he still felt aggrieved: "You don't even care whether my bones have healed?"

Ron shook his stiff, newly grown arm and said through gritted teeth, "Get to the point!"

"Remember Dobby the house-elf who intercepted my mail before school started? He came to see me last night."

Harry calmed down, cheered himself up, and talked about the news he heard last night. "He said that terrible things will happen in Hogwarts, history will repeat itself, and the Chamber of Secrets will be opened again. In order to prevent me from being killed, he sealed the walls of the station. He also tampered with the Bludger during the Quidditch game, hoping that I would be injured and leave the school."

Hermione pondered, so...has the Chamber of Secrets ever been opened...

Ron shouted angrily, "It was him who caused me to be locked up for a month. My hands were cramped from cleaning the trophies! And the Bludger, was he trying to prevent you from being killed by killing you first?"

Harry didn't have much anger. He couldn't get angry because of another thing that happened last night: "Colin was attacked. He was attacked on his way to the infirmary to visit me. He is now lying stiffly in the school infirmary like Mrs. Norris."

"Huh?" Ron was stunned for a moment.

Hermione paused as she stirred the cauldron, disturbing the peaceful eddy currents within.

Loren looked at the sad look on Harry's face, stood up and patted his shoulder: "Don't worry, it's okay, Dumbledore will heal him."

"Now," Loren turned his shoulders and made him face the exit, "go meet up with your teammates and enjoy the fruits of victory! You know, George and Fred postponed the celebration party for a day because of you."

He signaled Ron with his eyes to take Harry away.

"One more thing!" Harry walked to the door and turned around, looking at Loren seriously, "The person in the library that night was Dobby. He can teleport in the school. He also told us to be careful because there are other house-elves from outside in the school."

On Monday morning, the news that Colin Creevey had been attacked and was now lying in the school clinic like a dead man spread all over the school, causing a strong panic. Rumors were flying around the school, and everyone was suspicious. Even going to the toilet during class breaks had to invite three or five people together.

And so, in the midst of the invisible spreading panic, time came to the Friday that Loren and Dumbledore had agreed upon.

Dumbledore said to be prepared, but Loren felt that there was no need to prepare anything when traveling with Dumbledore. The best way to avoid danger was to hide behind the headmaster. If that didn't stop him, then other preparations would be useless.

The middle-aged version of Dumbledore stood next to the perch behind the door, and pulled Fawkes's fur when he wasn't paying attention, attempting to speed up the phoenix's rebirth in this way.

Loren saw this scene as he walked into the office empty-handed. He silently complained in his heart that Fox had entrusted his trust to the wrong person.

Dumbledore picked up the black velvet derby hat hanging on the branch and smiled at Loren, "Let's go."

Finally made up

Chapter 192 Gaunt’s Old House

On the hills on the south bank of the Thames, granite buildings form a magnificent and historic castle town.

At the entrance of the castle, the green grass stretches all the way to the end of the sight. The cool breeze makes people feel relaxed and comfortable, and makes people slow down their pace unconsciously to appreciate the autumn and winter trees.

Dumbledore, wearing a brown satin windbreaker with his collar turned up, looked relaxed. Loren's large magic robe was transfigured into an ordinary black long-sleeved coat. The two looked like ordinary tourists, father and son, visiting the castle on the weekend.

Dumbledore had changed into a middle-aged appearance, but his steps did not become faster. He looked at the green plants on both sides of the road with great interest, and his pace became even slower.

Loren had to keep up with his pace, walking and stopping. He was in no mood to appreciate the scenery, and was only thinking about going in and taking the unicorn horn, with a look of urgency written all over his face.

After walking for nearly half an hour, Loren saw that he had not yet finished walking half of the long path outside the castle. He could not hold his temper any longer: "Principal, how about you stay outside and enjoy the scenery while I go in and get the unicorn horn?"

With his eyes full of green, Dumbledore said leisurely: "Loren, the more you desire something, the more you should not be blinded by it. This is the advice of the old wizard."

Damn Riddler...

Loren took a deep breath, suppressed his anxious heart and asked, "Is there something I haven't noticed?"

"Recently, Hogwarts Castle has been very lively at night. There are two house-elves running around in the school. You know, the magic of house-elves is different from that of wizards, and the castle cannot restrict them." Dumbledore spoke at a steady pace, as if he was talking about something insignificant.

Loren was stunned when he heard this. Harry seemed to have mentioned this matter after he was discharged from the hospital.

One of them was Dobby, who always came to school at night to observe Harry and try to keep him away from the castle. They met Dobby on the night they visited the library.

Dobby warned Harry that there was a foreign house-elf in the castle who seemed to have bad intentions, and asked them to be careful.

"Some time ago, Xiaomai from the kitchen came to me and said that he often saw a strange house-elf staring at you. He asked all the house-elves in the castle, but no one knew him. Xiaomai was worried that someone was going to harm you, so he mustered up the courage to ask me for help."

