days at Hogwarts

Chapter 248 I won’t forgive anyone

"Headmaster Dumbledore, are they Loren's parents, right?" Hermione asked hoarsely.

"I think so," Dumbledore said softly, with infinite sadness in his voice.

Hermione's heart was clenching and aching. She had no extra thoughts now. She just wanted to return to Loren immediately and give him a hug with all her strength.

Arthur scratched his head and looked at the two of them with some confusion: "Principal Dumbledore?"

Dumbledore shook his head at him without explaining anything.

……

The exit of the Department of Magic.

Arthur sent the two of them outside with a worried expression on his face. He wanted to say something but didn't know how to express it.

He inferred something from the surname Morgan. Loren discovered Peter Pettigrew hiding in their family when he first entered school, and he was very kind to their family.

Ron's two best friends were Loren Morgan and Harry Potter.

Suddenly he learned that Loren's parents died because of Sirius and Peter Pettigrew. One was their benefactor, and the other was a companion of the Order of the Phoenix... Arthur didn't know how to describe his current thoughts, and he sighed all the way. stop.

Dumbledore held the dazed Hermione and said softly: "The horn of that flying car is noisy. They always park it in the Forbidden Forest. Many animals hope to get it away as soon as possible."

Arthur showed a shocked expression: "George and Fred said it was torn into pieces by the Whomping Willow——"

He suddenly reacted and said angrily: "Don't worry, Professor, I will handle this matter as soon as possible."

"Two naughty boys, I don't know how they persuaded Percy to help hide..."

Arthur muttered slowly, until Dumbledore nodded to him, and a crisp crackling sound came from the air.

"boom!"

Dumbledore and Hermione disappeared from the spot. Arthur stared at the place where the two disappeared, and sighed after a long time.

"Merlin..."

Returning to the principal's office, the clear cry of Phoenix Fox called Hermione out of her daze. She turned her head left and right unconsciously, and the familiar furnishings made her feel her empty heart slowly return to its true state.

"Headmaster, I want to find Loren." Hermione spoke, her voice was very soft, as ethereal as the sound of wind blowing through the canyons on the mountains.

"I want to talk to you first, Hermione." Dumbledore pursed his lips, held his wand, and waved a silver-white light out of the window.

Hermione heard the same cry as Fawkes outside the window, but she had no intention of thinking about what it meant.

"Tell me, Professor." Hermione stood upright next to the desk, her body as straight as a beech tree.

Dumbledore was silent for a moment. The little witch didn't even realize that her unconscious body language was urging the conversation to end as soon as possible.

The old principal took off his hat and windbreaker, sat back behind the desk and poured her a cup of steaming black tea. He used his movements to guide the little witch to get rid of the chaotic emotions in her heart:

"There is a deep bond between you and Loren. I know you care about Loren very much. Because of this care, we need to plan for some things."

Her mind was shaken by the news she had learned not long ago. Hermione had no time to think carefully and raised her head with a blank face: "What do you mean?"

"I don't know if you have noticed, but the bloodshot eyes in Sirius's eyes have not subsided. Madam Pomfrey told me that he has not been able to sleep well since he came to Hogwarts." Dumbledore fell again. Two cups of tea were filled, one cup was placed in front of him, and the other cup was left to dry.

"You mean, Loren cast a curse on Professor Black?" Hermione's face turned even paler.

Dumbledore's blue eyes glowed inexplicably, and his eyes were deep: "It's not a curse. In order not to alarm Loren, I didn't remove the strange ray of magic hidden in Sirius, but I can feel it. It won’t cost his life.”

For some reason, Hermione breathed a sigh of relief and felt even more worried at the same time. There was a faint mist in her eyes.

Even though the person who killed Loren's parents was right in front of him, he still maintained restraint when casting the spell.

Thinking of this, Hermione felt that her heart was like brown candy, being stretched, twisted, and bent... and felt heartbroken over and over again.

Dumbledore, who was also in a complicated mood, took a sip of tea and spoke carefully: "I want to ask you to help mediate the hatred between Loren and Sirius, at least to appease Loren... I hope he is willing to accept Sirius's offer. compensate."

"Professor," Hermione looked directly at him, "I can't agree to this."

Hermione has always had sincere respect for the school's professors since she entered Hogwarts, but this time, she refused the principal's request without hesitation.

