days at Hogwarts

The moonlight is clear and the lake is crystal clear.

The oars pushed aside the waves, and the sea of ​​clouds surged.

The stars and the moon are shining brightly tonight, making the Black Lake look crystal clear.

Hermione sat in a narrow wooden boat, surrounded by ripples and the floating light. Hogwarts and the Forbidden Forest had welcomed the tranquility of the night. A hazy mist rose from the lake and silver light sprinkled on the ground. The whole world seemed to be covered with a veil, giving a feeling of being ethereal and out of this world.

Seven years ago, when they arrived at Hogwarts, they took a boat across the Black Lake in the same way. They could no longer remember whether the moonlight that night was as clear as it was tonight.

Time seems to be compressed and folded. What you see is the present moment, and the scene reflected in your mind is that time and that moment, which always makes people feel dazed.

"Wow..."

The oars pushed the water surface, creating crisp waves. Loren's familiar voice came from beside him: "What are you thinking about?"

“I kind of miss it…”

Hermione withdrew her gaze from the distance and turned to look.

Under the faint moonlight and lake light, he looked handsome. He bit on a citrus-flavored lollipop and stared at the lake with interest. His expression was the same as usual, and he seemed to find the ripples full of interest.

This guy is always like this. It was obviously very late when they returned to the castle from Hogsmeade, but the moonlight was very beautiful tonight, so he suddenly had an idea to take her to Black Lake for a boat ride. There was no clear route, and no plan. He just picked a few leaves and turned them into a wooden boat and oars, and went wherever the boat drifted to.

Whether it was alchemy that transcended the times or the incredible dueling ability, after a few years of getting along, I seemed to have gotten used to it. The most profound memories were those that had nothing to do with magic: daydreaming in class, chatting and combing hair in the common room, waving a spatula in the kitchen, or telling stories that I heard or made up whenever and wherever I felt like it...

When did Loren start that grand plan?

Hermione was still a little dazed as she recalled what he had discussed with Jorkins during the day.

Loren seemed to be able to see what she was thinking, and said softly, "In fact, I had this idea a long time ago, but it was probably the night of the Quebec World Cup that the idea germinated and grew into a practical plan."

"Because of what Mr. Roberts suffered?"

"Mr. Roberts is just the trigger. All the irreconcilable conflicts between Muggles and wizards before are the nutrients for the germination of seeds."

"So that's how it is. No wonder the mermaid elder wanted to see you before he died..."

Hermione suddenly understood a lot of things. She continued to sit there, staring into the distance in a daze. She seemed to sense that an era was approaching.

"call……"

Deep in the forbidden forest, a winged beast with a hippogriff flapped its wings and soared into the sky, as if it was heading for the moon. After flying for a distance, it found it was out of reach, so it spread its wings and turned around in an instant, diving back into the forest, cutting through the clouds and mist, leaving a long trail.

"Wow..."

The lake surface exploded with waves again. This time it was not the oars, but a giant squid that surfaced with only half of its head showing. It was still huge, and its huge black eyes stared at them. It took a long time before it sank to the bottom of the water, followed by another burst of waves.

It was caring about the students and left only after it realized there was no danger.

It's a kind giant squid.

Hermione leaned her weight slightly to the side and leaned on his shoulder: "Go over it again for me, there are some things I don't understand."

"emmm..."

Loren pursed his lips and pondered for a moment, thinking that the girl came over because she was a little cold and used him as a human warm baby, so he chose to retaliate and used her as a pillow, hugging her tightly:

“Remember the story I told you about the night we watched the sunrise in Florida?”

Hermione nodded, and a few strands of hair brushed against Loren's nose, making it itchy. "The history of wizards can be divided into four periods. All magical creatures jointly construct a certain macro-consciousness. Whenever the magic civilization falls into a stagnant dilemma, this macro-consciousness will reveal its traces and guide the wizards out of the dilemma in the form of prophecies, constantly expanding the boundaries of magic civilization... We are in the transition stage between the third and fourth periods. Wizards will absorb the essence of scientific and technological civilization, learn their way of thinking, and create a more prosperous new century. At the same time, it is also pregnant with more serious crises..."

"Miss Know-It-All has a great memory."

