days at Hogwarts

Wiltshire is located in the southwest of England. It is vast and sparsely populated. It is not very prominent in terms of administration. The government has even called for the county to be abolished. On the other hand, it is also recognized as the area with the most crop circles on Earth. Every year, there are a large number of alien UFO sightings, which attracts many crop circle enthusiasts.

Occasionally, there would be one or two insane residents who were convinced that they had seen aliens, ghosts, mysterious people who suddenly appeared with sticks, or some other supernatural creatures. However, a few days later, they would deny it flatly and completely forget what they had said, playing a prank on the reporters.

There are so many things like this that they are no longer news.

On this morning in late August, the sky was slightly bright, with a faint glow in the distant sky. The street lights gradually went out, the number of vehicles on the road slowly increased, and the community streets and suburban villages gradually woke up.

The hungover man woke up on the roadside. The morning breeze moistened with dew and water vapor made him feel refreshed. The man vaguely saw a figure not far away, holding a hamster cage. It seemed to nod and smile at him, and then disappeared with a bang accompanied by the sound of the air shaking.

The man was frightened and stunned for a moment. He came to his senses after a few seconds of trance, rubbed his eyes and looked at the empty front. He couldn't tell whether it was an illusion caused by a hangover or a dream in which he was half asleep and half awake.

The wizarding village in Wiltshire was not difficult to find. In the dim black and white lines, the suburbs under the Muggle-repelling spell exuded a hazy glow. It was just that the mansions built by these pure-blood families were too far apart. Loren had never been to Malfoy Manor, so he had to find them one by one according to the house numbers.

The morning light illuminated the narrow alley. Loren suddenly appeared after breaking through the barrier of space. He identified it with his wand in hand. On the left was a low thorn bush that grew wildly without anyone taking care of it. On the right was a tall hedge that was neatly trimmed with lush green branches and leaves. He walked along the alley for a distance and turned right into a spacious driveway. At the end of the driveway, two imposing wrought iron gates appeared.

Just as Loren got closer to look for the doorbell, the door hinges suddenly creaked, and the door opened to reveal a space as wide as a person's. A pale, pointy-faced boy with light yellow hair poked his head out.

Draco narrowed his light grey eyes and studied Loren, who was studying him as well.

The dark circles under my eyes are almost turning into smoky makeup. I’m afraid it’s because I stayed up all night waiting after sending the message.

I should have left earlier, I feel a little guilty...

"The Dark Lord is not here, come with me..." Draco glanced at the cage in his hand, and without asking any more questions, he made way and welcomed the man in.

Voldemort is gone...

Loren's mind moved slightly, and he followed thoughtfully.

The yew hedges made the footsteps of the two people sound muffled. Loren looked around. The trees were arranged in an orderly manner, and the distribution of flowers and plants revealed the exquisite elegance of an ancient family. It was a pity that the rumored fountain pool did not spray water, and he looked around but did not see the white peacock.

As if he knew what he was thinking, Draco shook his dark green robe and said, "After that incident, almost no one interacted with our family. The business was resold a long time ago. There were no guests at home for a long time. The peacock was fostered by someone, and we were too lazy to maintain the magic at the base of the fountain."

Loren did not comment and looked away: "Where is Professor Snape?"

"In the back garden, Professor Snape is directing my mother to make a potion."

"How's your father's situation?"

"The guards are tighter. Visits need to be requested one week in advance. The Ministry of Magic has secretly transferred them to where they are being held. Only a few high-ranking officials know. My father said it was to scare the You-Know-Who. If he attempts to storm..."

Before Draco could finish his words, Loren already understood what he meant. Scrimgeour believed that Voldemort still cared about these core Death Eaters and was trying to use them to establish deterrence. If Voldemort did whatever it took, he would execute them directly.

The means were not cruel, and the strategy was not brilliant, but this was all the Ministry of Magic could do.

Enter the luxurious and respectable mansion, walk through the dimly lit hallway, and come to the backyard.

The surroundings were shaded by lush and tall yew trees, and what came into view was a blazing bonfire. Above the flames hung a black stone urn, or a stone crucible, which was filled with decoction. The sound of boiling water could be heard constantly. The crucible was so huge that it could easily accommodate an adult sitting inside.

