The days at Hogwarts

Loren nodded, "However, if the four of them cooperate closely and add the death curse that has been spread, it's not impossible to fight, right?"

Daisy glanced at Loren's expectant expression and shook his head: "The experience of the Immortal has made them cooperate more closely. Not only that, there is a certain difference between the Death Curse that has been circulated and the magic used by Merlin to kill the Immortal. The magic is the four founders, and their magic is still some distance away from Merlin."

"The most troublesome thing is that the immortals who have been imprisoned for hundreds of years gradually fall into madness. In order to break through Merlin's time and space blockade, they try all kinds of forbidden magic on themselves and others, making the entire alien space a mess... They are in a strange place. The four founders of the environment were no match at all, so they could only support themselves hard and eventually fled."

"Ah, you can't beat them at all..." Loren muttered in a low voice, "I thought they could slowly annihilate these people with the help of friendship bonds or something, but in the end they also lost in the combination skills..."

"As I said before, no matter how great the wizard is, he is still a human being..." Daisy didn't have much worry on her face. She knew how things would develop. Justice would eventually defeat evil.

"After returning to the real world, the four founders woke up and could not confront the immortals head-on. They once again found the goblin king Legnac I, and with his help used Ravenclaw's crown, Hufflepuff The golden cup created a magic——

Using Ravenclaw's diadem to absorb the twisted and crazy consciousness of the immortals, and then using Hufflepuff's golden cup to obliterate them, this plan continued for many years and finally achieved complete victory. They never dreamed of any absurd scenes again, and the vessels used to explore dreams no longer connected to different spaces. "

Loren knew that things were not as simple as Ms. Doddridge told. The four founders completed the unfinished work of Merlin and Fairy Morgan. Judging from the path and method they chose, the four people made a new breakthrough in the magic of the soul. path of.

Ravenclaw's control of wisdom, Hufflepuff's unique gentleness... I just don't know what role Slytherin played in it.

As for Gryffindor?

Perhaps the goblin king Ragnak I was invited again.

"That is to say, the four founders failed to go to the different space to confirm the results of the victory..." Loren carefully sorted out what she said, "This method of handling is very smart and very Slytherin, but they cannot take the initiative to go deep into the different space. , no one knows the real situation... The Immortals are a group of scheming people."

Loren said, his tone gradually became serious unconsciously, and there was some worry on his face.

The main reason is that there is a Dark Lord in the real world, who may collude with the Immortals at any time and create a big trouble for the world... When the time comes, Principal Dumbledore will be the only one to rely on, and Loren is worried that he will not be able to withstand it.

After all, even Merlin and the four founders couldn't completely deal with those guys...

Daisy shook her head and explained: "It's just that there was no way to confirm it at the time, and Ravenclaw and Slytherin couldn't completely feel at ease... Later, they studied magic intensively, and in their later years, they learned about the astrology left by Fairy Morgan. Records, they once again opened the passage to another space."

"The immortals' minds have completely disappeared. They used their remaining bodies to leave a curse before they completely decayed. They said that the curse would cause Muggles and wizards to suffer a disaster more serious than that of the immortals in the future."

"If they were unable to cause such a disaster during their lifetime, then this curse sounds like an incompetent roar before death..." Loren said in a relaxed tone, his hanging heart falling back into his stomach, "And it's so far away from that Nearly a thousand years have passed, and the world is still in a good place."

Somewhat strangely, Daisy did not agree with him, but quietly drank a glass of wine: "They did set a curse, and they calculated the four founders."

"Huh?" Loren looked at her in shock.

"The immortals anticipated that the four founders would return to another space, so they hid their most vicious magic that pursued immortality in an imperceptible way, attached it to Ravenclaw's crown, and returned to reality. After the world, quickly disappeared and lurked.”

Daisy recalled his experience that year, "A few centuries later, this magic was obtained by an evil wizard. He spread the Black Death in an attempt to realize the mystery of immortality in endless death."

"The Black Death..." Loren opened his eyes wide and breathed a sigh of relief. He glanced at Daisy quietly and said tentatively, "I remember that Nico Flamel seemed to have solved this trouble..."

Loren said, suddenly stopped, a little stunned.

