The days of hanging out at Hogwarts

Late at night, in a hotel by the sea in Sunderland.

Wendell still felt it was a bit unreal. A few hours ago, he was weighing the weight of the capelin he caught. In the blink of an eye, he was ashore and checked into a high-end hotel as compensation.

The ticket was refunded at full price, and the accommodation and return travel expenses were also compensated. After playing for so many days in vain, Bates thought it was a good deal. He smiled and said: "Go to bed early, we have to go back to London tomorrow morning."

It was indeed late, and everyone was a little tired, especially Loren and Hermione, who were severely depleted of energy. After saying good night to each other, they went back to their rooms to wash up and rest.

The bright lights in the hotel room were turned off, and the moonlight outside seemed softer.

"Azkaban, Dementors..." Loren was lying on the bed, playing with the black stone in his hand, thinking about what happened today.

Magic is weakening day by day, and wizards are getting worse from generation to generation. The entire magical world seems to be turbulent, but it is always like a pool of stagnant water. Only occasionally do Dumbledore and Voldemort leap out of the water and make waves.

No matter how the situation changes, in the next few years, the wizarding world will still focus on the second showdown between Dumbledore and Voldemort.

Is this rebellion in Azkaban a plan of the Death Eaters, and how are they planning to bring Voldemort back?

Loren didn't know the answer, his mind was full of confusion, and all kinds of thoughts kept popping up.

Nagini was restored to human form. If Voldemort used other things to create another Horcrux, he would lose the first-mover advantage.

Harry put it aside for now, the Ravenclaw diadem had been taken away by Dumbledore, and the diary would appear in the next school year, leaving only three Horcruxes.

Gaunt's ring, Slytherin's locket, Hufflepuff's golden cup.

"We have to speed up the Horcrux mission..." Loren muttered, his complicated thoughts gradually blurring.

It was late at night and he fell into a deep sleep.

…

The dim light shone down from the water, and Loren's consciousness kept sinking.

"Where is this?" He tried to open his eyes, trying to see the scene in front of him clearly, but he couldn't see clearly with his hazy vision.

As if he were under water, there was a biting chill everywhere, and the noisy sound of water and bubbles could be heard in his ears, but he couldn't hear anything clearly. He could only feel that he was sinking.

The perception of time becomes blurred under the influence of dreams. I don’t know how long it has passed. It may be an instant or a long time.

"Little Loren, do you know what is the most delicious?" A gentle voice sounded.

Loren blinked, and a middle-aged man with bald patches appeared in front of him, wearing a priest's clothing and with a warm smile on his face.

"I don't know, Mr. Bumble. But it's definitely not a potato." A child's childlike voice sounded.

Mr. Bumble! ?

Mr. Bumble from the Children's Home!

And this voice is the voice of his childhood.

So, this is my memory? An idea arose in Loren's mind.

But he had no impression of this scene at all.

Loren wanted to move and check the surrounding environment, but no matter what movement instructions his heart sent, his body did not respond. He was limited to this perspective.

"It's the flesh of a pure child!" The middle-aged man's gentle voice suddenly turned sinister, with a ferocious smile on his face.

Little Loren was startled, and his breathing almost stopped. After a moment of reaction, little Loren's childish voice sounded: "Are you going to kill me here?"

His voice was calm and calm, not like a child at all.

"Hahaha!" Bumble seemed to be very satisfied with his performance, his voice was filled with morbid obsession, "Yes, that's it. I knew from the time you were assigned to this orphanage that you are a child favored by the Lord. "

"You are smarter than other children. I will send your soul to thank the Lord for the gift, ho ho ho ha ha!" The muscles on Bumble's face were twitching, with a crazy look, "And the body will become My medicine!”

Little Loren wanted to call for help, but he opened his mouth with force, his lips only moved slightly, and no sound came out.

Seemingly seeing his doubts, Bumble took the initiative to explain: "Psychiatric drugs were prescribed to me by a doctor outside the church. I stopped taking them a few years ago. He didn't know that you little angels are my spirit." medicine."

Loren, who recalled this memory through perception, felt huge waves in his heart, so Bumble was a psychopath. He also killed children and ate their corpses. The biscuits given to him in the past were mixed with drugs.

