days at Hogwarts

Chapter 233 Mao Heart and Horcrux

The composting task was quickly completed, and the smell of the third greenhouse was reduced a lot after a period of ventilation.

When Professor Sprout gathered all the students and lined up at the door of the third greenhouse, the little wizards suppressed their excitement and had expectant smiles on their faces.

The last class on Friday was just waiting for Professor Sprout to announce the disbandment. They could play here for an afternoon and then welcome the refreshing weekend.

Professor Sprout was wearing gardener's clothes and a big brown wizard's hat on his head. He stood at the door of the third greenhouse with his hands on his hips: "Some of you are diligently composting and collecting fodder. Here, I want to Praise Longbottom and Aibo."

Applause rang out, and everyone looked at Neville and Hannah. Neville felt the gazes of others, and everything from his neck to his ears was filled with blood and turned red.

Hannah had a pleasant smile on her face.

Ron tilted his head slightly, covered his mouth with his palm, and whispered to the side: "Harry, Seamus, do you think Neville is more shy than before?"

"I think so too, he seems to have returned to the first grade." Seamus grinned on one side of his mouth, and his voice came from the gap.

Loren looked at Neville and Hannah standing together with a teasing smile on his face.

Hermione tilted her head...and couldn't figure out what this man was laughing at.

"Horcrux?" Flamel's disdainful voice sounded. He waved his hand casually, and the floating shadow of the hairy heart turned into countless tiny rays of light and dissipated in mid-air.

"Is that so?" Loren trailed off, getting in front of the girl's eyes and looking at her eye to eye, with a suspicious look on his face.

Why did the witch approach the wizard? Did she come to kill the wizard in the first place?

Seamus and Dean immediately cheered. They walked up to Harry and Ron, jumped up and high-fived in celebration.

Seeing that the two of them were still a little confused, Loren reminded them: "Mature mandrakes can be used to prepare potions to awaken the petrified Colin and Justin."

"Good boy!" Professor Sprout praised, "Let's start quickly. I will come and lock the greenhouse before dark."

"A cold, wise wizard... who does not grieve for the death of his parents..."

"Would you like me to go with you, since I haven't seen Hagrid and Fang for a long time?"

Hermione felt a little guilty in her heart, and reached out her little hand to pat his chest gently to express comfort: "No, no, I will be back before dark, I will come to you."

Hermione looked at the professor's retreating back thoughtfully, her little head couldn't stop nodding.

Flamel didn't care much. He said calmly: "Believe me, Loren, immortality is not as wonderful as you think. Nico doesn't want to live after 600 years. I think he has persisted long enough." Well, at least for 600 years, he didn’t find much trace of other immortal people.”

Hermione, Harry, Ron, Seamus and Dean all shrank their heads, not daring to look directly into Professor Sprout's eyes.

Most of the little wizards were playing and running around outside. There was no one in the room and it was quiet.

"Harry Potter, Ron Weasley, you two stay, the others can go back."

"Did you pick up the gold galleons? You are so happy." Loren shook his head and stood up, changing from lying down to a normal sitting position.

"It's up to you." Hermione snorted. The little witch was led by Professor Flitwick to experience Apparition many times today, and she vaguely grasped that wonderful feeling.

The heart has been cut off from the senses for a long time and becomes a hairy heart.The witch asked the wizard to put the heart back and feel the emotions and desires... The wizard, dominated by desire, killed the witch, and then cut out the heart and committed suicide because he did not want to be controlled by Mao's heart.

Well, he won't either...

"You should have read those anatomy books. There is no way the heart will age in this way."

It hurt a little from being pushed. Loren rubbed his chest and muttered, "If you don't want to go, why don't you go? Why are you pushing me... Do you need me to pick you up when you go back to the castle?"

The story is by no means as simple as Beedle the Poet expressed it.

"But! There are also people who are lazy among the crowd. You know who I am talking about!" Professor Sprout's eyes swept around Loren and others, with a bit of Professor McGonagall's air, oppressive Full of strength.

When his consciousness returned to his real body, Loren felt that the book on his face had been taken away, and his eyelashes were being played with, making it itchy.

"Do you know how to do it?"

The virtual consciousness flashed, and someone in the real world called him. Loren's thoughts changed, and his consciousness exited the space of the fantasy book.