Loren sniffed the fragrance of her hair and continued, "Magic civilization has lasted for thousands of years. Many legendary wizards left behind many things. Due to various coincidences, these things gathered in my hands, like several pieces of a puzzle that complement each other."

"What do you mean?"

"Abraham left behind a method for refining the Philosopher's Stone. In the past, the chosen wizards interpreted the book, acquired alchemical knowledge, and combined it with their own characteristics to refine Philosopher's Stones with different effects. For example, Nicolas Flamel's Midas Touch and immortality, and Professor Snape's resurrection can also be counted as one of them. The process of me interpreting the Book of Abraham is like a higher-dimensional magical consciousness combined with my thinking to guide it."

"Tell me more about it."

"Looking back, the Book of Abraham was initially intended to guide me in refining a Philosopher's Stone with extraordinary properties, so it led me to come into contact with Bloody Mary. Later, we encountered the hand mirror in the Forest of Dean and encountered Dementors on the cruise ship, so we obtained the Soul Reaper Stone that guides fear. If everything goes according to plan, my Philosopher's Stone may be related to dreams or emotions."

Hermione recalled the hand mirror and nodded thoughtfully: "So later you studied Dementors and Boggarts, using fear as a starting point to study the connection between the soul and the body... If the hand mirror continues to be improved, it can be transformed into a new Philosopher's Stone, a Philosopher's Stone that can move the mind and bewitch the soul."

Loren frowned. "Why does it sound like some evil dark wizard, like the despicable Herpo?"

"Oh, that's not important, just continue." Hermione rubbed his cheek, acting in a coquettish and comforting manner.

Loren pursed his lips, finding himself unable to resist the charm of this woman, and had no choice but to forgive her:

"Then the direction of my interpretation of the Book of Abraham changed. I don't know what triggered it. Maybe it was the snake pictures pointing to Slytherin, or the magic power of the fairy Morgan that I inherited, or the conversation with Ms. Daisy Doddridge in the gap between time and space. Or maybe it was that as I realized that the conflict between technological civilization and magical civilization was irreconcilable, some ideas began to germinate, and that macroscopic magical consciousness learned of my ideas."

There was a silver glow in Loren's dark eyes, and his voice became softer, as if blending into the misty moonlight. Hermione tilted her head to see his expression and couldn't help but hold his hand tightly.

"The Book of Abraham has undergone a miraculous change. At first, it only carried my consciousness to watch the scene of the Shoemaker-Levy Comet hitting Jupiter, and then it carried my consciousness to travel around the starry sky, until it reached a distance of billions of light years or even beyond the limits of cognition. Until the last time I read this magic book, it even directly teleported me to countless light years away, and I witnessed with my own eyes the answer given by the magic consciousness combined with my thinking, the answer to the irreconcilable contradictions in the future."

"The promised land of magic," Hermione whispered.

Loren held her hand in return, his tone lamenting, "In the real world, my magic power is getting stronger and stronger. A few readings mean a few magical awakenings. This growth is even exponential. In just a few years, I have grown from a student who has not yet graduated to a legendary wizard on par with Dumbledore and Voldemort. This is a change that no other sage has ever experienced. Nicolas Flamel has been refining the Philosopher's Stone for hundreds of years. After his magic power reached the upper limit of his talent, it no longer grew unlimitedly. It was at this time that I gradually realized that something was wrong."

"I thought it was because of Fairy Morgan."

"In fact, it is true."

Loren's voice was gentle and calm. "That macroscopic magical consciousness does not possess true wisdom, nor does it have an objective entity. It is merely a collection of the consciousness of countless magical creatures. It cannot directly affect reality, and can only guide the magic world towards a more prosperous direction to a limited extent. The magic power I possess is based on the blood of the fairy Morgan, attracting and infusing the gifts of astrology and time and space."

"and then?"

"Then I began to pay conscious attention to these bizarre things, and slowly discovered that the conditions needed to implement the plan were becoming more and more mature. You know what happened next."

Loren lowered his head to look into her eyes. "I got the time and space magic left by Merlin from the Department of Magical Affairs. Inspired by it, I combined the research results of Dementors and Boggarts to propose a new theoretical basis for space movement, and gradually designed a new device."

