days at Hogwarts

Chapter 202 The Sun Also Rises

Chapter 202 The sun also rises

After waking up, Loren could no longer fall back asleep. He leaned against the head of the four-poster bed and watched the sun gradually rise outside the window.

The stone ball sealed with the resurrection stone turned over and over in the palm of his hand, and he had the idea of ​​using the resurrection stone to summon the souls of his parents, but it was just an idea.

The Sri Lankan has passed away. Although he doesn't know what the world of death looks like, he doesn't want to disturb the souls of the dead, and he doesn't know what kind of mentality he should face them.

The crimson glow changes from light to thick, giving people a little warm feeling in the cold winter.

Loren still couldn't figure it out. Muggles and wizards are obviously the same species, and they don't even have reproductive isolation. Just because they don't know magic, their lives become cheap.

Pettigrew Peter blows up an entire street just to get away, not caring how many Muggles he kills in doing so.

Sirius Black indirectly killed 12 people, and all he cared about was Peter Pettigrew. Even during his ten years in Azkaban, he didn't feel the slightest regret for his actions.Once again, he would go after Pettigrew Peter at all costs, even if 12 Muggles would die for it.

The most absurd thing about the whole thing is that the two culprits survived the incident while 12 innocent Muggles died instantly.

House-elves are considered as low as slaves, and Pig didn't hesitate when he set fire to Windsor Castle.

Is Muggle life really so cheap...

He wanted to ask this question for Muggles.

-

The moment when the sky has not yet fully brightened.

In the luxurious Malfoy Manor in Wiltshire, the house elves have woken up and started preparing breakfast for their master.

Although there are only two people, the breakfast is very rich, muffins covered with honey, grilled mushrooms and roasted tomatoes, salads made of more than a dozen kinds of fruits, chickpeas stewed so viscous...every kind of food is in Exudes a seductive aroma.

It's just that the food was not enjoyed by the owner of the manor. Instead, a group of rude, dirty, and smelly people were sitting on the dining table, gobbling it up with their hands and mouths.They seem to have never eaten a good meal in several lifetimes. No matter what they grab, they stuff it into their mouths, chew it twice and then swallow it whole.

Food soup and crumbs were spilled on the expensive carpet, making it a mess.

The owner of the manor, Lucius, stood aside, suppressing the anger in his brows and eyes.This group of lowly werewolves dismantled their bodies and sold them for money that would not be worth the price of this carpet.

He asked the old Crabbe sitting on the sofa harshly: "What do you want to do?"

Half an hour ago, Dobby knocked on his bedroom door in a panic, waking him and Narcissa who were sleeping, and informed that a group of unexpected guests had arrived at the gate of the manor.

Old Crabbe's huge body like a grizzly bear dented a large part of the leather sofa. He grinned, and his fierce face showed pleasure: "Don't be so alien, Lucius. We are just following the order of the Dark Lord. Order, I just need to discuss some things with you."

Old Crabbe was very pleased with himself.For a long time, whether it was the student period, the Death Eater period, or the later "sanctuary" period, Malfoy had always dominated him.

Now the situation was reversed, and he pressed Malfoy, looking at Lucius' angry face, and old Crabbe felt as comfortable as eating honey.

Lucius' hand in the cuff trembled slightly, and great panic and terror instantly enveloped him.

Has the Dark Lord returned?

No, if the Dark Lord did return, it wouldn't be Crabbe standing before him now.Since the Dark Lord has not appeared, it means that he cannot appear, he has not fully recovered.

Complicated thoughts emerged from his mind, and one thought after another flashed in his eyes, planning what was best for Malfoy.

The scene fell silent for a while, only the rude voices of the werewolves snatching food at the table.

Sitting at the other end of the sofa was the leader of the werewolf - Fenrir Greyback. He didn't try to grab the food. The ordinary food tasted bland to him.He stuck out his tongue and licked his lips and the two fangs of the upper jaw. Only human flesh and blood could arouse his appetite.

Greiberg was wearing a battered leather jacket, with two of the four buttons missing from the single-breasted jacket, and all that was left was broken threads.His eyes are not like human eyes at all, the small pupils are shrunk into a ball, there is a small black area around the white of the eyes, and the whole body is covered with disgusting hair. Even when he is not transformed, he can still see his werewolf identity ,

His thick nails were ground into the shape of long and sharp wolf claws. He pierced the leather sofa with his nails and scratched the sofa along the dark gold embroidery pattern, enjoying the pleasure of friction to the nails.

