The days at Hogwarts

Harry, who was immersed in copying his homework, raised his head with a confused expression: "Does this mean that Professor Trelawney will really predict? Does this also mean that I will encounter an ominous death?"

"No!" Hermione interrupted bluntly, "Trelawney just happened to come across it! Binky the rabbit is a bunny, and Lavender has never been afraid of Binky dying before!"

Loren thought for a while, but felt that this could be regarded as a prophecy, and nodded thoughtfully.

"Loren, do you still remember the prophecy she made last semester about the meal of thirteen people?" Hermione said firmly, "I have understood her trick. Her prophecy is just an ambiguous guess, regardless of the outcome. No matter what, she can always say that she is right."

Harry blinked: "So, my death is ominous?"

Hermione frowned and looked at Harry, and said slowly while thinking: "She only said that you would encounter something bad, but she didn't say what the bad luck was. Maybe it was a mutton chop that got stuck on you while you were eating dinner, or maybe it was something bad. You stumbled during Quidditch practice..."

Hermione's eyes suddenly lit up and she raised her voice slightly: "Or maybe you have already encountered something bad, do you remember?"

Loren also remembered and looked at Harry thoughtfully.

"Huh?" Harry was still confused.

"The night we flew out of school together on a Hippogriff!" Hermione said quickly, "You met a dementor and fell from Buckbeak, that was an ominous death!"

As she spoke, Hermione slowed down her speech and slowly opened her eyes. She tried to convince others that Professor Trelawney was a liar, but she unexpectedly verified Trelawney's prophecy like a scam.

Recalling the true prophecies Trelawney had made, and thinking about Trelawney's deception, Hermione was completely confused, and she looked at Loren in confusion.

"Professor Trelawney's prophecies have indeed come true in part, but if you think carefully about the prophecies she made in the first class in a pretentious manner, Neville's grandma, Parvati and the red-haired man, Lavender is most afraid of Things..."

Loren said unhurriedly, "There is no doubt that these are really just language games to disguise themselves. Just like I can predict now, what Ron is looking forward to will happen after Halloween, and Harry will die in the future. threaten."

"Hey!" Harry looked at him dissatisfied, "Why me again?"

Hermione had already understood these prophecies: "Because you have a sworn enemy in the distant Ilvermorny, who may be planning how to take revenge on you."

Harry was stunned for a moment, then asked unconvinced: "What about Ron, why is his prophecy a good thing?"

Hermione spread her hands and explained: "Because Quidditch selections, Transfiguration Club recruitment... these interesting activities are all around Halloween, so there must be something he is looking forward to."

"There is also the activity week to Hogsmeade!" Ron suddenly came out from behind and put his hand on Harry's shoulder. He had just killed Seamus with just one step, and he was very proud at the moment.

Ron sat down next to Harry and yelled: "I thought you had seen through Professor Trelawney a long time ago. To be honest, any serious subject requires students to make up their own unlucky things. The more unlucky they are, the higher the score." .”

"That's right." Loren bumped Hermione's shoulder lightly with his shoulder. "Professor Trelawney may really predict, but as she said herself, seeing the future with the Third Eye is a kind of innate ability. Innate talent cannot be learned and taught, so..."

Hermione opened her mouth, wanting to say something, but couldn't.

Shaking slightly after being hit by this man, the golden chain hanging around her neck made a crisp sound. Hermione held the golden hourglass on her chest and pursed her lips thoughtfully.

The weekend passed uneventfully. Loren's "Wolfsbane Potion-Leopard Skin Flower Change" was progressing satisfactorily, and the Fire Curse was progressing smoothly. Apart from Hermione having to comfort Lavender with her roommate, she had no other regrets.

……

Jingle Bell--

When the bell rang, Professor McGonagall stopped the little wizards who were about to take off: "Please wait a moment! Children, I believe you have all seen the notice on the bulletin board. This is the first year that the activity week has been carried out, and you have not yet submitted your forms. Remember before Halloween..."

