The days at Hogwarts

Neville was still a little suspicious, but he didn't ask any more questions. He handed them the first two sheets of parchment. "The final exam results are out. You are first, second -"

Before he could finish his words, Hermione screamed and snatched the report card away, eagerly checking it.

The commotion here was soon discovered by the other young wizards. They all screamed and rushed over to surround Neville, scrambling to grab their report cards.

"Don't rush! One by one..." Neville's voice was drowned out by the crowd.

Hermione checked her report card happily. As expected, she was ranked first with an O in every subject.

Hermione was struck by this sudden surprise, her face flushed with excitement. Even her most worried Charms score was an A, and Professor Flitwick did not deduct points for not dancing with the pineapple.

Loren glanced at his transcript and saw that he got O in every subject, but his specific scores were probably lower than Hermione's, so he ranked second.

Hermione was still concentrating on her report card, with a smile on her face. "Transfiguration, O. Charms, O..."

"Are you relieved now? Her Majesty the Queen of Gryffindor." Loren leaned over and whispered.

Then he got elbowed by Hermione.

During lunch, everyone was talking about grades.

Harry and Ron passed their exams with high marks, with O's in all subjects except Potions and Herbology. Neville also passed with ease, having done extremely well in Herbology.

"I don't understand why even the troll Goyle could pass the exam." Harry asked this question seriously. He was not joking, he was really confused.

Goyle from Slytherin was a famous idiot. Before this, Harry always thought that he would not be able to pass the exam and would be expelled. He had been looking forward to it for a long time because Goyle was also one of Malfoy's followers.

"Oh, Harry, you have to know." Ron said like a wise philosopher, "Life can't always go smoothly."

Harry thought back to the House Cup championship in recent days and how he had passed the exams with high scores, and finally nodded seriously, agreeing with this statement.

Loren pricked up his ears and listened for a while. From Hufflepuff to Slytherin, there was not a single one who was unqualified.

He began to wonder, does Hogwarts really have any screening measures?

I'm afraid that as long as you take the exam, you can graduate. I've never heard of repeating a grade.

No wonder each generation is worse than the previous one. Happy education is harmful to people. The magic world is doomed.

The report card was the last thing left in the school. It seemed that all of a sudden, all the little wizards had packed their bags. Notices were sent to each little wizard, telling them when school would start, what they had to prepare for the next school year, and warning them not to use magic during the holidays.

That morning, after breakfast, the young wizards walked out of the castle gate one after another, went to the platform opposite the Black Lake, and boarded the Hogwarts Express.

There are mountains and lakes around Hogwarts Castle. There is always a thin mist and water vapor in the summer mornings, which is very cool.

Loren and Hermione were at the end of the group, walking slowly forward.

Hermione repacked her belongings, putting them into a small purple linen bag, leaving only a few clothes in the single trunk for appearance.

"Due to some reasons that I cannot disclose for the time being, I have to stay in school for a few more days and then take Dumbledore's Super Express back home," Loren said.

He wants to use the Philosopher's Stone to try to heal Nagini.

Hermione ignored the joke. She knew that Loren was always mysterious. Dumbledore could even give him the Philosopher's Stone, so there must be many secrets involved.

"I really don't know why. You're also a little wizard from a Muggle family." Hermione complained. She thought the two of them could still eat snacks together in the carriage like they did at the beginning of the school year.

"Don't worry, I may visit your house soon." Loren was a little helpless. Grandpa Bates's return date was uncertain, and he might have to go to Hermione to ask for shelter.

The summer vacation is longer than Christmas, and the sadness of separation is even stronger than it was back then.

Perhaps it was the fresh, moist air, or perhaps it was the thought that they would meet soon, but Hermione sniffed and felt a lot better.

Seeing the platform ahead from afar, Loren stopped and said, "We'll take you here. Well, Miss Granger, I wish you a pleasant holiday."

Hermione's voice was muffled, "Goodbye."

But soon, all the depression and dissatisfaction were squeezed out by a hug. Hermione smelled the scent of oranges and thought for no reason that Loren must like eating oranges very much.

Then Hermione couldn't remember how she got on the train or how she explained to Harry and Ron that Loren would be staying for a few days.

Suddenly, the countryside outside the train window became greener and neater. They saw Muggle towns running away one after another, and the train soon stopped at Platform 9 and 3/4 of King's Cross Station.

Hermione, Harry, and Ron walked out of the wall together and said goodbye at the exit back to the Muggle world.