"I, I..." Hermione looked left and right, but didn't dare to look into Loren's eyes, and said hesitantly, "I'm going to the Forbidden Forest. I have something to do with Hagrid."

"Great!"

Next to the hot fireplace, Loren sank into the soft single sofa, with a copy of "The Tales of Beedle the Bard" covering his face, breathing evenly and sleeping soundly.

"There are still several months until our final exams, which is not too soon." Ron said in a miserable tone, "Come on Harry, we have to take off the socks of those noisy guys quickly, and don't forget to wear earmuffs. .”

Only Loren held his chest up and raised his head, with a posture of "I don't know what you are talking about, it's not me anyway", and he was confident.

"I remember your promise, boys." Professor Sprout looked at them with a hearty voice, "But if you do something wrong, you will be punished. I want you to get the socks and scarf that Mandrake wore for the winter. Come down."

Professor Sprout's words made Loren choke, and his attitude became less confident.

Weekends, Gryffindor common room.

"Do you know where the mandrake is?"

There are five short stories in total. The Deathly Hallows that appeared in "The Legend of the Three Brothers" are indeed real. Loren has seen the Elder Wand, Resurrection Stone, and Invisibility Cloak; "The Fountain of Good Luck" was confirmed by Dumbledore; "Babity Rabbit and Her Croaking Stump" is based on the Animagus.

Loren blinked: "Don't tell me, wizards are like this. They can survive even if their hearts are taken out."

Hermione has been going behind his back lately, seeming to be busy with something that she cannot tell him.However, everyone has secrets, and Hermione wouldn't ask if she didn't want to tell them.Hermione respected him the same way.

<divclass="contentadv">It’s impossible for Hermione to defect to Voldemort anyway.

Loren looked at the changing shadow of his heart. The black magic rising above it looked like Ravenclaw's crown. He sighed faintly: "Thousands of years have passed since Haierbo invented the method of making Horcruxes. No one knows how many people tried..."

Indifferent, full of wisdom, excellent magic talent, no emotions... let alone the heart and the soul can survive without the body.If the heart is destroyed, you will die. Isn't the heart the Horcrux that entrusts the soul?

The sight in front of him made Loren feel cold in his heart, but he quickly reacted and was speechless, "Frammel, this is a heart, not an apple."

"And Mrs. Norris," Hermione added. "Filch will be delighted to hear that."

Until a witch appeared and gained his trust, the wizard showed the witch his hairy heart hidden in the magic box, claiming that he had sealed his heart and feelings.

Harry and Ron nodded obediently.

His eyes were open, but the white and tender little hand was still doing mischief. Loren bit into it, and his teeth made a crisp "click" sound when they touched together.

Loren nodded noncommittally.

When he opened his eyes, he saw in front of him Hermione who had just come back from outside. Her face was flushed, and her smile overflowed from the corners of her eyes. She couldn't stop it.She was sitting on the armrest of the single sofa. "The Tales of Beedle the Bard" was put aside before her naughty little hand could take it back.

The little witch lied tremblingly, fearing that Loren would see something.The place she had agreed with Professor Flitwick was on the edge of the Forbidden Forest, so she could only use Hagrid as an excuse.

"Is there really such a magic that can move such an important organ outside the body and still maintain vital signs?"

"You must not have been careful when copying my paper." Hermione glanced at him with disgust, "As long as you read the second half carefully, you will know that we are talking about the maturity time of mandrake."

"Why do I feel an inexplicable sense of familiarity?" Thinking of this, Loren's eyes lit up, and his voice became louder unconsciously, "Isn't this a Horcrux!"

Professor Sprout walked up to Harry, stopped, and tapped the heel of his right gardening boot against the thick sole of his left gardening boot to knock off the dirt from the sole.

Afraid that her lie would be exposed, Hermione felt unsure and quickly ran away.

The two men nodded in exactly the same manner, evenly and slowly, with neither big nor small arcs. They were vaguely similar to a certain old man with a white beard.

Professor Sprout was so angry that he glared at him several times, and then Hermione and others around him felt even more guilty, thinking that the professor was glaring at them.

"It's the end of January now. By the time we take the final exam, we will be almost mature." Loren had a similar look on his face.