Daisy almost combed through the magic epic in front of him, and all the doubts that had arisen from studying the history of magic were answered. For example, why ancient magic was lost and disappeared, and the mystery of the fate of the immortals...

However, with the appearance of Nico Flamel, more doubts arose in his mind.

If the magic of immortality was destroyed and banned, where did the method of using the magic stone to refine the elixir of life come from?

Who is Abraham? Is he a former immortal?

Is it a good immortal who chooses self-understanding, or an evil immortal who participates in ruling the world?

What role does Mr. Nick Flamel play in this history?

Finally, Loren raised his eyes and looked at the creator of the Leaky Cauldron, Ms. Daisy Doddridge. Why was she, a 16th-century person, here?

"Yes, the magic left by the immortals has caused big trouble to this world... But looking at the entire history, the Black Death is only an insignificant page or two. Mr. Nico Flamel and the former Merlin, the former Hogg Like the four founders of Woz, he finally solved this big problem."

Daisy didn't seem to feel Loren's probing gaze, or she felt it but didn't care, "But that doesn't mean we are safe... After the Black Death, Muggles seemed to have broken free of the shackles of restraint and used They developed at an unprecedented speed, and by my time they had become the masters of the world."

"It sounds like...the Black Death is not a more serious disaster than the immortals, right?" Loren frowned slightly, "And did the four founders just let go of the curse? According to Slytherin. Winclaw’s character, even if he thinks the curse is an incompetent rage, he will check it carefully, right?”

"In fact, Slytherin did use prophecy to glimpse the truth of the curse..." Daisy looked slightly dazed. After half a minute, he slowly came back to his senses and said in a deep voice with sharp eyes,

"That curse is a war that is destined to happen, a war in the distant future, a war between wizards and Muggles!"

"What do you mean?"

Daisy said calmly: "Mr. Morgan, do you think Muggles and wizards can coexist harmoniously?"

"Should..." Loren thought carefully, but couldn't come up with any definite answer.

Dumbledore once asked him a similar question. At that time, he believed that the magical world was destined to be impacted by Muggle society, and wizards were destined to be transformed by Muggle ideas...

Looking at this issue now, I have new thoughts.

Any impact on transformation will produce conflict and resistance. If the resistance of wizards causes real harm to Muggles, and if the conflict continues to escalate...

"When I was young, I saw many tragedies between wizards and Muggles, so I built the Leaky Cauldron. I didn't have any too unrealistic delusions. I just wanted to allow wizards and Muggles to coexist harmoniously in this bar... …”

Daisy looked back at the bright lights in the front hall of the bar and said sadly: "But that's just a wish, there will only be one winner in the war...

If the wizard wins, Muggle blood will be imbued with magic, and the contract will make them slaves as lowly as house elves. If the Muggles win, the magic of wizards will be regarded as original sin, and wizards will need to endure various cruel punishments to atone for their sins. "

"This is just the worst case scenario..." Loren opened his mouth, but his words were not convincing at all.

Even in a world without magic, human beings will be divided into different camps just because of different skin colors, and violence and conflicts will never stop. Even in the 21st century, some people will still launch wars in the name of ethnic conflicts and massacre women and children of the other side without restraint.

War is an eternal theme in human history.

Chapter 353 Return to reality

Loren suddenly understood why Slytherin had conflicts with several other founders in his later years and was so hostile to Muggle-born and half-blood wizards.

If there is destined to be a war between Muggles and wizards or the wizarding world, Muggle-born and half-blood wizards will only increase the enemy's power.

In the book "Hogwarts: A School History", the death times of Godric Gryffindor, Rowena Ravenclaw, and Helga Hufflepuff are clearly recorded. There was only Slytherin. After the construction of the Chamber of Secrets was completed, he left Hogwarts Castle and disappeared...

Cultivating basilisks, studying ancient magic, building chambers of secrets... What preparations did Slytherin make for that war in the distant future, and how many back-ups did he lay down?

Loren exhaled softly, and just when he was about to ask the rest of the matter, the wine barrel not far away suddenly began to vibrate slightly.

