The days at Hogwarts

"It's really hard work. No wonder your pub is the cleanest in the neighborhood."

Before the two could chat more, a guest not far away shouted: "Ms. Doddridge, don't get too close to that Muggle, be careful!"

"No need to worry about it!"

"Muggles?" the man in coarse shorts muttered, "What is that? This bar is quite good, but the customers are too strange..."

"Ignore him." A wizard wearing a wizard's hat patted his shoulder. "Maybe he is so drunk that his head is full of dragon dung."

"Dragon dung? Hahaha, what an interesting description!"

"..."

Loren and the others looked around the pub. Even though they knew it was an illusion, they couldn't help but stare at the sight of Muggles and wizards being so harmonious and unconcealed in the same pub.

Just when they were about to continue watching, Ms. Daisy Doddridge, who seemed to be the owner of the bar, walked towards them with a gentle smile on her face and asked:

"Guys, would you like something to drink?"

Chapter 347 Time Gap

In the bar decorated with a strong classical style, the simple kerosene lamps and candles burn and emit a slightly pungent smell. The pine wine barrel behind the bar emits a complex fermentation aroma to cover up the burning smell. It is bitter, sweet, and slightly sour...

Muggles and wizards were standing or sitting in various positions, and there were constant chatter and clear clinking of glasses.

In such a harmonious and weird bar hall, several time travelers and the bar owner looked at each other.

Loren and others looked at Daisy Doddridge in shock. Snape and Professor Flitwick quickly stepped forward and stared at her warily.

"Dear guests, please don't worry." Daisy said in a cheerful tone, "I am the only one who can see you here."

Loren and Hermione looked around. The guests in the bar were still chatting and drinking among themselves, and they were completely invisible.

Professor McGonagall patted Snape and Flitwick and told them to relax. He looked at the bar owner with some hesitation and asked: "Ms. Daisy Doddridge, the founder of the Leaky Cauldron, you seem to know Our origins?”

"The founder of the Leaky Cauldron?" Daisy's eyes lit up for a moment, then quickly calmed down, "Oh, I mean it came in a time storm. The movement was so big that it was hard not to notice."

Hearing this, Professor McGonagall, who had always been calm, showed some surprise in his eyes: "It sounds like you understand the bad luck we have encountered. Forgive us for not figuring it out yet. We... have some questions and I want to ask you for help."

"It's too messy here. Let's talk inside."

Daisy reached out and motioned for them to go behind the bar. After exchanging a few glances, the three professors reached an agreement and headed in that direction.

Loren and Hermione also exchanged a few glances. The two of them stood close together and walked towards the small door behind the bar under the protection of the professors.

They had been here before. The brick wall in the small courtyard behind the Leaky Cauldron was the door to the magical world. The little Muggle-born wizard was deeply impressed by this place, and Professor McGonagall, who was in charge of welcoming new students, was also impressed.

But the Leaky Cauldron, which was just built in the early 16th century, was not what they were familiar with. There were only low sloping earth and stone walls behind it, and various empty wine barrels were stored under the hay shed supported by wooden sticks, as well as some scrapped tables, chairs and benches.

In the mottled white-green crystal lampshade, the quietly burning flame emits a faint light.

Daisy didn't use her wand, but just waved her hand casually, and several pairs of intact tables and chairs jumped out, forming a long temporary table for entertaining guests.

She sat down first, then summoned a few wooden wine glasses and a pot of mead. After pouring it for several people, she took a sip first and narrowed her eyes in contentment: "Please sit down, guests... You guys Did the Leaky Cauldron of the era also have empty barrels piled here?”

Professor McGonagall calmly pressed Loren and Hermione's shoulders, motioning them not to move or speak: "Ms. Doddridge, please forgive us for not being able to reveal any future events, as that may have serious consequences."