Speaking of this, Dumbledore looked at Loren with emotion, and his impression of him improved a little.

The fact that the house-elves were sincerely grateful and mustered up the courage to ask for help from him, the headmaster, showed that Loren was sincere in getting along with the house-elves, had no discrimination or prejudice, and gave them the respect they deserved.

"Xiaomi..." Loren repeated this somewhat unfamiliar name, and it took him some effort to retrieve the somewhat blurry face of the house-elf from his memory.

The last time I saw Xiaomai was during the Christmas holidays... He went to the kitchen to ask for some pears to make frozen pears, and gave Xiaomai a chocolate frog as a gift. Xiaomai was so grateful that she insisted on being loyal to him forever.

Loren felt uncomfortable and never went to the kitchen again or saw the house-elf.

His thoughts were a little dazed: "Why didn't he just tell me directly?"

"Well," Dumbledore said softly, "I asked him this question as well, and his original words were, 'I am a house-elf without any sense of propriety, Mr. Morgan hates me, Mr. Morgan doesn't want to see me, and I don't want to bother him.'"

The autumn and winter wind was already very cold. Loren sniffed and didn't want to continue talking about this topic: "So who is that house elf following me, and what is his purpose?"

Dumbledore smiled silently, not harping on the matter of Xiaomai. "It's the Crabbe family. Voldemort and little Crabbe are together. He uses the house elf to pass messages to the outside world, and at the same time lets this house elf observe you and Harry."

Loren's brows were tightly knitted together. He could understand Harry and observe why he was saying, "Voldemort already knows that I was the one who destroyed the diary?"

"I guess he's not sure. It's just that the last words in the diary made Voldemort notice you, and he tried to discover what makes you different through - the house-elves observing you every moment." Dumbledore hinted.

"what do you mean……"

That house-elf is still following him!

Loren calmed down and closed his eyes, trying to mobilize his fighting instincts and sense the strange gazes around him.

During his long-term sparring with Flamel in the duel practice room, he had accumulated combat instincts through rich practical experience, and he easily noticed the house-elf's prying from the side in front of him.

The house-elf's gaze was not special and did not have any magic. Loren had ignored this kind of prying before because he had seen too many such gazes.

The castle's numerous house-elves serve the little wizards, washing clothes, preparing food, cleaning dormitories... They try to reduce their presence so that the little wizards don't notice them.

In such an environment, most of the time, Loren would subconsciously ignore their sight.

Fortunately, he had specially checked the night he dealt with the basilisk and confirmed that there were no house-elves on the third floor, otherwise the Philosopher's Stone might have been exposed. Thinking of this, Loren breathed a sigh of relief.

What he didn't know was that Dumbledore had also confirmed it for him.

Well, there were indeed no house-elves on the third floor at that time.

When he opened his eyes again, there was a crystal blue light flowing in Loren's eyes. Behind a beech tree in front of him, he easily observed a magical power that was different from that of the wizard.

His hand immediately went to the wand hidden in his sleeve.

Dumbledore took his hand and stopped him with a slight shake of his head.

"Why?" Loren asked puzzledly.

Voldemort will definitely come back, and Harry doesn't have much time left. He hopes that Harry can seize every opportunity to face Voldemort and gain experience from it.

Loren proposed to go to Windsor Castle, which could divert Voldemort's attention and prevent him from realizing that the Gaunt house had been discovered and the darkest part of his heart was clearly seen.

"Voldemort has other purposes in the castle, and I don't want to alarm him now." Dumbledore looked up at the beech tree.

Emmmm…

Loren still took out the wand from his sleeve: "I'll go get the unicorn horn first..."

The house-elf hiding behind the beech tree was trembling violently. Out of concern for the chief wizard of the Wizengamot, he did not dare to follow too closely. He could not hear their conversation, but could only vaguely feel two extremely oppressive gazes.

"I hope we won't be discovered..." The house-elf's heart seemed to be grasped by some invisible hand, and the blood flow in his body became stiff.

He was afraid of being discovered, and even more afraid of not being able to complete his master's order. He carefully poked his head out from behind the beech tree and wanted to take a look.

Loren held the magic wand and tapped it lightly on his chest. A wave like water flowed from the tip of the magic wand to his whole body.

"Fortunately, I was not discovered." He patted his chest thankfully, but then his eyes bulged like tennis balls widened, as if his eyeballs were about to fall out at any time.

Disillusionment spell! The little wizard disappeared from sight!

Loren Morgan is the main target that the master ordered to observe. He wouldn't lose the target, would he?

The house-elf trembled even more violently, too frightened to control himself.

To He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named, the lives of these lowly, enslaved people are worthless, and his men treat house-elves like vermin.

If a person fails to complete his master's orders, his master will let a terrible poisonous snake drill into his nostrils and into his head, lay eggs inside, and use its body to hatch the baby snakes.

The thought of those horrible venomous snakes wriggling in his brain made tears of fear well up in his eyes and snot run down onto the dirty rag he was wearing.