The days at Hogwarts

Transparent ripples were floating in the air, and Loren emerged from the ripples, squatting down to look at the stiff body. It was skinny, without a trace of flesh on the body, and the loose skin attached to the bones squeezed out ugly wrinkles. Bat ears, tennis ball eyes, and a look of despair in the eyes.

Although the house-elf could not move, it could hear the movements around it and see the little wizard who suddenly appeared in front of it.

It turned out that he had been discovered a long time ago. The house elf's mind was blank, with only one thought in his mind: My head is going to be used to hatch snake eggs...

Loren asked gently, "Can you tell me your name?"

Although it could not complete the task ordered by the master, its head would be used to hatch snake eggs, but even so, the house elf would never betray its master. The house elf's eyes burst into strong hatred, trying to intimidate this lowly mudblood.

However, the crystal blue eyes of the mudblood seemed to have magic, and the shadows in the pupils were flowing, spinning into a strange vortex. The house-elf felt something flowing out along the vortex, penetrating into his eyes, penetrating into his brain, and flowing into his soul.

"It's so cruel. Just because you didn't complete the task, your head will be used to hatch snake eggs. This is so inhumane, isn't it?" Loren said in a calm and gentlemanly tone.

He can know what's in my mind! The house-elf felt a chill in his heart and fell into deeper despair.

"Well, can you tell me your name now?" Loren asked again, his tone still gentle.

Don't think about it, don't recall, don't think about it, don't recall... The house-elf wanted to control his thoughts, but the more he forced himself not to think about it, the clearer the answer became in his mind.

Looking into the tennis ball-like eyes, Loren showed a surprised smile: "Big, so your name is Big, nice to meet you."

Tears of despair overflowed from his eyes. Big wanted to die immediately, but his body was stiff and he couldn't do it. He couldn't even close his eyes. He could only allow Legilimency to enter his mind.

Loren's smile was warm and enthusiastic, as if he was really happy to make a new friend: "So, first question, why did you set fire to Windsor Castle?"

Why burn down Windsor Castle? Bigger was a little confused, he couldn't explain why exactly, he just thought that doing so would calm the owner down and allow him to keep a complete head.

He left his head intact just to appease his master, there was no other reason. Loren remained silent after reading the thoughts in the house-elf's mind.

Loren didn't see it with his own eyes, but he read about it in the newspaper. The fire was so intense that the thick smoke could be seen rising from 5 miles away. More than a dozen people were hospitalized, and more than firefighters rushed to the fire scene...

Just to leave an intact head.

Loren was in a low mood and inadvertently slowed down the Legilimency he used on Bigger. Bigger felt the pressure in his heart ease, and there seemed to be some cracks in his endless despair. He once again stared at the lowly little mudblood wizard in front of him with a resentful look.

You are just a house-elf, your head may be chopped off and humiliated at any time, but now you are under my control. What right do you have to think that wizards are lowly?

Loren was angry and laughing. He no longer held back and used all his strength to use Legilimency to go deep into the mind of the house-elf and browse through his memories.

Pig was originally a house-elf in Crabbe Manor. Not long after the start of school, a house-elf from Albania came to Crabbe Manor with a strange venomous snake and found his master...

He knew that the strange venomous snake was actually a wizard who could communicate with people and control other venomous snakes... Pig watched with his own eyes as several venomous snakes entered the brain of the Albanian house-elf...

The venomous snake became his new master, and he began to help his new master deliver letters to werewolves, to Crabbe Manor, and recently to the Ministry of Magic. When he was not delivering letters, he monitored Loren Morgan and reported his every move to his master...

Loren knew what happened next.

"Werewolf... Ministry of Magic..." The words that Loren whispered softly made Piglet extremely eager to die. The loyalty of the house-elf was tormenting his heart all the time because he had leaked the information of his master.

Loren saw something from Big's mind, but his doubts only increased.

What did Voldemort and Crabbe want to do?

Was this part of Dumbledore's plan?

Did Dumbledore know about the Crabbe family's collusion with werewolves and the Ministry of Magic?

The more he thought about it, the more trouble he had. The more clues he sorted out, the more confusing they became. Loren patted his head to stop thinking about it and sighed, "Never mind. I'll go to the principal's office tomorrow and tell Dumbledore everything. He'll hold up the sky if it falls."

