The days of hanging out at Hogwarts

Watching Harry and Ron running away, Loren chuckled softly, apparently relieved.

Hermione picked up the little flower-shaped mirror and rubbed her fingers on the mirror. Unable to resist the impulse in her heart, she raised the mirror and shook it at Loren. Then her eyes were bright, expecting him to be stupid.

Loren lowered his eyes and glanced at her, then grabbed the mirror and hit her on the head with a violent shock: "What are you thinking about? The things I made are used against me?"

"Ouch~" Hermione exclaimed in pain, "You actually hit me!"

She waved her hands and was about to teach Loren a lesson, but Loren didn't hesitate at all, stood up and ran away.

It was approaching midnight, the moonlight was hidden in the thin clouds, the night sky was a hazy silvery white, and the shining stars were like pearls, bright and dazzling.

In the quiet and deserted castle, the sound of teenagers running could be heard far away.

In the Gryffindor boys' dormitory, Seamus sat on Harry's bed and spoke in a low voice in his ear: "Loren was the first one to stand up and speak for you. He scolded McLaggen in front of everyone. , many people say he is stupid. If a little Muggle wizard comes so close to you who can speak Parseltongue, he will be petrified sooner or later."

Harry's heart suddenly became clogged again, but he didn't want to show it. He suppressed the sourness on the tip of his nose and joked to Seamus: "Everyone in the dormitory believes me, why are you talking so quietly?"

Neville was taking stock of recent passwords; Ron turned the sheets into a chessboard and was obsessed with gesticulating back and forth; Loren got under the quilt, with half a book exposed from the corner, and secretly studied behind their backs, until he fell asleep while studying.

Seamus glanced around to make sure everyone was doing their own thing on the bed, and then revealed his thoughts in a coy way: "Although I know you are not the heir to the secret room, I believe you will definitely find the secret room and the real heir. You guys Can you take me with you on your adventure this year?"

He solemnly promised: "I just want to experience what it feels like to be a warrior, and I promise not to cause any trouble."

Harry looked at him dumbfounded: "What are you talking about? These things are beyond our control."

"Please! I can help you get information. I have acquaintances in Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw. It's not impossible to get information about Slytherin. I promise not to hold you back." Seamus refused to give up.

Harry couldn't stand him and kept grinding, so he reluctantly agreed and asked him to help pay attention to Malfoy's recent traces.

Loren returned to the dormitory, climbed into bed after washing, and sank into the alchemy laboratory.

In the middle of the hemispherical room made of red bricks and turned upside down, a large furnace carved from black stone has various hexagrams, scales, and horoscopes floating on its surface. A ball inside continuously emits a blazing stream of light like magma.

Judging from the appearance, the virtual furnace is much larger than the one transformed from the Book of Fantasy, and the runes flowing on the surface are also more complex. Loren doubted that the little melting pot that the Book of Fantasy had become could be upgraded.

"You don't have to think about the ratio, you don't have to worry about the heat, you just throw the ore in, and you can make the right material." Loren looked at the furnace curiously, "I always feel that it doesn't look like it was refined by Nico. It is completely inconsistent with the principles of alchemy. This style that ignores the rules and completely violates common sense is very much like something created by ancient wizards."

Not scientific, but very magical.

Flamel snorted: "Don't look at it, this is not something you can dismantle now. Aren't you going to use the hand mirror to enter deep consciousness and find your lost memories? Pay attention to the following content!"

"Unlike memory devices such as the Pensieve, the fundamental function of this mirror is to construct an illusion. In other words, what you see is an illusion generated by your consciousness. It is best for you to just watch and listen, not Do anything superfluous..."

The mirror was weird, the Bloody Mary was weird, even the way the mirror landed in Loren's hands was weird. At that time in the Forest of Dean, he was unknowingly led into the illusion, and he vaguely watched a Bloody Mary story, and then picked up this mirror for nothing.

He still doesn't know whether the illusion at that time was man-made or an arrangement left by a mysterious wizard who was proficient in prophecy. But he is very open-minded. Anyway, things picked up for free will not be used for free.

"Remember what I said, the illusion can be divided into three layers. The first layer is the reflection of reality, which has certain real characteristics. You have to guide the reality to open the second layer to memory. If everything goes well , you can see your missing memory on the second level." At this point, Flamel frowned and paused.

Loren then asked: "What about the third floor?"

Flamel shook his head: "It's best not to enter the third level. Whether it is the subconscious or the underlying consciousness, it is too complicated and it is easy for people to get lost. Moreover, the illusion of the third level may react on your consciousness and have a negative impact on you. Influence."