Next to the crucible stood a woman in luxurious clothes and a fawn with withered hair and an emaciated body.

The young deer sniffed the scent of the potion and uttered a hoarse and terrifying human voice: "That's enough. Keep firing."

Narcissa nodded. Her face was unhealthily pale, and the firelight could not reflect the red. Her long golden hair was scattered behind her back, and she looked like someone who had drowned.

"Mrs. Malfoy." Lauren nodded in greeting.

"Mr. Morgan..." Narcissa might not have known that Loren was of Muggle descent, or the successive blows might have worn away her pride. The noble lady seemed very polite, even a little cautious, "Thank you for taking care of Draco at school. This time... I'm sorry to bother you as well."

He has an outstanding appearance, behaves gently and politely, and I heard that he has powerful magical abilities...

Is this the student that Severus has his eyes on?

Loren could sense her extremely restrained scrutiny, but he didn't care: "You're welcome."

Leaving the mother and son to chat, Loren came to the stone urn and put down the cage while saying, "Good morning, Professor Snape. Why did you wait until school was about to start to prepare for the ceremony?"

The young deer stared at him coldly, its eyes half-open and half-closed, as lifeless as the eyes of a dead fish.

This professor had no deterrent power at all. Loren shrugged his shoulders, took out the medicine bottle containing the severed finger, and then stood by and quietly looked at Professor Young Deer. He even wanted to take out his camera to take a few photos...

The fawn pawed with its front hooves and pushed out a tray. On the tray were a set of robes, a magic wand, and a wooden niche. In the niche were one of the marking materials for the resurrection ceremony, the bones of his father.

"The ingredients are already cooked, do you know the rituals?"

"clear."

"Just follow the ritual you saw that night."

"Okay, professor." Loren put away his playful attitude and spoke in a steady voice.

The flame licked the outer shell of the crucible, the liquid medicine in the pot boiled more and more violently, the steam became thicker and thicker, and at a certain moment it broke through the critical point, and the splashing water emitted a blazing red light.

The fawn leaped into the crucible, splashing water onto the firewood, making a hissing sound as it evaporated quickly, and then sank under the cover of steam. Loren could hear the light sound of flesh touching the stone jar.

Loren glanced at the wooden niche next to him and said softly, "Father's bones, donated unintentionally, can give your son a new life."

The lid of the wooden niche popped open and a small wisp of dust floated out. The Malfoy mother and son in the back opened their eyes wide and watched the dust float around the crucible automatically without wind, and gently fall into the boiling potion.

With a sizzling sound, the diamond-like liquid surface boiled even more violently, the liquid became more viscous, and the medicine turned bright blue with a slightly bitter smell.

A strange magical power suddenly descended, and a weird yet solemn atmosphere enveloped the backyard. Loren heard a faint noise in his ears, as if many invisible figures were whispering. He had heard this noise before, near the death curtain of the Department of Mysteries.

If the whisper seemed unreal last time because it was separated by a curtain, this time it was clearer, as if it was right next to my ear.

He took a deep breath and continued to read: "The flesh of a servant, voluntarily donated, can bring your master back to life."

The Malfoys already knew what was in the medicine bottle, but they still slowed down their breathing. Draco once again recalled the memory of being locked up in Borgin and Burke's. His nostrils expanded slightly and his teeth clenched together. He only hated himself for being incompetent.

Narcissa hugged his shoulders and comforted him, her eyes reddening.

Loren removed the stopper from the medicine bottle and poured out the liquid containing the freshly preserved severed finger. The surface of the liquid suddenly turned fiery red, shining with a light even brighter than that of a fire.

"The blood of your enemies, given under compulsion, can resurrect your enemies..."

The hamster in the wire cage was trembling all over. It struggled desperately and squeaked, but it could only watch itself being caught out. The dagger cut a deep wound on its body that was visible to the bone, and blood flowed along its white fur into the crucible.

The faint murmur became clear at this moment, and even a dark figure appeared near the crucible. Diamond-like sparks flew everywhere, so bright and dazzling that they almost overshadowed the rising sun.

White steam rose from the crucible, covering the entire backyard surrounded by yew trees. The sound of water was followed by the rustling of clothes. After waiting for half a minute, a slightly hoarse voice came from the white steam: "【Whirlwind Sweep Clean】"

An invisible whirlwind rolled in, and the water vapor suddenly cleared away.

