The days at Hogwarts

Loren smacked his lips in amazement. As expected of a giant with blood in his veins, he took an impact that almost broke the tree, yet he was totally unharmed.

"Charlie's friend brought the box to me and said he was almost caught by Professor McGonagall..." Hagrid walked into the room, his voice penetrating the wooden house, a little dull.

He came out again soon, taking off the giant crossbow and quiver from his body and leaving them in the house, holding Loren's small box in his hands.

"I knew you were going to be put in detention, so I asked Professor McGonagall to bring you over." Hagrid handed the box to Loren with a smile.

No wonder this detention was so strange, suddenly transferred from Filch to Hagrid.

Loren reached out and took the box. After all, it was his first alchemical work, and it felt great to get it back.

"Charlie's friend also said something about Norbert, the dragon, when he brought the box back."

"They said that even the Romanian researchers might not be able to hatch a dragon so smoothly and keep it so healthy." Hagrid tried his best to divert the little wizard's attention away from the mysterious man. That was not something they should be concerned about.

No one wanted to talk about the dragon again. Harry looked straight at Hagrid. "Remember what you said the night we first met?"

That night, Hagrid taught the Dursleys a lesson and revealed some things about that year to Harry. He told Harry this.

"Some say he's dead. I think that's pure nonsense. I'm afraid there's not much humanity left in him, so he can't die."

Loren, Hermione and Ron were standing nearby, listening to the shocking news in silence, trying to reduce their presence and wishing they could put on an invisibility cloak.

"Don't pay attention to what those centaurs say, they only care about the moon in the sky." Hagrid wanted to laugh and not talk about it.

"Hagrid, you know Snape is trying to get the Philosopher's Stone!" Harry didn't want to listen to these nonsense anymore, he made things clear, "Voldemort is his master, he wants to use the Philosopher's Stone to resurrect himself."

"That's enough!" Hagrid was angry with himself. "This is not something you should get involved in. Fluffy has levels set up by various professors. Professor Snape is also involved. He is not that kind of person."

"As for Voldemort, you first-year wizards don't need to worry about him. Dumbledore will deal with him."

Hagrid always believed in Dumbledore. As long as he was there, no one could invade Hogwarts.

As the two shouted angrily, the atmosphere became stagnant. Moonlight emerged from the dark clouds, and the breeze blew their hair.

Reaching the foyer, Hagrid turned back.

Loren and the others stood on the steps, watching Hagrid walking back in the white moonlight, one step deep and one step shallow. The figure of the half-blood giant looked somewhat desolate.

Harry felt guilty about his tone and opened his mouth, but nothing came out.

"Have a good sleep, Hagrid!" Loren shouted in a not-too-loud voice.

"What?" Hagrid asked loudly, turning back awkwardly.

Harry was still in a daze, and Hermione seized the opportunity and kicked him.

Forced to react, Harry waved his hands and shouted clearly, "Sleep well!"

"You too!" Hagrid's voice was full of laughter.

The four little wizards then walked in and into the dim corridor.

Nothing was said, no one apologized, but Harry just felt relieved, and even tonight's experience didn't seem so bad.

Harry wanted to talk about his scar, but the pain he felt when he saw the mysterious man was so severe that he almost lost consciousness.

That mysterious man must be related to Voldemort. The scar hurt when he saw Snape at the opening banquet last time. Harry thought this was also one of Snape's evidences.

But after looking at Loren next to him, he thought that he could only tell Loren about this matter after Snape was brought to justice. It would be better to wait until tomorrow to find a chance to talk to Hermione and Ron alone.

"I still think Hagrid is very powerful. Snape definitely can't beat him." Ron was still marveling at Hagrid's violent fighting posture.

Hermione's face was tense. "We must work harder to practice magic. We can't just run away like we did today."

She and Loren tried for a while, but then gave up.

Loren was also reflecting on it. It seemed that he had not worked hard to improve his strength since he learned the Iron Armor Spell and basic combat skills. Tonight, he didn't even have the chance to stay on the battlefield and fire flares.

