The days at Hogwarts

Loren looked at the depressed Harry with disdain: "Ginny would probably regret it if she saw the person she tried so hard to protect like this."

Ron frowned. This sounded a little wrong, but he couldn't tell what was wrong.

"And Wood and the others stood up to speak for you despite all the doubts. Bah! I really feel sorry for them."

Ginny, Wood... Harry's nose felt sore, and he tried hard not to let the sourness rush to his eyes. He stood up and walked back: "I'm going to explain to those people that I'm trying to save people. I'm a student of Gryffindor, not the heir of Slytherin."

He looked like he was in a desperate situation, so how could they dare to let him go? They were afraid that if they couldn't explain it clearly in a few words, he would end up using a magic wand to reason with them.

Hermione held him back: "Calm down first. Just like Loren said, you don't need to explain to those who believe in you. For those who don't believe in you, no matter how you explain, it will be useless."

"Yeah, you can't force the truth into their heads." Ron nodded in agreement.

So the group sat down and let Harry calm down while they began to sort out the current situation.

The wind was a bit strong, so they leaned against the parapet. Hermione summoned a few bright blue flames to warm the place up a bit:

"You go talk to Justin and explain it to him tomorrow. Whether he believes it or not, we have explained it to him anyway."

"Go find Headmaster Dumbledore again. He will definitely believe you. As long as the professors stand on your side, we don't have to worry about those rumors."

"We will keep a low profile for the rest of the time. The Polyjuice Potion will be ready before Christmas, and once we get information about Malfoy and find the true heir, everything will be resolved."

To be honest, Harry thought Hermione's brain was always more useful than theirs. As he listened to her sorting out the issues one by one and making well-reasoned arrangements, his heart slowly settled down.

The cool wind blowing across my neck felt like riding a broomstick.

The stars were bright above his head, while the castle below was pitch black. The subtle difference gave Harry a strange sense of fate. At a certain moment, he suddenly felt that this tall tower had an unusual connection with him.

They chatted about all sorts of things, including the incompetent Professor Lockhart, and Snape, who was a great duelist as expected and unexpectedly, and "Babbitty the Rabbit and Her Croaking Stump", and how Loren had mastered the Oblivion Charm.

Hermione suddenly remembered that Loren had been missing all afternoon because he was working on alchemy. She shook her shoulder and bumped into Loren: "What did you make this afternoon? Show us what you made."

"alchemy!"

Harry and Ron remembered the magical storage chest and Hermione's storage bag, and they looked at Loren expectantly.

Ron's eyes sparkled: "Is it for our storage equipment?"

"Uh..." Loren was silent for a moment, then said calmly, "I intended to give you the storage equipment as a Christmas gift. This time I refined something else."

According to his current alchemy level, it was easy to refine storage equipment. Just consider it as a birthday gift to compensate them. They both gave him gifts on his birthday, but he hardly remembered their birthdays.

"Long live Morgan!"

Harry and Ron didn't notice anything unusual, and the cheers could be heard far away in the astronomy tower late at night.

Only Hermione looked at Lauren strangely; she smelled a lie.

Loren took out the repaired Bloody Mary's hand mirror from his pocket: "It's not something I made, it's a magic item I repaired. I'm not sure how the mirror was originally used."

"When I repaired the mirror, I added some magic arrays. The most basic way to use it is to use the reflection of the mirror to dazzle others, which will have the effect of causing short-term amnesia."

This was a magic circle set up to control the influence of the Soul Stone and prevent it from absorbing other people's beautiful emotions and memories without restraint. It just happened to fit in with the forgetfulness spell he had just learned.

The three of them came forward to look at the hand mirror. The silver mirror surface was shining like the bright moon. Seven teardrop-shaped petals twisted slightly to wrap around the mirror surface, which was like the core of the flower. The black handle as thick as a little finger was the flower branch, and a red gem was embellished at the end. On the back of the flower, there was a small bulge in the shape of a receptacle.

"Can it help Harry forget his troubles?" Ron followed Loren's instructions and turned the mirror towards Harry's eyes, and the silvery moonlight flashed by.