"Remember to come to our house during the summer vacation." Ron was still chewing Bibi Multi-Flavor Beans, his face full of excitement for the coming of the holiday, "I will send an owl to invite you, and Loren as well."

"I'm looking forward to it. I really need something to look forward to during the long vacation." Harry said weakly.

"Goodbye! Have a nice holiday!" Hermione had already seen her parents, and was running over quickly, pulling an empty suitcase and carrying a small purple bag.

Harry and Ron were jostled by the crowd, desperately looking for their families.

"There he is, Mum, look, there he is!" a clear voice rang out, "Harry Potter! I see him!"

Mrs. Weasley appeared in front of them, holding another little girl with rose-red hair.

"Oh, it turns out my sister saw it first, not his brother," Ron said sourly.

But no one paid any attention to him. Mrs. Weasley was chatting with Harry, and the two of them looked like a close mother and son.

“It’s been a busy year, right?”

"Some, thanks for the fudge and sweater."

"That's nothing, dear."

"This is Ginny. She will be starting school next year." Mrs. Weasley introduced the little girl next to her.

"Hello, Harry, it's...very..." The little girl's face was almost as red as her hair.

Harry didn't catch the rest of the words and thought it was an extremely shy girl, "Ginny, nice to meet you."

Ginny's face turned even redder and she shuffled to hide behind Mrs. Weasley.

Ron watched the scene expressionlessly, as if he was an outsider.

The twins and Percy came over a moment later, and Harry watched the lively, red-haired group slowly walk away.

"Are you ready? Harry, we're going to ride our motorcycles back to Privet Drive." An energetic voice sounded.

Harry turned around suddenly and looked at the man in black in front of him in disbelief, "Sirius! Why are you here?!"

"Ha! I didn't expect that I bought a house in Privet Drive..."

The first school year filled with magic and miracles ended, and the summer vacation of 1992 began.

Hogwarts Headmaster's Office.

Dumbledore and Loren sat across from each other at the desk. The desk was no longer piled with documents, but was empty with only two cups of tea and an upside-down hat.

Loren looked at the dirt on the outside of the hat and the shrunken snake coiled inside. "So, she's been using the hat as a nest?"

Dumbledore took a sip of his tea and smiled. "It seems that she agrees with my taste, although I haven't worn this hat much since I turned 70."

"Do you have any ideas about how to change back?" Loren asked, "This is the answer given to me by someone who can't say it."

Loren pointed to the red dot between his eyebrows.

Flamel only said that he was qualified to use the Philosopher's Stone, and might be able to use Nico's Philosopher's Stone to heal the werewolves and blood-cursed orcs, but he didn't know the ritual either.

The more long-term solution is to take the path of biological transformation, let Loren's Philosopher's Stone play the role of biological transformation, and train Bates and Nagini. But no one knows how long it will take.

In the illusion of "The Book of Abraham", Loren sought answers from the mysterious being, Mary in the mirror, and received a blood mole between his eyebrows, but he didn't know how to use it.

Chapter 118: The Rituals of the Philosopher's Stone

"Although I am very curious about the person you cannot mention."

Dumbledore's eyes moved between Loren's eyes and the red mole on his forehead. "But my intuition tells me that some secrets should not be explored to the end."

Loren grinned, "Maybe you could try Legilimency, maybe you can see it."

Dumbledore withdrew his gaze, took out a box of biscuits from the drawer, opened the lid and ate one himself. Some tiny crumbs fell into his beard. "No professor at Hogwarts would take the initiative to use Legilimency to peer into the minds of students."

Loren complained silently in his heart, Dumbledore might be like this, but Snape might not be.

He bit off half a biscuit, and the aroma of butter instantly filled his entire mouth. He took another sip of tea, and the aroma of tea and butter filled his mouth. The slight bitterness and aftertaste of the tea neutralized the sweetness of the biscuit, making him unable to stop.

He ate while saying, "Speaking of Legilimency, I need to explain something to you. Harry keeps dreaming about some strange scenes, about his parents' death, about wandering in the forest, and before that, about wandering in the castle."

Harry had been dreaming a lot since he met Quirrell in the Forbidden Forest, but he usually only complained to Ron, thinking that he had trouble sleeping. Loren sat next to him and heard several of them.

His dreams didn't subside until he resolved Quirrell's issue.

It would have been a good idea for Dumbledore to be prepared in advance regarding Harry's collusion with Voldemort.

