days at Hogwarts

Chapter 66 Sleepless Friday Night (4k)

It was around nine o'clock when we arrived at Snape's office, and it was completely dark.

The wind outside has stopped, and a little bit of moonlight can be seen through the window, and occasionally there will be streamers across the starry sky.

Snape's robes were wet at the shoulders, he must have just come back from outside and hadn't had time to change his clothes yet.

He was carefully pouring the black viscous liquid from one bottle into another bottle engraved with magic patterns.

When Loren approached, he smelled a stench and felt dizzy.

"Stay away, idiot." Snape didn't even look at Loren.

"Acromantula's venom, a high-quality material, is worth a hundred galleons per ounce." Snape said while operating, "If I were you, I would take the venom immediately after the acromantula died. "

After Hagrid sent Loren and his party away, he informed Dumbledore about the acromantula and other people entering the Forbidden Forest.Dumbledore and Snape were not there during the dinner. Loren guessed that Dumbledore took Snape to dispose of the corpse during that time, and he came back now.

Listening to Snape's words, Loren didn't speak. From the experience of those who have experienced it, it is better to keep silent at this time.

"It's an old acromantula, its eyes have faded, it's weak, and its movements are slow. Even the speculum on Potter couldn't be triggered."

As the acromantula ages, its eyes turn white, which proves that it is already blind, its body becomes fragile, and its strength is not enough.After Hibernation was awakened, he couldn't deal with the prey in the Forbidden Forest, so he turned his mind on a few little wizards.

During the day, Loren also noticed that something was wrong with this spider. An acromantula with a danger level of [-] X should not be weaker than a giant monster. It was almost beaten up by a few little wizards.

Snape poured the venom into another bottle, and with a touch of his wand, the bottle body was lit with green light lines along the lines, and the mouth of the bottle turned into a mouth, which was tightly closed, and the lips became black.

"Tell me about the Looking Glass, how did you lie to your good friend Potter?" Snape recalled Harry's indescribable smile.

Loren looked around, pretending it was something insignificant, and said casually, "I told him it was something his mother used to have, and that's how he is."

Snape fell silent.

Lily, it turned out to be Lily.

Snape, out of habit, wanted to laugh at Harry for being a fool, but then fell silent again.

Loren tentatively said, "Professor, I heard that you and Harry's mother are classmates. Do you have any photos of her?"

"I feel slightly guilty for lying to Harry so much."

It's not just guilt, if this continues, Loren will have to slap himself on the ear when Harry smiles.Coming out of the fantasy book in the middle of the night, I still couldn't sleep with my eyes open, thinking that I was really nothing.

Snape ignored Loren's words and started talking about today's potions.

The class he taught Loren in private was different from the Potions class at Hogwarts, and it was a completely different way.First recognize the medicines and materials, understand the properties of different materials, and then deduce the effect of the medicine from the properties.

Compared with Potions textbooks, starting with some simple potions and understanding the functions of materials, this method is more traditional and the knowledge system is more obscure.

Loren thought that he owed others after all, and tried his best to learn, trying to start earning money to pay off the debt as soon as possible.

"Okay."

Snape threw a pendant at Loren as he walked out of the office.

Loren looked back, Snape's back was facing him, the tall figure was standing by the window, like a dead tree with only its trunk left.The snow outside the window stopped, and a piece of icy white quietly diffused in through the glass.

……

In an ordinary boys' dormitory in Gryffindor.

Harry was lying on the bed, one hand stretched straight up to the ceiling, holding an open locket containing a picture of a little girl.The little girl seemed a little surprised that someone was taking a picture of herself, and after she was surprised, she showed a gentle smile.

There is a line of small words in the lower right corner of the photo.

"Lily Evans, Lily Evans..." Harry murmured silently, full of joy.

Unlike the mirror image in the Mirror of Erised, this time he didn't have to worry about not being able to see it anytime.When looking at the image in the mirror, Harry felt more sad. The longing for his parents, and the grievances he had suffered for so many years, all fell in his heart, and he wanted to tell his parents.

Those sorrows and grievances gradually dissipated after Dumbledore took away the magic mirror. Now seeing the picture of his mother, his heart is more at ease and joyful.

Loren looked at Harry with a smirk, and felt that he had been enriched and sublimated, and he could sleep tonight.

"Are you asleep?" Ron's voice sounded a little sad.

"Sleeping." Loren responded quickly.

"Sleeping." Seamus was also quick.

"Me too." Neville followed.

"Hey hey..." It was Harry's voice.

"When I met the acromantula today, I felt useless..." Ron continued after confirming that several people were listening.

Facing the giant eight-eyed spider today, the three of Loren shot very neatly, and only Ron was stunned.

