The days at Hogwarts

I didn't tell many people that I would go see Aragog by the way.

"Should we notify Headmaster Dumbledore?"

"Makes sense."

It was warm inside the hut, and Hagrid poured tea for everyone and took out some snacks.

With the comfort of Rockcake, they quickly put aside the matter of the eight-eyed giant spider and talked about some things in school.

Harry told Hagrid that he already knew about the Philosopher's Stone.

Hagrid blamed himself a little. He felt that it was he who revealed Nicole Flamel's name that allowed Harry to find out the Sorcerer's Stone. This was a pity for Dumbledore's trust.

When talking about Snape's attempt to steal the Philosopher's Stone, Hermione secretly observed Loren's expression and was relieved when she saw that he didn't have any special reaction.

Hagrid was a little angry with himself, and said angrily, "Snape would never want to kill a student. Now listen to me, everyone. This matter has nothing to do with you. This is very dangerous! Forget Fluffy, forget the Philosopher's Stone, and never get involved in this matter again!"

Harry kept his mouth shut, and Ron and Hermione didn't mention it either.

Loren took a sip of his tea and said nothing, dying of laughter, if the three of them took a word of this they wouldn't be Gryffindors.

Not talking about the Philosopher's Stone, Hagrid quickly forgot the previous unpleasantness and started talking about the Christmas holidays and how Sirius had asked for his flying motorcycle back not long ago.

"You're going to have an unforgettable Christmas, Harry." Hagrid was happy for Harry.

Harry looked forward to the coming Christmas.

Chapter 66 Friday Night (k)

Chapter 66 Friday Night (4k)

It was around nine o'clock when I arrived at Snape's office and it was completely dark.

The wind outside stopped, and I could see a little moonlight through the window, with occasional streaks of light streaking across the starry sky.

The shoulders of Snape's robe were wet. He must have just come back from outside and hadn't had time to change his clothes.

He was carefully pouring a black viscous liquid from a bottle into another bottle with magic patterns engraved on the body.

When Loren approached, he smelled a foul odor and felt dizzy.

"Stay away, idiot." Snape didn't even look at Loren.

"The venom of the Acromanthus. It's top quality material. One ounce is worth one hundred Galleons." Snape said as he operated. "If I were you, I would extract the venom immediately after the Acromanthus dies."

After Hagrid sent Loren and his group away, he informed Dumbledore and told him about the Acromantula and other people who had entered the Forbidden Forest. Dumbledore and Snape were not there during dinner, and Loren guessed that it was during that time that Dumbledore took Snape to deal with the body and only came back now.

Loren didn't say anything after listening to Snape's words. From his experience as a person with experience, he knew that silence was the best thing to do at times like this.

"This is an old Acromantula, its eyes have faded, it is weak and slow in movement, and it couldn't even trigger the snooper on Potter."

When the eight-eyed giant spider gets older, its eyes turn white, which proves that it is blind. Its body becomes fragile and its strength is insufficient. After being awakened from hibernation, it cannot deal with the prey in the forbidden forest, so it will set its sights on a few young wizards.

Loren also noticed that something was wrong with the spider during the day. The eight-eyed giant spider with a danger level of five X should not be weaker than the troll. It was almost beaten to the point where it couldn't get up by a few little wizards.

Snape poured the venom into another bottle and pointed his wand. Green light patterns appeared along the lines on the bottle. The mouth of the bottle turned into a mouth, tightly closed, and the lips turned black.

"Tell me about the looking glass. How did you lie to your good friend Potter?" Snape thought of Harry's indescribable smile.

Loren looked around, pretending it was nothing serious, and said casually, "I told him it was his mother's, and that's how he became."

Snape fell silent.

Lily, it turns out to be Lily.

Snape habitually wanted to laugh at Harry for being a fool, but when the words came to his lips he fell silent.

Loren asked tentatively, "Professor, I heard that you and Harry's mother were classmates. Do you have any photos of her or anything like that?"

"I feel a little guilty for lying to Harry like this."

It was more than just guilt. If he continued like this, Loren would have to slap himself in the face every time Harry smiled. He came out of the fantasy book in the middle of the night, still unable to sleep with his eyes open, thinking that he was really a piece of shit.

Snape didn't respond to Loren's words and started talking about today's potion.

The private lessons he gave to Loren were different from the potions lessons at Hogwarts. They were completely different in approach: First, you had to identify the medicines and materials, understand the properties of different materials, and then deduce the effects of the potions from the properties.

Compared to the Alchemy textbooks, which start with some simple potions and understand the effects of materials, this method is more traditional and the knowledge system is more obscure.

Loren thought that after all he owed someone money, so he studied hard and tried his best to start earning money to pay off the debt as soon as possible.

"Okay."

As Loren walked out of the office, Snape threw a pendant to him.

Loren looked back and saw Snape standing by the window with his back to him, like a dead tree with only its trunk left. The snow outside the window had stopped falling, and a cold white light quietly diffused through the glass.

……

In an ordinary boys' dormitory in Gryffindor.

Harry was lying on the bed, one hand stretched straight to the ceiling, holding an open pendant with a photo of a little girl in it. The little girl seemed a little surprised that someone was taking a photo of her, but after the surprise, she smiled gently.

There is a line of small words in the lower right corner of the photo.

"Lily Evans, Lily Evans..." Harry muttered silently, full of joy.

Unlike the image in the Mirror of Erised, this time he didn't have to worry about not being able to see it at any time. Harry felt more sad when he looked at the image in the mirror. He missed his parents and the grievances he had suffered over the years. He wanted to tell his parents about it.

The sadness and grievances gradually dissipated after Dumbledore took away the magic mirror. Now when I see the photo of my mother, I feel more at ease and happy.