Dumbledore slowed down his eating of the biscuits. "I had a strange dream. Hmm..."

The old wizard with white beard was lost in some kind of contemplation, holding the biscuit in his hand, neither eating nor putting it down. The blazing sunlight shone in through the window, illuminating the entire office.

After a long while, he came back to his senses, "Oh, when I get old, I always lack energy."

"You know, I think Harry might enjoy this summer vacation."

"It's obvious that his godfather must have done something." Loren picked up a biscuit and fed it to Nagini.

The little snake hissed and stuck out its tongue, but didn't even touch it.

Loren thought he must be dazzled, why could this snake roll its eyes.

Dumbledore smiled and said, "I think Black could spend some time during the long summer vacation to teach Harry some useful magic."

"Brain occlumency? Are you sure Sirius can do it?" Loren made a reasonable guess.

Who are the people who can perform brain occlumency in the original plot? Dumbledore, Grindelwald, Snape, Barty Crouch Jr., Horace Slughorn, all top-notch old silver coins.

Sirius is a pure reckless man, how can he be compared? Absolutely not. No matter how you look at him, he doesn't look like someone who can do this kind of magic.

"Compared to this," Dumbledore looked a little surprised, "I am very curious about what Nico is teaching you. You are even familiar with Legilimency and Occlumency."

He even doubted whether Loren already knew the truth about Horcruxes. After all, Horcruxes seemed to be attributed to the scope of alchemy.

Loren didn't want to confess to Dumbledore what he knew about the plot. He couldn't explain the source of the information, and he couldn't fool people by bringing up Nico. It would be too suspicious if he told everything.

He made an excuse, "It's reasonable to speculate that Harry's dream was too vivid, and he remembered it very clearly after waking up. The content is more like a memory. Since we can put the memory into his brain, we can take other things out of his brain."

"Legitimate and Occlumency are very necessary."

Loren concluded by stuffing the cookie into his mouth, "If possible, I would like to learn it too."

Legilimency and Memory Charm, these are the few magics that involve memory.

Next school year, he might face off against Lockhart and Tom in the notebook. One is a master of the Oblivion Charm, and the other is a dark lord who controls desires and plays with people's hearts. He must master these magics, the most important of which is the brain block technique.

These magics are different from binding spells and repelling spells. They cannot be mastered by simply accumulating proficiency. They require practicing with others.

Hearing Loren's words, Dumbledore was in a dilemma. "Loren, your situation is a little special. You have to master these magics by yourself."

"Because of the cursed knowledge in that book, if others practice with you and accidentally peek into its contents..."

Dumbledore didn't finish his words, leaving the rest for Loren to think about.

The title page of the Book of Abraham states that anyone who attempts to read the contents of the book will be cursed.

Seeing that Loren had understood something, Dumbledore continued, "Although I don't know the specific content of the curse, since Nico has solemnly instructed you, it means that he has not found a way to break it in the past six hundred years."

Loren exclaimed in his heart, what a good guy.

The memory is poisonous and anyone who looks at it will die. This is not knowledge at all, it is memetic pollution.

When he learns Legilimency and extracts his own memories and makes a movie, wouldn't that be a nuclear bomb in the wizarding world?

It’s very punishing just to think about it.

"So, if you want to learn Legilimency and Occlumency, you have to practice on your own," said Dumbledore.

There is no way. Loren cannot find anyone to practice with, otherwise he will hurt others.

"Alas!" Loren sighed heavily, "Let's get back to the topic. So how do we turn Nagini back?"

"This brings us to your new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor for next school year, Professor Gilderoy Lockhart." Dumbledore seemed a little proud.

"Professor Lockhart is an adventurer and best-selling author who once..."

The rest of the introduction sounded like nonsense to Loren. He didn't believe that Dumbledore, the top old wizard, didn't see Lockhart's true face.

Loren ate the cookies expressionlessly, showing that he didn't want to listen to his nonsense.

Dumbledore clenched his fist and pretended to cough. "Although the sources of some of the content are difficult to verify, we can still find something from it..."

Dumbledore happened to know two wizards whose work was taken away by Gilderoy Lockhart. He already knew Lockhart's true colors and was convinced that Lockhart only needed to return to a normal school environment to expose him as a fake and a liar.

Students can also learn a lot from it: what kind of things not to do and what kind of person not to become.

In addition, Lockhart had done well in school, and Dumbledore believed that he was at least capable of teaching by rote.