The days at Hogwarts

"No! Fighting! In! The! Infirmary!!" Madam Pomfrey's roar made Lauren's ears buzz.

She separated the two and gave them a severe lesson, but her anger never subsided. When she fed Loren the medicine, she poured the entire bottle into his mouth so roughly and quickly that Loren thought he was almost choked to death.

As Madam Pomfrey slammed the door and left, the ward fell into silence again.

After a while of playing around, Hermione finally remembered to ask, "Loren, how did you appear next to us when we were under the trapdoor?"

"Fox took me there," Loren replied.

Although the phoenix was not seen, the flame and the ability to teleport within Hogwarts Castle were two characteristics that only Fawkes met.

Hermione was very confused when she heard this answer. "If Dumbledore didn't have time to come back to deal with Voldemort, then Fawkes should have asked the professor to help us. Why did he ask Loren?"

Questions were raised and others also realized the problem.

"Tell me, did Dumbledore intend for us to do these things?" Ron said, "Giving you your father's invisibility cloak, and all this."

Harry thought for a moment. "I think he wanted to give me a chance. He seemed to know something about everything, and he knew what we were going to do. But he didn't stop us. He seemed to think that I had the right to face Voldemort if possible."

Harry still had many doubts, such as why Voldemort had to kill him, and why the centaurs in the Forbidden Forest thought that he should be killed by Voldemort...

As Loren listened to the conversation between the few people, he deeply realized that they were not the ones who were kept in the dark and knew nothing.

Being at the center of the vortex, they could clearly sense that something was unusual and could sense Dumbledore's arrangements and plans.

Loren wondered if his desire to avoid everything was right.

Even without his participation, the encounter and fight between Harry and the other two and Quirrell were completely different from what he knew. Whether it was the troll or Quirrell, it seemed that he was an indispensable part of the incident.

Perhaps the growth adventure story of the iron triangle that he knew had already become the story of another big four, with him as one of the protagonists.

Loren put the Bibido strange-flavored beans into his mouth one by one, with a thousand thoughts in his mind.

Suddenly, the snack bag in his hand was taken away. He looked up blankly and watched Hermione take away his snacks.

"You've eaten enough snacks today. We're still in the hospital and should take good care of your injuries." The little witch carefully resealed the bag and put it back on the table at the end of the bed.

Loren looked at Hermione's little face, and the messy thoughts in his mind melted away like bubbles. He took out the pile of cockroaches that he had not finished eating from the side and ate a little more.

Hermione saw that there were only two or three pills left in the bag, so she didn't take any and just let him go.

Loren: "Eat a cockroach pile?"

Hermione: "No."

"Have a taste."

"do not want!"

"Hey, this one seems to be real."

"Go away!"

Before we knew it, the sun had completely set, the sky was filled with night, and the stars and the moon were bright.

the next day.

Madam Pomfrey woke up several people early, checked their bodies, and gave them a bottle of grass-flavored potion.

Harry and Ron finally breathed a sigh of relief after watching Madam Pomfrey leave the ward. An angry Madam Pomfrey was so scary.

Just as several people were complaining about when they could be discharged from the hospital, Madam Pomfrey's voice came from afar, "Someone is here to see you again."

Before he finished speaking, Hagrid came in sideways. His eye sockets were dark, and he probably didn't sleep well last night. His beard and hair were messy and dirty.

"Hello, Hermione, Loren, Ron." He greeted a few people, moved a big stool and sat beside Harry's bed. His huge body curled up, looking a little humble.

"Hagrid, are you okay?" Harry was surprised at first, but seeing Hagrid's not-so-good look, he was a little worried.

Hagrid burst into tears. "It's all my fault. I'm such a fool!"

He covered his face with his big hands, and a voice came out from inside, "I was the one who told that Death Eater how to get through Fluffy. You almost died for a dragon egg."

Big tears flowed through his fingers and seeped into his beard.

Hagrid sobbed and sobbed, "I will never drink again. I should be kicked out and never be allowed to use magic again. I should be a Muggle for the rest of my life."

"Hagrid..." Several people felt uncomfortable and tried to comfort him.

But Hagrid just kept on crying and seemed not to hear them.

