The days at Hogwarts

He looked at Voldemort in his ghostly state, launched the Wizarding War, brutally slaughtered Muggle wizards in the name of pure-bloods, and showed no mercy to pure-blood families and Death Eaters, causing panic in the entire wizarding society...

If he guessed correctly, Voldemort also chose some distinctive characteristics, probably fear.

"The societies of Muggles and wizards will eventually merge. Wizards can quickly absorb the achievements of Muggle civilization, but Muggles will never be able to master magic. They are destined to be unequal... Cooperate with me and transform the world according to your will..."

Voldemort drew out his voice. According to the information he got from the basilisk's memory, the sage born in response to the times was destined to solve the problems of the times and create a new world.

In recent centuries, the thread of the times has become clearer than ever, and any wizard with a long-term vision can see through the fog of the times.

Loren remained silent. If Voldemort had said these words to him a few months ago, he would have turned away without even turning his head. What did the problems of the times, the choices of society, the conflicts and contradictions between wizards and Muggles have to do with him...

Ever since he regained his memory and learned the cause of his parents' death, some of his subtle thoughts have undergone subtle changes.

However, these things only made him willing to listen to Voldemort's words. Of course, he would not be foolish enough to listen to Voldemort's advice. If he really wanted to cooperate with Voldemort, he would probably be dead.

The most important thing is, if a tool comes to your doorstep, you should make good use of it.

Loren grinned and said, "Okay, but I want you to hand over Peter Pettigrew to me."

I was delayed because of the stye inflammation. I will update more tomorrow to make up for it. Sorry, sorry.

Chapter 215 Night Talk

The mist rising from the ghost stagnated, and Voldemort asked doubtfully: "How did you know that I was going to rescue Wormtail?"

This time it was Loren's turn to be surprised. Although he knew that under Voldemort's leadership, werewolves and some people in the Ministry of Magic were involved, he did not know that Voldemort was already planning a prison break and abducting people.

Loren paused and looked at Voldemort deeply. "I just know that the Ministry of Magic has not sentenced Peter Pettigrew to death. Since he is not dead, he must have a chance to get out."

According to the original plot, Voldemort will be resurrected and release all the Death Eaters imprisoned in Azkaban, and Peter Pettigrew is just one of them.

"After what happened back then was exposed, there is no place for him in the wizarding world. He will definitely turn to you again, so I ask you for Peter Pettigrew in advance."

After saying that, Loren looked at Voldemort's ghost with confidence. It was originally a request to do it at any cost. Even for revenge, he could not really cooperate with Voldemort.

If he doesn't cling to the mighty Dumbledore, changing camp at this time is no different from joining the National Army in 49.

Rising from the ghost was a form of magic that Loren had never seen before. Unlike the solid and integrated magic in the bodies of normal wizards, the magic in Voldemort's ghost was like scattered particles.

These tiny particles form mist that is dissipating at any time, but there is some invisible mysterious force that holds the dissipating particles together.

Magic, soul, emotions, memories... the substances representing Voldemort were squeezed together, leaving him in a state between life and death, forcibly staying in the world.

This power... is it the magic of the Horcrux?

Loren calculated the ownership of each Horcrux. The diary had been destroyed, the Ravenclaw diadem and the Gaunt family ring had been discovered, and Nagini had been saved in advance. Hufflepuff's gold cup was in the vault of Gringotts, and Slytherin's locket was in the old Black house.

Loren had an interesting guess in his eyes. If all these Horcruxes were destroyed before Voldemort was resurrected, would he still be able to maintain his ghost status...

Or will it just dissipate?

Unfortunately, there is no way to verify this conjecture. Voldemort still has a soul fragment left in Harry's scar, and it is in a state of mutual generation with Harry, and can only be destroyed by Voldemort himself.

The floating gray mist was like a confusing shadow in the darkness. Voldemort's consciousness was hidden in the mist. He looked at Loren sinisterly, unaware of the wonderful thoughts in the mind of the little wizard in front of him. He was still thinking about Peter Pettigrew.