After figuring it out, Loren felt relaxed all over. He looked at Bigger lying on the ground and laughed softly, "I'm so sorry that our first meeting ended up like this. But it's okay. Take a nap. When you wake up, you won't remember anything."

For a moment, Big seemed to have thought of something, and his pupils trembled violently.

"It's okay, it won't hurt." Loren held out his wand to the house-elf's tennis-ball-sized eyeball and shook it gently:

"【Everything is forgotten】"

Chapter 197 Repairing the Mirror

Gryffindor common room.

Because there are no classes, the common room is always lively on weekends, and the news of the dueling club makes the young wizards unable to sleep. They play and discuss tomorrow's activities.

In the corner, Dean lay on the ground, closed one eye, and aimed at the marbles not far away with only one eye, his expression solemn.

Next to him, the nervous Seamus was also concentrating on looking at the marbles on the ground. He held his breath and muttered to himself, "I can't hit it, I can't hit it..."

This was his only hope. He had already lost 14 stones before. If this one was eaten, he would lose the Goblin Stones game.

Despite Seamus's devout prayers, Dean's stone still knocked away Seamus' last hope, declaring that he lost the Gobstones game.

Simo reacted and immediately tried to cover his face with his hands.

But the Gobstone was faster, and the winning stone squeezed hard, squeezing out a stream of foul-smelling mucus that sprayed onto Seamus' face.

"Dean Thomas, you're dead." Seamus wiped his face expressionlessly, "Come again!"

In addition to the Gobstones, there were also the sounds of exploding cards, the sound of wizard chess pieces scolding their players, and a lot of laughter in the lounge.

Hermione, Harry and Ron sat around a small table by the window, which was covered with various candies and snacks. They ate while talking about recent events at school.

Harry held a licorice wand in his mouth, the sweet taste passed from the tip of his tongue into his stomach. Looking at the dirty look on Seamus's face, he smiled and sighed: "That's great. Since the news of Colin's attack came out, everyone hasn't been so happy for a long time."

Ron was picking out the Chocolate Frog cards he had just unpacked. He picked out a card of Betty Bott, the inventor of the Many Flavour Beans. Hearing what Harry said, he sighed, "If they heard what Dumbledore said, they wouldn't be so happy."

"What did Dumbledore say?" Loren strode over, sat down next to Hermione, snatched the coconut ice cream from Hermione's hand, and drank it in one gulp. Then he choked and rolled his eyes.

"You deserve it." Hermione was speechless and patted his back to help him calm down.

Loren's tense muscles gradually relaxed, and the hostility and dark emotions hidden in his heart gradually dissipated under Hermione's patting, without even noticing it himself.

After looking around and making sure no one else could hear him, Harry bit off the licorice wand in frustration. "Dumbledore said that if the basilisk cannot be found, it means the school is no longer safe. For the safety of the students, he might close the school."

Ron complained indignantly, "And he said that if it is confirmed that the basilisk only attacks young Muggle-born wizards, other headmasters may only recruit pure-blood students after taking over Hogwarts. What kind of talk is that?"

Loren started coughing as he was trying to hold back his laughter. Dumbledore was a very bad old man. He would say anything to encourage Harry.

Hermione thought he was choking again and continued to pat his back. "Don't worry, even if the professors can't find the basilisk after searching the castle, we will definitely get the location of the Chamber of Secrets from Malfoy. Hogwarts will never be closed!"

"Yes, we will definitely protect Hogwarts!"

"By the way, have you seen the notice about the Duel Club? I wonder which professor started this club?"

"I think it's Professor Flitwick, he used to be a duelling champion."

……

The table was filled with colorful snacks and candies, which turned into chatter among the four people. They were seriously concerned about the things that adults should be concerned about, and they said they would protect the castle.

Loren became safe and relaxed in such an atmosphere. He turned his head to look at the night sky outside the window. In the night sky, the stars were dotted like pearls hanging high in the sky, illuminating the dark night.

The common room was bustling until after eleven o'clock. After saying goodbye to Hermione, Loren, Harry and Ron returned to the dormitory and lay down on their beds. As the lights in the dormitory went out, Gryffindor Tower became completely quiet.

