The days at Hogwarts

If Loren wasn't afraid of getting into trouble, he wanted to throw the mirror to the ground and take out his magic wand to cast [Thunderbolt Piercing] on her.

"No, I am responsible for answering one of your questions." The girl replied, restraining her smile.

Loren could still see a hint of satisfaction from her face, as she showed that she had succeeded in playing a prank. He understood this expression very well.

Loren looked at the girl in the mirror, and the girl looked at Loren outside. For a moment, the conversation could not continue.

After a long while, Loren asked, "What's your name?"

"Are you sure you want to ask this question?" The girl tilted her head and frowned to express her doubt.

The face of the young girl, the expression and posture of the little girl, but Loren always felt that there was some discord between the two.

"No, it's just politeness, asking a stranger's name." Loren slowly put the mirror back on the seat, this time facing outward.

The girl smiled shyly, "You can call me Mary."

"Hello, Mary. I want to know how to leave here?" Loren said as he moved his feet, trying to get out of the reflection range of the mirror.

"That's not a problem. After I answer your question, you can leave by yourself." Mary pouted her lips.

Loren discovered something was wrong. No matter how he walked, he was right in front of the throne, within the reflection range of the mirror.

Looking back, the gate was also directly behind him. So it wasn't that the throne was rotating with him, but that he was standing still.

Loren remained calm and pretended to think, "Any questions are fine?"

Mary looked hesitant and looked down, as if she was flipping through something.

Then she read out word by word with difficulty: "The criterion for judgment lies in your question and my answer. The actions of both parties must be recognized by both parties, that is, to provide effective answers to meaningful questions, but the answers are not result-oriented."

Loren was stunned for a moment. Was this some kind of neat, strict, logical French clause? Was the magic contract so down-to-earth?

In this case, can we burn the CPU of this artificial intelligence?

He thought for a moment and asked tentatively, "What is the last digit of pi?"

"That's not a valid question," Mary replied immediately.

So fast? Loren asked again, "This sentence is wrong, so is the previous sentence right or wrong?"

Mary was at a loss. Loren couldn't see her hands, but she seemed to be counting her fingers and mumbling, "Right, wrong, wrong, right..." She counted one finger after each word.

This scene didn't last long, after a moment.

She lowered her head again and read out the obscure words, "The subject who makes the judgment is contained in the object being judged." She raised her head with a relaxed smile, "The question is meaningless."

Loren felt that this place was not scary at all, and the magical things had more scientific meaning.

He had a bunch of questions in his mind and wanted to test Mary.

As if sensing Loren's ill intentions, Mary shrank back and acted scared. "Don't waste time unless you want to stay here forever."

Loren felt a little regretful as a lot of classic paradoxes had just popped up in his mind.

"How to refine the Philosopher's Stone?" Loren finally remembered that he was interpreting the Book of Abraham.

Mary was about to speak, but Loren remembered the clause he had just revised and added: "Please give me a refining method that is in line with the background of my time, feasible, and does not exceed my ability or violate my moral standards."

“Hehe!” Mary in the mirror looked like an amused little girl. “You said it very well, but I can’t answer this question.”

That's right, if it was really that easy to get the method to refine the Philosopher's Stone, Nico would not have sought help from Hebrew scholars.

Loren then thought carefully about what to ask, so that the answer would be helpful to him and specific and realistic.

How to defeat Voldemort?

How to become strong quickly?

Finally, he said slowly: "I want to know how to use Nicolas Flamel's Philosopher's Stone to restore the werewolf Bates and the blood-cursed orc Nagini to normal human bodies."

"The question is established." Mary smiled sweetly.

The girl's lips slightly pursed up, and the curve became more and more exaggerated. Her laughter became sharper and harsher than before, but Loren could hardly hear it clearly.

The whole space was filled with a buzzing sound.

The mirror began to shake violently, and the palace shook along with the mirror, as if it was about to collapse at any moment.

Crack!

The mirror cracked, the laughter and vibration stopped. Mary in the mirror raised her right hand in front of her eyes, her face gloomy.

It was the first time Loren saw her hands. Her fingers were long and as pale as her face, and her nails were scarlet blood that actually flowed.