This Loren Morgan had no idea that he planned to rescue Peter Pettigrew. When Voldemort realized it, he had inadvertently been tricked into revealing the information.

It's really interesting. Did we infer from the Ministry of Magic and the werewolves' movements that he might rescue Pettigrew?

Or is it just a coincidence as this person said?

He was more inclined to the former. In the shadows, Voldemort's smile became even wider... He was really smart. An orphan with extraordinary talent, and more importantly, he had an almost innate ability to control people's hearts.

Will Dumbledore see something familiar in Loren?

"Does this lowly rat have any special meaning to you? I can't think of any value in him that would warrant you asking me for him." Voldemort neither agreed nor refused. He patiently prolonged the conversation, hoping to learn more about Loren through the conversation between the two.

"Personal reasons have nothing to do with you." Loren looked straight at him and said slowly, "I also want to know why the great Dark Lord wanted to save this rat. There are many Death Eaters who are better than him among the prisoners in Azkaban, aren't there?"

At a certain moment, Loren suddenly expected Voldemort in his ghostly state to use Legilimency on him, wondering if the power of the Horcrux could withstand the curse in the Book of Abraham.

But unfortunately, Voldemort was very polite tonight and was very courteous to him.

Loren suppressed the strange thoughts in his mind and continued to observe Voldemort's state. A crystal blue light appeared in his eyes, like the faint starlight in the night sky, analyzing the movement trajectory of the strange particle-like magic.

Even if he couldn't understand the magical principles involved, he could still record those tracks.

"You don't trust me?" Although it was a question, Voldemort used a calm statement tone, "But I am willing to believe you, Morgan - no, I would rather call you Loren. You are more important than you think."

He began to explain the reason for rescuing Peter Pettigrew specifically: "Because mice are easy to carry, and it is normal for him to transform into a mouse when he cannot withstand the torture of the Dementors. Even if he remains in the form of a mouse, the Aurors guarding the prison will not doubt that he can be replaced with a mouse with a missing toe."

The story was told in a leisurely and detailed manner, and Voldemort acted as if he truly trusted Loren with all his heart.

In Voldemort's view, this was just a test. Now that he had revealed his plan to get Peter Pettigrew out of prison, there was no point in hiding it, so he might as well reveal it all.

If Loren informed Dumbledore, it would prove that he was a hopeless idiot who had been brainwashed by Dumbledore and that he should be controlled in another way.

But if he didn't tell on Dumbledore, it means he wasn't that close to Dumbledore...

Voldemort looked at the young wizard with a smile on his face, and exhaled in a snake-like, hoarse voice: "Most importantly, he is easy to control."

Loren nodded slightly, understanding that compared to other Death Eaters, Peter Pettigrew was more cowardly and had no other choice, making him easier to control.

Another doubt arose in his mind: "Since you have already contacted the Crabbe family, you should have no shortage of servants, right?"

"Huh," Voldemort chuckled. "If they were truly loyal, why didn't anyone come to the aid of their master, the one they swore eternal loyalty to, over the past ten years?"

There was no ripple in Voldemort's calm tone, but even he himself did not realize that his long paragraphs now sounded a bit long-winded compared to his previous crisp and clear words.

"They knew that I had taken measures to prevent death long ago, and they had witnessed me prove my omnipotence countless times. Even so, as soon as they saw that I was at a disadvantage, they believed that I was no longer able to do it and that I was finished. Why is that -"

Voldemort said softly, "Because they believe there is a more powerful force that can defeat Voldemort. This time I found the Crabbe family and made them think that I was a magic of Voldemort in this state, just like the Patronus Charm. So they guessed that there was a more powerful Voldemort lurking in the dark, waiting for Dumbledore to die, so as to stir up the dark turmoil again."

“If they see through my existence, guess, will they still be so obedient?” Voldemort said with a sigh, “They are not loyal to anyone, but only to powerful forces.”

Inexplicably, Voldemort's narration reminded Loren of the Elder Wand... Loren licked his teeth and sighed with regret:

"It seems that you can't give up Peter Pettigrew, and I can't let go of Peter Pettigrew. Our conversation may end here."

