days at Hogwarts

Chapter 249 Reason and Emotion

The bright sunlight shines into the silent office, filling the room with deserted brightness.

Dumbledore stood by the wall without saying a word, leaning against the window to feel the faint warmth of the sun.His eyes stayed on Loren for a while, and then turned to Hermione. His deep blue eyes were filled with thoughts that no one else could understand.

Hermione stood behind Loren and unconsciously hugged his left hand.

She didn't know what thoughts and emotions Loren was carrying now, but she was keenly aware that Loren was very calm now, almost indifferent.

After listening to Loren's words, Sirius remembered what happened when he was young.

During the years when he lived at No. 12 Grimmauld Place, in order to rebel against the rigid and outdated family philosophy, he became obsessed with Muggle items. His room was covered with Muggle posters, he made friends with those Muggle girls, and hung out with Muggle teenagers. .

For a long time, Sirius believed that he was different from the wizards in his family. He did not discriminate against Muggles.

What surprised Sirius was that he could hardly recall the names of the Muggle friends he had hung out with.

Am I really different from those pure-blooded Blacks?

Have you really repented?

"If it hadn't been for Loren, I would never have thought of those ten unlucky Muggles for the rest of my life..." Sirius repeated, his tone full of confusion.

The scene of explosions in the street and the death of twelve Muggles because of him was repeated over and over again. Sirius shook his head in pain. He couldn't give an answer, but he didn't think it was all his fault, so he had to defend stubbornly:

"At that time, when I heard the news of James and Lily's death, I lost my cool and was so angry that I couldn't think at all. There was only one thing in my mind, which was to make damn Wormtail pay for this."

"Why should I understand what you were thinking at that time?"

Loren's tone was still calm and he replied calmly: "Harry's parents are dead, so you can chase Peter Pettigrew at all costs. Likewise, my parents died because of you, What should I do to you?"

Hermione clutched Loren's left hand tightly, trying to calm her trembling heart and body.Loren was obviously the person involved, but the little witch's mood swings were even more violent than his.

"That was Wormtail's doing, I didn't know he wanted to use that magic!" Sirius retorted.

"Harry's parents were also killed by Voldemort. Can I say that Peter Pettigrew didn't know about it?" Loren asked, raising his voice.

"It's not all my fault! I can make amends for this!"

Loren sneered: "In the final analysis, my parents are dead. All the truths in this world are nothing greater than blood feud. It is natural for me to kill you!"

The irritable emotions kept coming out of Sirius's heart, and he was shocked to realize that he had brought with him many things that he once despised: the family concept of contempt for Muggles had unknowingly tainted his heart, and his behavior was different from what he once despised. Wormtail has the same properties.

His mind couldn't think of anything more. In an inexplicable impulse, he stretched his neck and roared with some recklessness: "Then kill him!"

"【Shenfeng Wuying】"

Loren drew out his wand and swung it forward neatly, drawing out an invisible blade.

As Hermione screamed, an invisible blade struck through the wind, pointing directly at Sirius's left chest.The sharp blade cut through the black magic robe, scratched the surface of the flesh, penetrated the gap between the ribs, and penetrated towards the beating heart——

Lorenzo was more decisive than he thought, and Dumbledore knew he could no longer stand by.He raised his hand slightly, and stopped the moving forward Shadowless Curse, eliminating the forward-moving sharp edge.

Sirius covered his chest, red blood gushing out. The severe pain stimulated the adrenal glands to accelerate secretion, and cold sweat soaked the magic robe on his body in a short time.

He was very good at enduring pain. He couldn't hear any screams of pain. He just slumped in the chair and kept breathing.

The scene calmed down for a moment.

Hermione breathed a sigh of relief and grabbed Loren's arm tightly, her heart beating faster and faster.

Almost, almost... She almost thought Professor Black was really going to splatter blood in the principal's office.

Although the good image of Professor Black in her heart was gone forever, she didn't really want to see Loren kill anyone.

There was infinite sorrow and compassion in Dumbledore's eyes: "I can't let you do this, Loren, for Sirius, and for you..."

He waved to Phoenix, who was hiding next to him and peeking his head.

Fox glanced at the people in the room, spread his wings and flew above Sirius, squeezed out two tears and fell on the wound, and flew back without saying a word.