In the alchemy laboratory, inside the upside-down hemispherical red brick building, Loren and Flamel gathered together and discussed endlessly against the shadow of the heart created by the light and shadow in mid-air.

Harry and Ron nodded obediently.

Putting Voldemort in to replace the wizard in the story doesn't feel inconsistent at all.

In the story, only the servants survive. Are the deaths of wizards and witches really that simple?

Loren clicked his tongue, then this story is complicated.

But in the space of the Book of Fantasy, it is completely different.

There are still "The Wizard and the Hopping Pot" and "The Wizard's Hairy Heart" left.

Loren smiled and pulled Hermione towards the greenhouse: "Let's go. Just the two of them may not be able to finish it before dark."

"As described in "The Wizard and His Hairy Heart", the heart has been closed to the senses for a long time, becoming shrunken and covered with black hair." Flamel said, waving his hand.

"Those whose names I called will stay, and the rest will disperse."

When the servants arrived, they saw only two hearts and two bodies.

"Do you know why I left you two here?" Professor Sprout said casually, his feet moving constantly.

Going in the direction of a conspiracy theory, I guessed who the wizard killed in order to create a Horcrux. Could it be his parents?

"...the emotions are sealed...the heart can still survive outside the body...if the heart is destroyed, it will die."

Loren and Hermione were still waiting there. They didn't abandon their friends. The main reason was that Loren wanted to watch the fun.

Flamel's eyes lit up when he heard this. He waved his hand and turned the heart back into the shape of a hairy heart again, fading the outline of the heart, leaving only a shadow.The black hair on it turned into rising black magic power, evil and twisted.

Ron nodded and said, "Yes, Professor, we promise."

"The hairy heart may just be a symbolic technique. If the heart is replaced with any vessel for the soul, the story still holds true." Flamel said.

Flamel spread his hands and said helplessly: "That's what it says in the book. The world of magic is different from Muggle medicine. You can't use Muggle thinking to figure out magic."

Loren still didn't give up. He felt that the stories in "The Tales of Beedle the Bard" were not that simple.

"hiss--"

Before Harry and Ron could beat them, the two ran away with other unrelated young wizards and quickly disappeared into the grass.

Loren smiled, turned around and walked into the greenhouse...

Harry looked at the two of them doubtfully: "Are you and Professor Sprout exchanging passwords? What do you mean?"

"Yeah!" Hermione quickly retracted her hand and dodged away quickly, then pushed his head away and couldn't help but giggle.

"Of course not," Flamelka said for a moment, "Maybe this is just a fable. It does not conform to magic or Muggle medicine. At least, Nico has not seen this kind of magic for hundreds of years."

Harry and Ron probably guessed it, and nodded dejectedly. Harry muttered in a low voice: "I'm sorry, Professor, we will write the paper seriously in the future."

Ron dragged Harry in, his expression as tragic as if he was going to die.

The originally healthy, full, and beating bright red heart withered like a flower, and the plump muscles lost moisture and became dry, like shriveled and wrinkled tree bark.Just like the process of food becoming moldy, long black hairs emerge, and there is even a faint stench of rot.

The indifferent, powerful magician, and wise wizard owns a huge castle and amazing wealth. He has no emotions. After the death of his parents, he is grateful that he inherited the inheritance.

Ignoring these little wizards, she walked to the greenhouse at the back with her heavy gardening boots, one foot deep and one foot shallow, while muttering to herself as she drifted away: "Mandrake, just take off your socks soon." Already..."

After restoring the hairy heart in the air to a healthy heart, Loren began to stare at the heart in a daze, recalling the clues mentioned in the story in his mind.

"No!" Hermione pushed him away, looking at him warily with bright eyes, like a little squirrel guarding the food.

The distance was so close that Hermione could feel his hot breath, like a flame, which made people panic.

She began to change the subject: "Why don't you go to the Quidditch pitch with them? When I came back, I saw Professor Black riding a flying motorcycle chasing the flying car. Dozens of flying broomsticks followed them, and there were many people watching around. .”

Loren clicked his tongue and gloated: "If Professor McGonagall finds out, the new Professor Black will also be imprisoned."

"Professor McGonagall seems to be unavailable. She should be busy grading the papers for the Animagus exam."