Voldemort was not disappointed, but the smile on his face became even bigger: "On the contrary, it is precisely because you don't want to let him go that you need to cooperate with me. Just imagine, would the "law-abiding" Dumbledore let you bypass the Ministry of Magic and the law to deal with the rat?"

Having said that, Voldemort paused, giving Loren time to think.

"I have to rescue Wormtail, then you will have a chance to deal with him. Before that, let him use the remaining energy of his life. Our goals are not conflicting."

I'd be foolish to believe you... Loren asked passionately and deeply, "So, Voldemort, what is the price?"

Not noticing the oddity in his words, Voldemort said softly, "Just go to school and don't do anything. After all, you are just a second-year wizard, aren't you?"

Seeing Loren's doubtful expression, Voldemort smiled with satisfaction, "I know you don't really trust me, but what I lack the least is time. Time will prove that I am more suitable to be your ally than Dumbledore."

He left a meaningful expression, rushed out of the window and disappeared into the misty and dark night sky.

Tsk, what a cheap way to win people’s hearts.

Loren shook his head and quickly closed the window, once again confirming that Voldemort could not defeat Dumbledore.

But should we tell Dumbledore about Peter Pettigrew?

Loren collapsed on the four-poster bed in distress, stretching his limbs out like a "big" character. All the candles were extinguished, and the black curtains were wrapped around the bedposts. In a trance, he saw the bustling street again and the sky blue dress...

Killing someone means paying with one's life, and debts must be paid. This is a matter of course, and Peter Pettigrew must be punished. I have to admit that although Loren had always wanted to fool Fu Shazi, he was still tempted by his proposal.

On the other side was Dumbledore, the old man with a white beard who always smiled, shared delicious candies with him, and always taught him not to play tricks on people...

After struggling for a while and still getting no results, Loren gave up, and frustratedly reached out his hand and slapped the icon of the Book of Fantasy, muttering, "Never mind, I'll tell him when I get back from St. Mungo's Infirmary tomorrow. This doesn't count as concealment, it's just that the news is a little delayed."

Fantasy book, in a bright library.

As soon as Loren's consciousness appeared, he couldn't wait to shout: "Flamel!"

In the Muggle book area, Flamel was leaning against the bookshelf, holding a copy of Friedrich's "Philosophy in the Tragic Age of the Greeks".

The books scanned and collected from the Muggle library are complex and vast, almost expanding more than half of the library. In addition to vocal music and opera, Flamel has recently become fascinated by philosophy books. Without magic or supernatural powers, the Muggle perspective on the world has a different kind of enlightenment for him.

Hearing the voice, Flamel put the book aside, swayed, and appeared in front of Loren in the blink of an eye.

"If I remember correctly, there is no teaching arrangement today." Flamel led Loren to sit on a bench. "Well, it seems that you have a lot to say."

"Yes, a lot!" Loren nodded in agreement. "First, in the secret room left by Slytherin, I saw the picture on the first seven pages of the Book of Abraham..."

He told Flamel in detail about Slytherin, the Chamber of Secrets, the Basilisk, and Voldemort. First, on the stone door at the entrance of the Chamber of Secrets tunnel, Slytherin left a picture of a snake swallowing a snake.

Then the thin snake possessed by Voldemort slipped into the basilisk's mouth, confirming the image of a snake swallowing a snake.

"Is this the vision that both Abraham and Slytherin predicted?" Loren asked.

"Snake swallows snake..." Flamel repeated this sentence, and to be honest, he was a little stuck.

The holder of the Book of Abraham has unique insights into the contents of the book, and based on these unique insights, they will refine their own exclusive and one-of-a-kind magic stone.

Others interpreted it as a conceptual diagram, believing that the snake swallowing the snake is a symbol of transformation and combination. In short, it is all very mysterious, even metaphysical.

And Loren saw almost the same scene directly in the real world...

This is too outrageous. All previous holders thought it was an image that contained profound mysteries and symbolic meanings, but you have just given it a realistic sketch.

Flamel stared at Loren dully. With six hundred years of memory, he was more confused than ever before and fell into deep self-doubt.

