The days at Hogwarts

The cold voice came from behind the old armchair in front of the fireplace, but Frank couldn't see the speaker. The strange woman had a ferocious smile on her face, like a hungry snake seeing a plump body. Like a mouse.

Frank's whole body was shaking violently, and what he longed for most now was to return to bed with a hot water bottle in his arms, but his dilapidated body seemed not to obey his orders at all, and he limped into the house.

"Did you hear everything, Muggle?" the cold voice joked playfully.

"What did you call me?"

"Muggle -" the weird woman explained with a sneer, "that is to say, you are not a wizard."

"I don't know what you mean by wizard." As a retired soldier, Frank can remain calm in the face of danger. "I must tell you, my wife knows that I am here. If I don't go back -"

"You don't have a wife."

The cold voice said slowly, "No one knows that you are here, and you have not told anyone that you are here. Muggles, don't lie to Lord Voldemort, he knows everything... knows everything..."

A green light flashed.

Frank Bryce collapsed to the ground. He was already dead before he fell. The expression on his face was a mixture of fear and fear, exactly the same as the Riddle family who died tragically decades ago.

Hundreds of miles away, the boy named Harry Potter jerked awake.

The lightning-shaped scar on his forehead was burning and painful, as if a red-hot iron wire had been branded on it, and the flesh had been scorched. Harry calmed down for a while, sat up from the bed, fumbled for his glasses and put them on, and the scene in the bedroom became clear.

Loren and the twins' beds were already empty, and only Ron was still snoring and sleeping soundly. Harry lifted the quilt and got out of bed while recalling the dream just now.

Downstairs, in the living room, Loren was helping Hermione comb out the tangles in her hair.

Arthur and Percy sat together and read today's Daily Prophet. Percy said something from time to time, seemingly analyzing the international situation.

The bag of Weasley's Wizard Wheezes products was still placed on the dining table. George and Fred lowered their heads and stood in front of Mrs. Weasley - even though they were taller than Mrs. Weasley now, they looked It's like Mrs. Weasley is the taller one.

"...I can return these things to you, and you can continue to do your business." Mrs. Weasley put her hands on her hips and looked up at the twins with some difficulty. Seeing their sudden joyful expressions, she sternly said,

"But you have to make sure you don't get into trouble because of these things. You must let your father review them! In addition, if you get into trouble because of these things in school and I receive a letter of complaint from Professor McGonagall, then you will not be able to get into trouble until you graduate. Don’t do these things again!”

George and Fred's eyes suddenly widened and they looked at their mother in surprise, almost getting carried away with joy.

George said carelessly: "Don't worry, we will definitely not let Professor McGonagall catch us!"

"What?" Molly stared at them.

George and Fred didn't care. They lowered their heads and kissed Molly on the cheek. They raised their hands and cheered: "Long live Mom!"

"Don't think that I will relax my requirements if you do this..." Molly tried her best to keep a serious expression on her face, but she couldn't hold back the smile on her lips.

Harry couldn't help but laugh when he saw this scene, and even the pain from the scar on his forehead subsided.

Chapter 419 Innocent Twins

The Burrow Garden.

The sun was still shining brightly in early August. Fortunately, the scorching heat of midsummer was blocked by the hills and woods surrounding the village, so the sun was not scorching, and it felt warm and comfortable on the body.

Charlie was leaning on the stone by the pond and reading the predictions and strength analysis of the Quidditch finals in the Daily Prophet. When he thought of the disastrous defeat of all three British representative teams, he couldn't help but complain: "It's so embarrassing! "

"what?"

Fred turned to look at him. He and George were discussing how to improve the fake wand.

"I said this Quidditch World Cup, we are so embarrassed." Charlie said with a sad face, "The England team lost to the Transylvania team, ten to three hundred and ninety, and the Wales team lost to Uganda, Scotland were beaten badly by Luxembourg...what a terrible performance."

George waved his hand: "Oh, that was a month ago, Charlie, want to be more open."

"That's right..." Fred agreed, "Think on the bright side, so they can prepare for the next Quidditch World Cup in advance, right?"

"And even if they advance successfully, they will be eliminated by the Irish team. The Irish team's lineup this year is too strong. They defeated the Peruvian team in the semi-finals."

"Do you think Ireland can win the title, Fred?"

"It's a no-brainer."

"But the Bulgarian team has Viktor Krum."

"Krum is good, but he is only one person. The Irish team has seven good players."

"..."

Both teams that can enter the finals have the possibility of winning, and boys at this age are as stubborn as a running Gorgon. The three brothers soon started arguing about which team would win in the end, and no one could be convinced. who.

Not far away from them, Ron carefully looked up around the garden to see if everyone in his family was busy chatting, and then asked Harry in a very soft voice: "You said... your scar is acting up again." , you still dreamed that Voldemort killed a Muggle?"

Loren and Hermione looked up, then listened carefully to Harry's story.