Mary's middle finger nail was on the tip of her thumb. The girl's scallion-white fingers, set against the red nails, showed a kind of enchanting beauty. When she snapped her fingers, the nails made a crisp "click" sound.

A drop of scarlet blood broke through the mirror and flew straight towards Loren's forehead.

The world was silent, with only this drop of blood flowing, emitting a strange light. Loren wanted to hide, but his whole body was stiff, and he could only watch the blood fall.

boo~

The blood fell on Loren's brow and made a sound.

Wow!

The whole world shattered into pieces of silver mirror like a mirror.

Loren suddenly opened his eyes!

In front of me is the curtain of a Hogwarts student's single bed. Through the gaps in the curtain, I can see the dark ceiling and the bright moonlight outside the window.

These things were in vivid colors, and I could hear Neville's snoring and the subtle breathing of the other roommates.

Everything that just happened seemed like a dream.

Loren touched his forehead and felt a chill there. His fingertips touched a drop of moisture, but it wasn't sticky or slippery, so it was definitely not blood.

Looking at it in the moonlight, it looks transparent, like a drop of water.

An ancient book from thousands of years ago brought him into a fantasy world without his knowledge, but it could also wake him up with a drop of water in the real world.

What a grand magic this is! Loren was filled with awe.

After thinking about it, there were no new memories that suddenly came into my mind, nor were there any answers to my questions.

Then he silently greeted Mary, saying that both parties agreed that the question and the answer must be true at the same time. He agreed with nothing, could blood be the answer?

Loren enters the Book of Fantasy and wants to ask Flamel if this is normal.

The silver light passed by and we arrived at the bright library again.

"Flamel, I need to talk to you about the Book of Abraham," Loren shouted.

"Didn't I tell you? Outsiders can't help, and you can't disclose information." Flamel's voice came from behind.

"How can an artificial intelligence like you be so unlucky and cursed?"

The first time Flamel heard the term artificial intelligence, he felt it was very appropriate, "Who knows about this ancient magic?"

Loren choked. He couldn't just say that he was poisoned and restarted. "Then can you tell me how Nico interpreted this book?"

"Sorry." Flamel spread his hands.

Chapter 105 Blood Mark

Just like before, there was no answer. It seemed that from the beginning, Nico did not copy the memories of the Book of Abraham and the Philosopher's Stone into Flamel.

Loren could only speculate based on some clues. The girl named Mary and the mirror, these two things themselves hinted at many things.

After opening the Book of Abraham, he first entered a colorless space that was exactly the same as reality. This was a mirror, a reflection of the space he was in.

As he walked out, he walked out of the range of the mirror's reflection, entered the real mirror world, and came to the palace.

When he turned over the luxurious mirror, the girl Mary was in another mirror space.

The mirror where Mary was was completely opposite to the mirror where he was, reflecting each other, so he could not walk out of the range of the mirror.

Until the end, when he and Mary had a conversation and reached some kind of magical contract, the space, or the dream, collapsed and he woke up.

This was definitely not the case with Nicolaus, who could have relayed the content for Hebrew scholars to translate. Nicolaus should have interpreted the content of the text.

Although there was an unexpected change in the interpretation process to him, it did not cause any harm to him. Except for the last scene, he did not feel any malice. From the analysis of the short conversation content, the text is neat and the logical expression is strict, which does not seem to be an attempt to murder him.

Due to the special nature of the book's contents, he couldn't communicate with anyone else, and Nico tried to avoid contact with him because of the prophecy.

Loren's progress in reading the book was interrupted, but his only desire for the Philosopher's Stone came from curing Bates and Nagini. Nico's Philosopher's Stone can also be used to try to cure werewolves and blood-cursed orcs, so the idea of ​​reading the Book of Abraham is not so urgent.

Learn the language in the book step by step, and slowly you will be able to translate the text.

Loren felt relieved, regained consciousness, closed his eyes and slowly fell asleep.

They stayed up too late yesterday, 11pm was after curfew, and they had just started lockdown then.

From Filch to Hagrid, we explored the Forbidden Forest, witnessed a great battle, and then walked back. It was almost dawn when we went back to the dormitory and slept very deeply.

