The days at Hogwarts

Flamel thought for a long time before speaking: "Witnessing the death of your loved ones caused your emotions to fluctuate violently. Your magic power began to riot as soon as it awakened. At that time, you were too young and your soul had not yet reached a stable state. Your emotions and magic power affected your soul at the same time. A part of the deepest power of your soul was stirred up and attached to your eyes. At the same time, in order to stabilize your magic power and soul, your subconscious mind naturally sealed this memory, so you felt severe pain when it was just unsealed."

Loren squinted his eyes and felt his body, then asked, "Will this have any effect on me?"

Flamel shook his head: "Your soul has stabilized. This is equivalent to another magical awakening. There is no other impact."

Loren said "oh" and then fell into a long silence.

Ten minutes later, Flamel broke the silence and said, "How are you going to deal with those two wizards who are dueling in the street?"

Loren closed his eyes and did not move. Just when Flamel thought he had fallen asleep, Loren opened his eyes and said slowly and firmly: "The victim is a Muggle, so Peter Pettigrew should be tried according to Muggle law. Terrorist attacks cause a large number of casualties, and the death penalty is usually executed immediately. I will help him serve his sentence."

Britain has essentially abolished the death penalty. Flamel opened his mouth and finally asked another question: "Who else?"

"There's one more," Loren paused.

After all, Black was not the real murderer, and he had been imprisoned in Azkaban for ten years, which had redeemed some of his sins. Moreover, he was the only relative Harry recognized, and Loren did not want to be the same as Peter Pettigrew.

"I want an answer from Sirius Black..."

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Author's voice-over: Loren's memory was dug out, but because the author was too careless and his writing skills were too weak, the writing was not clear enough.

Let me first explain the revenge for my parents. I designed a big plot for Pettigrew’s death, which should have happened in the third grade.

Sirius will appear in school in the second semester of the second year. Loren will deal with him and will not just let it go. Asking questions means "torture"...

Chapter 202 The sun also rises

After waking up, Loren could no longer fall back asleep. He leaned against the head of the four-poster bed and watched the sun gradually rise outside the window.

The stone ball sealing the Resurrection Stone turned over and over in his palm, and he had the idea of ​​using the Resurrection Stone to summon the souls of his parents, but it was just a thought.

The person has passed away. Although he doesn't know what the world of the dead is like, he doesn't want to disturb the dead souls, and he doesn't know what kind of mentality he should have when facing them.

The crimson glow gradually darkens, bringing a sense of warmth to people on cold winter days.

Loren could never understand why Muggles and wizards were the same species, with no reproductive isolation, but just because they couldn't use magic, their lives became cheap.

Peter Pettigrew blew up an entire street in order to escape, not caring at all how many Muggles it would kill.

Sirius Black indirectly killed 12 people, and the only person he cared about was Peter Pettigrew. Even during the ten years in Azkaban, he did not feel the slightest regret for his actions. If it happened again, he would still hunt down Peter Pettigrew at all costs, even if 12 Muggles died for it.

The most ridiculous thing about the whole thing is that the two culprits in the incident survived, but 12 innocent Muggles died on the spot.

House-elves were treated as lowly as slaves, yet Biggle had no hesitation in burning down Windsor Castle.

Is a Muggle's life really so cheap...

He wanted to ask this question on behalf of the Muggles.

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The sky was not yet fully light.

In the luxurious Malfoy Manor in Wiltshire, the house elves have gotten up and started preparing breakfast for their master.

Although there were only two people, the breakfast was very rich. There were muffins coated with honey, roasted mushrooms and tomatoes, salads made from a dozen kinds of fruits, and chickpeas stewed into a thick soup... every piece of food exuded an enticing aroma.

However, the food was not enjoyed by the owner of the manor, but by a group of rude and dirty people who smelled like garbage dumps, who devoured the food with their hands and mouths. They seemed to have never had a good meal in their lives. They just stuffed everything into their mouths, chewed it twice and swallowed it down.

The soup and leftovers of the food were scattered on the precious carpet, making it look extremely dirty.

Lucius, the owner of the manor, stood aside, suppressing the anger in his eyes. These lowly werewolves, even if their bodies were torn apart and sold, the money would not be enough to pay for this carpet.

He asked old Crabbe, who was sitting on the sofa, in a harsh voice: "What do you want to do?"

Half an hour ago, Dobby knocked on his bedroom door in panic, waking him and Narcissa from their sleep, and informing them that a group of uninvited guests had arrived at the manor.

Old Crabbe's grizzly bear-like body caused a large dent in the leather sofa. He grinned, and his fierce face showed joy: "Don't be so formal, Lucius. We are just following the orders of the Dark Lord and are here to discuss some matters with you."

Old Crabbe was very proud. For a long time, whether it was during his student days, his Death Eater days, or his later "sanctimonious" days, Malfoy had always been superior to him.

Now the situation was reversed and he was the one who was suppressing Malfoy. Looking at Lucius's angry face, old Crabbe felt as comfortable as if he had eaten honey.