The first tear dissipates the remaining magic from the wound, and the second tear begins to repair the wound.

Sirius's pale face was soaked with cold sweat, as if he had just been fished out of a black lake. The blood was like a stream, winding from his left chest along the magic robe to the carpet.

The bright, clean velvet carpet was soaked in blood, and the warm goose yellow turned into a red that was almost brown-black.

"I can't let you do this, Loren, for Sirius, and for you..." Dumbledore repeated, speaking to others as well as to himself.

Logically speaking, Loren had every reason to kill.Legally speaking, Sirius' crime could not lead to death.

He didn't want to see Loren dominated by hatred. The power of love contained in parental affection should be used for creation, not destruction.

And Loren was only 13 years old now, Dumbledore couldn't watch his soul being broken and couldn't ignore it.

Loren had already expected Dumbledore's move, so he didn't say anything and just stayed there without saying a word.

The room fell silent for a moment, except for Sirius's heavy breathing.

At the moment of death, Sirius felt great fear, and the experiences of the past few decades quickly flashed before his eyes.It was a little different from what he imagined. He was looking at his behavior from the third perspective of an outsider, and he was surprisingly calm.

He vaguely realized that he should feel guilty for those Muggles who died innocently and tragically, and he should think of at least one or two names of Muggle friends he once knew.

Sirius raised his head forcefully and asked, "What should I do to make you forgive me?"

Loren looked at Dumbledore. He held his hands on his abdomen and said nothing again.

He looked directly at Sirius: "You have wanted to ask for my forgiveness from the beginning to the end, just because I am the son of the victim? Do other victims have sons, and are they the sons of others? Why don't you want to ask for forgiveness? Do you want their forgiveness?"

"Why should I forgive you, and why should the relatives of the victim forgive you?"

"Who has the power to forgive you except the victims?"

His voice gradually rose, and he was already emotional when he asked the last sentence.

Sirius was stunned. He had never thought about these questions, so he couldn't answer them.He could only sit silently on the chair, lowering his head and watching the blood stains on the carpet continue to expand.

Dumbledore lowered his head silently and also turned his attention to the blood on the ground.

From the bright red blood, he seemed to see Gellert's face.For the so-called "greater good", Gellert killed many people, wizards, Muggles, innocents, guilty, children of other parents, parents of other children...

These were the same questions that troubled him.

He couldn't forgive him for those who were killed by Gellert, no one could.

"Sirius will go to Muggle society, find the relatives of those victims, try to make up for the trauma they suffered, and win their...their forgiveness. No magic will be used in this process, and I will make him establish an unbreakable oath."

Dumbledore looked at Loren and said, "After he is forgiven by others, I will ask him to come to you again and ask for your forgiveness. At that time, you can decide whether to take revenge on him."

"Loren, can you?"

His voice was soft, with a hint of pleading.

<divclass="contentadv">Loren pursed his lips, took out a petal-shaped hand mirror from his pocket, used the wand mirror to pick out a wisp of dim scarlet light, and attracted the magic power of the scarlet illusion to turn twice. Circle, pointed towards Sirius, and the magic power hit him quickly.

This time, Dumbledore didn't stop him.

"Don't ever appear in front of me until the redness in your eyes fades."

Loren took Hermione and turned around to leave.

……

Come out of the principal's office and walk along the corridor.

Hermione asked, "Are we going back to the Gryffindor common room?"

"do not know."

Loren didn't know where he wanted to go, and he didn't really want to go back to the common room.He was not as calm as he appeared, and his mind was full of messy thoughts.

He just led Hermione forward blankly, not wanting to stop.

Hermione looked at the back of Loren's head silently, and finally couldn't hold back her curiosity:

"What was that magic cast from the mirror just now? What does the red blood streak mean?"

"The answers to those questions, if the redness subsides, it proves that he has found the answer."

Hermione nodded thoughtfully and asked in a low voice: "Actually, you didn't want to kill Professor Black, right?"

"I understand intellectually that his crime is not worthy of death, but emotionally I believe that his crime deserves death. Unfortunately, I just let my reason prevail."

Loren didn't look back, and was still able to find some thoughts to tease himself.

It was this clear sense of reason that made Hermione feel even more distressed.