On Sunday, gray clouds covered the sky, brewing a storm, and the air was filled with thick moisture. It happened to be the weekend, so there were no classes.

Loren opened his eyes, waking up from a dreamless night's sleep. Neville and Seamus were no longer in the dormitory, and Harry and Ron were still asleep.

It was almost summer, and Loren had already changed out of his thick sweater and dressed lightly, but the weather was a little chilly today.

He opened the box carefully and took out a shirt to put inside the magic robe to protect himself from the cold. When Grandpa Bates was in London, he bought a lot of linings for the magic robe, and the prices were not cheap.

He stretched and shook his neck to make the clothes fit better. He felt a little sore in his legs and feet. He had walked for almost three hours last night, so it was normal to feel sore.

"Perhaps I should go to Madam Pomfrey and drink some potions."

After filling his empty stomach, Loren went straight to the headmaster's office. He wanted to tell Dumbledore what happened last night, about Voldemort and Quirrell, and about how the centaurs seemed to have deduced from the stars that Harry should die at the hands of Voldemort.

Honestly, the centaurs who have lived in the forest for a long time all know that there is a Philosopher's Stone hidden in Hogwarts. Either Dumbledore spread the news too much, or the centaurs are really good at astrology, which can be seen.

When Ma Ren comes to teach part-time in the future, he will definitely study this course carefully.

Loren came to no avail, and Dumbledore was not there again. I don't know what he was busy with, maybe the principal was on holiday for the weekend.

He turned and walked towards the library, intending to finish his weekend homework.

Along the way, most of the people he met were senior students, all of whom focused their attention on him and moved with him. Loren thought that the incident of deducting points and confinement had not yet passed, and the young wizards would pay attention to him.

This is normal. At least Hufflepuff students will not shout "You are the pride of Hufflepuff" when they see him.

But there were always witches who greeted him with a smile, some he knew and some he didn't.

"Hey! Loren."

"Loren, you look good today."

“This is a great look.”

Loren realized something was wrong after hearing so many compliments like this. He walked quickly into the library and wanted to use Transfiguration to create a mirror to see if there was anything wrong with him.

He immediately saw Hermione at their usual seat, and his face lit up with joy, now he could ask someone directly.

All Hermione saw was Loren, who came in quickly with his head down and sat down next to her.

The boy was wearing a clean black magic robe, and through the collar one could see his brand new white shirt, the fabric looked very soft and emitted a faint reflection. He had red lips and white teeth, a barely visible smile, and a red mark between his eyebrows that made people unconsciously focus their attention on his face.

This seat was by the window, and the sky outside the window was dim, making it hard to tell whether it was morning or approaching dusk. But Hermione felt that when Loren sat next to her, it slightly illuminated the place.

"Hermione, is there something wrong with me? They're looking at me weirdly." Loren leaned in and whispered.

Hermione felt that Loren's breath was too close, making her feel a little itchy. She moved aside a little and said in a low voice, "There is a red spot between your eyebrows."

"Red dot?" Loren suddenly remembered the blood that dripped on his forehead last night.

He took a book, transformed the cover into a mirror, and looked at his changes.

His eyes were focused on the center of the eyebrows. The red mark was not the color of scarlet blood, but a little lighter than blood, red but not bright.

I rubbed it with my fingers a few times, but it didn't come off, and there was no raised feeling, it was like a mole between the eyebrows.

Loren felt his magic power, and it was the same as before. Except for the red marks, there was nothing wrong with his body.

Hermione looked at Loren unconsciously, watching him move his brows, "Didn't you put it there? Could it be a prank?"

"No."

Loren kept rubbing the red mark, but there was no change for a while, so he gave up. Anyway, he didn't find any harm, so he planned to go back to ask Flamel in the evening, or wait for Dumbledore to come back and let him take a look.

He shifted his attention from his brows, and only then did he see his full appearance in the mirror. His face turned pale, and the color of his lips became much darker. He didn't know if it was an illusion, but he always felt that this scene was somewhat similar to the girl Mary in the mirror.

Pretty good looking.

"Wow, so handsome." He praised himself with a smile and casually changed the book back to its original state.