Guide the memory on the first level. After entering the second level, you can only watch and do not enter the third level.

Loren's mind was filled with Flamel's nagging instructions, and her consciousness returned to her body on the four-poster bed.

In the dormitory, Harry and Seamus were still discussing something quietly, and vaguely heard words such as "Malfoy", "Warrior" and "Count me in".

After getting back into bed, Loren held the small mirror and held it up to his eyes.

The black curly hair was a little messy under the quilt, the eyes were pure blue, and the child's face was still a little immature, but he could already tell that he was handsome.

Loren was very satisfied and became even more fascinated. The mirror is getting closer and closer, and the figure in the mirror is getting bigger and bigger, until it has covered the sky and the sun, occupying Loren's entire sight.

After blinking slightly and shaking his head, Loren came back to his senses and found that the hand holding the mirror had become his left hand, everything in front of him was flipped left and right, and Nico's picture on the cover of the book of fantasy also became dull and rigid.

He probably understood that he had entered the first level of illusion.

After lifting the quilt, Seamus and Harry were still chatting, but they couldn't hear clearly what they were talking about, not even the fragmentary words.

Loren looked at this scene with a strange feeling in his heart. He had thought about trying to prank Harry in the fantasy world, but in the end he gave up the plan because business was more important.

"Do you still remember what happened before you were one year old?" Loren began his guidance.

When the sound rang out, he felt that the entire space froze for a moment. At this time, all the sounds fell silent. The sound of the wind outside the window, the sound of roommates discussing, and the flickering of candlelight all disappeared. In an instant it sounded again, and the illusion started to work again.

Perhaps the connection between Neville and memory in his consciousness is the highest, so Neville in the fantasy world was the first to respond to the topic of memory: "I don't know if I remember it. I remember some things very clearly, but I don't know if they are the same." Years ago."

Harry's voice was a little slow: "I always see my parents in my dreams, and I even dream about them talking to me. This may be a memory from before I was one year old."

"What about you, do you still remember the memories from before you were one year old?" Seamus asked.

Loren followed the topic and said, "I remember, my hometown is in Devon..."

Sir Hillier Children's Welfare Home is in Devon County. Government employees will definitely not send local orphans to other places for placement. Based on the principle of nearest distribution, it can be inferred that his hometown is indeed Devon County.

After saying this, Loren suddenly felt many familiar and unfamiliar scenes pouring into his mind:

It seems to be a bustling street, full of small vendors doing small businesses. At one end of the street, the best seller in the bakery is cream puffs. The clerk will stuff a few extra nougats when packing them. A little further on, there are cream puffs. A movie theater.

The prosperous and lively sounds continued for a long time, as if they were in his ears, getting louder and noisier.

The voices of Harry and Seamus sounded again, mixed with the bustling hawking sounds, becoming shrill and harsh. Various items in the dormitory are gradually twisted and elongated, like the mirror images in a concave and convex mirror...

A violent falling feeling came over——

Loren opened his eyes again and felt that he was wrapped tightly in baby clothes. He was sitting in a somewhat crude screening room. The light from the projector in front of him was projected on the rough curtain. From time to time, some noise flashed on the screen. The video equipment produces sounds with a sense of the times.

A long list of employees on the screen proved that the movie was over. Next to him was a gentle-faced woman wearing a sky-blue skirt who looked to be in her twenties. She bent down and kissed him on the forehead: "Everyone." I don’t cry or fuss during every movie, my baby is so well-behaved!”

The fresh floral fragrance came from her curly and fluffy black hair, making Loren feel sleepy. Following his body's instinct, Loren fell into her arms.

The gentle woman smiled: "It turns out I'm sleepy, no wonder it's so quiet."

Sitting next to the woman was a handsome man in his twenties. He stood up, picked up the child, and changed into a comfortable position so that the child could sleep more soundly. The other hand made an invitation, with a gentle smile in his voice:

"So, Mrs. Morgan, I sincerely invite you to my home. What do you think?"

"my pleasure!"

The woman put her hand on the man's, and the family of three slowly walked downstairs, shoulder to shoulder, and walked onto the street, the bustling street in Loren's memory.

They stopped by the bakery and bought some cream puffs.

The man tore open the nougat given by the clerk and brought it to the woman's mouth. The woman bit off half of it, and a satisfied smile appeared on her face because of the sweetness.

He stuffed the other half into the mouth of Loren, who was in a daze, and shook his son awake to let him eat sweets, which made the child and the woman speechless.