Harry was in a trance for a few seconds before he came back to his senses: "What did you just say?"

"I said this mirror can help you forget your troubles!" Ron shook Harry again.

"what did you just say?"

"I said I would help you forget your worries..."

Ron suddenly discovered the fun of this mirror. If he wasn't afraid of Harry beating him, he would have continued playing with it.

"Please let Harry go. His emotions have been up and down tonight. His soul should be unstable and easily affected by the mirror." Loren was speechless. This is really a good brother who is addicted to playing.

Harry came back to his senses again: "What did you just say?"

"Go back to the common room. If you don't cheer up, you'll be fooled." Hermione's teeth ached. "He just used this mirror to shake you six times."

"Ron Weasley!" Harry's fists clenched and made a crackling sound.

Ron put the mirror down and ran.

Chapter 201 Searching for Lost Memories

Looking at the figures of Harry and Ron chasing and running away, Loren smiled softly, looking relieved.

Hermione picked up the mirror shaped like a small flower, and stroked the mirror surface with her fingers. Unable to resist the impulse in her heart, she raised the mirror and shook it at Loren, then her eyes sparkled in anticipation of him doing something stupid.

Loren lowered his eyes and glanced at her, then snatched the mirror and slapped her on the head: "What are you thinking? You're using something I made against me?"

"Ouch~" Hermione cried out in pain, "You hit me!"

She waved her hands and was about to teach Loren a lesson. Loren didn't hesitate at all, he stood up and ran.

Nearing midnight, the moonlight was hidden in the thin clouds, the night sky was a hazy silver-white, and the shining stars were like pearls, bright and dazzling.

In the silent and deserted castle, the sound of the boys running could be heard from far away.

In the Gryffindor boys' dormitory, Seamus sat on Harry's bed and spoke in a low voice into his ear: "Loren was the first one to stand up and speak for you. He scolded McLaggen in front of everyone. Many people said he was stupid. A little Muggle wizard who got so close to you who could speak Parseltongue would be petrified sooner or later."

Harry's heart suddenly became blocked again, but he didn't want to show it. He suppressed the sourness in his nose and joked with Seamus: "Everyone in the dormitory believes me, why are you talking so quietly?"

Neville was counting the recent passwords; Ron turned the bed sheet into a chessboard, immersed in the game and gesticulating back and forth; Loren burrowed into the quilt, with half a book sticking out from the corner, and was secretly learning from them, and fell asleep while studying.

Seamus looked around and confirmed that everyone was doing their own things in bed, then he reluctantly revealed his thoughts: "Although I know you are not the heir to the Chamber of Secrets, I believe you will definitely find the Chamber of Secrets and the true heir. Can you take me with you when you go on an adventure this year?"

He solemnly promised: "I just want to experience what it's like to be a warrior, and I promise not to cause any trouble."

Harry looked at him with a smile: "What are you talking about? These things are not something we can control."

"Please! I can help you gather intelligence. I have acquaintances in Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw, and it's not impossible to get news about Slytherin. I promise not to hold you back." Seamus insisted.

Harry couldn't stand his constant nagging and reluctantly agreed, asking him to help keep an eye on Malfoy's recent whereabouts.

Loren returned to the dormitory, washed up, climbed onto the bed, and sank into the alchemy laboratory.

In the middle of the inverted hemispherical room made of red bricks, there is a large melting pot carved from black stone with various hexagrams, scales, and astrological diagrams flowing on its surface. Inside, a sphere continuously radiates a blazing light like magma.

From the appearance, the virtual furnace is much larger than the one transformed by the Book of Fantasy, and the runes flowing on the surface are more complex. Loren suspects that the small furnace transformed by the Book of Fantasy can be upgraded.

"You don't need to consider the ratio or the temperature. You only need to throw the ore in and you can burn the right material." Loren looked at the furnace with curiosity. "I don't think it was made by Nico. It doesn't conform to the principles of alchemy at all. This style that ignores the rules and goes against common sense is very similar to something made by ancient wizards."

Not scientific, but very magical.