The third grade students had never been to Hogsmeade before. Professor McGonagall patiently explained all the precautions one by one. Except for the dementors, he especially emphasized the importance of the permission form, which must be signed by a parent or guardian.

Except for Neville who took a while to find the permission form from the middle of the textbook, almost no young wizard in the class was worried about it, and Harry had Sirius sign it early.

So on the way to the auditorium for dinner after class, every student was happily talking loudly about what to do in Hogsmeade first.

Hermione had something to ask Professor McGonagall, so Loren waited at the door of the classroom for a few minutes.

"Let's go!" Hermione came out of the office with a relaxed smile on her face, as if she had shaken off a heavy burden. Even her steps were light, bouncing as she walked.

"The divination class has also been cancelled?" Loren tilted his neck and looked at it. The golden hourglass hanging on the gold chain was gone. He felt a little regretful because he hadn't had time to experience it yet.

"Yeah!" Hermione nodded heavily and said with a smile, "I thought Professor McGonagall would be disappointed with me, but I didn't expect that she also agreed with my approach and said that she should have done this a long time ago. You should quit divination before doing research on melons.”

"It sounds like Professor McGonagall has a long-standing complaint against Professor Trelawney."

Hermione tugged at his sleeve and shook it: "After all, Transfiguration requires rigor and carefulness, and Prophecy class..."

The little witch wrinkled her nose and shook her head. Her little appearance looked like a true transfiguration professor.

The joy and ease made the girl couldn't help but tiptoe as she walked down the stairs. Loren took out a box of finger biscuits from nowhere and kept making a squeaking sound in his mouth.

Hermione was humming an unknown melody. Seeing this, she subconsciously muttered: "It's going to be lunch soon. What kind of biscuits should I eat at this time?"

Loren didn't reply and handed over a biscuit.

Unsuspecting and in a happy mood, Hermione opened her mouth and was put into something cold.

The cheerful steps and melody stopped. Hermione looked back, her expression dull, and smacked her lips: "Man, mandrake?"

Loren nodded and said happily: "Since you no longer need the time turner, come practice the Animagus rituals with me."

"..."

Hermione was completely stunned. She pointed to the auditorium in front of her, and then pointed to her mouth.

"That's right!" Loren had a bright smile on his face, "It's going to be lunch soon, and I'm afraid you won't have a good meal."

"Loren! Morgan!"

"You're welcome, I should have done it."

Chapter 325 The Secret of the Boggart

On weekends, the Room of Requirement, a room styled like Snape's office.

In the eerie dim candlelight, in the enclosed space, the oil lamps and candles on the surrounding walls occasionally jumped, accompanied by the continuous beeping sound of the crucible on the desk.

The Wolfsbane potion was brewing step by step. Loren's attention was not on the crucible. There was a small walnut box in front of him. Next to the box was a black cloth that had just been removed.

Loren sat on the chair and leaned forward slightly, his fingers gently sliding across the smooth surface of the wooden box. It was generally flat, but the slightly rough box gave a cold touch.

goo-dong-

The box suddenly trembled slightly, and the things in the box seemed to feel the outside world prying through the wooden board.

Loren saw the gray magic power of the boggart, like the herbal smoke in Professor Trelawney's divination classroom, curling out from the gaps in the wooden box, coating the surface of the box with a grayish dull color.

The gray magic power tried to spread upwards along his fingers, but the magic power was too weak and could not survive when it reached the second knuckle.

According to the knowledge learned in class, the Boggart in the box does not have a specific shape at this time, and it does not know what Loren is afraid of.

Loren's deep eyes reflected the dim candlelight in the room, shadows floated, and the world faded into simple and rough lines.

Seeing a gray mist in front of him, Loren's eyes showed some helplessness. He tried to observe the shape of the Boggart through the essence of magic power, but judging from the current situation, there was no result.

He couldn't be sure whether the gray mist was a manifestation of the Boggart's magic power or the shape of the Boggart itself.

