The days at Hogwarts

"Voldemort has regained his physical body and is back."

Nervous murmurs filled the Great Hall, and everyone stared at Dumbledore in horror, with wide eyes, as if expecting him to admit it was a joke at the next moment, as usual.

But he didn't. Dumbledore stood there in silence, waiting for them to digest this shocking fact, until those whispers gradually fell silent:

"The Ministry of Magic doesn't want me to tell you this. Some parents of my classmates may be shocked by what I did. Maybe it's because they can't believe that Voldemort is really back, or maybe because they think I shouldn't tell you this. After all, you are still young..."

Loren looked around. Shock and fear were written on the faces of the other young wizards at the headmaster's table. Except for Slytherin, some pure-blooded people among them were whispering.

"The purpose of the Triwizard Tournament is to enhance and promote mutual understanding among the wizarding community. In light of what is happening now, in light of Voldemort's return from the dead, this connection is more important than ever."

Dumbledore looked around, his eyes sweeping over Madam Maxime and Hagrid, Fleur Delacour and her Beauxbatons alumni, and Viktor Crewe at the Slytherin table. Tom and Durmstrang's classmates, then glanced at the students in Ilvermorny, and finally looked at Principal Fontana and nodded:

“I must explain to everyone here that we will only be strong if we are united, and division will only make us vulnerable... As long as we show unbreakable trust and friendship, as long as we have the same goal and open our hearts to differences in habits and language It won’t be an obstacle…”

Chapter 512 The old man’s nagging

"Some of you in this hall have been directly harmed by Voldemort's murderous hand, and many of your families have been torn apart. I really hope I am wrong, but unfortunately not, we are about to face dark and difficult times again, Please take care everyone..."

As Dumbledore's heavy voice fell, the 1995 year-end party officially came to an end.

The young wizards walked out of the auditorium in twos and threes and headed towards the dormitories of each college. During this period, few people spoke and everyone remained silent, as if they were struggling to digest this unacceptable fact.

Dumbledore sat in his seat and watched them go away. He didn't get much rest last night, and spent too much energy during the day - arguing with Fudge, contacting some old friends in the Order of the Phoenix, and talking to some reasonably sober people in the Ministry of Magic. People talk - he just wants to take a rest now.

He was in an abnormally sleepy state, but not sleepy at all. When he closed his eyes, he could clearly feel countless thoughts rushing through his mind. He probably needs some potion to help him sleep, or to clear his mind.

Professor McGonagall took the initiative to take over part of the work and introduced Mr. and Mrs. Delacour and Mr. Graves into the conference room behind the auditorium. He planned to use them to contact the Veela group in France and the werewolf group in the United States to establish an alliance to jointly resist Voldemort's attack. mutilate.

In the eyes of Death Eaters who advocate pure blood, there is no essential difference between these non-human intelligent creatures and house elves. They are more despicable existences than Muggles and mixed-blood wizards. They must either become slaves of Death Eaters or become slaves of Death Eaters. Toys for bloody games.

Mrs. Maxim and Hagrid had reached an agreement and left together, discussing the list of gifts they would bring when visiting Giant Gugo...

Dumbledore subconsciously laid out the plan in his mind:

On the first day, he sent the fairy fire of Gubrai to arouse their interest.

The next day, I gave him a helmet made by goblins and revealed his intentions appropriately.

On the third day, you can get a large roll of fire dragon skin as a gift...

Giants have weird personalities. You can't give them all gifts at once, nor can you talk to them too much at once. This will make them irritable and those who talk a lot will have murderous intentions.

If they can successfully convince the giants to join the alliance, plus the werewolves led by Remus, the centaurs and Acromantulas in the Forbidden Forest, and... in short, they should be able to win more easily this time.

should be.

When Dumbledore opened his eyes again, the huge auditorium was empty, leaving only a pair of good-looking men and women at the long Gryffindor table. Looking at the two figures, the corners of his mouth curled up unconsciously. He turned around and walked forward with gentle steps.

As the banquet ended, the long dining table became clean and tidy, and the cups, plates, and bowls were moved to the underground kitchen under the magic of the house elves. However, there were still many goblets in front of the two people, and the cups contained strange colors. liquid.

……

"Gurgling...burp..."

Hermione drank a whole glass of specially blended juice in one gulp and patted him on the shoulder angrily, "I told you not to blend so much, but now it's fine. I'll drink it with you if you get in trouble."

She drank another glass of juice, her little face wrinkled up quickly, her teeth chattering with soreness: "Hmm! This glass is lemon juice!"