"It's so rigid, even more rigid than Principal Derwent!" Daisy muttered dissatisfied, "You don't have to worry at all. Although I don't know how you launched the time storm, this is not history, even if you put it here Even if it explodes, it won’t affect the future.”

Professor McGonagall frowned tightly: "What do you mean?"

"It's very complicated to explain." Daisy pressed her head with both hands and looked like she had a headache. "In words you can understand, time is not a continuous whole. Someone used the sand of time in the hourglass to complete a magic ritual. , completely separates this day from the river of time.”

"Separation?" Professor McGonagall repeated in a puzzled tone.

"Yes, separation."

The woman in brown cloth looked down at the mead in the wooden wine glass. The brewing process in the 16th century was still very crude. The wine was not clear and even a little turbid. All kinds of unnamed suspended matter floated and sank in the wine glass.

Different from the various noises in the bar, there was no emotion in her voice, like a meaningless sigh: "You know the Seamless Stretch Spell, you can use the Seamless Stretch Charm to create a personal space that you can carry with you." , and the function of that magic ritual is to create a private time without any impact on the real world."

Ms. Doddridge's words set off huge waves in the hearts of the three professors, and they cut off one day from the long river of time as their private time. What an amazing feat!

"Private time?" Loren had a vague suspicion in his mind.

private time?

No, private prisons are just fine. Repeating the same day thousands of times will make even the happiest memories boring and boring, and can even drive people crazy.

Who imprisoned the owner of the Leaky Cauldron on this day? Are there others imprisoned in the same way...

Thinking along this line of thought, Loren's look at Ms. Doddridge suddenly became a little subtle.

The thoughts of several outsiders kept surging, but Daisy didn't seem to care what they thought at all. After finishing the mead in the cup and putting the cup down, she turned back into the dedicated bartress and smiled softly. "Is there anything I can do for you, dear guests?"

Professor McGonagall thought for a moment and said slowly: "We want to go back to our own time, Ms. Doddridge, is there anything you can do?"

"It's easy. Under normal circumstances, the magic power of the Sands of Time cannot activate and maintain the time storm. As long as the excess magic power is consumed, you can go back."

"The Sands of Time...excess magic?" Professor McGonagall repeated in a low voice, recalling the last scene they had seen in real time.

The hourglass shell on the time turner was broken by the bone knife, and the red powder fell into the sand of time along the gap...

Seeing Snape slightly nodding towards her, Professor McGonagall felt confident and immediately asked: "Madam, how can we... how can we use up the excess magic power?"

"Time is good, just spend it." Daisy got up and walked towards the empty wine barrels, rummaging through the empty wine barrels while saying, "Go back to the time when you existed, wait for time to pass from you, and spend it." Go back when you are done with it.”

Loren, Hermione and the three professors looked at each other with confusion and surprise, and couldn't make up their minds for a moment.

"Ah, I found it!" Daisy pulled out a large, strange-shaped wine barrel and pushed it over.

This is a wine barrel made of spliced ​​oak boards. The gaps are inlaid with thin silver plates and fixed with rivets. It looks like it was made by fairies and has a somewhat rough aesthetic.

There are still 2k left in the early morning [whisper bb]

Chapter 348 Method of Return

"Gryffindor stole it from the Goblin King. Oh, it's coming... to make amends." Daisy flipped the barrel and stood it upright.

This sentence contains a lot of information, both serious and informal. Several professors at Hogwarts were silent for a few seconds, and finally decided to pretend that they had never heard this.

Hermione's eyes blinked, and even if she didn't speak, Loren understood what she wanted to express.

Gryffindor has something to do with this place, so are the other members of the Big Four also something to do with it? Coupled with the conjecture about the prison... Loren felt vaguely that he seemed to have glimpsed something extraordinary.

"Drill in from here, and the wine barrel will lead to a time node in your existence. Slowly stay there for a few months or years, and when the magic power is exhausted, the Sands of Time will bring you back to the "now". "The female boss pointed at the wine barrel and said to them.