Lucius's hands tucked into his sleeves trembled slightly, and great panic and fear instantly enveloped him.

Has the Dark Lord returned?

No, if the Dark Lord had really returned, it would not be Crabbe who stood before him now. Since the Dark Lord had not appeared, it meant that he could not appear, and he had not yet fully recovered.

Complicated thoughts emerged from his mind, and one thought after another flashed in his eyes, planning what was best for Malfoy.

The scene fell silent for a moment, with only the rude noises of the werewolves fighting for food at the table.

Sitting at the other end of the sofa was the werewolf leader, Fenrir Greyback. He did not try to grab the food, as the ordinary food tasted bland to him. He stuck out his tongue to lick his lips and the two fangs on his upper jaw, as only human flesh could arouse his appetite.

Greyberg was wearing a worn leather jacket, with two of the four buttons missing, leaving only broken threads. His eyes were not like human eyes at all, with tiny pupils shrunk into a ball, and a small amount of white in his eyes with a black area around them. His body was covered with disgusting hair, and even when he hadn't transformed, you could tell he was a werewolf.

His nails were thick and had been worn into long, sharp wolf claw-like shapes. He pierced the leather sofa with his nails and scratched the sofa along the dark gold embroidery lines, enjoying the pleasure that the friction brought to his nails.

Looking at old Crabbe with interest, Greyberg smiled cruelly and said, "Have you ever considered becoming a werewolf? With your body, you will be much stronger than you are now after transformation."

Before Crabbe could speak, his beast-like eyes rolled: "Oh, no. You are too old. How about your son? I can make him the leader of the werewolves, hahahaha..."

He laughed wildly, and when old Crabbe jumped up in anger, he quickly changed his words: "It was just a joke."

Old Crabbe was breathing heavily. These damn beasts, the Dark Lord would sooner or later peel off their fur, pull out their disgusting teeth, and tame the wolves into dogs.

Lucius interrupted the farce and asked, "What do you want to discuss with me?"

"We need to get a few people out of Azkaban, and we need your cooperation," Grayberg said.

"What?" Lucius laughed angrily. "I got someone out of Azkaban. Who do you think I am? The Minister of Magic? Even the Minister of Magic can't do such a thing."

Human emotions are very complex. When you feel miserable, you will feel better when you see someone who is more miserable than you. When you feel furious, you will feel better when you see someone who is even angrier.

Old Crabbe had this mentality. He was happy that Lucius was unhappy. After his anger subsided, he said to Lucius: "The Minister of Magic can't do this kind of thing, but without the Minister of Magic, this thing would be possible."

"What do you mean?"

"We need you to hold a banquet on a full moon night and gather the main officials of the Ministry of Magic together. Leave the rest to us."

Lucius was shocked and terrified: "You are going to attack Ministry of Magic officials?!"

Greyberg sneered, "Of course not. We just want to take advantage of the big shots enjoying delicious food and indulging in fine wine to do something that will catch them off guard."

Lucius lowered his head and thought, and no one could see the expression on his face.

"There's plenty of time. You can think carefully about whether to inform Dumbledore or do as we say?" said old Crabbe sinisterly.

"gone!"

Greyberg stood up and called out to the werewolves who were fighting for food at the table. Then the group turned into black mist and quickly rushed out of Malfoy Manor. Before dawn, they disappeared in the gray mist.

squeak~

When the door opened, Narcissa hurried downstairs and saw a mess.

"What... are they here for? Is the Dark Lord coming back?" Narcissa asked in a trembling voice, trying not to cry.

In the huge hall of the manor, Narcissa looked at the dirty carpet, the messy dining table, and the scratched sofa, and a deep feeling of powerlessness rose from the bottom of her heart.

The peaceful and stable days seemed to be coming to an end, and turmoil would come again, returning to a life full of death and fear. Narcissa's face was pale and her hands and feet were cold.

Lucius raised his head, revealing a tired face. He waved his hand and said, "Don't worry about it. Don't mention anything about the Dark Lord to anyone."

"Write a letter and tell Draco not to come back for Christmas this year." He walked upstairs to the study, intending to plan some things for the banquet.

Yes, no matter what happens to them, nothing can happen to Draco, nothing can happen to Draco.

Narcissa seemed to have found some kind of support, and blood and strength began to pump out of her heart again.

"Damn it! Dobby, Dobby, get out here and clean this place up!"

The manor became noisy again...

Hogwarts Castle, Great Hall.

As soon as Harry and his companions walked in, the noise in the hall stopped, and the wizards from the four schools all stared at him in silence, trying to find some traces of the Chamber of Secrets from him. The other schools were better, and the wizards from Slytherin didn't even blink, they couldn't understand why the heir of Slytherin would be a Gryffindor.

The little Muggle-born wizards and witches watched timidly, and when Harry's eyes swept over, they quickly looked away, not daring to look him in the eye.

Facing such a gaze, Harry stopped at the door, in a dilemma.