"Yes, in a very old house. As before, he seemed to have some plot against me, but I didn't hear a specific plan."

Harry paused. He actually felt that he shouldn't tell them about last night's dream when he was so happy and content now. He didn't want them to worry.

"Has Dumbledore replied to your letter?" Hermione asked quietly, "You had a dream about Voldemort last time."

"It's been many days and there's still no news..." Harry said sullenly, "Dumbledore probably thinks I'm just a kid and doesn't need to tell me too many things."

This sounds a bit complaining...

Loren glanced at him and suddenly asked: "Did you practice your Occlumency during the holidays? You don't need a wand for this."

Harry was stunned for a moment and opened his mouth as if he wanted to say something, but nothing came out.

Loren said softly: "I think this is the reason why Dumbledore didn't reply. As I said before, you can see information about Voldemort, and he may also see information about you... Now I know that he is planning something about Dumbledore will not tell you the relevant information about your conspiracy."

Harry's brows knitted together.

Occlumency.

Occlumency again.

He didn't believe that he couldn't learn it, so he started practicing this afternoon. Loren and Hermione happened to be there, and he asked them to be professors.

Not far away, Charlie and the twins were having a heated argument, but Charlie soon discovered that he could not defeat George and Fred alone, especially the two younger brothers who were even more annoying than Peeves.

He clenched his fists, resisted the urge to argue with body language, tilted his head, and shouted to the opposite side: "Harry, Ron, tell me, who will win between the Irish team and the Bulgarian team?"

When Ron heard this, he couldn't sit still. He stood up and pulled Harry over to him: "Of course it's the Bulgarian team!"

Harry thought about it carefully——

Well, let's start practicing tomorrow.

……

"Hermione, have you ever considered changing your hairstyle?"

"Just tell me how you want your hair to be."

"How about twintails?"

"No." Hermione opened her mouth and yawned. She had been thinking about which runes to use last night, and she kept thinking about going to bed very late. Loren's birthday was only two days away, and she planned to start making it as soon as possible. "Double The ponytail hangs dangling on both sides and can easily get in the way."

Loren smacked his lips with pity: "How nice are the twin tails..."

"I think short hair is best. It's easy to take care of and it won't get in the way."

After realizing that the hair tie was wrapped, Hermione leaned her upper body back and leaned against him lazily, suppressing the hand that was playing with her hair. "Mrs. Weasley said that if you feel bored, you can go play in the paddock on the mountain. , but Ginny and I don’t want to go, what about you boys?”

"Harry and Ron are going, Charlie, George and Fred, I don't know about the others." Loren squeezed her shoulder, which was thin but not without any flesh and soft, "yesterday I said we were going I have to hurry up and practice Occlumency, but I feel that it is difficult to come to the Burrow as a guest during the summer vacation... I struggled for a long time, and finally decided to practice it after school starts."

Hermione frowned and tilted her head, wanting to persuade Harry, but she also felt that it was really rare to be a guest at the Burrow during the summer vacation, and the Weasley family were very kind to Harry, so they really shouldn't refuse their kindness.

"What about you, do you want to go to the mountains to play?"

"Don't want to go, they just want to go to the paddock for a two-person Quidditch match, and I want to stay in the garden and bask in the sun."

"Ok?"

"Charlie and Ron supported the Bulgarian team, but George and Fred supported the Irish team, and ultimately they decided to use Quidditch to determine who had the right point."

"What?" Hermione didn't understand.

"Whoever wins will show who understands Quidditch better..." Loren spread his hands, and he couldn't explain the logic. "George and Fred are on a team, Charlie and Ron are on a team, and Harry is in charge. Be the referee.”

"..."

The paddock is on a hill next to Stoat Mountain. There are trees everywhere and will not be seen by people in the village below. However, real Quidditch balls cannot be used. If they accidentally fly into the village, then Can't tell clearly.

Ron's old Meteor was too slow and would even be left behind by butterflies on the roadside, so he had to borrow Harry's Nimbus 2000.

After breakfast, Percy and Arthur went out to work together. Harry, Ron, Charlie, George and Fred winked and carried their broomsticks up the mountain.

Bill kept the old furniture at home to help Molly deal with the old furniture that was cleared out of the utility room. Many of the items were from more than ten years ago, and were even older than Percy. Only Bill could help identify them.

Hermione and Ginny were in their rooms, no one knew what they were doing.

Sneaky and mysterious.

The square-shaped mithril containing magic power was placed motionless in a small copper crucible. With the continuous output of powerful flame spells, the metallic color on the mithril gradually turned red until the entire piece was covered with red light. Mithril, the edges and corners on the cube gradually softened and melted, and could no longer maintain their shape.

Hermione held the wand and constantly adjusted the magic supply of the Fire Spell, controlling the mithril in an intermediate state where it was melted but not completely melted, ensuring that she could dip the liquid mithril into it with her special brush and that the mithril would fall on the goblin The words on the silver coin will be finalized within three to five seconds, turning into the rune sequence she designed.

