The days at Hogwarts

Dumbledore took away the fork and knife and demonstrated to him, "Fry the steak."

boom!

A piece of fried steak appeared on the plate.

Dumbledore held out his hand, motioning for Loren to try it too.

Although the nail in his butt was still there, Loren finally didn't want to die anymore. He also tapped his wand twice in front of him, "Fry the steak."

The two began to enjoy lunch. The strange atmosphere made Loren not want to say a word. He just wanted to finish eating quickly and run away.

The only sound in the entire auditorium was the "crunching" of the knife scraping against the plate.

Dumbledore was in a good mood. Today's events had made him feel complicated. When he arrived at the hall, he just wanted to finish the matter as soon as possible and send Loren home.

But seeing Loren's series of actions, he unconsciously relaxed and was not so tense anymore.

"That's right!" Dumbledore said suddenly.

Loren looked up at him, holding a whole piece of grilled steak in his mouth. The fastest way to eat it was to put the whole piece into his mouth directly, so that he could escape from this socially dead place as soon as possible.

"Would you like something to drink?" Dumbledore winked at Loren. "Here are juice, tea, pumpkin juice..."

Dumbledore looked hesitant. "Well, butterbeer doesn't suit you very well."

Loren bit off a piece of meat and said decisively: "Apple juice, thank you!"

After he finished speaking, a goblet filled with apple juice appeared on his right.

Dumbledore's cup was orange-yellow in color, like orange juice, pumpkin juice, or maybe butterbeer. Loren didn't look closely.

After this little incident, Loren felt that this place wasn't so hard to endure anymore.

He slowed down his eating speed. "Principal, the name you heard in the office just now seems wrong. Do you know that person?"

Dumbledore cut the steaks slowly, piece by piece, and put them into his mouth to chew. "This is a story from a long time ago. Perhaps I can tell you about it later, but not now."

Actually it wasn’t that long ago, that was the story about him about 70 years ago.

Loren didn't ask about this matter again, "How is the blood curse orc?"

"In the school infirmary, Madam Pomfrey will examine her. When she wakes up, I will talk to her and she will decide whether to stay or go." Dumbledore's voice was neither hurried nor slow.

Loren thought about it and didn't have any objection. Although he saved Nagini, he didn't think of asking for any reward.

His desire to save people was more out of his unwillingness to see a normal person become a beast that eats raw meat and drinks blood, be refined into a Horcrux, and even be killed by a sword in the end.

"When are we going to cure Grandpa Bates of his lycanthropy?" Loren asked.

Dumbledore was very considerate, "If you are in a hurry, we can leave at any time."

Loren thought about it carefully. He still didn't know where Grandpa Bates was.

This year, Hogwarts' summer vacation starts on June 6, which happens to be when the moon is full, so I guess I won't be able to catch it. After today, there will be another month, so I don't think I'm in a hurry.

This discovery made him a little stunned. He bit the beef and murmured, "Don't worry, don't worry."

Dumbledore said, "If you are not in a hurry, I would like you to accompany me to do some things first."

Loren came back to his senses: "Things? What things?"

"Hmm." Dumbledore swallowed the last piece of steak. "Regarding the matter of Ravenclaw's diadem, I have an appointment with Ms. Grey in the Transfiguration classroom this afternoon to talk. You know, that Ms. Grey."

"Should I know?" Loren let go of the half steak left in his mouth and glanced at Dumbledore secretly.

Dumbledore met Loren's gaze and smiled gently.

If you are like this, then you know it.

It's only been a year since I arrived at Hogwarts, but I already know that he is indeed suitable to be the headmaster.

Loren was indignant:...This person eats so slowly, yet he finished before me!

……

Transfiguration classroom.

This was a windowless classroom, hidden deep inside the castle, filled with darkness. Only three or two candlesticks were burning, casting sparse light.

On the first table to the right of the podium, a crown and a blue gem were quietly placed.

An eagle with spread wings is carved on the front of the crown, and a circle of groove is revealed on the abdomen, which is exactly the size of the blue gem next to it.

Dumbledore brought the diadem out of the Room of Requirement. Loren witnessed the whole process, all with levitation spells, without any physical contact. This old wizard was obviously super powerful, but overly cautious.

Loren and Dumbledore sat on one side, and a ghost who looked like a young lady in an antique dress sat on the other.

She is Ms. Grey, one of the four founders of Hogwarts, and the daughter of Rowena Ravenclaw - Helena Ravenclaw.

Ms. Grey stared at the blue gem infatuatedly, intoxicated by the light that symbolized wisdom.

long silence.

Dumbledore spoke first, "Ms. Grey, I think you have seen that the Ravenclaw diadem has been tainted. I want to ask if you have any way to remove the evil spirit attached to it?"

As a sacred object of Ms. Ravenclaw, Dumbledore did not want to destroy it directly.

Ms. Grey looked at the tiara with a look of disgust. "A thousand years ago, I thought my mother's wisdom was the tiara. I wanted to be smarter and more famous than my mother, so I stole the tiara and ran away with it. A thousand years later, I wrongly trusted that student and brought shame to Ravenclaw."

She seemed to be talking to herself, "I did not inherit her wisdom, not even in death."

Dumbledore tried to speak in comfort, but Ms. Grey did not give him the chance and continued, "You are the greatest wizard of this age. Even you can't do anything about it, let alone me."

"Let's destroy the crown together. That way, the crown will have served its purpose."

"Don't be too sad, Ms. Grey," said Dumbledore.

Lady Grey turned her gaze to the blue gem, "I am not sad. The wisdom of Ravenclaw is in the gem. That dark wizard obviously missed it. He has no wisdom either."