He paused for a moment and said, "We will join forces with the MACUSA and the UK Ministry of Magic to make a mandatory request at the International Wizarding Federation Conference this summer. We will use the resources of the pure-blood families to promote the new space-shifting device to the whole world. We will use the basic theory of soul and body to distinguish magical creatures. We will use my consciousness combined with the astrological positioning magic found by Ilvermorny to determine the coordinates. Before the new era arrives, we will carry all magical life to the promised land."

Hermione's eyes widened slightly, her breathing hitching a little.

Although I had already caught a glimpse of it during the day, I couldn't help but feel excited when the entire grand plan was revealed before my eyes.

Ripples appeared on the lake and the moonlight swayed with them.

Please...collect 6...9...books...!

After a long time, Hermione came back to her senses and asked softly, "Does Dumbledore know about this plan?"

"I haven't told him, but I think the old guy must know."

"..."

Hermione ignored his impolite words and continued to ask: "How long will the whole plan take? What if someone disagrees? Can the living environment over there be confirmed?"

"how could I know."

"??"

Luo Li said confidently: "I am just a student who has not yet graduated. My main job is to study for exams. I occasionally work part-time to fight Voldemort. I study alchemy in my spare time. How can I think about so many things? The new space device has not been developed yet, and there are still problems in mass production that have not been solved."

"But the International Wizarding Conference will be held in three months!"

"Just hold it. If the meeting cannot be completed this time, we can postpone it to the next one. There is no rush..."

Loren paused and pondered for a moment: "The mermaid is still anxious. If we delay any longer, she will become an endangered species."

"So what are you going to do?"

"If you have any questions, go to the principal."

"..."

The small wooden boat drifted quietly on the lake.

The moon slowly set behind the hill.

The sky was pale, and a red sun emerged from the ground. After watching the sunrise, the two left the lake and walked back to the castle. The sun was shining outside, with a faint golden color. The stone walls of the castle had mottled and complex colors and patterns. Some towers were built out of huge rocks and embedded directly in the thick ground. There were exquisite carvings on the top of each tower, but some had been weathered and eroded, dilapidated and old, and it was hard to tell what they looked like before.

The magic castle is full of traces of years and time.

……

In late April, spring is in full swing.

The Easter holidays are over and the last Quidditch game of the school year begins, again with Gryffindor versus Slytherin.

Loren tried to communicate with Professor McGonagall. He sat in the commentary booth when he first watched Quidditch. Seven years had passed in the blink of an eye. The ignorant child had reached the age of graduation and left school. In the last Quidditch game, he had only one request -

Sit back in the commentary seat.

Headmaster McGonagall had a blank expression on her face and refused decisively.

The atmosphere in the stadium was as warm as in previous finals.

Everything seemed the same as before. Students in the stands held flags with roaring lions and snakes embroidered on them. Professors sat in the front row. Vice-Principals McGonagall and Snape chatted with each other with a smile. Professors Flitwick and Sprout listened to their mutual sarcasm and ridicule with subtle expressions. Only Dumbledore smiled and looked at the team warming up in the field. The players on both sides were still hostile to each other, and they were determined to teach the other side a lesson.

Only the seventh graders were a little sentimental, as this was their last time watching the school's Quidditch match.

The whistle sounded and the game began.

Slytherin's special training played a role. At the beginning, they used their sturdy body advantage to knock down several Gryffindor players. Several attacks were successful and they led by 30 points at one point. However, the Gryffindor team cooperated better and kept the score close. After gradually adapting to the rhythm of the game, they started to counterattack and quickly overtook the score.

The focus of victory or defeat was on the Seekers of both teams. Harry and Draco's figures turned into two entangled lines. Even though they hadn't seen the Golden Snitch yet, their speed had already soared to the limit of the broom. The strong wind resistance blew their cheeks into a hideous distortion. They bit each other tightly, their eyes widened, and neither of them was willing to give each other any breathing space.

"Tsk, if we lose this game, I'm afraid I won't be able to swallow this anger for decades."

Loren was watching the fun and grinned: "It's so boring to just compete in Quidditch. I hope they can have a duel after the game. But it doesn't seem fair to Draco. Let's just have a hand-to-hand fight. Don't leave any regrets before graduation..."

Hermione remained expressionless and ignored him.