"Let's practice dueling with each other in the future." Harry also thought it was necessary. He never wanted to experience the feeling of flying in the air and waiting to die again.

Ron was excited. "How about we set up a dueling club and get other little wizards in?"

"It must be cool to have so many people sparring together."

"Senior students won't want to play with little brats. In the first grade, besides us, the most powerful one should be Malfoy." Loren ruthlessly broke his fantasy, "Do you want to drag him along?"

How is it possible to set up "Dumbledore's Army" in the first year?

In the original book, Harry had enough reputation and was able to form a team under internal and external troubles. Now they are still little brats in the eyes of others, and probably few people will pay attention to them.

"Then us, the dueling society." Ron was still in high spirits, he was keen on this kind of thing, and it sounded cool.

Ron's shadow waved in the light, "Let's come up with a name for our dueling club?"

"How about the Far East Magic Napping Society?" Loren said in a sleepy voice.

“What does ‘Far East’ mean?”

"I can only understand the word magic."

"Sleeping in broad daylight, are you referring to yourself?"

The youthful voices melted into the faint candlelight, illuminating the road in the shadows at night.

Snape was hiding behind the doorpost, his bloodless face and satin robes like marble and shadow, half pale and half dark.

His right hand was clenched, and in his fist was a delicately designed button.

"These students always remind me of my youth, don't you think, Severus?" Dumbledore stood under a lamp, his voice full of laughter.

Snape did not reply.

Dumbledore continued, "Loren is a good student, isn't he?"

I don't know if it refers to students of Hogwarts or something else.

Snape did not answer the question. "Before you asked me to put pressure on Quirrell, did you think about what happened today?"

Even when facing the greatest wizard, he showed a sarcastic smile without hesitation, "Unicorns are friends of wizards."

The dim candlelight cast a faint light behind Dumbledore. His face and beard were in the direction where the light could not reach, and Snape's mockery could be clearly seen.

Dumbledore knew that Snape didn't know that Voldemort possessed Quirrell and hunted unicorns to support his collapsed body.Perhaps Snape thought that Quirrell was trying to gain evil power through the unicorn.

But Dumbledore knew very well that the two unicorns died because of his plan. He did not do anything, had no intention, but just a little careless negligence, and killed the two unicorns.

Silence, a long silence.

A Gryffindor boys' dormitory.

It was already late. After walking a long way tonight, the little wizard was very sleepy. Harry and Ron simply washed up and went to bed quickly.

The silver light passed by, and Loren's consciousness sank into another space.

In the bright library, Flamel, wearing a pair of glasses, was reading "Bel Canto and the Origin of Hymns" like an old scholar.

"I thought you wouldn't come tonight." Flamel had his glasses on the tip of his nose. He lowered his head and looked at Loren through the lenses.

"I think tonight is a bright day on Mars. Do you have anything to remind me?" Loren asked.

"In fact, as I said, all the interpretations can only rely on you. Help from outsiders will lead to errors, and your disclosure of information will bring disaster to outsiders." Flamel said slowly, as if he didn't care.

It was the same as if he hadn't said anything. Loren gained nothing. He exited the Book of Fantasy and disappeared on the spot.

The bright light in the library dimmed, and circles of water-like ripples appeared on Flamel's body, illuminating the surroundings.

Memories surge back hundreds of years; the Black Death, Hebrew scholars, and the Reformation are already distant things in history books.

What was the name of Elizabeth I's sister?

Flamel fell into thought, and the library fell into darkness again.

In the moonlight streaming through the window, Loren looked at the cover of the Book of Abraham in front of him.

The soft and yellowed bark paper, the brass ring reflecting the light, and the imprints pressed on the paper are the same as before.

I opened the title page and saw the same terrifying warning as before. Then I turned to the back pages and saw the swallowing snake on the staff, the snake on the cross, and the snake in the spring. The pictures were also the same as before.