He almost died in the orphanage!

Bumble began to flip through his suitcase, took out a notebook, and wrote in it: "Let's see, Maxwell, Isabella... you happen to be the 7th, 7 is a magic number..."

While babbling, Bumble spread a nylon cloth on the ground. It was so big that it almost covered the floor of the room: "This will prevent your blood from leaving any traces. You don't know, it's getting harder and harder for the police to do it now." Taming.”

He was very meticulous, carefully smoothing out every wrinkle on the nylon cloth, trying to make it fit the ground and be very smooth.

It took a long time to lay the nylon carpet. He stood up and straightened his back: "Don't worry, Joyce won't be sad. I will tell her that a kind and well-off family adopted you."

"It won't hurt. This medicine is very effective." Bumble held a small knife and came closer, as if comforting a child, with a gentle and kind smile on his face.

When death was about to come, little Loren's eyes suddenly burst into bright crystal blue light, and Bumble fainted as if he had been hit on the head by a giant hammer.

The blue light in front of him became brighter and brighter, but his vision became increasingly blurry. Finally, he closed his eyes and the world fell into darkness.

Before falling asleep, he heard someone breaking into the door, and then a pair of warm hands protected him, and it was Joyce's voice: "Loren, hold on!"

"Ms. Maggie! Ms. Maggie..." Joyce's anxious voice gradually faded away.

The sound became farther and farther away, became more and more blurry, and finally returned to the sound of sinking underwater. It was so noisy that nothing could be heard clearly.

Loren's consciousness became slightly clearer, but he did not wake up. A feeling of weightlessness hit him, and he began to sink again.

But the gurgling sound in the water not only did not disappear, but became louder and louder. Amidst such harsh noise, a new scene unfolded.

He couldn't see anything clearly, he could only see a dim blue in front of him, like a piece of blue cloth blocking his sight.

Then a group of crimson bloomed, dyeing the blue cloth the color of blood. He heard screams coming from far away, terrible, panic, and pleading screams.

There seemed to be chaos outside and something terrible had happened.

But before Loren could feel it carefully, his eyes were covered by a blue light again. The noise became louder and louder, getting closer and closer, gradually drilling from his ears into his brain, as if it was about to explode his skull.

"hiss!"

"Huh-huh-huh." Loren suddenly sat up from the bed and took a big breath.

As if breaking through the water and emerging from the water, those noisy sounds became clearer, became smaller, and then gradually disappeared, and everything returned to silence.

He swallowed, moistened his throat, and the heart that was stuck in his throat eased with one breath.

Outside the window, the moonlight was bright. Everything he saw just now seemed like a dream, but Loren was sure that it was not a dream. The nylon carpet, Bumble's sinister smile, and the blue cloth were gradually soaked with blood. It was all too much. It's clear.

He was convinced that it was his memory, the memory of the time traveler Loren.

Before tonight, he had always thought that Bumble's departure from the orphanage was a normal transfer, but now it seems that he was arrested after the incident. As for the orphanage concealing this matter, this is perfectly normal.

If a report comes out about a cannibalistic welfare home staff member, the government, church, and welfare home will also be affected. The best choice is to conceal the matter.

And he suddenly knocked Bumble unconscious, which should be the result of magic awakening and magic riot. Under the crisis of life and death, he spontaneously used magic power to knock Bumble unconscious.

Loren felt nauseous when he thought of that person, so why did he miss that memory and still missed Bumble afterwards.

Is it because of the drug Bumble gave him?

Or is it the blue light that appears in front of you when the magic power is rioting?

There is also a later scene where the sky blue cloth soaked in blood directly overturns Loren's self-identification. He thought he had traveled back in time when the original owner had a car accident, but it seems that is not the case now.

There was a hole in his memory, and this discovery made Loren feel a little uneasy, not because of the perception of danger, but because of an urgency to pursue his own integrity.

Human memory is the cornerstone of self-awareness, and Loren is eager to retrieve the missing memory.

"It seems that I have to find time to go back to the orphanage and take a look." Loren thought to himself, and unconsciously pinched the pebbles with his fingers.