He has been thinking about this since he came back, like a big stone is pressing on his heart.His magic has become stronger, but he is still the same as before.

"Oh." Loren responded quickly.

"I haven't seen an acromantula yet." Seamus was annoyed. Every time he was away, his roommate could make some big moves, and he missed it every time.

"So will you give us pointers in the future?" Neville was more concerned about this, every time Ron coached him, Neville would feel embarrassed.

Ron felt even more guilty when he heard that, "I'll try my best."

"Hey hey hey..."

"Harry, enough is enough!"

The other four shouted in unison.

……

"I think you're about to start reading the Book of Abraham."

Flamel looked at Loren with gentle eyes, with expectations he could not express.

Loren was still a little confused, "When, haven't I finished learning the languages ​​of several ancient civilizations? How do I interpret them?"

"The timing is the key, the words are not important." Flamel floated in the air, speaking slowly.

Loren nodded, very good, the old man's unique skill, the Riddler started again.

He wanted to pull Flamel's hair and ask, interpreting a book, what does it mean that words are not important, and words are not important, why are you pressing me to learn so many ghostly symbols?

Okay, you say yes, anyway, I won't take the blame if I can't solve it.Life is not easy, Loren sighed.

Be it alchemy or the Sorcerer's Stone, these are too far away from Loren, and it doesn't make much sense for him to interpret the "Book of Abraham".

He even wants to know how to redeem a desperate soul, so as to obtain the mysterious qualification Flamel said, and try to heal Grandpa Bates with the help of Nicole's Philosopher's Stone.

"Before that, I need you to memorize this passage."

With a wave of Flamel's sleeve, the lights of various colors in the air converged into a text, about thirteen lines.

Light streaks floating in the air, not Latin, not Hebrew, not like the ancient oriental script, this is not any kind of script known to Loren.

But the moment Loren saw this text, he knew the pronunciation of each character and the meaning of each word.

[There is no doubt that this is not an idle lie, it is the most conclusive truth

Up is down, down is up, this is the one and only miracle

One is the origin of all things, and everything in the world is born from this unique

The sun is the father, the moon is the mother, the wind is the womb, the earth is responsible for feeding and caring

He is the perfect father of all things in the world, he has the most complete and powerful energy

To separate the earth from the fire, to separate the fine from the rough

He can fly from the earth to the sky, from the sky to the ground again, and absorb all the energy of the upper and lower

In this way, the whole person can obtain the most dazzling glory in the world, and dispel all the haze and darkness

His power is above all, he is more delicate than anything, he can penetrate all things, even the most solid things

the world was born

It is this process that produces an admirable miracle

I am called a triple great **** because I have the three qualities of philosophy

This is the end of the question about how the sun works]

After Loren murmured these words, the light in the sky dissipated.

"Let me just read it once?" Loren was anxious, how could he memorize such a long paragraph once.

Flamel was not annoyed at being yelled at, "It's all in your heart."

Loren calmed down and recalled, as if the words just now were engraved in his mind, they emerged clearly.

"What does this passage mean, what is the triple greatness?" Loren still has a lot of questions, and intends to ask them one by one.

The triple greatness describes a four-character name. This name Loren cannot be referred to in any other language. It sounds like "Hermes" when transliterated.

It sounds like the name of a Greek god, but when Loren chanted the name, he felt clearly in his heart, which pointed to a supreme existence, not a Greek god.

This passage seems to be answering the question of the operation of the sun, but the reference is very vague.

"Up is down, down is up" sounds like a philosophical concept, but I can't figure out what it means.

The only thing that is born of all things is a concept that exists in many myths. Whether it is the creation god in the West or Pangu in the East, they all have the meaning of oneness.

The passage mentions earth, fire, water, and wind, which is an ancient philosophical thought that believes that the world is composed of four elements, and some alchemy theories are also based on the cognition of four elements.

The subsequent mention seems to be the process of a certain god absorbing energy and creating the world, but the sky and the earth were before the creation of the world, which is inconsistent with most myths.

The whole paragraph is full of such specious content, and it is impossible to interpret it at all.

Flamel did not give an answer, "This is the content of the Emerald Jade Record. To interpret the "Book of Abraham", you must know this sentence."

Cuiyulu is the content of a jade slab in an Egyptian pyramid. The jade slab has been lost in the long river of history, and the remaining versions of Cuiyulu are handed down. It is difficult to know whether it is true or not.

"But I can't give you any explanation. As we said before, you can only explore the contents of the book alone."

"Only you can know the content you explored, and you can't tell anyone. The content itself is a curse."

Loren looked at Flamel and asked, "Even you can't tell?"

"Including me." Flamel nodded.

Okay, it doesn't matter if you don't understand the text, only you know what you decipher, no wonder only Nicole has refined something in history.Loren felt that it was outrageous that this thing could be passed on to him.