Snape's lips were tightly pursed into a line, and an indescribable feeling gradually emerged, starting with a gurgling stream, then becoming more and more turbulent until it piled up into a huge wave.

It seems to be fear, but it also seems to be expectation...

"But I must remind you! No changes are allowed to the real history that has happened. This is the rule of time!"

Snape was unmoved. He had already tasted the pain thousands of times. So what if he could experience it again. If he could see those eyes again...

Loren and Hermione pushed away Professor McGonagall's arms and stuck their heads out to look into the bucket. There was nothing. It was so dark that they couldn't even see the bottom. Occasionally, there were a few scattered golden lights flashing away.

Professor McGonagall pulled the two little wizards back behind them by their collars. She probably underestimated their weight, so it was a bit difficult to pull them.

She looked into the barrel and asked Daisy, "Are we all going in?"

"That's not necessary. Five people can do it, four people can do it...it's not impossible for one person." Daisy spread his hands indifferently, "The total amount of magic power remains unchanged. If one more person shares it, the time each person has to bear will be less. Some."

Professor McGonagall looked at the dark barrel, with no change in expression on her face.

The situation in the barrel cannot be ascertained, and this place is full of weirdness. Professor McGonagall cannot safely hand over everyone's safety to a stranger they meet for the first time, even if the female boss is mentioned in the records of the history of magic. A good man with a kind heart.

Loren and Hermione, who sensed something was wrong from her question, looked at Professor McGonagall. Before they could speak, Professor McGonagall had already made a decision and said calmly: "Filius, stay here." Look after Morgan and Granger here. Severus, let's go in."

Professor Flitwick was silent for a few seconds, and finally nodded in agreement.

"Professor..." Hermione whispered. .

Professor McGonagall ruffled her hair and said nothing to the two young wizards. Instead, she turned to explain the matter to Professor Flitwick.

Loren also felt something strange in his heart. He looked up at Snape, only to see him curling his lips in disgust.

"..."

Everything that makes you moved is fake and cannot move you at all!

"I'll go first." Snape was probably not used to this kind of situation. He waved his wand quickly and turned into an afterimage and rushed into the barrel.

"It makes me look like a bad guy, can I show it to you?" Daisy muttered dissatisfiedly and poured a glass of mead into the barrel.

A golden flame rose from the barrel, burning slowly and quietly, illuminating a small area around it with a soft glow. Snape's face emerged from the flames. The mature face was undergoing a strange change. The frame and facial features were gradually shrinking, and the loose skin became tight... The entire face returned from mature to immature, and gradually turned into a larger-than-life figure. Loren and Hermione were still small children.

……

Cokeworth, Spider End.

The riverside of Spider Tail Alley is always littered with garbage. However, there is a rare piece of pure land in the arms of the wide river. It is guarded by a tall tree. On the thick trunk, the scorching sun cannot penetrate the thick leaves. , leaving only large, cool shadows.

There is a swollen cavity at the root of the tree, which is cool and dark. In the memory that has not yet been born, it is a place that can isolate all worries.

Snape stared blankly at the strange and rugged lines in the tree hole, unable to believe that fate would be so kind to him.

He reached out and touched the cracked tree. It was hard, rough, and had some fine powder. His eyes stayed on his hands, which had not yet been treated with the callus marks left by various medicinal materials. The most important thing was that these hands were very small.

Snape took a deep breath. The deep woody fragrance was mixed with moist water vapor and the fishy smell of moss. It was so beautiful that it was unbelievable.

A loud voice suddenly came from outside the tree hole:

"Freak! Don't run! I'm going to tell mom you're a freak! You're a freak, Lily!"

Snape got out of the tree hole and saw a dark red-haired girl being chased to the tree hole in a panic. She had light skin and spots with freckles. The most important thing is that the girl had a pair of dark green eyes.