Suddenly, a force pushed him into the auditorium from behind. It was George and Fred:

"Look everyone, this is the heir of Slytherin!"

"Be careful, he is a very evil wizard."

Harry staggered after being pushed, and his funny appearance made Wood, Angelina and others laugh. The players of the Gryffindor Quidditch team expressed their trust in Harry with exaggerated laughter.

Amidst such laughter, Harry suddenly plucked up the courage, strode to the long table, sat down, and enjoyed his breakfast with peace of mind.

Ron was trying not to laugh, and he bumped into him with a shake of his shoulder. "Half the school thinks you go to the Chamber of Secrets every night."

"To my surprise, half of my classmates still believe me..."

The two of them chatted away without noticing Loren standing beside them. He seemed to have been there for a while. This was not surprising, as Loren was always more diligent than others and it was normal for him to get up early on weekends.

But Hermione sensed something was wrong. Loren looked depressed and she could clearly sense his low mood.

Loren's mind was a mess at this time, and he was a little confused. He hardly slept last night, and only rested for a while in the fantasy book. A year of distant memories appeared in his mind, and his body was exhausted after another round of magic riot.

He didn't have a good meal last night and only had some snacks at Dumbledore's place. When the sky just got light, his stomach suddenly felt empty. He was so hungry that he thought he could stuff a cow into his stomach.

But when he actually sat down at the long table and ate only half a croissant, he felt groggy and was about to fall asleep at any moment.

Just then, a familiar voice sounded in his ears: "Loren, what's wrong with you? Didn't you sleep well last night?"

Loren opened his eyes in confusion and barely glanced at Hermione. His mind was a mess and he could only vaguely answer, "Hmm?"

The crystal blue eyes were gone, replaced by a pair of lifeless black pupils. The whites of the eyes were full of scarlet bloodshot, and the eyelids were swollen, revealing traces of unwiped tears. It was like an abandoned, homeless young animal.

Hermione's heart ached, and she guessed that something must have happened after she returned to the dormitory last night. She didn't ask here, but put some food in a cloth bag with brown paper, pulled Loren and ran to the bathroom.

"Let's go brew the potion." Hermione greeted Harry.

His body was being dragged by a powerful girl, bouncing up and down. Loren suddenly woke up, looked around, and his vision slowly focused before he realized the current situation. He was a little confused.

The two of them ran all the way into Myrtle's bathroom before Hermione stopped, grabbed his shoulder and asked anxiously, "What's wrong with your eyes? What happened after we separated last night? Did you receive a letter from home? Did something happen to Grandpa Bates? Didn't you just go home to check?"

After asking a bunch of questions, Hermione suddenly opened her eyes wide, as if she remembered something: "I was wondering why you suddenly left school and went home. Is Grandpa Bates seriously ill?"

The girl's face turned pale and she even cried, "What happened to Grandpa Bates?"

Loren felt warm in his heart and was amused by the girl's appearance. He turned over and comforted her: "Don't think about it, it's not this."

He sat down beside the potion cauldron, lit the fire, observed the progress of the polyjuice potion, and added the potion to it. While boiling the potion, he told the story of how he regained his memory.

But he did not mention Sirius Black and Peter Pettigrew, only saying that his parents were killed in the duel between the two wizards.

"Are my eyes different?" Loren touched his eyelids belatedly. Flamel said that the peculiarity of his eyes came from some overflowing soul power. After the memory was unsealed, it seemed to have returned to its original color.

I wonder if magic vision still exists?

He blinked at the brewing polyjuice potion, and in an instant, a strange magical light bloomed before his eyes. It seemed that only the appearance had changed, and the ability was still there.

Hermione thought for a moment and then carefully comforted him, "Don't wallow in sadness. You still have Grandpa Bates and friends like us."

Loren stirred the potion and watched the vortex inside. The vortex was spinning, as if to draw people's minds in. "I know, don't worry."

Hermione frowned. "I say, Loren, don't keep it to yourself. If you feel bad, just cry it out."

"I was sent to an orphanage when I was one year old. I don't have a deep relationship with my parents. I just got my memory back suddenly, which made me feel a little uncomfortable. I feel much better now." Loren slowed down his stirring speed and his tone. "You continue to make the soup. This is your job."

Hearing these words, Hermione felt a little sad. She glared and said, "They are my parents, how can they have no feelings!"

Loren's pretentious attitude and attempt to change the subject made Hermione feel upset.

Her heart was filled with pity, guilt and heartache. She racked her brains to think of something to comfort him, such as the meaning of life, the destination of the soul, and how death is a great adventure.

Staring at the Polyjuice Potion, she even thought of the connection between lacewings and death, and even derived some seemingly plausible philosophical topics such as the meaning of life, love and continuation.

A few minutes later, Hermione felt more tired than if she had carried several large books on her back. Just as she was about to start talking, she heard a heavy and long breathing sound coming from the side.

Loren sat cross-legged on the ground, dozing off with his head pecking.

Hermione was dumbfounded.

Chapter 203 The Third Attack

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