"Pass it on, right here at Hogwarts," Ms. Grey said, and without even looking, she stood up and floated into the air, disappearing through the wall.

"Who should this blue gem be passed to?" Loren asked.

To be honest, he also wanted to experience the feeling of wisdom.

"Loren," Dumbledore said in a vague voice, "what is passed down is not the gem, but wisdom."

The small words engraved on the crown shone brightly under the light of the blue gemstone:

【Extraordinary wisdom is the most precious wealth of mankind. 】

Chapter 121: An Evening on Privet Drive

Dumbledore waved his hand, and the crown and sapphire on the table disappeared.

A bit handsome.

Loren blinked, pulled up Dumbledore's sleeve and looked again and again, but couldn't find the space equipment.

"How did you do it?" He just happened to be planning to refine a small personal space equipment, and he also wanted to make it as cool.

Dumbledore smiled and said, "You will understand when you grow up."

He took Loren's hand and walked out.

"Principal, how are you going to destroy the crown?" a clear voice rang out in the corridor.

"I'm not going to destroy it just yet."

Not to mention the significance of these founders' relics to Hogwarts, and their various extraordinary uses.

Dumbledore wanted to find a safe way to preserve the Horcruxes, to peel off the evil souls attached to the Horcruxes, destroy the souls, but preserve the containers.

Whether it was the pain of Harry's scar, his Parseltongue, or his strange dreams, they all proved that Voldemort had also left his mark on Harry.

Dumbledore already had a plan to remove the mark, but it was too risky, so he wanted to find a better, safer way.

Fortunately, Voldemort has not yet been resurrected, and there is no hope of resurrection in the short term, so he has plenty of time.

Loren knew that the Horcrux would be kept for experiments.

"What about the blue gem that represents wisdom?"

He was frantically hinting that he wanted to experience the extraordinary wisdom of Ravenclaw.

Dumbledore heard it, and there was a smile in his voice: "I don't know, but just like the sword of Gryffindor, wisdom will come when someone needs it."

Loren stopped talking.

He understood that what this sentence meant was: Let me, Director Dumbledore, make the arrangements.

The two of them walked slowly out of the hall.

It was already dark outside, the stars and the moon were bright, and the night was quiet.

Loren looked back at Hogwarts Castle. The black exterior walls exuded a kind of majesty.

Myrtle looked at the castle which had become deserted again, and curled up in a corner of the bathroom ceiling.

In the underground secret room, the sleeping basilisk exhaled a long breath, blowing away some of the dust in the cave.

In a brightly lit and luxuriously decorated study, Gilderoy Lockhart had just finished writing a reply to a reader and showed a delighted look when he saw an invitation letter with the Hogwarts emblem printed on the envelope.

On a desk at the Ministry of Magic, a search warrant signed by Cornelius Fudge is sealed in a bag.

The story of one year ends and the story of next year is about to begin.

"Where are we going?" Loren asked.

He had already mentioned to Dumbledore that he couldn't find Grandpa Bates in a short time and couldn't give him treatment.

As for whether Dumbledore could find a Muggle, Loren thought it was possible, but not necessary.

Dumbledore led Loren out of the castle and out of the range of the ancient defensive magic. "Let's go see Harry."

He waved his wand in one hand and held Loren's hand with the other.

Once again, Loren felt his belly button being hooked, his entire body being pulled into the rubber tube, and then squeezed.

A gentle breeze rustled the neat hedges along Privet Drive, and the street was silent and spotless under the dark sky.

In front of the detached cottage, the Dursleys blocked the door, and Harry stood outside the courtyard. The two sides stood facing each other, and the atmosphere was tense.

Harry followed Sirius straight after getting off the train. Uncle Vernon didn't pick anyone up and waited at the train station until dark.

Considering Harry's horrifying background and the mystery and danger of the wizarding world, Vernon Dursley thought something had happened and returned home worried with Aunt Petunia, but it turned out that the boy had gone out to play by himself.

My uncle was like a bull, staring and breathing: "This is your home, what do you think this is? A motel?"

"This is the Dursley house! It's not a place where you can come and go as you please!"

Harry looked at the Dursleys coldly, a breath stuck in his chest, as if it was about to explode. This was a breath of depression, resentment, and anger that had lasted for a full ten years.

If it were in the past, Harry would not have said anything back. He should have gone into the storage room silently, curled up in that small space, and fell asleep listening to the Dursleys' curses. Tomorrow is another new day.

But today was different, Harry didn't want to do this in front of Sirius.

"enough!"

Harry yelled back, "Who do you take me for?"

"I'm locked in the storage room. When guests come, I have to hide. I'm not even allowed to breathe!"

"What am I? Your pet?"

"Not even as good as a pet." After he yelled this, tears were already streaming down his cheeks.

"When you go out on holidays, you have to lock me in the storage room."

"I have to obey your orders forever and wear this fat pig's old clothes forever. He also brings people to chase and beat me at school."

He has been here since he can remember. Hasn't he ever thought of this place as his home? Where can a child who has just grown up consider his home?

For many nights, he endured the pain of bruises all over his body and fell asleep, his tears soaking the pillow.

Why doesn't he have a father and a mother? How much he wants his own father and mother. How much he wants a home where he doesn't have to eat leftovers, doesn't get beaten, and can talk freely.

Dreams like these had filled Harry's head since he was old enough to understand.

Sirius's face was filled with uncontrollable anger, and his whole body was shaking, "How dare you, how dare you!"

The wand pointed at the Dursleys, emitting a thumb-thick red light that shot straight at them.

"Stop!" a majestic voice sounded.

Dumbledore suddenly appeared in the path of the magic beam, and he pressed his wand against the red light and flicked it upwards, sending the spell flying.