Loren and Daisy both looked towards the wine barrel. The barrel made of spliced ​​oak boards was shaking on the ground. Crystal golden light dust spurted out from the mouth of the barrel. Mixed with the golden light dust, a wave of The bright crimson magic power began to flash regularly, rapidly decaying at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the crimson color gradually disappeared into gold.

The magic power of the magic stone has been exhausted!

……

In 1971, Hogwarts Castle, in the freshman team in front of the main guest seat in the auditorium, the eleven-year-old Snape lowered his eyes slightly and watched the dusty and cobwebbed Sorting Hat put on one after another. freshmen's heads, leaving dirty marks on their hair.

Snape pursed his lips and looked sideways at his hair that he had just washed today, feeling hesitant in his heart.

It was really strange. He clearly remembered that he was standing in the same position twenty years ago. Although he couldn't recall what he was thinking at that time, he certainly didn't dislike the dirty Sorting Hat.

What were you thinking about at that time?

Are you looking at the professors at the guest of honor, coveting the various delicacies on the long table, looking at the little wizards of Slytherin, silently praying that the Sorting Hat can sort you into the glorious Slytherin house?

He can't remember clearly...

Snape's eyes were dark and constantly changing.

Potter and Black were already mingling in the front row. They were trying to provoke the eleven-year-old Remus Lupin. He was somewhat silent. They tried to provoke him to speak, even if it was a curse.

Snape remembered that it was this year that a Whomping Willow was transplanted outside Hogwarts Castle, which had been established for nearly a thousand years...

Suddenly, the pupils in Snape's eyes contracted violently, and a suction force beyond the real world enveloped him. It seemed as if an invisible hand reached into his head, grabbing his soul that belonged to the future and dragging him outward.

"Is it time?"

Snape felt a little regretful, but also felt relieved.

"Lily Evans!" the branch professor shouted from the front.

A girl with dark red hair pushed through the crowd, trotted forward excitedly, and put the Sorting Hat on her head.

Snape's gaze passed through the gap between the crowd and stayed on Lily's smile, but her eyes were blocked by the Sorting Hat. Snape could only recall those dark green eyes in his mind. Fortunately, he has already seen them these days. I have seen it many times, and the picture emerged without much effort——

"Gryffindor!"

Eleven-year-old Lily Evans happily took off the sorting hat, glanced at the Gryffindor table, and quickly looked for the face of her friend. She waved to him happily and saw the smile on his lips. He was moving, but he was too far away to hear what Sif was saying.

She squinted her eyes to identify the shape of his mouth, and vaguely saw that he seemed to be saying:

"We'll see you again, I promise."

Lily tilted her head, "Sif, that's strange. Of course we will meet again. We go to a magic school and see each other every day."

……

One weekend in the winter of 1982, it was time for activity week again at Hogwarts.

At the door of the Paddy's Cafe on Hogsmeade Street, the already elderly Professor McGonagall glanced at the young wizards who were dating in the cafe from a distance, unwilling to go in at this time.

It was here that Elphinstone proposed to her for the first time, but she refused at the time.

Professor McGonagall withdrew her gaze and dragged Elphinstone away quickly: "No, no, if the students see it, I won't have to attend class in the future."

Elphinstone couldn't help laughing: "Oh, please believe me, Minerva, your level of transfiguration is enough to teach these students... After all, every weekend, I can always hear you complaining about "Transfiguration Today" Errors and omissions in the technique.”

Elphinstone paused. Since getting married, he always felt that his wife had become more mature, and her magical attainments and academic level far exceeded his own.

It's strange, why didn't I know Minerva was so powerful before...

"By the way, would you like to send the errors and omissions you discovered to the editor of "Transfiguration Today"?"

"Oh no, I'd rather do some sewing at home..." Professor McGonagall's voice suddenly weakened, and something seemed wrong on her face, especially since she shook a few heart-wrenching times.

Elphinstone supported her worriedly: "What's wrong with you, Minerva?"

Professor McGonagall came back to her senses, shook her head with a smile, and said, "I want to eat the caramel pudding you made."

"Oh, of course, I'll do it right away..."

……

Located in the Leaky Cauldron Bar in a different space before everything begins and after everything ends, in the small courtyard behind, Daisy holds a wine glass in both hands, looking up at the golden sands of time where the crimson magic entangled in the sand is slowly precipitating, golden. The red light and shadow shone on her face, making her look faintly bright and moving.