"Then when do I start?" Loren noticed that the timing of that sentence is very important.

Flamel looked at him and said softly, "When Mars is bright."

Loren pursed his lips, he was afraid that he would curse if he couldn't control himself.

Will you riddlers die if you say a specific time!Even if you say which comet passed the earth for the first time, say the night of the full moon, solar eclipse, etc., at least the point is clear!

What the heck is Mars when it's bright?

Every Wednesday, they have a stargazing class. Several times a month, they feel that Mars is very bright. What is the standard for brightness?

Loren was typing away at the keyboard in his heart, but Flamel just looked at him quietly.

Loren knew that asking any further questions would yield no results.

Okay, I don't know when it started, how I can't interpret it clearly, it doesn't matter what I interpret.There is no pressure on Loren, so let it be, the "Book of Abraham" is probably passed here.

……

On Saturday morning, the snow seemed to be a little bigger than yesterday, and it floated down softly, covering the castle and the woods with a white coat.

When Loren woke up, the others in the bedroom were still dreaming.The smile hung on Harry's face, and the pendant dropped by the pillow.

Getting out of bed lightly, Loren pulled out the "Book of Abraham" from under the bed and sat by the window.

The soft and yellowed bark paper, some of the Iceman's brass rings, and the imprints pressed on the paper, Loren hasn't opened this book for a long time.

Apart from Abraham's name on the title page, Loren could only half guess the rest of the sentence, probably except for the priests and scribes, other people who read this book would be cursed.

Loren couldn't even guess the content of the following text, and still couldn't understand anything. He focused on the pictures on the page.

In the first picture, a snake devours another snake on the ancient walking stick.It now appears that this cane should be a magic wand.

Loren looked at the album and diverged his thoughts. Could the mysterious wand be Dumbledore's Elder Wand?Something to do with snakes, maybe Slytherin's snakewood wand?

Do you want him to find this wand? Loren thought very far. If he needed to search for ancient things all over the world to interpret the "Book of Abraham", then he would definitely give up. It would be very troublesome to think about it.

The cross nailed to the snake, no matter how divergent the thinking is, I can't think of what it is. Is the snake on it a basilisk? If it is a basilisk, I may have a chance to see it next year.

In the third picture, the spring in the desert, the snake flows out of the spring along the water. Does this mean he should go to the desert?

Why are snakes mentioned? Does snake have any meaning?

After thinking wildly about the book, there was nothing in the end. It seems that Mars is not bright enough.

Never mind, let it be.Loren sighed and looked out the window.

It was white, and some snowflakes had accumulated on the terrace outside the window.

This is a good weather for making frozen pears, an idea suddenly popped into Loren's mind.

The thought came together, and he couldn't hold it back any longer. Loren's mind was filled with the sweet juice of frozen pears, and his saliva was secreted so fast that it almost flooded his tongue.The Emerald Records and the Book of Abraham were left behind.

Just do what you say, today is Saturday, there is no class, Loren ran out of the lounge in his pajamas, and there was no one on the road.

Laughing, Loren ran all the way to Hufflepuff's lounge, quickly scratching the pear on the cartoon, which made the pear giggle.

The kitchen was brightly lit, filled with the sweet smell of flour and the broth of stewed beans.Loren salivated uncontrollably when he smelled this smell.

The house elves were busy preparing breakfast for the students and teachers at Hogwarts.It takes time to make breakfast with different tastes in different regions, even with magic.

A house-elf was directing the croissant to hit itself against the blade, cut itself in half, and then the two halves would bounce into the plate and find a suitable place to lie down.

Seeing Loren in pajamas entering the kitchen, the elf stopped and clapped his hands to meet him.

"Little wizard, what would you like to eat?" The house elf looked at Loren.Thin body, slender limbs, bat ears.

Loren was also looking at the elf in front of him, "I remember you, you also made the avalanche strawberry cake I asked for last time."

"Oh! Yes!" the elf exclaimed in surprise, "It is my honor to be remembered by the little wizard."

Loren is in a good mood now, and has no ill feeling towards this elf, "Maybe you can tell me your name, I'm Loren, Loren Morgan."

"Name! You asked my name!" The elf raised his hand and cheered, "My name is Wheat. Nice to meet you, Mr. Morgan!"

"Wheat, I remember. I need some pears."

Passionate Wheat gave Loren a basket of pears, more than a dozen of them, with yellow skins and some brown spots on them, which smelled like pears.Loren didn't know what kind of pear it was, it looked a bit like a Sydney.

Who cares, wizards always have a way to eat pears of all seasons in winter.

Loren bounced back to the dormitory, and placed a basket of pears one by one in the snowdrift outside the windowsill, full of anticipation.