He glanced at Penny who was chasing him with the eyes of a student. Maybe it was because his eyes were very oppressive, or maybe it was because he was wearing an unusually big coat and had dirty hair. He looked very weird. In short, he was frightened. Penny turned and ran.

Snape stared deeply into those eyes. Lily seemed to have said something, but he didn't hear anything.

Follow the rules of time and don't change anything.

The tall trees were reflected in Lily's eyes, full of green. Snape bent down and broke off a blade of grass from the ground, and used his magic power to turn the blade of grass into a bird according to his ideas, which flapped its wings and flew to her hand. superior--

"That's it."

Professor McGonagall shook her wand to disperse the flame that was burning quietly on the barrel. It was just a flame showing an image and was extinguished easily.

"Filius, the original plan remains unchanged. You stay here to look after Morgan and Granger." After Professor McGonagall said these words to Professor Flitwick, he turned around and waved his wand, turning into an afterimage and disappearing. In a wine barrel.

"That's Harry's mother, right? Professor Snape..."

Although the face was different, the dark green eyes were almost the same. Even though she heard Loren mention some things from that year, Hermione couldn't help but widen her eyes when she recalled the image she just saw.

Loren shook his head and said in a deep tone: "For the sake of future Potions lessons, I think it's best for you to forget about this."

Professor Flitwick on the side ignored the gossip discussion between the two, walked towards the long table next to him, and said in a slightly shrill voice:

"Ms. Doddridge, I still have some questions I would like to ask..."

Chapter 349 The inconsistent Daisy

In the simple shack behind the Leaky Cauldron in the early 16th century, Daisy Doddridge, the mysterious bar owner in brown cloth, was drinking and filling himself up glass after glass of mead.

She is neither thin nor fat and has an average figure. Her long-term bar work has made her arm muscles clear, and her skin is a typical Celtic white. Pouring glass after glass of mead into her stomach has not made her face rosy.

The kerosene lamp hung on the wooden pillar in the center of the simple shack burned quietly. This bar still retains some traces of magic. The mottled crystal stone lampshade is fully enclosed, and the flame inside does not require oxygen to maintain combustion.

The wooden pillars of the shack are all the same in thickness and length. If you look closely, you can see that even the shape and position of the wood grains are exactly the same. They were probably made using a copying spell.

Perhaps many things in the front hall of the bar are also created by magic. Even the wine that the guests drank might have been pure water a few hours ago. Those Muggle guests would never have imagined that magic and wizards were exposed to them without any barriers. before……

"I have no obligation to answer your questions."

The bar owner Daisy Doddridge raised her head and looked at the fairy-blooded visitor with a smile and curiosity in her eyes.

"..." Professor Filius Flitwick, the headmaster of Ravenclaw who had been following the principal and vice-principal in the past and had no experience in dealing with similar problems, had a headache, "Ms. Doddridge..."

Why was it that when Minerva was around, you told me everything you knew and tried your best to help, but when you were here, you had a different face? Is it racial discrimination?

"How about one answer for another, you answer one question for me and I'll answer one question for you?"

Daisy looked at him with bright eyes and suggested expectantly, "I know you may have concerns. I'll take a step back. If you encounter questions you don't want to answer, you can have a glass of wine instead."

"Professor, she wants to use alcohol to numb your thinking so that she can extract more information."

Hermione pulled Loren over and hurried over, and the four of them sat on the makeshift long table together.

"Why do you always think of me so bad?" Daisy frowned in distress, and asked as if to vent her resentment, "Is the Leaky Cauldron in your era a synonym for evil? Or was it a gathering of dark wizards? land?"

"This sentence is actually asking about the situation of the Leaky Cauldron in our time." Before Loren and Hermione could say anything, Professor Flitwick shook his head. This professor who was born in Ravenclaw is not everything. Not understanding, he said bluntly, "Ms. Doddridge, we can be more honest and don't have to doubt and test each other like this. After all, according to you, this is not the real history."