"Haha..." A gentle laughter sounded.

"!!"

Loren and Hermione turned their heads at the same time.

Dumbledore stood next to the two of them and looked at them with a smile: "Sorry, the drinks on the staff table have been removed. Can I have a few glasses of your juice?"

"You drink, you drink..."

Loren and Hermione quickly handed over a few glasses of special juice and introduced them carefully: "This one is like a polyjuice, which is caman tangerine mixed with apple juice, and this one is grapefruit mixed with pear juice... and pomegranate and... strawberry."

Dumbledore picked up a glass, lowered his head and tasted it carefully, and his troubled thoughts gradually calmed down.

To Voldemort and the Death Eaters, he is the most annoying stone. His existence prevents pure-blood wizards from obtaining the dignity they deserve and preventing pure-blood wizards from becoming the most noble people in the world. He does not despise those people. , few people know that when he was young, he was more extreme than those people for a long time.

To Fudge and his friends, he is an old guy with evil intentions. All his actions are an attempt to seize the highest power of the Ministry of Magic from their hands. Everything about Voldemort is to force Fudge to make mistakes, okay Let him be impeached and removed from office. The same goes for removing the Dementors' control from Azkaban, and the same goes for contacting the giants to form an alliance with many dangerous creatures.

For the Order of the Phoenix and those who believe in him, he is the most solid and reliable backing. He will always stick to the principal's office at Hogwarts, no matter how powerful Voldemort is, no matter how many terrifying conspiracies the Death Eaters have, He would thwart them one by one and destroy their plans.

Maybe they are right, maybe not... He doesn't care what everyone thinks. He just occasionally recalls the long journey of decades. He will also feel tired and will clearly realize what the years have taken away from his soul, and The mark left on his body.

After Dumbledore drank a glass, his breathing became much easier. His nose was filled with the fragrance of grapefruit, and his mouth was filled with the sweetness of honey. The cold juice was like a handful of clear springs in the scorching desert, watering his heart. The heat of the lake makes your brain sink into the cool lake water, and your thoughts naturally disperse and float lightly.

Dumbledore smiled and suggested: "You can put more honey, I like sweet things."

"I like it too." Loren grinned.

"It's too sweet and overwhelms the taste of the fruit," Hermione whispered.

Dumbledore sat down, holding the cup of Caman orange mixed with apple juice. He lowered his head and sniffed, smelling the rich fruity aroma. After a moment of silence, he looked at Loren: "The story of Beedle the Poet with a Hairy Heart brought me great joy." We believe that opening your heart appropriately is the right choice... I have a holiday part-time job that I want to give you. Before that, I can reveal some information. Do you want to hear it? "

Loren and Hermione nodded quickly.

"Ancient Eastern wisdom, there may be a good side to bad things. Voldemort's clever resurrection ritual buried a dozen Libre fireworks in his body, just waiting for someone..." Dumbledore's voice was very soft. , rather than saying it to the two of them, it was more like saying it to myself.

"On the other hand, Cornelius Fudge refuses to believe the news of Voldemort's return. Fortunately, there are still some people in the Ministry of Magic who are willing to believe in me...and my old friends, I hope their bones can still move... The winged messenger lady will deliver my letter to them first, and Hagrid and Olim will also set off as soon as possible..."

The old principal's words were vague. Loren could barely understand 70% to 80%, and Hermione could only understand 30% to 40%. They all knew that Dumbledore's talk was more like sorting out his thoughts.

The two of them vaguely felt that the principal who had been standing behind them was already a hundred years old and had been standing there for decades.

After hearing what he said, Loren glanced at the old principal and asked softly: "Principal, do you have any tasks for us?"

Dumbledore smiled: "I'm worried that Harry will be troubled by what happened last night. I hope you can correspond with Harry more during the holidays and keep an eye on his status for me, okay?"

Hermione nodded with some understanding, her mind still analyzing the information revealed by the principal.

"I'm sorry for letting you two children listen to my nagging for so long..." Dumbledore drank the last glass of special juice, smacked his lips and paused for a moment, "Good night, children, if there is anything I want to say for the last , that is – I still like to put more honey!”

"Good night, principal."

"Have a sweet dream, sir."

Chapter 513 Leaving School

It was already the next morning when I saw Dumbledore again.

Loren, Hermione and other fourth years stood together in the crowded foyer waiting for the carriage to take them to Hogsmeade station. Suitcases were neatly lined up next to them, and owls of various colors stood languidly in cages on the boxes. In this weather, they should be sleeping in shacks.