"HAGRID!" Harry finally yelled loud enough for Hagrid to hear.

Hagrid wiped his face with his rough hands, snot and tears all over his beard, and looked at Harry with humble eyes. The giant was eager for his forgiveness.

Harry handed over tissue after tissue and said, "Hagrid, he's Voldemort -"

Seeing Hagrid visibly shudder at the name, Harry raised his voice even louder, "He's Voldemort! Even if you don't tell him, he'll find out somehow."

Hagrid's back straightened a little.

Harry softened his tone and said, "I think you like your pink umbrella, don't you?"

Hagrid's eyes widened in surprise.

Harry felt a little proud and a little amused. He had been suspicious ever since he heard that Hagrid's wand was broken.

When Hagrid first met him, his fat cousin grew a pig's tail. When Hagrid was patrolling the Forbidden Forest fully armed, he saw the pink umbrella hidden in Hagrid's coat, which confirmed his guess.

When Hagrid was expelled from Hogwarts and his wand was broken, someone must have secretly repaired his wand. As for who it was, Harry thought he had a guess.

Seeing Hagrid's stunned expression and the tears on his face, Harry thought: What kind of harmful thing could a person like this do? It's all Voldemort's fault.

"Have something to eat. We have all kinds of snacks here." Loren handed over a small pile, then quickly opened a box and started eating.

Hagrid wiped his nose with his hand, "It just so happens that I brought a present for Harry as well."

As he spoke he pulled out a book with an exquisite cover and handed it to Harry.

Harry opened it curiously, and it was filled with pictures of wizards. A man and a woman, and the wizards on each page were smiling and waving at him. They were his father and mother.

"I heard from Loren that you always look at your mother's photo. I sent an owl to your parents' old classmates to ask them for the photo." Hagrid observed Harry's expression and asked expectantly, "Do you like it?"

Harry was speechless...

The warm and boring ward life soon came to an end, and they bid farewell to Madam Pomfrey happily.

On the way back from the corridor to the Gryffindor common room, Harry and Ron walked in front, jumping up and chasing from time to time, venting the energy they had been accumulating for the past few days.

Loren and Hermione were discussing a problem intensely.

Hermione believed that they should respect the faculty and staff of Hogwarts and say goodbye when leaving, which was basic courtesy.

And in Loren's opinion, Madam Pomfrey was the Doctor, and it wouldn't be nice for them to say goodbye, so they shouldn't say goodbye.

The end result was that Loren covered his arm and rubbed the muscles to ease the pain.

In the morning, a group of people said the password in front of the portrait of the Fat Lady and walked into the Gryffindor Common Room. As soon as they climbed out of the hole, they saw Seamus Finnigan staring at them on the bench in the middle of the common room with a burning gaze.

There were many other young wizards in the lounge, also looking at them. In an instant, Seamus raised his hands and cheered, "The warriors are back!"

"warrior!"

Then, Seamus led a group of little wizards and rushed over, intending to surround them.

"Quiet!"

Percy appeared out of nowhere, blocked the way before the crowd gathered around him, and looked at Seamus and the group of young wizards with a stern face: "I have something serious to discuss with them..."

With his status as a class leader, Percy quickly dismissed the enthusiastic group of students and took Loren and his friends to a corner.

"This is the Hogwarts Student Holiday Code of Conduct. You need to sign it and hand it to me." Percy handed them four copies of parchment.

"Code of conduct?"

The four of them looked through the parchment in confusion.

Just like the "Notice to Parents" before the holidays in the Muggle world, this document details what the little wizards should and should not do during the holidays.

But the most important part is the last paragraph:

"Underage wizards are not allowed to use magic outside of school. If they do so, the Ministry of Magic will issue a warning. Repeated offenders may be expelled from school.

(The Reasonable Restraint of Underage Wizards Act, 1875, section 3)

(International Statute of Wizarding Secrecy, Article 13)

Ministry of Magic

Office for the Prohibition of Misuse of Magic

Hermione's nose turned red, and she looked aggrieved. She planned to practice magic for the next school year in advance during the holiday, and use magic to help her mother with housework so that they could also experience the convenience of magic.

But now all these plans have come to nothing.

