The days at Hogwarts

The monster statue jumped aside, and the wall behind it split in two, revealing a spiral staircase.

That's it? Loren smiled proudly. "The principal's office? No problem at all."

Following the spiral staircase to the door, Loren pushed it open and went in. Dumbledore had already noticed Loren and was not surprised.

"I guessed you would come, Loren." Dumbledore took the candy out of the bag on the table as if he was entertaining an old friend. He bought the candy last week and hurried off to deal with some things, so he didn't have time to eat it.

"Professor McGonagall told me that you came to see me after I left." Dumbledore opened a box of hazelnut chocolates and handed it to Lauren.

Loren picked up one, peeled off the wrapper, and put it in his mouth. The nutty aroma of hazelnuts mixed with the sweet aroma of chocolate seemed to penetrate into his heart through his mouth, and there were also scattered coconut shreds. It was worthy of Dumbledore's certification.

Loren said as he chewed, "I need the principal's help with something."

Loren began to tell the story of Grandpa Bates, saying that he wanted to buy wolfsbane potion and borrow the philosopher's stone to help Grandpa Bates cure his illness.

"Mr. Bates is a great man who can stick to his responsibilities for decades, even responsibilities that do not belong to him." Dumbledore was also somewhat moved.

"Besides, I'm glad you told me about this." Although it was after the trial of Peter Pettigrew.

Dumbledore looked at the child in front of him. He cared for his family and dared to take action, which showed some cunning, but he believed that this was a good child.

After thinking for a while, Dumbledore said, "I can tell Snape about the wolfsbane potion, but you have to convince Professor Snape yourself in the end."

"As for the Philosopher's Stone, I don't know if it can cure werewolves. If it can, it will be a blessing to the wizarding world."

"I'll write and ask Nico."

Loren was a little disappointed. He still had to improve Snape's favorability. Fortunately, he had been reading books. However, if Dumbledore had mentioned it, it was unlikely that Snape would refuse.

"Okay." Loren started talking about something else, "Harry is a little obsessed with the Mirror of Erised. He misses his parents so much."

"Has it affected your normal life?" Dumbledore said in a calm tone.

"Fortunately, he missed half a day of Quidditch practice. After we persuaded him, he only goes to check on her occasionally at night, but the frequency is a bit too frequent."

"I think this problem will get better after he meets his real relatives." Dumbledore relaxed. It was much better than he had expected. Friendship was indeed a good medicine for growth and healing trauma.

The child who was born in a pure-blood family twenty years ago and was supposed to be a Slytherin, ended up being a Gryffindor. He was able to risk his life for his friends, and with him accompanying Harry, Harry should be able to grow up more healthily.

Dumbledore started to eat chocolates, and Loren had already eaten half of the box. The two began to compete secretly to see who could eat the last chocolate.

Even though he didn't say it out loud, Loren believed that Dumbledore and he had such a tacit understanding.

On the other side, Harry saw the man standing next to Professor McGonagall on the Quidditch field. He was wearing a black coat, had a thin face, but bright eyes - Sirius.

Chapter 35 The Secret of the Sorcerer's Stone

Evening, Gryffindor Common Room.

Harry sat next to the candlestick, looking at it and laughing from time to time. He looked so silly that no one wanted to sit with him.

Loren, who was playing wizard chess with Ron using Seamus's pieces, glanced at Harry and asked, "How long has he been like this?"

Ron sighed and said in a helpless tone: "It has been like this since he said goodbye to his godfather."

"I have a godfather, hehehe!" Harry muttered foolishly.

He would say this from time to time, and the two of them had gotten used to it.

"He didn't even attend the afternoon training, but Wood and the others were also very happy that the team would have two Nimbus 2000s."

Ron pushed his castle chess piece forward and added, "The broom that Professor McGonagall bought is on the way, and the Nimbus 2000 he received today was from his godfather. He paid extra for it, so it was sent expedited."

At this point, Ron suddenly sighed with envy: "Sirius is the heir to a pure-blood family."

Loren smiled and said, "Aren't you also from a pure-blood family?"

Ron felt that this person was mocking, so he did not continue the topic, but pushed the knight forward and said viciously: "Checkmate!"

Loren wanted to send his queen to the battle, but the chess piece was unwilling to listen to his arrangement. "Don't send me there. Didn't you see the knight next to him? Let him go. It doesn't matter if he dies!"