It is another beautiful and pleasant summer day, and the little wizards can predict that when they return to their respective homes, it will be very hot there, with lush foliage in the yard and on the streets, and colorful flowers in the flowerbeds...

Standing on the steps at the entrance of the castle, looking out at the open space, the green vegetable patches and lush lawns look increasingly green under the sunlight, the scars of the Whomping Willow have become much more pleasing to the eye, and further away are the tall beech trees at the edge of the Forbidden Forest. , a few unnamed wild flowers occasionally broke into sight, making this picture a little more bright.

After Dumbledore's warning last night, the little wizards all remembered the scary stories about Voldemort they had heard from everywhere, and shared them with their friends.

"The old lady who lives next door to me said that the mysterious man hates wizards with impure blood the most. He will sneak into the house at midnight and brutally kill everyone in that family, even the dogs. When the Auror arrives, he will only You can see corpses all over the place!" A young wizard living in the Devon County Wizarding Community said mysteriously. The young Muggle-born wizard next to him was frightened and quickly asked for details.

"How does he know if this family is pure blood?"

"I don't know. That's what those old people said. It might be some kind of magic that detects blood. It's like a looking glass. It makes a sound when it encounters a wizard with impure blood."

"What can we do? Can't the Aurors of the Ministry of Magic catch him before he commits murder?" Colin Creevey sighed.

"Aurors can't resist the mysterious man. Only Dumbledore can deal with him, but Dumbledore can't find him." Ernie MacMillan of Hufflepuff looked at him with pity, "Bless yourself. Maybe the mysterious person will find trouble with other people first."

The Slytherin team was much calmer. After all, their college had the largest number of pure-blood wizards, not to mention that many of their fathers or uncles were Death Eaters themselves. Regardless of whether the news of Voldemort's return was true or false, it would not affect their happy vacation. .

Loren was standing next to them, so he could hear some scattered discussions, such as the two sons of Death Eaters who were talking.

"Draco, do you have any news?" Theodore Nott asked softly.

"No, I didn't have time to write home, I planned to go back and ask." Draco said briefly.

"I don't know if the Dark Lord has made a comeback, but some people have already received the news, such as Principal Karkaroff who escaped in a hurry, Crabbe who acted strangely two years ago..." Theodore Nott said in a tone of voice Indifferently, as if he was talking about something insignificant.

"Oh?" A slightly sarcastic smile appeared on Draco's lips, "Then is your father one of them, Theodore... Nott?"

Nott seemed not to hear the irony in his words and chuckled: "Do you think the return of the Dark Lord is a good thing for the Nott family?"

Draco's eyes moved and he looked at him expressionlessly: "Who knows?"

"..."

Realizing that this man was wary, Nott did not hesitate to pester him. He shrugged his shoulders and walked away to talk to other students related to Death Eaters.

Loren took a curious look and realized that this man had different ideas from other pure-blood wizards. Although he was also a pure-blood supremacist, he did not pursue Voldemort, and his attitude even revealed a hint of rejection.

"It's true, right? The famous Dark Lord has returned to his physical body and is preparing to dominate the magical world again." Draco, expressionless, came closer and asked in a low voice without moving his lips.

Loren also moved slightly to the side and nodded slightly: "After Voldemort's resurrection ceremony was successful, he immediately summoned the Death Eaters through the Mark of the Dark One, and your father was among them."

"..." Draco fell into deep silence and didn't speak for a long time.

Loren teased carelessly, reached out and touched the dolphin pendant around his neck, took out a copper nut and handed it over: "Don't worry too much, think on the bright side, Draco, your father's main concern is Responsible for civilian work, at least that person will not let him lead people to attack the Ministry of Magic. "

"Is this part of your unique way of comforting yourself?"

Draco complained as he took it and looked through it. He found that the style of the copper coins was completely different from the ones exchanged in Gringotts. The side that should have been engraved with the head of the Goblin King was smooth and blank, with only a line of small words on the top. ——"To Draco Malfoy:"

Similar paragraphs usually appear on the letter header, so this side is used when receiving letters, and the other side...

Draco turned over to look at the other side of the copper coin and saw 26 letters evenly arranged along the edge. He raised his head and asked, "Alchemy items for communication? Did you make them? How to use them?"