Harry's face wasn't looking good either. He had always wanted to use magic to teach the Dursleys a lesson, but now he couldn't do that.

But he quickly remembered that he would be with Sirius during the holidays and would not see the Dursleys at all, and he became happy again.

Chapter 112: Trace

Loren stared at the parchment in a trance. The ordinary parchment looked different in his eyes.

The paper surface was emitting a hazy mist, and the words on it were flowing with magical light patterns.

This is a magic contract. When the little wizard signs his name, it means that the contract is signed and the contents of the contract will take effect.

One party to the contract is the young wizard, and the other party is the Ministry of Magic.

According to the above regulations and rules, after the contract is signed, the Ministry of Magic will be able to detect the spells cast by the young wizard, the place where the spells are cast, and the specific time of the casting.

This contract, which implied surveillance, made Loren feel very uncomfortable. Even if he did not break the law, he did not want to be monitored all the time.

"Don't worry about it. George and Weasley abuse magic every year during holidays, and they've never been expelled." Ron signed his name at the end of the page nonchalantly.

"That's because my mom, an adult wizard, is at home. The Ministry of Magic can't tell whether the person casting the spell is a child wizard or an adult wizard, so they won't send out a warning letter," said Percy.

Percy was worried that they would listen to Ron and break Ministry of Magic regulations.

Loren and Hermione looked at each other, unsure.

They were the last group of people who had not signed the documents, and Percy was right next to them, so it was not good to keep him waiting too long.

Harry, Hermione, and Loren signed their names one after another.

As the last letter of Loren's name was written, his magical vision opened, and he saw a wisp of golden light separated from the misty light on the parchment magic contract, which swam around his arm and finally wrapped around his middle finger, converging its light.

Looking up, the other people were in the same situation. Tiny traces were attached to the fingers, and the light was dim, hidden under the magic light of the little wizard himself, and it was difficult to distinguish without careful observation.

Percy folded the parchment neatly and looked at the others with a smile, "Alright, warriors, enjoy your cheers."

Ximo and the others rushed over and pestered them with questions, "Tell us quickly..."

Loren responded with a few words and quickly pulled Hermione away from the crowd, leaving Ron enjoying the cheers and Harry enduring the torture.

Ron picked out some exciting parts for artistic processing, which caused the little wizards to cheer from time to time.

"Harry looks so pitiful." Loren looked back at the crowd.

Hermione blushed and calmly pulled her hand away, "I'm going to go pack my things and take a shower. I'll see you at lunch."

The little witch lowered her head and ran away quickly.

The Loren girl looked at the receding figure, confused. Was it really necessary to be in such a hurry?

He walked back to the dormitory slowly.

Hermione needed to pack her things and organize the books she was going to take home. Tomorrow night was the end-of-year banquet, and they had spent too much time in the hospital, so they were a bit pressed for time.

Loren thought back to the contents of the parchment contract and felt that the effect of the trace thread was very strange.

After signing this agreement, any other creature with spellcasting ability who uses magic within the range will be detected by the trace thread, which will be considered as a violation of the regulations by the young wizard and a warning letter will be sent to the young wizard.

In the book, Dobby the house-elf uses magic next to Harry, and as a result receives a warning letter from the Ministry of Magic. Harry blows his aunt away in anger, and without using a wand, is also quickly detected by the Ministry of Magic, who issues a warning.

The trace thread does not detect whether the young wizard has cast a spell, but detects signs of magic in the surrounding environment, and uses this as a basis to determine whether the young wizard has violated the regulations.

But if there were adult wizards around the little wizard, Trace would not react, or the Ministry of Magic would not send a warning letter.

No matter how I thought about it, it felt very wrong.

Loren pulled back the curtains on his bed in the dormitory. Even though he hadn't been home for a few days, the bed was still very clean and dust-free. He climbed onto the bed, took out the "General Solution of Pictographic Symbols" from under his pillow, and entered the space in the book with his consciousness.

"Flamel, do you know Trace?"

After hearing Loren's question, Flamel had a complicated expression. After thinking for a while, he replied: "The Trace is a magic that was dug out from the archives. In fact, the Ministry of Magic has many loopholes in its use of the Trace, both legally and technically..."