Loren looked at Harry and grinned foolishly, and felt fulfilled and elevated, and he could sleep well tonight.

"Did you guys sleep?" Ron sounded a little disappointed.

"Asleep." Loren responded quickly.

"Asleep." Seamus also said quickly.

"Me too." Neville followed behind.

"Hey, hey, hey..." This is Harry's voice.

"When I met the Acromantula today, I felt so useless..." Ron continued after making sure everyone was listening.

Today, facing the giant eight-eyed spider, Loren and the other two acted very quickly, only Ron was stunned by the shock.

He has been thinking about this matter since he came back, like a big stone pressing on his heart. His magic has become more powerful, but he is still the same as before.

"Oh." Loren responded quickly.

"I haven't seen an acromantula yet." Seamus was annoyed. Every time he was away, his roommate would do something big and he would always miss it.

"So will you still give us instructions in the future?" Neville was more concerned about this. Every time Ron instructed him, Neville would feel embarrassed.

Ron felt even more guilty after hearing this, "I'll try my best."

"Hey hey hey..."

"Harry that's enough!"

The other four shouted in unison.

……

"I think you are about to start interpreting the Book of Abraham."

Flamel looked at Loren with gentle eyes, with expectations that he could not express.

Loren was still a little confused. "When? I haven't finished learning the languages ​​of several ancient civilizations yet. How do I interpret them?"

"Timing is what matters, not words." Flamel floated in the air, speaking slowly.

Loren nodded. Very good, a unique skill for the old man. The Riddler started again.

He wanted to grab Flamel's hair and ask him what it meant to interpret a book that words are not important. If words are not important, why are you forcing me to learn so many weird things?

Well, if you say so, then so be it. Anyway, I won’t take the blame if the solution is not solved. Life is not easy, Loren sighed.

Be it alchemy or the philosopher's stone, these are too far away from Loren, and interpreting the "Book of Abraham" does not have much meaning for him.

He wanted to know more about how to redeem a desperate soul, so as to obtain the mysterious qualification mentioned by Flamel, and try to heal Grandpa Bates with the help of Nico's Philosopher's Stone.

"Before that, I need you to memorize this passage."

Flamel waved his sleeves, and the colorful lights in the air gathered into a piece of text, about thirteen lines.

Light patterns floated in the air. They were not Latin, Hebrew, or ancient Eastern characters. They were not any of the characters Loren knew.

But the moment Loren saw this text, he knew the pronunciation of every character and the meaning of every word.

[There is no doubt that this is not a boring lie, but the most solid truth

Up is down, down is up, this is the only, unique miracle

One is the origin of all things. Everything in the world is born from this one

The sun is the father, the moon is the mother, the wind is the womb that nurtures, and the earth is responsible for feeding and caring for us.

He is the most perfect father of all things in the world. He possesses the most complete and powerful energy.

To separate the earth from the fire, to separate the fine from the coarse

He can fly from the ground to the sky, and then fall back to the ground, absorbing all the energy from above and below.

This will allow the whole person to gain the most dazzling glory in the world and dispel all the haze and darkness.

He is more powerful than anything, more delicate than anything, and can penetrate everything, even the most solid things.

The world was born

It is this process that produces the admirable miracle.

I am called the Triple Great **** because I possess three qualities of philosophy

That’s the end of the question about how the sun works.

Loren murmured these words, and the light in the air dissipated.

"Just let me read it once?" Loren was furious. How could he memorize such a long passage in one go?

Flamel was not annoyed by being yelled at, "It's all already in your heart."

Loren calmed down and recalled the past. The words just now seemed to be engraved in his mind, emerging clearly.

"What does this mean? What is the triple great ****?" Loren still had many questions and planned to ask them one by one.

Triple Greatness describes a four-character name, which cannot be represented by any other language. It sounds like "Hermes" when translated.

It sounded like the name of a Greek god, but when Loren recited the name, he had a clear feeling in his heart that it pointed to a supreme being, not a Greek god.

This passage seems to answer the question about the operation of the sun, but the reference is very vague.

“Up is down, down is up” sounds like some philosophical concept, but I can’t imagine what it means.

The uniqueness of the birth of all things is a concept that exists in many myths. Whether it is the Western God of Creation or Pangu in the East, it has the meaning of one.

The passage mentions earth, fire, water and wind, which is an ancient philosophical thought that believes that the world is composed of four elements. Some alchemical theories are also based on the cognition of the four elements.

The subsequent mention seems to be about a certain god absorbing energy and creating the world, but the sky and the earth existed before the creation of the world, which is inconsistent with most myths.

The whole paragraph is filled with such specious content, which is impossible to interpret.

Flamel did not give an answer. "This is from the Emerald Record. You must know this sentence to interpret the Book of Abraham."

The Jade Record is the content of a jade slab found in an Egyptian pyramid. The jade slab has been lost in the long river of history, and only various versions of the Jade Record remain in circulation, and it is difficult to tell whether they are true or false.

"But I can't give you any explanation. As we agreed before, you can only explore the contents of the book on your own."

"Only you know what you have discovered. You cannot tell anyone. The content itself is a curse."

Loren looked at Flamel and asked, "Even you can't tell me?"

"Including me." Flamel nodded.

Well, it doesn't matter if you can't understand the text, only the person himself knows what he has interpreted. No wonder only Nico has been able to refine something in history. Loren thinks it's outrageous that this thing can be passed to him.

"Then when do I start?" Loren noticed that timing was important.

Flamel looked at him and said gently, "When Mars is bright."

Loren pursed his lips, fearing that he would lose control and start swearing.

Would you, the riddlers, die if you gave a specific time? Even if you said a certain comet passed by the earth, a full moon night, a solar or lunar eclipse, at least give a clear direction!

What is going on when Mars is bright?