Then the two chess pieces started fighting. This kind of scene was nothing new. Loren's chess skills were too poor, and the chess set was not his, so there would always be quarrels.

Loren stopped paying attention to the chessboard and looked at Harry. "Now that we have a godfather, we don't have to worry about him grinning at the mirror all day long."

Ron sighed, "This isn't going to be any better."

Harry suddenly stood up and said excitedly, "I have to tell Mom and Dad!" Then he walked out of the lounge.

Loren and Ron suddenly became worried.

"Will it get better after a while?" Loren was not sure.

"It better be this way!"

Watching Harry go out, Loren remembered that tomorrow was September 9th and he still had things to do.

"I have something to do, so I'm going out for a while!" After saying that, he ran out.

We came all the way to the Hufflepuff basement and walked down the stairs. Even though it was past the banquet time, the stone-paved underground corridor was still brightly lit.

Loren walked over to a painting of a bowl of fruit, reached out and gently tickled a pear in the painting. The pear revealed a stick figure face, giggled, and then turned into a green doorknob.

Pushing open the door, there is a large kitchen. It is now clean and all kinds of plates and pots are neatly stacked.

Loren didn't see anyone, so he continued walking forward. The fire in the fireplace was still burning brightly, with occasional crackling sounds of wood bursting.

"Dear little wizard, is there anything I can help you with?"

A shrill, somewhat harsh voice sounded from behind Loren.

Even shorter than Loren, only a little over two feet, with long thin arms and legs connected to a thin torso, but a big head with a pair of bat-like ears.

No wonder Hermione wanted to set up the House-Elf Rights Association. This is too tragic.

But the elf was not aware of this. His eyes were fixed on Loren, hoping to get some answer from him.

Loren calmed down and said, "I want to order a cake for tomorrow, a strawberry avalanche cake."

The elf exclaimed in surprise: "Avalanche Strawberry Cake! Of course no problem! We will make it right away and send it to you when it is done!"

Before Loren could answer, the elf shouted to the surroundings in a shrill voice: "Did you hear me! Avalanche Strawberry Cake!"

A dozen elves rustled out from the surroundings. This scene was too weird. Loren hurriedly stopped them and said, "Not now, tomorrow. I'll come get it after dinner tomorrow."

After saying that, Loren hurriedly ran away. He didn't want to stay in this scene for even a second.

In the corridor, Loren remembered that he had not asked the elf's name, nor did he tell him his own name. But he was not too worried. He would definitely find it when he came to the kitchen to ask.

When they returned to the lounge, Ron and Seamus were playing chess. Although the chess pieces obeyed Seamus's command, they were still suppressed by Ron and were eaten away bit by bit.

Harry had returned, still looking at the candlestick with a lost look on his face.

Loren walked over and sat down, his mouth facing Harry Nunu, and asked the two, "What's going on again?"

"Checkmate!" Ron moved the chess piece. "We don't know either. He just came back not long ago."

After the game, Ron and Seamus began to collect the chess pieces and rearrange the board.

Loren walked up to Harry and waved his hand in front of his eyes: "Hey! Professor Snape is calling you!"

Harry shuddered visibly, then realized that he was in the Gryffindor common room, and looked at Loren reproachfully.

"What's going on here?"

Harry sighed, "In front of the magic mirror, I met Headmaster Dumbledore."

"And then?" Loren thought Dumbledore was going to let the chicken run its course, but he ended up coming up to make chicken soup himself.

"Then, Dumbledore said to put the magic mirror away." Harry felt sorry.

Loren knew that in addition to being concerned about Harry's mental health, Dumbledore was going to use the Mirror of Erised as the final level of his copy of the Philosopher's Stone.

Loren changed the subject, "Did your godfather tell you about what happened to your parents?"

Harry shrugged his shoulders. "He told me, but I don't know how to deal with it."

"I am angry and resentful of Peter Pettigrew's betrayal, but he is already in Azkaban."

"This is all Voldemort's fault, and Voldemort is dead."

“I miss my parents and I’m glad I have a godfather who cares about me.”

Harry spoke these words slowly. He had just said them to Dumbledore, and he was saying them again now, to Loren and to himself.

Loren didn't say anything else. Harry was always thinking about his parents. In the original work, Sirius didn't stay with him for long. Harry lost things while growing up. People saw him as a hero, but didn't see that he was just a child.