She quickly quickened her pace, and she was level with Loren. She held one of his hands with both hands, trying to make him feel some warmth in this way.

"Loren, are you sad?"

Loren was silent for a moment: "Fortunately, I only recovered those memories after the second grade started. I only got along with them for a year. During that time, I was always asleep. Harry is similar to me, he I can barely recall memories from before I was one year old.”

He didn't talk about mom and dad, and you could hear the forced ease in his words.

Hermione held his hand tighter: "So are you sad?"

Loren's heart felt like it was blocked, and she felt a little uncomfortable, but something warm flowed out of Hermione's palm and flowed through her body along with her blood.

He slowly stopped.

Loren wanted to say something witty to lighten the uncomfortable atmosphere, but he couldn't think of anything.Not wanting Hermione to see his expression, he could only turn his head and look out through the corridor window.

Outside is the Forbidden Forest in spring, a patch of dark green, lush with the bright Easter sunshine.

Hermione stood behind him, leaning against his body. Her red and yellow magic robes had the scent of lavender detergent. Under the sunlight, she could smell the boy's pure sadness.

After thinking about it, Hermione took the initiative to drag him to the other side, took him to another staircase, and went up the escalator.

Below the Hogwarts clock tower clock, there is a hollow attic, from here you can see the Black Lake, the Forbidden Forest, and most of the castle's pavilions.

In the first year, she mistakenly thought that Loren was suffering from werewolf disease and pulled him here to comfort him. Just like they had just met, Hermione pulled Loren to sit down and put his feet outside the attic.

The wind passed through the attic from one side to the other, bringing with it a hint of coolness that still lingered in the spring sunshine.

Hermione took a deep breath, refreshing and comfortable, and asked, "Do you remember this place?"

Loren also took a deep breath: "I remember, in the first grade, someone was ostracized by his roommate and secretly hid here to cry."

Hermione listened to this man and wanted to slap him right here, but he should be sad now and would feel guilty if he did it.

"There are still people who are always on tenterhooks during the full moon days!"

"Some people even mistakenly thought others were werewolves, and they were so scared that they cried."

"I didn't cry!"

"Cried!"

"you……"

The distant wind blows, and mistletoe hangs from the crabapple tree. White beads hang on the branches, giving birth to tender white buds that will bloom in the near future.

Loren lay down and talked to Hermione. His emotions, which had been fluctuating for a short period of time, relaxed and he fell asleep unconsciously.

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Hermione noticed that there was no movement around her, turned her head and saw that he was asleep.

She didn't make a sound, turning sideways to look at his peaceful expression when he was sleeping. He was much more pleasing to the eye when he didn't speak.

After looking at it for who knows how long, Hermione withdrew her gaze and planned to take out the book from the pendant around her neck to read it. Then she realized that one of her hands was still holding the man's hand.

I tried to pull it out without disturbing him, but it didn't come out.

Using his left hand, he took out "Human Metamorphosis: Transformation and Fixation" from the storage scales, put it on his lap, and flipped through the book with a somewhat awkward posture...

Loren opened her eyes.

It was already a little late now, and the sky outside was dim and black. Only a few blue flames stretched like silk above the head floated quietly, bringing some warmth and light.

Hermione's face was very close to his, staring at him with open eyes.

"Look at what?"

Loren twisted his head, stretched his lazy muscles, and groped with his arms to get up and sit up.As soon as I moved a little, I realized that I was holding something soft and tender in my hand.

It was Hermione's little hand, which was warm and a little moist. It was the sweat from his hands that he didn't let go of when he slept.

Loren felt that his face was a little hot. The villain complained first and said: "When I came here, I was absent-minded and forgot to let go. You didn't know how to pull it out. Look, Dou Wu is sweating."

Hermione took out her hand angrily and patted the back of his hand. With a little force, it made a crisp sound.

"I've tried it! I can't pull it out. You get anxious when I move, and you squeeze it tighter and tighter."

I didn't want to write Sirius as a pure bad guy. I wanted to express the gap between wizards and Muggles and highlight a universal concept.

In the general environment of the wizarding world, even wizards who do not subjectively discriminate against Muggles will regard Muggles as another different kind of creature.

The fountain in the Ministry of Magic gave a small hint that except for wizards themselves, the status of other creatures is lower.