Snape, with a pale face and a distorted expression, appeared in front of the three people.

Snape lowered his eyes, feeling this new body. The fresh air flowed into his lungs through his trachea. His limbs and torso were no longer heavy, as if he was reborn.

Loren quietly looked at the resurrected Professor Snape. Although he had no hair and eyebrows, his nose was still there, and there was no messy forked tongue. At least in his opinion, this body did not have any deformities except that it was a little weak and the skin was too pale.

"Welcome back, Severus." Narcissa walked forward, her voice revealing nervousness. She finally understood why the Dark Lord favored this Potions professor and why Snape was willing to risk his life to rescue the Dark Lord.

"Pack up, I have something to say to Morgan." Snape had a blank expression and a stiff attitude, and then he turned and walked into the house.

Loren glanced at Narcissa and Draco, then followed.

Walking through the soft carpeted corridor towards the front yard, the sun had already risen, and the sunlight shone through the gaps between the branches of the yew trees, creating a golden color.

Snape closed his eyes from time to time, as if he was adapting to the stimulation of the sunlight, or as if he was calming his chaotic thoughts. His hoarse voice gradually returned to a familiar aria:

"After recalling his werewolf subordinates, the You-Know-Who went to Albania to recruit many dark wizards, and then took Greyback to the United States. Maybe he was in New York, or maybe he was in Ilvermorny. I don't know his whereabouts. He came back two weeks ago to start my resurrection ceremony, but he received some news and left in a hurry."

"The American Ministry of Magic arrested Greyback and his men at Kennedy International Airport a few days ago and executed them very quickly. Before they died, they found out that they had been to Ilvermorny and stayed there for a long time."

Snape thought for a few minutes: "He is making a Horcrux, a Horcrux that has never existed before, a living Horcrux!"

"Principal Fontana suspected that he was after the snake wood in Ilvermorny. He summoned many experts to check it out, but they found nothing unusual."

"Maybe it's some other creature... I'll contact Dumbledore later." Snape paused and continued, "I need you to do something for me."

"Professor, you say."

"There are some old textbooks behind the Potions classroom, one of which is one I used before. I want you to find that textbook after school starts and give it to Potter without anyone knowing."

Half-Blood Prince?

Loren paused, looked at Professor Snape who had no eyebrows, and hesitated for a moment: "Is that... your Horcrux?"

Snape glanced at him: "Hmm."

"What's the point of leaving it to Harry?"

"The resurrection potion needs his help."

"professor--"

Loren wanted to talk more about resurrection, but Snape interrupted him and said, "I'll teach you, but not now."

"That was not what I meant……"

"It's over now, you can go back."

"Professor, how can we contact each other in the future?"

"I'll contact you when I need you."

"Uh... Professor, I have a communicator here..."

……

May 9, morning.

Suburb of Hampstead.

Loren dragged two empty boxes and looked back at the three parents who stayed behind. The Grangers were bidding farewell to Hermione, and Grandpa Bates was taking out the car keys:

"Don't bother looking for it. We don't need to drive. We can just teleport there using magic."

Grandpa Bates was stunned for a moment holding the car keys, nodded, and quickly reacted, scolding with a smile: "Why didn't you use this magic when you went home for the holidays? I remember you learned how to teleport a few years ago."

"I didn't remember."

"Stinky boy!"

Bates went forward and punched him a few times. Loren was dragging a box in his hand and couldn't resist, so he could only take the beating.

Monica stood in front of Hermione, pinched her slightly red nose, and whispered: "Take care of yourself and Loren at school, and don't always use force when you are teased."

Hermione pursed her nose: "He's already teasing me, why can't I do it?"

"You!"

Monica pinched her nose and shook it, but Hermione held her mother in her arms relentlessly. Before she knew it, she had grown to be as tall as her mother.

Wendell stood by and watched silently, always feeling that he was the redundant one.

Taking two steps back, Hermione hugged Wendell and said, "Dad, take good care of Mom at home, and take good care of yourself. Don't go fishing all the time, and don't talk back when Mom scolds you..."

Wendell was stunned for a moment. Why did this sound familiar?

Before he could react, Hermione had already turned around and pulled Loren away: "Let's go, bye!"