Loren could understand some of the text, which was mainly in Hebrew, but it was impossible to interpret the book based on this. He flipped through the entire Book of Abraham and still didn't find any changes.

I don't know when Neville's snoring stopped, and the even breathing of others also disappeared.

The dormitory, which was originally quiet, became silent unknowingly, and goose bumps quietly climbed up Loren's hands, back, and scalp.

He looked up suddenly, and everyone else in the dormitory was gone.

The color in the empty dormitory was rapidly disappearing as Loren watched.

The yellow patterns on the curtains, the black wooden bed, the white clouds on the quilt, and the silver moonlight outside the window...

Everything in sight was fading and quickly turning black and white, except for the Book of Abraham in front of him.

A great fear enveloped Loren. Magic? When? He didn't notice it at all.

He forced himself to calm down.

It's impossible that this book really changed Hogwarts. With Dumbledore there, nothing can take away the color of Hogwarts.

He didn't feel teleported at all, whether it was Apparition or Portkey, he would feel a strong sense of discomfort. And in Hogwarts, defensive magic prohibited space teleportation.

The most likely possibility is that he was unknowingly drawn into the fantasy world by this book.

If he doesn't wake up, his roommate will notice his abnormality by tomorrow at the latest and seek help from the professor.

No matter what, he is safe now. Loren flipped through the book in front of him, and the pictures and words were still the same as before, without any strange reactions.

Then we should look for the answer in this illusion.

Loren got out of bed and began to explore this strange space.

Wearing slippers, I walked around between the beds in the dormitory. The friction sound of the slippers against the floor was particularly obvious in the silent space.

The dormitory had no other mysteries except the loss of color. Looking out the window, not only the moonlight, but also the distant mountains and forests turned into dead black and white gray.

The area outside the dormitory must be investigated. Loren prepared himself mentally, opened the door of the dormitory, and walked out.

In an instant, the black, white and gray tones turned into colorful ones. The simple wooden door of the dormitory turned into an exquisite door decorated with gold paint, and the single door turned into one side of a double door.

Originally this door was connected to the corridor of Gryffindor Tower, but now Loren entered a luxurious palace lobby.

The hall was covered with white marble and crimson carpets, but it was empty. On the high platform in front was a golden throne.

On the dome, a huge candlestick in the middle emits bright light, matching the four walls and the candlesticks at the four corners, illuminating the lobby without a single shadow.

Looking around, there was no other exit, and the palace lobby was completely closed. He turned back and pulled at the door, but it didn't move at all and couldn't be opened.

Loren didn't want to shout "Is anyone here?" loudly. If there really was someone here, that would be a problem.

All clues point to that throne.

Loren walked quickly forward, climbed the steps and examined the throne.

The exquisite craftsmanship depicts a lion lying down to rest, a girl playing the harp, and a knight carrying a spear and holding a shield.

Rubies, sapphires, and various other luxurious gemstones are inlaid on it, showing the nobility of the chair owner.

The strangest thing is that there is a mirror placed on the throne cushion.

A delicate, half-person-sized mirror.

The mirror faces downwards, and the back of the mirror is also made of gold and inlaid with various gems.

Loren carefully turned the mirror over and wanted to check the surface.

"Cuckoo~"

The clear and strange laughter of a girl suddenly rang out, echoing in the palace.

Loren's pupils contracted. What was reflected in the mirror was not his face, but a girl wearing a crown.

The girl's skin was almost sickly pale, her lips were plump and bright red, and she stared straight into Loren's eyes.

The silent hall, the strange laughter, and the face in the mirror that was not your own.

Everything here stimulates Loren's adrenaline.

Chapter 104 Mary in the Mirror

Cold sweat broke out on his forehead. Loren stood there with the mirror in his hand, not daring to move.

Seeing Loren's frightened and embarrassed look, the girl in the mirror could no longer maintain her weird laughter, and the sharp and sinister "giggle" turned into "hahahaha".

The girl's laughter became brighter and more pleasant, and at least it was less scary.

"Were you just teasing me?"