No one noticed that Loren's quilt was bulging, and there was even a faint silver light seeping through the gap between the quilt and the bed.

In the alchemy laboratory of the fantasy book.

The stone ball containing the Resurrection Stone was suspended in the air. Flamel flew around the ball again and again. He was so excited that he couldn't concentrate on controlling his body, making his outline look a little blurry, like a cloud covering the ball.

"Guardian, seal... I saw dozens of alchemical arrays engraved on the inner layer of the stone ball, but these are all auxiliary functions. What is more surprising is the powerful magic contained in the stone ball. It is incredible..." Flamel was amazed, "Sure enough, Albus is first a powerful wizard, and then an alchemist."

Loren stood on the ground, holding the unicorn horn in one hand and Bloody Mary's hand mirror in the other, looking helplessly at the shadow flying in the air: "You have plenty of time to study the stone ball. The most important thing now is to help me repair this small mirror."

Flamel stopped flying and looked at the stone ball in confusion: "No need to study it. The most valuable thing on it is the powerful magic. I can't learn it, and I can't analyze it."

He turned his head in frustration and said to Loren unhappily, "Didn't I show you how to do it before? Just use a unicorn horn to cast a mirror. It's not that difficult."

It's not me who told you that you can't learn that kind of magic. If you're angry, just vent it on the Elder Wand. Why are you yelling at me...

Loren was a little speechless: "First of all, I don't have a furnace. Secondly, you said you wanted to add the soul stone to the mirror, but you didn't demonstrate it."

With the stone ball as an example, Flamel was no longer interested in repairing the mirror. He drifted back to the stone ball with a dull look, waved his hand and sent Loren away, saying, "Tomorrow, bring the Book of Fantasy, the Philosopher's Stone, and several other materials, and call me somewhere where no one will disturb you."

"Oh."

……

Perhaps it was because he stayed up too late, used too much energy to use Legilimency, and read too many memories of house-elves, so Loren was so tired that he slept until lunchtime.

The Great Hall, at the Gryffindor table.

Carefully selecting several foods that Loren liked to eat, Hermione placed the plate in front of him and looked at his sleepy appearance: "Didn't you go home the night before? Didn't you sleep well at home?"

After drinking half a cup of hot milk, Loren felt more alive. "Well, I guess so. I read too much information in such a short time, so my brain can't react."

Handing him the marmalade, Hermione began to cut the steak with her knife and fork: "Will you come to the dueling club tonight? The event will be held in the Great Hall."

"It depends. I have to go to the Room of Requirement to refine something this afternoon. I don't know if I can make it in time." Loren poured the orange jam directly onto the plate and dipped the croissant in the jam.

His storage suitcase was under the table, containing the Book of Fantasy, the Philosopher's Stone, the Unicorn Horn, the Soul Stone, and the Broken Mirror, as well as some necessary ores and silver bars.

"Refine something!" Hermione's eyes lit up when she heard it. "Refine what? Can I watch the refining process?"

Without waiting for Loren to speak, she answered herself dejectedly: "No, I have to brew a potion in the afternoon."

The brewing of potions can be roughly divided into two parts. The first part is the work during the day, which requires someone to watch and stir to promote the progress of the brewing. The second part is at night, which is to simmer slowly over a low fire to keep the liquid in the crucible stable without anyone watching.

Hermione wanted to hurry up and brew the Polyjuice Potion.

Loren patted her shoulder and said, "Don't worry, I will share it with you as soon as I get out. What about you? Will you attend the Duel Club activities this afternoon?"

"Of course I'll participate. If it's Professor Flitwick, the dueling champion, I'll definitely learn something new." Hermione handed him the cut steak and started to enjoy her lunch...

Entering the empty classroom provided by the Room of Requirement, Loren took out the Book of Fantasy and placed it on the ground, then took out the Philosopher's Stone, the Unicorn Horn, the Soul Stone and Bloody Mary's Mirror in turn.

"Flamel!" Loren called out, "Now we can solve the mystery of the furnace."

Flamel's figure appeared beside him and said with a smile: "The answer to the mystery is the Book of Fantasy. This is the result of Nick's life, not just the accumulation of knowledge."

Seeing that Loren had looked through the fantasy book over and over again but found nothing, he suggested, "Put the Philosopher's Stone next to the portrait on the cover of the fantasy book."