It doesn't feel right... Loren held the stone in front of his eyes and looked around.

"Looks like it's a little bigger," Loren said to herself.

In order to verify his conjecture, Loren placed the stone next to his pillow, and then said: "[Calling God to Guard]"

The dementor was originally burned into a stone under the light of the patron saint. If the stone becomes larger, it can be shrunk again by roasting it with the patron saint's light.

He controlled the magic power and did not summon the giant whale, but wrapped the stone with silver-white light.

Under this light, Loren felt much more at peace.

The surface of the black stone was smooth, but it could not reflect the light. Under the light of the patron saint, it slowly shrank by one size and returned to its appearance when it first got on the ship.

Loren's face was filled with surprise and uncertainty, so his nightmare, or memory, tonight was brought out by this stone.

Even if only a small piece is left after being burned, it still maintains the instinct of a dementor, awakening people's despair and pain, and robbing people of their happiness.

And after absorbing his emotions, Shi Zi has grown to a certain extent. Can it be concluded that after receiving sufficient emotional nourishment, a new dementor will be born?

"What an evil creature." Loren exclaimed.

Although he wanted to retrieve that memory, Loren didn't want to use this soul-stirring stone. He didn't want to feed the stone with his emotions. For safety reasons, Loren did not dare to sleep with it anymore. Instead, he used transfiguration to make a wooden box and put it aside.

…

Crabbe Manor.

Porcelain vases and historic wooden tables were all smashed into pieces and scattered messily on the floor.

Old Crabbe kicked Vincent Crabbe to the corner.

Although he was taller and stronger than his peers, Vincent, who was only 12 years old, could not withstand the huge force and his body hit the wall with a dull sound.

"You, you, how dare you!" Old Crabbe's face was full of violence and anger, "How dare you contact the werewolves and let them break into Azkaban!"

Old Crabbe walked back and forth in the room, his hard-soled leather shoes making a loud sound on the wooden floor, and a dangerous aura spread out, as if he was about to attack at any time, "How dare you use my name!"

He couldn't help but quickly came to Vincent, grabbed Vincent's collar with both hands, and looked closely into his eyes, "What do you want to do? Do you want to kill our family?"

Vincent looked at the red bloodshot eyes bulging in his father's eyes and remained silent without answering.

Old Crabbe picked up Vincent and threw him to the ground: "If your cousin hadn't directly killed that beast during the interrogation, you could go to Azkaban to find me now to visit your dear. Dad!"

"7,000 Galleons. It took me a full 7,000 Galleons to get your cousin and his partner to agree to keep it secret. I have never spent such a large sum of money since the Death Eater trial."

He turned around and shouted: "What on earth do you want to do!"

Vincent still didn't answer, just lowered his head in silence and allowed Old Crabbe to beat and scold him.

No matter what mistakes Vincent made, he was still Crabbe's son and could not be killed. Old Crabbe vented for a while and left angrily, his footsteps making the floor "bang bang".

Vincent, who had always lowered his head, raised his eyes and watched his father's back gradually disappear, his eyes far away, "How can I tell you?"

I told you last time that the Dark Lord was about to return. In less than a week, the entire pure-blood family knew about it, and so did the Ministry of Magic.

Although Vincent was not very smart, he also understood that his father was not a reliable Death Eater. The older generation of pure-blood Death Eaters, or Death Eaters outside of Azkaban, are not loyal to the Dark Lord.

"I can only rely on myself..." The boy's voice was soft, but his violence was exactly the same as his father's.

…

Ministry of Magic, an ordinary office.

Dolores Umbridge, wearing a pink skirt, organized the files on the desktop and ended her overtime work today.

Ordinarily, unlike the low-level workers at the Ministry of Magic, she doesn't have to work overtime, but this is of her own free will.

Standing up, she straightened a small black velvet bow on her short curly hair, patted her broad, saggy face, and said in a sweet voice: "Submit the Anti-Werewolf Act at this time. , the minister will definitely recognize my talent."

The euphoric tone changed, and the voice was also high-pitched and sweet, like a girl, but full of resentment, "Those beasts, dog-like things, should all be put to death!"