This was a meticulous and laborious job, requiring a long period of maintaining magic power supply and energy concentration, plus feeling the burning flames at close range. After completing the first step, Hermione felt a slight sweat on her forehead.

"Is this what you learned in your ancient runes elective?"

Ginny, who had been watching for a long time, blinked. She had been staring at the flames for as long as it had been burning. She didn't know how to blink or shift her gaze at all. Now there were so many colors in front of her eyes that even Hermione who was nearby couldn't see them. Clear.

"It's not just ancient runes, it also requires some knowledge of alchemy and charms..." Hermione dipped in the thick mithril juice and carefully sketched on the goblin silver coin, even breathing. It's very light and I don't dare to be distracted at all.

"You study so hard just to prepare a special gift for Loren?" Ginny's eyes kept blinking.

"Of course not..." Hermione finished drawing a rune symbol and saw that the mithril in the crucible showed signs of cooling down. She put down the brush and burned the mithril with flames again. She smiled, "It's just that I happen to know these things. Knowledge, so you can use it to prepare gifts... Just like you might be better at Quidditch, and Harry also loves Quidditch, so you can give him Quidditch-related gifts."

"Everyone can give him Quidditch-related gifts..." Ginny muttered, "That's not special at all. Hermione, do you have any other ideas?"

“Whether a gift is special or not does not depend on what it is, but the thought put into it by the person who gives it. As long as you prepare it carefully, he will definitely notice that thought and respond.”

Hermione held her breath and drew a rune symbol on the silver coin.

Ginny thought about the thoughts she had given. She had prepared those greeting cards carefully, and even listened to Luna's suggestions. The result...

Ginny twitched the corners of her mouth. Forget it, Hermione must be more reliable than Luna.

Her eyes slowly recovered and were no longer colorful. She looked closely at the silver coins. They were larger than gold galleons, but definitely smaller than the palm of a hand. The symbols painted on them were even smaller. It was difficult to see them clearly. .

It looked like Hermione was going to draw countless such symbols on it, and Ginny felt her scalp tingle just thinking about it.

Ginny paused, then asked hesitantly: "Does Loren also put so much thought into you?"

"He?"

Hermione couldn't help but laugh, put down her brush and stopped to rest her eyes and hands for a while: "The first time he celebrated my birthday was in the first grade. At that time, we were both freshmen at Hogwarts. I didn't know he had ever been there since. How did you know my birthday..."

The sun has risen in the morning, but it has not yet reached its brightest time at noon. The red-burning mithril emits ripples of radiant heat, causing the temperature near the crucible to rise a lot, making it even warmer than the sun outside the window.

……

Under the tree in the garden of the Burrow, Loren leaned against the tree trunk and squinted his eyes slightly but was not completely asleep. He tilted his head and hid in the shadow of the branches to avoid the dazzling direct sunlight.

He thought about the ominous dream Harry had told him, his thoughts undulating with the waves in his mind.

His long memory could no longer predict many things in this world, such as the werewolf inferi that occurred in New York, or how Voldemort would plan to resurrect without Wormtail...

Charlie returned to the Burrow for the reason of watching the Quidditch World Cup, but he still went out occasionally. It was easy to guess that he was busy with the fire dragon... The time point of the Triwizard Tournament was approaching, which also meant that Voldemort's real The point of resurrection is coming soon.

Although Voldemort's actions could not be completely predicted, a partial foresight was enough to destroy Voldemort's plan and prevent him from being resurrected with Harry's blood.

It's just that Loren has some uncertainty in his heart. He doesn't know whether destroying Voldemort's resurrection plan will also destroy the strange bond between Harry and Voldemort, making Harry unable to completely kill Voldemort...

By the way, the Quidditch World Cup final seems to be unstable... who is causing trouble...

Forget it, this is what Dumbledore should worry about... then just feed the information to Old Deng and see what plans he has.

As a leader of justice, who cares if Dumbledore doesn't care.

Is it me?

Loren thought this, moved his head to a comfortable position, covered his face with a leaf, and wanted to take a nap here.

In the bright summer sunshine, Loren, who was taking a break under the shade of a tree, suddenly flashed a flash of magical brilliance. Accompanied by a loud explosion, the window on the second floor of the Burrow suddenly shook, and with it the entire The Burrow shook.

boom--

The window of the utility room on the fourth floor was pushed open from inside, and Molly, wearing an apron, poked her head out, her face full of anger: "George! Fred! Just because I allow you to tinker with those things doesn't mean you can destroy the house." Exploded!"

Loren, who was hiding under the tree, moved away the leaves and stood up slowly, and met the eyes of the angry Mrs. Weasley. Her expression was a little complicated. After a pause, Loren slightly raised her voice:

"Actually, George and Fred went up to the mountains to play Quidditch and they weren't at home."

"not at home……"