"Loren's parents were killed. We cannot, should not, and cannot make any decisions for him lightly, even if it is for his benefit."

Dumbledore wanted to persuade him again, but Hermione didn't give him a chance to speak. She said seriously and solemnly: "Professor, those are his parents! They were killed."

Dumbledore was stunned and couldn't say anything else.

The principal's office fell into silent silence. The portraits of the old principals on the wall were turned over by Dumbledore at some point. Fawkes was huddled in the Sorting Hat on the shelf, only occasionally showing his small head, looking at the two of them.The various shapes of silverware on the desk were also put away, leaving a vacant space.

Hermione still couldn't do what she wanted. She saw Dumbledore get up and enter the compartment, pick up a stone basin, walk to the table, and place it on the empty space for the silverware.

The shallow stone basin has mysterious runes carved on the edge of the basin. The shape of the things flowing inside is between liquid and gas, like a piece of bright silver, like clouds and running water, constantly rotating, converging, and spreading out. , like ripples on a deep surface.It is light that becomes liquid, and it is like wind that becomes solid.

"This is the pensieve. I think Harry may have mentioned to you that I once took him to visit some memories of the last time the Chamber of Secrets was opened." Dumbledore said.

If it were normal Hermione, she might ask questions about the principles of magic with great interest, or try to identify the runes engraved on the outside of the stone basin.

But now, Hermione just raised her head and looked at Dumbledore with doubtful eyes.

At this moment, there was a knock on the door, and Sirius's voice came from outside the door: "Principal Dumbledore, it's me!"

"Please come in."

"Did you ask the patron saint to call me for something?" Sirius walked in from the outside panting. His clothes were in a mess. Although his eyes were bloodshot, he was in good spirits.

Hermione guessed that he was just playing around with Harry and Ron, maybe chasing a flying car on a flying motorcycle.

The little witch looked at him with burning eyes, and it was hard for Sirius not to notice: "Hey! Miss Granger, why are you looking at me like that?"

Hermione didn't answer. Dumbledore took over and asked him to sit in front of the cup of cold black tea: "Sirius, we need your memory about Peter Pettigrew blowing up the street and killing twelve people." melon."

Sirius also saw the pensieve on the table at this time, and he was a little confused.

<divclass="contentadv">"Wormtail? That was 12 years ago. Did something happen?"

Out of 100% trust in Dumbledore, Sirius took out his wand from his robe while expressing his doubts, and put the tip of the wand against his temple, trying to extract the memory from his mind.

There was something strange about the memory that was pulled out. Looking at the silvery white stained on the tip of the staff, there were strands of crimson like blood in the middle. Sirius frowned: "Why is this happening? The dementors destroyed my brain? "

Dumbledore looked at that streak of blood with a complicated expression. What a delicate soul magic, what a brilliant design and ingenuity...

He took the wand and waved it a few times, and the blood-red impurities dissipated into the air.

Then add the wisp of silver-white substance into the Pensieve. Without any hindrance, this wisp of substance merges with the original ones in the basin.They rotate slowly in the basin, giving off a faint shimmer.

"Where to start?" Sirius looked up at Dumbledore.

"Let's go, you go in first." Dumbledore sighed: "Let's go for a walk on that street full of misfortune."

Sirius picked up the cold black tea on the table, swallowed it in one gulp, leaned forward, and plunged into the silver substance.

Hermione looked up and saw Dumbledore nodding encouragingly at her.Hermione suppressed her rapidly accelerating heartbeat, took a deep breath, and followed the action just now and plunged in.

She felt her feet leave the floor of the office, and in front of her eyes was the darkness that was constantly spinning. She was falling, falling... Suddenly, deafening shouts sounded from all directions. When she got used to it, Dumbledore was beside her. Landed.

Following Sirius's perspective, they chased Peter Pettigrew all the way to the end of the bustling street...

Hermione immediately noticed the young couple talking and laughing, as well as the child with lactose in their arms.

She subconsciously approached. At that time, Loren had black hair and black eyes, and the curly hair on his forehead was still very thin and messy.

Seeing him groan twice and then turn over to fall asleep, Hermione's heart trembled, and the heart-wrenching feeling came back again.