As expected of Malfoy, who often frequents the Black Magic Items Shop in Borgin and Bock, he is really well-informed. Loren introduced with a smile: "The gadgets I made last semester were perfected again last night. I spelled them well." Inject a touch of magic after your name, enter the message you want to convey, and then inject a touch of magic... I will only give you one during special periods, and you will not be charged for it.”

Draco couldn't help but look back and forth at the rough-made copper coins, and then took a deep look at the wizard of the same age in front of him, his inner admiration unspoken.

Most wizards in the world rely on owls for communication, but the magical world is not without remote instant communication. Alchemy items are mostly made of precious materials and ancient alchemy. The process is complicated and the price is high. Only a few have noble status. , Only those with rich wealth own one or two pieces.

The copper coin in his hand is obviously crudely made and low-cost. If it can be mass-produced and promoted around the world, it will replace the owl in a few years... It is completely foreseeable that his wealth will exceed the century-old accumulation of many pure-blood families!

Putting aside his wandering thoughts, Draco quickly typed Loren Morgan's name on the tiny copper keyboard, pressed a few letters at random and sent it, then stared at him with burning eyes.

"If you send too many spam messages, you will be blacklisted by me..." Loren took out another copper nut from the pendant and explained it while showing it to him, "There are also restrictions on the scope of the message. It is best to be in Britain." Within the territory, some closed spaces with powerful defensive magic will also have an impact on communication..."

Draco thought for a while and couldn't help but say something more: "Is there only Copper Nut? Why not make it with Gold Galleons? Silver Sicor can also be used if it doesn't work..."

"It would be nice to have Copper Nat, and you chose..." Loren turned around and left before he could finish his words, with a look of disgust on his face.

Chapter 514 Going Home

"Repay the gold galleons, Silver Sickle, do you want the special edition of the goblin silver coins for Hermione and I..."

Loren muttered under his breath and returned to the Gryffindor team, only to find that Harry was conspiring loudly with Neville, asking him to pay attention to asking for information from the Auror parents, and to keep in touch during the holidays, preferably every week. Neville listened carefully to Harry reciting the names of the Death Eaters, holding the memory ball in one hand with a serious expression.

"Lucius Malfoy, MacNeil, Avery, Nott, Crabbe, Goyle..."

"Loren! Loren!"

"?"

Why am I still there?

Loren was stunned for a moment and looked over in confusion.

The tan-skinned Piccolo Graves showed a matte texture in the sunlight. He hurried up the stone steps to the castle foyer. Behind him at the end of the field, Loren could see the bright yellow school bus. After putting up the stop sign, Principal Albert Fontana stood at the door of the car, urging the little wizards of Ilvermorny to get in the car as soon as possible.

"Loren, Harry, Hermione and Ron..." Graves walked closer and shook hands with several people one by one. "I hope we can meet again. I have gained a lot from dueling practice. Loren, I hope I’ll have another chance to see your wonderful spells in the future, Hermione, your transfiguration is an eye-opener for me, and Harry, I won’t be so embarrassed by your disarming spells next time we meet.”

Graves paused as he spoke, looked at Ron's eager eyes, and couldn't help but feel happy: "Your ingenious tactics are also very exciting."

"Hehe..." Ron smiled contentedly, showing his front teeth silly.

The sharp whistle sounded quickly, and Graves turned around and strode towards the school bus that was about to start in Ilvermorny. He waved to them without looking back, "Goodbye, everyone. I'll see you this time." Very pleasant!”

"I have to say goodbye to you too, Harry, Loren, Ron and Hermione." Fleur Delacour came over with a gentle smile, and even kissed Ron's cheek as she greeted them one by one. Cheeks, "Gabrito, I say goodbye to you and thank you for taking care of me during this time... We will see you again soon. I hope to find a job here and improve my English."

"Your English is good enough." Ron said in a daze.

Fleur looked at his silly look and laughed: "Goodbye, everyone!"

In the open field, the sturdy rune horses stretched their wings. Hagrid was helping Ms. Maxim put the saddles on the two horses. Beauxbatons' carriage was about to set off.

Her back running along the lawn towards Madam Maxime attracted the attention of many little wizards. Her long silver hair rippled like waves in the sunlight, making people involuntarily happy.

Loren watched her go away, and when he admired her carefully, he let out a tut-tsk sound of admiration.

Hermione glanced at him: "Does it look good?"

"Good-looking." Loren nodded calmly, "The head is small, the neck is slender, the body is even, the body lines are smooth, and the proportions are appropriate."

"..." Hermione was silent for a moment, and her comments were professional and non-subjective. For a moment, she couldn't find anything to refute or despise.