The happy scene continued until- "Peter! You have to pay for your actions!"

The ear-piercing roar was followed by an earth-shaking explosion. A strong shock wave erupted from the street corner, blowing up the surrounding houses. Mud and rocks flew everywhere, and the masonry on the floor was lifted, revealing the sewer opening.

The man protected the woman and the child in a very short time, and the woman hid the child in her arms. Her disheveled black hair and sky blue dress obscured Loren's sight.

The sharp stone penetrated the woman's chest. She just grunted and protected the child in her arms, as if she was worried that he would cry. The woman endured the pain and said softly: "Don't cry, don't cry. Mom is here..." …”

Thick and warm blood soaked into the sky-blue dress. The woman lost too much blood and her consciousness was completely blurred. She didn't know that the child in her arms had already passed out, and she kept repeating:

"Don't cry, don't cry. Mom is here..."

The blood flow gradually slowed down, and the woman seemed to notice something. She whispered for the last time: "Don't cry, don't make trouble, mommy's baby, you are so good."

The chatter of Harry and Seamus' discussion roared past like the neigh of a train arriving at the station, its harsh sound penetrating the entire fantasy.

Loren, whose emotions fluctuated violently, could no longer hold on. Everything in front of him was shattered like a mirror, and white cracks filled every part of the world.

There was a sound of shattering lenses, and Loren came out of the illusion.

He suddenly felt a twinge in his mind. The pain spread from his head to his left chest and into his lungs. Every breath he took was accompanied by unbearable pain.

Loren carefully curled up under the quilt and took a deep breath, trying to relieve the sudden pain, but the sharp needle stuck from the trachea to the heart.

The crystal blue shadow in his eyes shattered into pieces, revealing their true black color. Warm tears overflowed from the corners of his eyes, flowed through his earlobes, and then fell on the pillow, slowly turning cold on the cotton.

He didn't want his roommate to notice, so he didn't shout from the beginning to the end. He didn't want to enter the Book of Fantasy, he didn't want to go anywhere, he didn't want to see anyone, he didn't want to talk to anyone.

Until the sky started to lighten up, Loren's fingers trembled slightly as he fumbled for the fantasy book and entered the library.

Loren, who has black hair and black eyes, looks different from before, less refined and more elegant.

He told Flamel everything about the changes in his magic power awakening. Except for his slightly red and swollen eyes, it was almost impossible to see the waves in his heart.

Flamel flew above Loren's head, his whole body emitting a milky white light, causing the library to become brighter. The milk-like light shone on Loren's consciousness, making him feel a little warm.

Flamel pondered for a long time before speaking: "Witnessing the death of your loved ones caused your emotions to fluctuate violently. Your magic power started to riot as soon as you awakened. You were still too young at that time and your soul had not yet reached a stable state. Emotions and magic touch your soul at the same time. Part of the deepest power of the soul is stirred up and attached to your eyes. At the same time, in order to stabilize the magic and soul, your subconscious naturally seals this memory, so it has just been unblocked You will feel severe pain."

Loren squinted his eyes, felt his body, and asked, "Will this have any impact on me?"

Flamel shook his head: "Your soul has been stabilized. This is equivalent to the awakening of magic power again. There is no other impact."

Loren snorted, then fell into a long silence.

Ten minutes later, Flamel broke the silence: "What are you going to do with those two wizards dueling in the street?"

Loren closed her eyes and remained motionless. Just when Flamel thought he had fallen asleep, Loren opened his eyes and said slowly but firmly: "The victim is a Muggle, so Peter Pettigrew should be tried by Muggle laws. Terrorist attacks caused a large number of In case of casualties, the death penalty is usually carried out immediately. I will help him serve his sentence."

Britain has effectively abolished the death penalty. Flamel opened his mouth and finally asked another question: "Where is the other one?"

"One more," Loren paused.

After all, Black is not the real murderer, and he has been imprisoned in Azkaban for ten years and has somewhat atone for his sins. Moreover, he is the only relative that Harry recognizes. Loren does not want to be like Peter Pettigrew.

"I want an answer from Sirius Black..."

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Author's voice-over: Loren's memory was dug out, but because Hanhan's author was too ambitious and his writing was too weak, he didn't write it clearly.

First, let me tell you about my parents' feud. I designed a big plot about Pettigrew's death, which should have happened in the third grade.

Sirius will show up at school in the second semester of the second grade, and Loren will not let him go as long as he wants to deal with it. Asking questions means "torture"...