...The explosion turned the street upside down. When the blood stains soaked into the sky-blue dress, Hermione couldn't bear it anymore. Big teardrops kept falling and fell to the ground, splashing silver light like water splashes.

She felt as if there was a piece of space in her chest, as if someone had cut it out with a knife.

That child with rioting magic power... Sirius stopped where he was and opened his mouth. His expression changed several times but he couldn't say anything.

"Now, there is no doubt..." Dumbledore sighed, he took Hermione's elbow and pulled it gently.

In the blink of an eye, Hermione flew higher and higher in the darkness like weightlessness, and finally landed steadily back in the principal's office. The skylight outside the window came in, making people feel a little dazed.

Sirius slumped down on the chair and murmured dejectedly: "I, I almost killed Loren."

……

Gryffindor common room.

The window was half-opened, leaving a gap of half a palm, and the comfortable wind blew in from the window, turning the pages of the parchment.

Loren was lying on a single sofa, listening to the clatter of book pages to make up for his early sleepiness.

Silver light flew in from the window, and a small Phoenix Patronus landed on his shoulder, cautiously approached and pecked his ear.

Dumbledore's deep voice sounded: "Loren, come to my office."

Opening his eyes, Loren opened his eyes and blinked a few times.Ignoring the sound of the shattering mirror ringing in my ears for the time being, I slowly got up and walked to the principal's office.

The moment he pushed open the oak door, a beautiful figure quickly ran towards him and hugged him. The softness of her body could still be felt through her clothes.

"Loren, Loren..." Hermione repeated his name like a cry, "I don't know, I don't know..."

The hot steam between the girl's mouth and nose made his heart feel hot, but the strength of the little witch's hands on her waist made Loren dumbfounded.

Patting the girl on the shoulder, Loren teased softly: "Go back and hug her again, there are still people watching."

Hermione was so angry that she wanted to bite him twice.

Loosening his arms and pulling the girl behind him, Loren looked at the two people at the table calmly: "What do you want from me, Principal Dumbledore?"

"It's not me, it's Sirius." Dumbledore said softly, looking at Sirius.

Sirius tried to force a smile, but couldn't.

The thought that he had destroyed a wizard's family, that he had destroyed a wizard's family, lingered in Sirius's mind.

"I'm sorry Loren, I didn't know where you and your family were at that time. When I discovered that your magic power had rioted and became a wizard, things had already happened. I was too angry at the time and just wanted to chase that damn Peter Pettigrew. …”

Sirius hurriedly explained a lot.

Loren acted as if he hadn't heard anything and still looked calm. His eyes stayed on Dumbledore and his tone was incomprehensible: "Principal Dumbledore, what do you want me to do?"

There was no fluctuation in his tone, and Hermione held his hand with some worry.

Dumbledore seemed to have made up his mind: "Although I hope you can resolve it calmly, Hermione convinced me that none of us have the power to advise you to make any decision, so -"

He stretched out his hand, took a few steps back, and stood close to the wall of the principal's office, leaving the main space in the room to Loren and Sirius, signaling them to handle the matter on their own.

Although he sensed something was wrong with Loren's attitude, Sirius still had a glimmer of hope: "I am willing to pay any price for this, as long as it can compensate for the mistakes I made. I sincerely beg your forgiveness, Mr. Morgan."

"Stop your pretentious manner. Hypocritical apologies will only make people feel ugly and disgusting!" Loren said lightly, "If you really regret this, you won't be haunted by nightmares every night. You The bloodshot eyes will not remain till now.”

"I lived in a children's welfare home for several years. The location was remote and finances were tight. There was a community with poor security nearby. During those years, drug addicts, thieves, robbers, and hippies were always coming in and out of that community. You can see the police chasing criminals.”

"But no matter how important the criminal is, as long as he pursues a crowded place, the police will slow down. They are worried that the criminal will panic and lose everything. Because the mistakes made by criminals when they are chasing and fleeing will be blamed on the police and the government. The melon police care about muggle lives."

"Mr. Black, you have no regrets about killing Muggles. If I hadn't become a wizard, you would never think about those twelve unlucky people on the streets of a small town in Hampshire in November 1981." Egg."

Sirius' body trembled as if he had been hit. The secrets in his heart that he was not even aware of were uncovered and exposed naked in front of everyone.

"I forgive neither you nor Peter Pettigrew."