Flamel hummed, "Don't look at it. This is not something you can disassemble now. Aren't you going to use the hand mirror to enter the deep consciousness and find your lost memories? Listen carefully to the following content!"

"Unlike memory devices like the Pensieve, the fundamental function of this mirror is to construct an illusion. In other words, what you see is an illusion generated by your consciousness. You'd better just watch and listen, and don't do anything unnecessary..."

This mirror was full of weirdness, Bloody Mary was full of weirdness, and even the way the mirror fell into Loren's hands was full of weirdness. At that time in the Forest of Dean, he was unknowingly led into an illusion, confusedly watched a story about Bloody Mary, and then picked up this mirror for nothing.

He still hadn't figured out whether the illusion was artificially controlled or a setting left by a mysterious wizard who was proficient in prophecy. But he was very open-minded. After all, it was a good thing to not use something that he had picked up for free.

"Remember what I said, the illusion can be divided into three layers. The first layer is a reflection of reality, and it has certain real characteristics. You have to open the second layer leading to memory by guiding the reality. If all goes well, you will be able to see your missing memories in the second layer." At this point, Flamel frowned and paused.

Loren then asked, "What about the third floor?"

Flamel shook his head. "It's best not to enter the third level. Whether it's the subconscious or the subconscious, it's too complicated and easy to get lost. And the third level of illusion may react to your consciousness and affect you."

Guide the memory in the first layer. After entering the second layer, you can only watch and do not enter the third layer.

Loren's mind was filled with Flamel's nagging instructions, and his consciousness returned to his body on the four-poster bed.

In the dormitory, Harry and Seamus were still chattering about something in a low voice. They could vaguely hear words like "Malfoy", "warrior", and "count me in".

Sliding back into bed, Loren took the small mirror and held it up to his eyes.

The black curly hair was a little messy in the quilt, and there was a clear blue in the eyes. The child's face was still a little childish, but he was already handsome.

Loren was very satisfied and became more fascinated. The mirror was getting closer and closer, and the image in the mirror was getting bigger and bigger, until it blocked out the sky and occupied Loren's entire field of vision.

Loren blinked slightly and regained consciousness, then found that the hand holding the mirror had become his left hand. Everything in front of him flipped left and right, and the picture of Nico on the cover of the fantasy book became dull and rigid.

He roughly understood that he had entered the first level of the illusion.

When I lifted the quilt, I saw Seamus and Harry were still chattering, but I couldn't hear what they were talking about, not even a few words.

Loren looked at this scene and had a strange feeling in his heart. He wanted to try to trick Harry in the illusion, but finally gave up the idea because business was more important.

"Do you remember what happened before you were one year old?" Loren began his guidance.

When the voice sounded, he felt the whole space freeze for a moment. At this moment, all the sounds fell silent, including the sound of the wind outside the window, the discussion of his roommates, and the flickering sound of the candle flame. Then it sounded again in an instant, and the illusion started again.

Perhaps it was because Neville was most closely associated with memory in his mind, so in the illusion, Neville was the first to respond to the topic of memory: "I don't know if I remember it or not. I remember some things very clearly, but I don't know if they were before I was one year old."

Harry's voice was a little slow: "I always see my parents in my dreams, and even dream that they talk to me. This may be a memory before I was one year old."

"What about you? Do you still remember anything before the age of one?" Seamus asked.

Loren continued the topic: "I remember that my hometown is in Hampshire..."

Sir Hillier's Orphanage is in Hampshire. Government officials would certainly not send local orphans to other places for resettlement. According to the principle of proximity, his hometown is indeed in Hampshire.

After saying this, Loren suddenly felt many familiar yet unfamiliar scenes flooding into his mind:

It seems to be a busy street, full of small stalls and vendors doing small businesses. At one end of the street, the best-selling item in the bakery is cream puffs, and the clerk will put a few more nougat in the bags when packing them. A little further on is a movie theater.

The sounds of prosperity and bustle continued for a long time, as if they were right next to his ears, growing louder and louder.

Harry and Seamus's voices rang out again, mixed in with the bustling hawking, becoming sharp and piercing. The various objects in the dormitory were gradually distorted and elongated, like the reflections in a convex mirror...