"The time has come..." Daisy murmured softly.

She actually wanted to talk about Slytherin's subsequent arrangements, how she came to this alien space, and how she accepted Slytherin's instructions.

Most importantly, she wanted to tell the descendant of Morgan that Slytherin was not just favoring the purebloods, but that he had listened to Gryffindor's ideas and the advice of several other close friends.

But the time has come, the time has come, and Daisy Doddridge has never been a big figure in the history books. She is just a narrator. She has already told the most important stories in history.

As for the prophesied descendant of Morgan, the mission he shoulders and his future choices... are all up to him to explore and find.

Just as Merlin came into being in the Dark Ages, the four founders who came later ended history and opened a new era, and Nicolas Flamel took over the mission of history, each era has its own mission...

Loren, who was sitting next to him, watched as the golden sand and stones spewed out of the wine barrel were suspended in the air. Each particle turned into the size of a meteorite, dragging its golden tail of light, flying and circling, rising in the process. A strange fluctuation gradually enveloped him.

In fact, he still had a lot of questions in his mind that he wanted to ask about, about who Abraham was, about what Slytherin did, about why the bar owner was here, about Nico Flamel...

Loren withdrew his gaze and stared at the turbid mead in the wine glass. He suddenly felt a little irritated. He looked up at Ms. Doddridge and whispered: "The wine in our time is no longer turbid. How about asking you to try it if you have a chance?" "

Facing the child's gaze, Daisy smiled and nodded, thinking silently: Of course we will meet again.

The Sands of Time rotated faster and faster. Daisy picked up the wooden wine glass and sniffed it. Suddenly he remembered something, looked at Loren and asked: "You and this little witch still have the smell of mandrake. Are you... Practicing Animagus, right?”

Loren was stunned for a moment: "Yes, yes..."

"Fairy Morgan doesn't need to practice Animagus, remember, she can transform into various animals?" Daisy said.

Loren opened her eyes wide and asked, "What?"

Before Daisy could answer, invisible fluctuations enveloped him, and some unspeakable secret barrier blocked his connection with the outside world. The sounds in the vestibule of the 16th-century Leaky Cauldron grew fainter, the scent of mead grew fainter, and the lights in the hayloft grew dim.

All sights, sounds, and smells disappeared together, leaving only the sands of time trailing in brilliant golden light.

They float in a place with no direction, no sky and no ground. Hermione was floating aside, and Professor Flitwick was lying on his back. The two of them woke up from their drowsiness and looked at Loren with some confusion. Professor McGonagall and Professor Snape could be faintly seen ahead.

The golden stream of light suddenly became more dazzling, and a strong sense of weightlessness came. Under the influence of some kind of traction, they flew forward at an alarming speed...

I don't know how long it took, but Loren felt that the flight had stopped. The light of the real world shone in again, and chaotic and noisy sounds flooded into his ears.

The golden hourglass fell to the ground and made a crisp sound, like the static world restarting, the world suddenly became active. Then there was the sound of bricks and stones splashing on the walls of the bar. At the door, a middle-aged witch wearing a pointed wizard hat was overturned by the air wave and fell next to a wizard wearing a wide cloak.

Everyone quickly realized that they had returned to the real world, exactly the moment after they left.

Professor McGonagall waved her wand, and in the blink of an eye a thick stone wall rose around them. She said calmly and in a deep voice: "Severus, take Morgan and Granger away!"

Loren and Hermione felt Professor Snape pull them roughly, their eyes blurred, and then they were squeezed into a narrow rubber tube. After a strong feeling of suffocation, they appeared in a field of ice and snow. .

Loren and Hermione gasped for breath and recognized that they were on the path between the gates of Hogsmeade and Hogwarts Castle. There should be anti-Apparition magic in the school. Pu sent them here.

"Go back to school to find Dumbledore and tell him what happened today!" Snape said coldly and disappeared in an instant, leaving only the crackling sound in the air.

Arriving outside the familiar campus, although the three professors were still in Diagon Alley, their hearts had calmed down.

With the strength of the three professors, even if they were in danger, they could leave as quickly as before.