Loren tapped his eyebrows, and the three-color world of black, white and gray in his field of vision returned to normal, and the gray mist was blocked by the walnut box.

With two soft clicks, Loren unlocked the buckles on both sides of the box. Unexpectedly, the Boggart, who was locked in the box and kept shaking, suddenly calmed down.

Loren showed an interested expression on his face: "I haven't broken through my Occlumency and can't complete the transformation, so you're shy?"

Loren waved his magic wand and shot out a string of sparks, hitting the upper lid of the box. Just when the upper lid of the box bounced open a gap under the pull of magic power, a force suddenly burst out, and the upper lid slammed down. There was a loud crashing sound.

"Still shy?" Loren exclaimed.

No wonder no one has discovered the true face of the Boggart for so many years. Occlumency is not a profound magic. Loren must not be the only one to discover the magical effect of Occlumency in dealing with Boggarts. It turns out that Boggarts will take the initiative to hide when they cannot complete their transformation. stand up.

Loren became interested. He wanted to see the Boggart's true face today.

Loren raised his wrist and turned the tip of the wand in a small circle. Powerful magic spurted out, carrying the wizard's will, with the intention of forcibly opening the wooden box.

The box shook violently, and the upper lid of the box opened a crack, and was quickly closed by the huge force inside.

creak-

The hinges connecting the upper lid to the main body of the wooden box made a tooth-aching metallic friction sound.

Even though the sound of the metal loose leaf aroused goosebumps all over his body, Loren didn't care. A slight smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. He wanted to see whether it was the Boggart's magic power that was strong or his magic power that was sufficient.

Just when Loren was about to continue to increase his magic power output, he suddenly found that the object he was wrestling with had become weaker. He saw that the gray magic power escaping from the gaps in the box had become weak and scattered.

"If this continues, the Boggart will not dissipate..." Loren frowned and withdrew his wand.

Looking at the walnut box that was quiet again, Loren fell into thinking. Although Lupin's place seemed to be well stocked, such unwarranted consumption was still not worth it... The idea of ​​revealing the true face of the Boggart could only be put on hold for the time being.

Staring deeply at the wooden box, the strict Occlumency opened a channel according to Loren's ideas, leading to the illusory memory constructed by the fake memory spell, guiding the gray magic to explore in the illusory memory.

The box suddenly opened, and a beautiful fairy flew out with colorful wings. It swayed its slender limbs and tried to climb onto Loren's shoulders. Halfway through the flight, it turned into a white mouse and landed, followed by Crook. Mountain, Mrs. Norris, Fang... all kinds of animals.

In the end, he turned into Red Hat, Kabbah, Grindylow, the three-headed dog Luwei, the Acromantula Aragog, a giant monster wielding a wooden stick, and a basilisk with terrifying yellow eyes...

But they are all just superficial. In Loren's eyes, these various creatures are only filled with the gray magic power of Boggart.

Loren waved his hand impatiently, and the giant basilisk in front of him shrank suddenly. Under Loren's gaze, a rotten, sinister hand with cold light stretched out, followed by a hand shrouded in a black robe. A monster with the stench of decaying corpses.

Feeling the sudden coldness, Loren shook his head. Sure enough, as he thought, the Boggart would only turn into a dementor.

What is the connection between Boggarts and Dementors?

Why Dementors?

The chill became heavier and heavier, Loren shook his wand: "[Calling God's Guard]"

A silver-white light as smooth as silk spurted out from the tip of the wand. The light circled around the Boggart-turned-Dementor, confining it in a small space but not directly defeating it.

Loren got closer to observe the Dementor. The Dementor had an entity, and it was a real and touchable entity. Under the hood of the black cloak was a twisted, haggard face, with all the flesh and blood shrunken, leaving only a layer of rot. His skin was covered with scabies, and the traces of his facial features were almost invisible.

There was a thick, moist smell lingering at the tip of his nose, with a rotten smell, as if the dementor was a living corpse.