Looking at the old Crabbe with interest, Greiberg smiled cruelly: "Have you considered becoming a werewolf? With your body, after transformation, you will be far stronger than you are now."

Before Crabbe could speak, his beast-like eyes rolled: "Oh, no. You are too old, how about your son, I can make him the leader of the werewolves hahahaha..."

He laughed wantonly, and when old Crabbe jumped up, he quickly changed his words: "It's just a joke."

Old Crabbe was panting heavily, these damned beasts, sooner or later the Dark Lord will flay them, pull out their disgusting teeth, and tame wolves into dogs.

Lucius interrupted the farce: "What do you want to discuss with me?"

"We're going to get a few people out of Azkaban, and we need your cooperation," Greyberg said.

"What?" Lucius laughed angrily. "Getting someone out of Azkaban, who do you think I am, the Minister of Magic? Even the Minister of Magic can't do this kind of thing."

People's emotions are very complicated. When you feel that you are miserable, you will feel better when you see someone worse than yourself.When you feel like you're getting angry, seeing someone angrier makes you feel better.

Old Crabbe had this kind of mentality, Lucius was not happy to make him happy, and he said to Lucius after his anger dissipated: "The Minister of Magic can't do this kind of thing, but without the Minister of Magic, this matter Things are possible."

"What do you mean?"

"We need you to find a full moon night to hold a banquet and gather all the main officials of the Ministry of Magic together, and leave the rest to us."

Lucius was startled and terrified: "Are you going to attack Ministry of Magic officials?!"

Grayberg sneered: "Of course not, we just want to do something that the big shots can't react to when they are enjoying the food and intoxicating wine."

Lucius lowered his head to think, and no one could see the expression on his face clearly.

"There is plenty of time, you can think about it, should you report to Dumbledore, or do what we say?" Old Crabbe said sullenly.

"gone!"

Greyberg stood up and greeted the werewolves who were scrambling for food at the dining table. The group turned into a black mist and rushed out of Malfoy Manor quickly, before it disappeared into the gray mist while the sky was still dark.

squeak~

The sound of the door opening sounded, and Narcissa hurried downstairs, seeing a mess.

"What... are they here for? Is the Dark Lord coming back?" Narcissa asked in a trembling voice, holding back her crying.

In the huge hall of the manor, Narcissa looked at the dirty carpet, the messy dining table, and the shattered sofa, and a deep sense of powerlessness rose from the bottom of her heart.

The days of peace and stability seem to be coming to an end, and turmoil will come again, returning to the life full of death and fear.Narcissa's face was bloodless, and her hands and feet were cold.

Lucius raised his head, showing a tired face, he waved his hand: "Don't worry about this, and don't mention anything related to the Dark Lord to anyone."

"Write to Draco and tell him not to come back this Christmas holiday." He walked upstairs to the study, planning to plan some banquets.

Yeah, no matter what they were, Draco couldn't be okay, Draco couldn't be okay.

Narcissa seemed to have found some kind of support, blood and strength pumped from her heart again.

"Damn it! Dobby, Dobby, get out and clean this place!"

The manor is noisy again...

Hogwarts Castle, Great Hall.

As soon as Harry and the others walked in, the noise in the auditorium stopped, and the young wizards from the four colleges all fell silent and stared at him, trying to see some traces of the Chamber of Secrets from him.The other colleges were better. The little wizards of Slytherin didn't even blink their eyes. They couldn't figure out why the heir of Slytherin would be a Gryffindor.

The little Muggle-born wizards peered timidly, and when Harry's eyes flicked past them, they quickly moved their eyes away, not daring to meet Harry's gaze.

Facing such gazes, Harry stopped at the door, in a dilemma.

Suddenly a force pushed him into the auditorium from behind. It was George and Fred:

"Look, everyone, this is the heir of Slytherin!"

"Be careful, he is a very evil wizard."

Harry was pushed back, his funny appearance made Wood, Angelina and others laugh.The players on the Gryffindor Quidditch team expressed their confidence in Harry with exaggerated laughter.

Amid such laughter, Harry suddenly developed courage, strode to the long table and sat down, enjoying his breakfast in peace.

Ron suppressed a laugh, shook his shoulder and bumped him: "Half the students in the school think you go to the secret room every night."

"To my surprise, half of my classmates believed me..."