"Don't think too much about it. Just look forward to it. You won't have to go back to the Dursleys during the holidays."

Harry's face lit up when he heard this.

……

In the library of the Book of Fantasy.

"Flamel, I want to ask you something about the Philosopher's Stone." Loren did not start today's study immediately.

"Of course, this is my duty!" Flamel floated over.

"Can the Philosopher's Stone cure werewolves?" Dumbledore wanted to write to Nico to ask him, but there was only Nico here, so why not be direct.

"The answer is, uncertain." Flamel began to explain the reason to Loren.

The Philosopher's Stone is also known as the Philosopher's Stone. It contains powerful magic. If you can make full use of this magic, you can realize all magic. There is also a legend in the Muggle world that the Philosopher's Stone can make wishes come true, and this is not without basis.

But no one can fully control this power, and most of the time the effectiveness of the Philosopher's Stone depends on the thoughts of the refiner.

The mainstream idea is that the Philosopher's Stone can turn stones into gold and refine the elixir of immortality. Nico was also influenced by this idea, so his Philosopher's Stone has these two functions. After a long period of exploration, Nico finally realized that his original mistake was irreversible.

Helping Loren avoid some detours is the meaning of Flamel's existence.

As for what Loren was wondering, Voldemort used the Philosopher's Stone to restore his body.

Flamel believed that even Voldemort could not control the powerful power of the Philosopher's Stone. He only regarded the Philosopher's Stone as a powerful source of magic. With the help of the magic of the Philosopher's Stone, he used magical rituals to reshape his body.

As long as it is a powerful source of magic, it doesn't matter whether it is the Philosopher's Stone or not. However, in the modern magic world, there is no source of magic more powerful than the Philosopher's Stone.

If Loren can find magic to reverse the werewolves and use the Philosopher's Stone as a source of magic power, it will also work. But according to Flamel, Nico has not heard of such magic for at least hundreds of years.

Loren felt a little disappointed and asked if there was any other solution.

Flamel gave the answer, "You can first obtain the identity of a Philosopher's Stone Refiner, and use Nico's Philosopher's Stone with faith, and perhaps you can achieve your goal."

"How to get it?"

"To redeem a desperate soul."

Chapter 36 Thursday, 19th of the month (Please comment)

Chapter 36 Thursday, September 9 (Please comment)

In the Defense Against the Dark Arts class, the stench of Professor Quirrell filled the classroom. Loren, Hermione, Harry and Ron were sitting in the last row.

"Why do I have to sit here? I can't even hear what the professor is saying." Hermione pricked up her ears, wanting to know the scope of application of the monster spell.

"To protect your nose." Loren held his head with one hand and tried to spin the quill with the other, but the weight of the quill was too uneven and it would fall on the textbook after one or two spins.

Harry and Ron's eyes were unconsciously drawn to the spinning pen, and they felt dizzy.

Harry cheered himself up, "Only those who come early can sit in the back. Seamus came late today, so only the first row is left."

Several people looked towards Ximo who was in the front.

Seamus was sitting next to the podium, and every time Quirrell waved his sleeves, a stench of fermented garlic would blow towards him along the wind. Seamus' face turned pale, and he kept lowering his head to cover his nose. Loren noticed that Seamus' shoulders were shaking and thought he was about to faint.

Just then, Quirrell waved his sleeves again, and Hermione clearly saw Seamus' throat shaking up and down, as if he was about to vomit.

Hermione was frightened when she saw Seamus like that. In the end, she chose smell over knowledge. "Please save a seat in the back for me next time."

Hermione no longer cared about the content of the class as they couldn't hear anything in the back. They just focused on the suffering Seamus.

Poor Seamus finally held on until the get out of class was over with the silent support of everyone. His legs were shaking when he stood up, and it was Dean who helped Seamus to the cafeteria.

Watching the two people walking out of the classroom, Ron said sympathetically, "I bet that Seamus will come an hour early for future Defense Against the Dark Arts classes."

Several people nearby nodded.

……

It wasn't until the afternoon flying lesson that Seamus became happier.

After Mrs. Hooch had explained some flying knowledge, her face turned serious. "Something very bad happened in last week's flying class. I hope everyone will learn from it. If anyone makes trouble again this time, I will ask Headmaster Dumbledore to expel you!"

After that was the free flying time. There was no final exam in the flying class, so everyone cheered and had fun without any pressure.