A violent feeling of falling came over me.

When Loren opened his eyes again, he felt that he was wrapped tightly in baby clothes and was sitting in a somewhat simple screening room. The light from the projector in front of him was projected onto the rough screen. Some noise flashed on the screen from time to time, and the simple imaging equipment emitted sounds with a sense of the times.

A long list of employees on the screen proved that the movie had ended. A gentle-looking woman in a sky blue dress, who looked no more than 20 years old, bent down and kissed him on the forehead: "You didn't cry or make a fuss throughout the whole movie. My baby is so good!"

The fresh floral scent coming from her curly and fluffy black hair made Loren feel sleepy. Following his body's instinct, he fell into her arms.

The gentle woman smiled and said, "So you are sleepy, no wonder you are so quiet."

Sitting next to the woman was a handsome man in his twenties. He stood up and picked up the child, changing the position to a more comfortable position so that the child could sleep more soundly. With his other hand, he made an invitation, with a gentle smile in his voice:

"Well, Mrs. Morgan, I cordially invite you to my home. What do you think?"

"my pleasure!"

The woman put her hand on the man's hand, and the family of three walked slowly, shoulder to shoulder, down the stairs and onto the street, the bustling street in Loren's memory.

They stopped by a bakery and bought some cream puffs.

The man tore open the nougat given by the clerk and put it to the woman's mouth. The woman bit off half of it and a satisfied smile appeared on her face because of the sweetness.

He stuffed the other half into the mouth of the half-asleep Loren and woke his son up to let him eat the candy, leaving the child and the woman speechless.

The happy scene continued until - "Peter! You will pay for your actions!"

After the ear-piercing roar, there was a devastating explosion. A strong shock wave erupted from the corner of the street, blowing up the surrounding houses, splashing mud and rocks, and lifting up the bricks and stones on the floor, revealing the sewer opening.

The man protected the woman and the child in a very short time. The woman hid the child in her arms. Her loose black hair and sky blue dress blocked Loren's view.

The sharp stone pierced the woman's chest. She only groaned and tightly protected the child in her arms, as if she was worried that he would cry. The woman endured the pain and said softly: "Don't cry, don't cry, mom is here..."

The sticky, warm blood soaked the sky blue dress. The woman had lost too much blood and her consciousness was completely blurred. She didn't know that the child in her arms had already fainted. She kept repeating:

"Don't cry, don't cry, mom is here..."

The blood flow slowed down gradually. The woman seemed to have realized something. She whispered one last time, "Don't cry or make a fuss, my baby. Be good."

The chattering of Harry and Seamus whizzed past like the whine of a train arriving at a station, and the harsh sound penetrated the entire illusion.

Loren, whose emotions were fluctuating violently, could no longer hold on. Everything in front of him shattered like a mirror, and white cracks spread everywhere in the world.

There was a sound of shattering lenses, and Loren came out of the illusion.

He suddenly felt a sharp pain in his head. The pain spread from his head to his left chest and to his lungs. Every breath was accompanied by unbearable pain.

Loren curled up carefully, snuggled into the quilt, and took deep breaths, trying to ease the sudden pain, but the sharp needle pierced all the way from his trachea to his heart.

The crystal blue shadows in the eyes shattered, revealing the true black. Warm tears flowed from the corners of the eyes, flowed through the earlobes, and then fell on the pillow, slowly turning cold on the cotton cloth.

He didn't want his roommate to notice, so he didn't shout out loud. He also didn't want to enter the fantasy book, he didn't want to go anywhere, didn't want to see anyone, and didn't want to tell anyone.

It was not until the sky was just getting light that Loren, with his fingers trembling slightly, groped for the fantasy book and entered the library.

Loren, with his black hair and black eyes, looks different than before, less refined and more elegant.

He told Flamel in detail about the changes that occurred when his magic power awakened. Apart from his slightly red and swollen eyes, there was almost no sign of the turmoil in his heart.

Flamel flew to the top of Loren's head, emitting a milky white light all over his body, making the library brighter. The milky light shone on Loren's consciousness, making him feel a little warm.