So, did the previous holders of the Book of Abraham go astray from the beginning... Nico went through many hardships and searched for the mystery of death, but in the end he failed to refine the perfect Philosopher's Stone. Was it because he thought too much?

Flamel had many questions to ask and many speculations to tell Loren, but he had to hold them in. He couldn't mention anything about the book, so as not to interfere with Loren's understanding.

"I don't know either. According to your own understanding..." Flamel said sullenly.

Looking at Flamel's frustrated expression, Loren felt a little toothache. What's your reaction? Do something.

After staring at Flamel for a while and making sure he really had nothing to say, Loren scratched his head and said, "When will I interpret the Book of Abraham next time, when Mars is next bright?"

After seeing the scene of the snake swallowing the snake, he became more curious about the images on the next two pages. Could it be that the images on the book were a prophecy? Would he see a snake wrapped around a cross or a snake emerging from a spring in the future?

Flamel thought for a moment and replied, "Perhaps. Your situation is completely different from Nico's. I can't give you any advice."

"Okay," Loren suppressed his doubts and turned to talk about the characteristics mentioned by Voldemort. "Voldemort came to me just now and said that great wizards all have distinct characteristics..."

Gryffindor's courage, Ravenclaw's wisdom, Hufflepuff's integrity and kindness, Slytherin's respect for honor...

Listening to Loren's story, Flamel's eyes became deep.

"It's not a mystery. I could give you many more examples: the meanness of the evil black wizard Hercule, the intransigence of Death, and even the mystery of Beedle the Bard."

Loren's eyes widened, and he asked in surprise, "Even Death and Beedle the Bard can be counted as one of them?"

Flamel chuckled. "You've also discovered the absurdity of this view. In fact, the distinctive characteristics of many famous wizards are just labels given to them by later generations. Think about it, are Hufflepuffs only characterized by integrity and kindness?"

They are not afraid of difficulties, are good at enjoying life, and are especially good at cooking delicious food... As Loren listed them, he suddenly realized that the characteristics of Hufflepuff seemed not so obvious.

Looking into Loren's eyes, Flamel could easily see his surprise: "These wizards are not powerful because of their distinctive characteristics, but because they are powerful, people notice their distinctive characteristics."

Loren nodded, not quite understanding. After the two exchanged some knowledge about alchemy, Loren left the fantasy book, and the library fell into a long silence again.

Flamel sat quietly on the bench, tapping the virtual armrest with his slightly transparent fingers, making a "click, click..." sound.

Many figures appeared in Flamel's silver eyes, and the dusty figures deep in his memory gradually became clear.

The fear spread by Bloody Mary, the death spread by the Black Death...

This is too outrageous

Wizard slang: nm, which means Linmei, the inversion of Merlin, an interjection.

What this means is that even if Merlin comes, everything will be turned upside down, which is extremely outrageous.

(There is no reference material, I made it up now)

Chapter 216 Christmas Vacation Begins

December 12th, Saturday, is 19 days away from Christmas.

Loren got up early in the morning and just opened the window. The cold wind blew in from the window, and in an instant he felt cold from head to toe. There were thick clouds floating in the white sky, and the sunlight was blocked behind the clouds, making the sky look bright, and snowflakes kept falling.

The forests and hills in the distance were covered in silver, and only large expanses of white could be seen between the sky and the earth. Heading towards the greenhouse, a soybean-sized figure slowly trudged along, and it looked like Professor Sprout. The professor of herbology was a hard worker, and he couldn't rest even during the holidays.

Loren muttered quietly, "Tsk, freezing."

Get dressed, wash up, and make the bed.

Last night, he was entangled in a conversation with Voldemort for half the night, and consulted Flamel for a long time. He slept late, and judging from the sky, it seemed that he got up a little late.

Since I don’t have to go to class anyway, it doesn’t matter whether I get up early or late.

I just might not be able to make it in time for breakfast in the auditorium.

After finishing all this, I walked out of the dormitory. Before going downstairs, I subconsciously glanced down across the stair railing and found that Ginny, George and Fred were sitting in a row on the sofa in the middle of the common room.