In the middle of the cover of the fantasy book is a portrait of Nick, and below the portrait are four circular marks, representing the books in the library, the crossed wands in the duel classroom, the crucible for potions, and the scales for alchemy.

Loren put the Book of Fantasy on the ground and placed the red Philosopher's Stone next to the portrait.

Nick in the portrait opened his silvery white eyes and winked at him mischievously. Red, blue, green and yellow light paths, flowing light lines extending from the four sides of the picture. The fantasy book deformed along the light lines, the book disappeared, and a boiler carved from black stone appeared instead.

The magic stone began to flash with a fiery red light, and its outline gradually blurred into a sphere, entering the boiler. Lava-like flowing lines emerged from the black surface of the boiler, connecting into symbols of alchemical arrays. Various six-pointed stars, Libra, sun, and astrological diagrams flowed on the surface of the boiler.

Loren stared at the familiar scene with wide eyes: "A boiler in an alchemy laboratory?"

"Yes, where the Philosopher's Stone is, is where the furnace is. This is a gift from Nico to you." Flamel's eyes showed a look of reminiscence.

"When Nicol was exploring alchemy, he had to refine everything himself. There were a few times when he encountered difficult ores, and the conventional smelting method was useless after burning for several months. Nicol was furious and used fierce fire to burn it, and it all turned to ashes."

"It almost burned down the house, and Perenelle was so angry that he didn't cook for a week." Flamel laughed heartily, "Then I made this furnace to do some basic smelting. I don't need to worry about the temperature or the ratio. I just throw everything in."

Loren recalled the process demonstrated by Flamel, throwing the unicorn horn, ore, and soul stone into the boiler.

He hesitated when taking the next step, and Loren turned his head and asked tentatively: "And a couple of kicks?"

Flamel looked at him speechlessly: "Using the magic stone to light the boiler, how can it really be kicked twice?"

"That's exactly how you demonstrated it," Loren muttered, activating the tremendous energy contained in the Philosopher's Stone as he spoke, causing a scorching heat wave to burst out from the boiler.

The closed boiler isolates the heat inside, slowly melting the ore and unicorn horn. Loren stares at the runes flowing on the boiler, with a fiery red light reflected on his face, and time passes slowly.

After an unknown amount of time, the light and heat gradually died down. As white steam gushed out, a pool of steaming, red-glowing, magma-like liquid lay inside the boiler.

After rapid cooling, the liquid turns into irregularly shaped glass. Cut a piece of mirror-like glass from it, apply a thin layer of silver paint, and the glass becomes a mirror...

At eight o'clock in the evening, Hermione packed up the medicines and equipment in the bathroom and hurried to the hall to meet up with others.

The long dining table disappeared, and a gilded stage appeared along one wall, illuminated by hundreds of candles floating in the air. The ceiling became as dark as velvet, and almost all the students in the school came and crowded around the stage, each holding his own wand and looking excited.

"Where's Loren? Isn't he with you?" Harry followed the other little wizards and skipped to the back of the stage to see which professor was presiding over the Dueling Club.

"He may not be able to come." Hermione looked at the exquisite decorations in the hall and had a bad feeling. "Honestly, do you think the decorations in the hall are too exquisite?"

This kind of exaggerated style... Harry and Ron looked at each other, their eyes widened at the same time, and said in unison: "No way!"

At this moment, Professor Gilderoy Lockhart, wearing gorgeous purple robes, strode into the hall, his golden hair shining.

The group of little wizards groaned together, and they all understood that today's trip might have been in vain.

Lockhart walked around the stage enthusiastically, shouting, "Ladies and gentlemen, come closer, come closer! Can you all see me? Can you all hear me?"

"In light of the horrific events of the past few weeks, Professor Dumbledore has allowed me to start this Duelling Club in order to fully train you so that you can perhaps one day defend yourself, as I have done in my numerous adventures. If you would like to know more details, please read my book carefully."

Hearing this signature line, Harry groaned in pain. He turned to his two friends and whispered, "What do you think, if he really encounters a basilisk, how will he defend himself?"

"It must be the brilliant smile that will charm the basilisk to death!" Ron said confidently.

The little wizards who heard it around laughed softly.

"Oh!" Lockhart noticed here, "Our Harry Potter can't wait."