days at Hogwarts

Floating is an extremely common dream, and the sleeper often enters the next stage very quickly. The strong sense of weightlessness makes the sleeper feel like he is falling rapidly until the neurons in the brain responsible for awakening are stimulated and begin to release electrical signals.

At this moment, Loren was immersed in a comfortable weightless environment, unconsciously. He didn't know how long he had been floating, perhaps a few hours, or maybe a few minutes.

Until he realized that he was in a dream -

Loren's eyeballs trembled slightly, and under some subconscious instinct, he tried his best to relax his torso and stretch his limbs, waiting for his body's instinct to wake him up. After a few seconds, the expected feeling of falling did not come.

His consciousness gradually returned, and the feeling of weightlessness in various parts of his body became clearer, and he couldn't help but open his eyes.

Before my eyes was a dazzling starry sky beyond my imagination and the limits of my vision. The background was as dark as velvet cloth, and countless gems were trembling in the distant distance, emitting a lasting and brilliant light.

The hazy and brilliant light is the high-energy particles that are wantonly scattered by unknown stars. The elusive light seems to have a physical shape in a special space. Because of the unimaginable distance, the process of the light dissipation is slowed down and overflows everywhere.

This scene seemed familiar to Loren. He had seen a similar scene a few years ago, but the dream at that time was not as vivid as it is now.

Suddenly, he felt a burning sensation in front of him. Loren looked down and saw the Book of Abraham pressed against his chest. The yellowed papyrus emitted a faint glow, which was dim and weak, and could not compare to the light in the starry sky at all.

Just when Loren wanted to open the book cover to see what was going on, a strong pulling force suddenly took him flying. The unimaginable acceleration made the surrounding scene blurry. The tiny planets turned into blurred dots and lines. The meteorites that flew by slowly slowed down, stopped, and then disappeared...

Time seemed to have stopped.

The space became extremely vast.

Loren seemed to have come to a strange planet.

The surface of the planet is roughly divided into two colors, one is the azure blue representing the ocean, and the other is the mottled yellow-green representing the land. As for the whitish atmosphere and the grayish others, they account for too small a proportion and can be ignored.

This kind of scenery gave Loren a strange feeling, somewhat familiar and somewhat strange.

The Book of Abraham was getting closer and closer to Loren. The blue light enveloped them and the world became blurred again.

The long-awaited feeling of falling finally came, and it became more and more intense, and the falling speed was getting faster and faster.

The period before dawn, shortly before sunrise, is usually the darkest time of the day. The sky is as rich as ink, a scene favored by a few insomniacs.

Dumbledore, who had not slept all night, stood in front of the window. Fawkes the Phoenix leaned on his shoulder, raised his head, and rolled his dark eyes around. They both tried to find the position of the Morning Star in the sky, but the clouds were so thick that they could not see anything.

Until a ray of light passed across the sky and broke through the thick black clouds, the dawn finally jumped out of the clouds and the world suddenly became bright.

Watching the ray of light rushing into the Gryffindor Tower, Dumbledore's solemn face finally showed a smile. He raised his hands and stretched his back, stretched his waist comfortably, and patted Fawkes on the shoulder:

"Let's go, it's time to go to bed."

……

It was late at night and the midnight bell had already struck two hours ago. The lights at 10 Downing Street were still on and the innermost office was still bustling with activity.

The Prime Minister sat slumped behind his desk, looking at the two wizards in front of him.

A strange young witch, with a pale and cold heart-shaped face and black, shining eyes staring at him, who could cast a horrifying curse on him at any time.

One of them was his right-hand assistant, Kingsley Shacklebolt. The black assistant casually flipped through the documents on the table, from how he had ordered the intelligence department to collect clues related to magic a few months ago, alerting the French government to the existence of wizards, and leading the missile company jointly built by Britain and France... to the launch a few hours ago.

Originally, these documents were locked in the safe in the secret office, and only he knew the password. However, when he met Kingsley's deep and solemn eyes, his brain quickly betrayed his master's orders and opened to the wizard who manipulated strange magic, and all the secrets emerged unconsciously.

Mind reading…

As these words came to the Prime Minister's mind, his pulse beat faster unconsciously.

There were two other wizards in another office at the end of the corridor, his dear Assistant Minister Herbert Jolley, and the popular female employee in the office, Emmeline Vance. They were clearing away traces of the existence of magic and erasing the intelligence department's records of wizards.

Silent murder, subtle manipulation, soul-deep curse, or some other method...

The Prime Minister's heart was trembling, and he had no thought of resisting.

The office was so quiet that the sound of flipping papers seemed to be touching. Amid the sound of rustling pages, there was suddenly a sound of air exploding.

Tonks and Kingsley looked up and saw Scrimgeour standing in the corner of the office, his brown hair drooping and his sharp yellow eyes making the Prime Minister's skin hurt. He looked like a tired old lion.

"Minister Scrimgeour..."

"No need to say more." Scrimgeour stretched out his hand to interrupt the Prime Minister's next words, sat down across from the desk, looked at the pile of documents on the desk without reading them, and said, "Kingsley, tell me about it."

"Okay, Minister." Kingsley said in a steady voice, "The matter can be traced back to your last meeting, which was around the end of June..."

Scrimgeour listened to his report quietly. After hearing the news of the missile launch, he slowly closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

The Prime Minister was a little anxious: "Minister Scrimgeour..."

"No need to say more." Scrimgeour said this for the second time. He no longer cared whether it was an excuse or a sincere admission of guilt. "The Auror Team will implement the provisions of the Statute of Secrecy, eliminate all traces, and clear the memories of relevant personnel. As for you..."

"Your memory will be preserved." Scrimgeour thought for a moment. "Herbert Jolley and Emmeline Vance will monitor your every move until the war is over, and we will review this matter."

The Prime Minister breathed a sigh of relief. He tentatively asked, "When will the war end?"

Scrimgeour looked up at him, with a look of deep sorrow that he could not understand. "Perhaps...soon..."

The Prime Minister seemed to realize something and fell silent. He wanted to ask what the consequences would be if the dark wizard won the war in the wizarding world, but he felt that there was no need to ask because the answer was obvious.

The people in the office fell silent in tacit agreement. No one expected that the ugly man in the portrait on the wall would break the silence and suddenly speak in a clear official voice.

"To the Minister of Magic, requesting a meeting, urgent matter, please respond immediately -

"Voldemort."