As Loren approached, a low grunting sound came from the corpse's throat.

Don't get me wrong, the dementor definitely doesn't need to breathe. This is just the sound of air passing through the throat as its chest expands, sucking air into the chest and passing through the throat.

This suction is mixed with the evil magic power of the Dementors. If it were not blocked by the light of the Patronus Spell, the Dementors' magic power would suck the emotions and memories of living people into the body. When the emotions and memories are drained away, what remains is the soul, leaving only an empty body in the end.

This process is known as the Dementor's Kiss.

The problem is here, Dementors can use memories and emotions as nourishment, absorbing and converting them into their own magic power, but Boggart does not have biological characteristics. What can it do with the emotions and memories it absorbs after transforming into a Dementor?

With this curiosity, while maintaining the Patronus Charm, Loren put the tip of the wand against his temple and pulled out a ray of light silver light.

This is a temporary false memory he made. The main content is that he likes to eat potatoes, and eating potatoes makes him extremely happy.

Loren came to the Dementor and fed the memory in his hand to the Dementor.

The silver memory beam was like blue smoke, drifting along the Dementor's breath and being sucked into the Dementor's body. A weak, almost invisible layer of light and shadow washed over the Dementor's body like water.

The next second, Loren's mind was in a trance. Some mysterious magic seemed to be pulling his eyes. Loren hesitated for a moment and fell into the inexplicable pulling.

There is a certain desire for potatoes in my mind, cheese mashed potatoes, fried shredded potatoes, mashed potato noodles, fish and chips...

Cold, rancid, and burning from the silver light band in front of him.

Many obscure sensations came from the whole body. Sluggishness, numbness, and stiffness were the feedback of the limbs. Loren frowned and opened his "eyes."

In his blurry vision, he saw a dimly lit room. A little wizard with black hair and black eyes was standing in front of him with a dazed look on his face.

This is...the Boggart's perspective!

Loren was horrified, unable to maintain this indescribable connection with his mind trembling, and immediately returned to his own perspective.

Swinging his wand to shut the dementor transformed by the Boggart back into the box, Loren took half a minute to calm down his shocked emotions. His eyes swept across the walnut box, the expression in his eyes changing as he thought about what had just happened.

The wisp of memory he handed over to the Boggart seemed to have become some kind of medium, or a bridge. With the help of the bridge, he gained the Boggart's perception...or, in other words, his consciousness entered the Boggart's body.

The trouble is, is this situation universal, or can it be triggered only by him?

Loren prefers the latter.

After all, in order to practice the Patronus Charm, Harry has to face the Boggart-turned-Dementors every weekend, and Professor Lupin's Patronus Charm class last week also used Boggarts as teaching aids. No one has ever heard of anyone encountering such a situation.

Why only him?

There was an inevitable worry in Loren's heart, which was related to his unspeakable secret. His soul is unique, and there are unique memories hidden deep in his soul...

What is the connection between boggarts and dementors? Who created these strange, grotesque creatures of dark magic?

The involvement was so great that Loren didn't hesitate too much. He immediately took out the book of fantasy, tapped the picture in the middle of the cover, and woke up the sleeping old wizard.

Loren looked at the figure floating in the air, and his tone was somewhat urgent: "Flamel..."

In the dimly lit Room of Requirement, various styles of glass jars are stored on the shelves close to the wall. The glass jars are filled with terrifying venomous snakes and lizards... The copper crucible on the desk is constantly emitting a faint gurgling sound. The whole room was filled with an unspeakable stench.

"The consciousness entered the Boggart's body?"

After listening to Loren's description, Flamel looked shocked. Even with hundreds of years of memories of the legendary alchemist, he had never heard of such a thing.

"Dementors...Boggarts..."

Flamel looked at the walnut box on the table with a somewhat forlorn look in his eyes. Regarding the changes that occurred with this artificial black magic creature that was deeply entangled with black wizards, he could not help but connect this matter to some ancient legend. Secretly.