The two chatted chatteringly, and didn't notice Loren who was on the side. He seemed to have been here for a while, which is not surprising. Loren is always more diligent than others, and it is normal to get up early on weekends.

But Hermione sensed something was wrong, Loren was downcast, and she could clearly feel his depression.

At this moment, Loren's mind was in a mess, and he was already a little delirious.He barely closed his eyes last night, and only rested for a while in the fantasy book. A year of distant memories appeared in his mind, and his body was exhausted after another round of magic power riots.

He didn't have a good meal last night, he just ate some snacks at Dumbledore's place, his stomach was suddenly empty when the sky just dawned, he was so hungry that he thought he could stuff a cow into his stomach.

But when he really sat on the long table and only ate half a croissant, he felt drowsy and would fall asleep at any moment.

At this moment, a familiar voice rang in his ear: "Loren, what's wrong with you? Did you not sleep well last night?"

Loren opened his eyes in bewilderment, and barely glanced at Hermione. His mind was muddled, and he replied vaguely, "Huh?"

The crystal blue and clear pupils in the past were gone, replaced by a pair of lifeless black pupils.The whites of the eyes were covered with scarlet bloodshot eyes, the eyelids were swollen, and there were traces of tears that hadn't been scrubbed clean.Like an abandoned, homeless cub.

Hermione felt sour when she saw it, and guessed that something must have happened after returning to the dormitory last night.She didn't ask here, but put some food in kraft paper and put it in a cloth bag, and pulled Loren to the bathroom.

"We're going to brew the potion." Hermione greeted Harry.

His body was being dragged and run by a girl with great power, bumping up and down constantly. Loren suddenly came to his senses, looked around, and slowly focused his eyes before realizing the current situation. He was a little dazed.

The two of them ran all the way into Myrtle's bathroom before Hermione stopped, grabbed him by the shoulder and asked eagerly, "What's wrong with your eyes? What happened after we parted last night? Is there a letter from home? Has something happened to Grandpa Bates? Didn’t you just go home and see?”

After asking a lot of questions, Hermione suddenly opened her eyes wide and remembered something: "I just said why you left school suddenly and went home. Is Grandpa Bates seriously ill?"

The girl's face was pale, and she was crying: "What's wrong with Grandpa Bates?"

Loren felt warm in his heart. He was amused by the girl's appearance, and turned over to comfort her: "Don't think about it, it's not about this."

He came to sit down beside the cauldron where the potion was brewed, lit up the fire, observed the progress of the Polyjuice Potion, and added potion to it.While boiling the potion, he talked about how he recovered his memory.

But he didn't mention Sirius Black and Pettigrew Peter, only that the parents were involved in the duel between the two wizards and died.

"Are my eyes different?" Loren touched his eyelids belatedly. Flamel said that the peculiarity of his eyes came from part of the overflowing soul power. After the memory was unsealed, it seemed to return to the original color up.

Don't know if there is still magic vision?

He blinked his eyes at the boiled compound decoction, and for a moment, a strange magic light bloomed in front of his eyes.It seems that only the appearance has changed, but the ability is still there.

Hermione thought for a while, and comforted her cautiously: "Don't wallow in sadness, you still have Grandpa Bates, and our friends."

Loren stirred the potion and watched the vortex inside. The vortex seemed to attract people's mind into it: "I know, don't worry."

Hermione frowned: "According to me, Loren, don't keep things in your heart, if you feel uncomfortable, just cry."

"I went to a children's welfare home when I was one year old. I didn't have a deep relationship with my parents. I just suddenly recalled the memory and felt a little uncomfortable. Now it's much better." Loren's stirring speed slowed down, and even his tone slowed down. "You come and continue to make the soup, this is your job."

Hearing these words, Hermione felt a little sad, she stared and said, "They are parents, how could they have no feelings!"

Loren's pretending to be free and easy and changing the subject made Hermione panic.

Guilt and distress arose from pity in her heart, and she wanted to say something about the meaning of life, the destination of the soul, death is a great adventure, etc., in order to comfort him.

Staring at the compound decoction, she even thought of the connection between lacewings and death, and even led to plausible philosophical topics such as the true meaning of life, love and continuation.

A few minutes later, Hermione felt more tired than memorizing several tomes, just as she was about to speak.But I heard heavy and long breathing from the side

Loren sat cross-legged on the ground, pecking his head and dozing off.

Hermione was dumbfounded.

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