days at Hogwarts

Loren's consciousness gradually sank into the dream world, and he came to the virtual library of the Book of Fantasy, and found Flamel in the drama-related bookshelf area.

Flamel sat on a chair, holding a book with an exquisite cover in one hand. He was wearing a gray and white cloth robe that shone with silver light. His demeanor and temperament were vaguely similar to Dumbledore, with a calm expression and deep eyes.

He is always reading, he can only read, and fortunately he likes reading.

Loren walked closer and glanced at the cover of the book: The Birth of Tragedy, by Nietzsche.

Well, it’s confirmed, it’s a philosophy book that is incomprehensible.

"Oh, it's Loren Morgan!"

Flamel looked away from the book, raised his eyebrows, and said in an inexplicable tone: "Long time no see, what brings you here?"

Loren smiled shyly, feeling the embarrassment of being caught by the teacher for being distracted in class. He sat down next to the teacher and acted like a good student: "Flamel, I have some thoughts recently, about the soul, magic and the origin of life."

Flamel put down the book and said in surprise: "Oh, a very grand topic."

"It was inspired by Professor Snape."

"The Potions professor who researched the resurrection potion?"

"Yes."

“Have you started practicing yet?”

"correct."

"As a master of potions, his knowledge of magic is definitely beyond that of most wizards. If he has already started practicing, it proves that resurrection is indeed possible. At least in theory it is not just a castle in the air." Flamel's words were full of admiration. "What an amazing person!"

"I think so."

Loren nodded in agreement, and then began to tell Flamel about the preliminary steps of the resurrection ceremony: "Professor Snape asked Voldemort to refine the Horcrux, and personally experienced the feeling of resurrection. Perhaps he captured the characteristics of death in this process and began to improve Voldemort's resurrection ceremony. He no longer used his father's bones, the blood of his enemies, and the flesh of his servants as materials, but replaced them with more...strange materials. He has been guiding Harry to dream about his mother during this period. It is probably something more illusory like longing or family affection."

"Incredible, what a genius idea."

Flamel closed his eyes and thought for a while, the admiration on his face became more intense: "Although I don't understand Horcruxes and that kind of evil resurrection ceremony, the essence of resurrection is to construct a living body and summon the soul of the dead to relocate. The existence of Horcruxes saves the process of summoning souls, and the resurrection ceremony is to create a body that fits the soul.

"Based on the materials you mentioned, I can infer that the three materials represent three different marks. The bones of your father represent a blood relationship, the blood of your enemy represents hatred, and the flesh of your servant represents loyalty or fear. This is pure black magic.

"Your professor, with his superb black magic attainments, has thoroughly mastered the principles of the ritual. Bone, blood and flesh are only the materials for shaping the body, while hatred and loyalty are the channels that connect the soul. This professor used family affection or longing as the materials to reverse the black magic nature of the ritual, allowing him to eliminate the possible adverse effects of the ritual."

Loren understood, but not completely. He silently praised Professor Snape for being awesome, and then he elaborated on the revelations he had received, some ideas about the soul and the body:

"This process of rebirth from death involves the mystery of life, right? We have studied the structure of the human body for a long time. From the perspective of Muggle biology, cloning can create an identical body, but in essence it is the process of another life developing and growing from an embryo, without touching the realm of consciousness and soul. Resurrection is different. It creates a purely soulless body to house the dead soul...

"On the other hand, the exploration of the soul always reminds people of ghosts, but we all know that ghosts are not souls, but the magic of the deceased that carries a part of the memory. They wander in the traces left by the deceased in a disembodied way. They have no perception, it is difficult to form new memories, and their thinking will gradually degenerate...

“The relationship between body and soul is the only way to explore the mystery of death. The magic world has long believed that the soul and body are inseparable.

"This reminds me of the Boggarts and Dementors I've observed before. Boggarts are tangible, but they don't have a real identity. They're like empty shells without souls that can only reflect the fears of others.

"Dementors have no entity, like some kind of soul, but they have no memory, and leave no traces in the real world. The soul is empty, so they crave vivid memories and emotions..."

Flamel's silver eyes widened unconsciously, and his illusory spirit felt an electric shock, his whole body was numb, and he couldn't help but let his hair stand on end.

No one has ever studied Dementors and Boggarts from the perspective of the origin of body and soul. However, these two creatures, or semi-finished creatures, completely fit the representation of body and soul. He had never thought in this direction before, but now he couldn't help but think:

Could it be that Boggart and Dementors are the creations of ancient wizards who explored the creation of life, like the little people in the bottle in the field of alchemy...

Loren did not notice Flamel's surprise, and talked about his recent thoughts and ideas: "I think the magic of Apparition also involves some connection between the body and the soul. This is what I thought of when I saw the teaching staff of the Ministry of Magic during the day. His body is very... I can't say it's weak, anyway, it's very strange, the weight is very light, the color is very light, the hair is thin, these signs of transparency, it's like his physique lost a part of its overall body during the process of Apparition and Displacement.

"After my last sleepwalking, I have a deeper understanding of space and a more sophisticated control over spatial magic. In the process of relearning Apparition, I noticed some details that I had overlooked before. Compared with the movement of space marked by the Portkey and the Floo Network, Apparition requires you to recall the destination wholeheartedly before moving. It is more like teleporting the soul first, and then using the connection between the soul and the body to pull the body directly over. The suddenly created cavity will emit a popping sound, so it puts a lot of pressure on the body. The injury of the split body only affects the body, which is easier to treat than the regular injuries of broken hands and feet."

Loren paused and said, "So I was thinking, if I could move from both the physical and spiritual dimensions at the same time, would it be easier and more convenient?"

He looked up at Flamel, who had a complicated expression on his face. After thinking for a long time, he nodded: "You can try."

The sound of an old man and a young boy discussing and communicating with each other continued for a long time. Although it was just the voices of two people, the huge library became lively because of it.

……

A faint white steam floated out of the gurgling crucible, and the whole classroom seemed to be covered by a filter, white and a little blurry.

Harry saw it very unreal, his thoughts seemed to slow down, the gurgling sound of the boiling potion was drawn out, a little ethereal, as if it came from far away, yet seemed to be right beside him.

"It's just a dream..."

This is a classroom, spacious enough to accommodate at least dozens of students. There is a blackboard in the front with some blurry diagrams drawn on it.

Harry squinted his eyes and carefully identified it through the lenses: "It's the Living Hell Potion."

After seeing the schematic diagram clearly, the scene of the entire classroom suddenly became clear. The walls were filled with various glass jars containing animal specimens. There was also a storage cabinet at the back of the classroom, which seemed to contain raw materials for various potions. Although the details were slightly different, Harry recognized it at a glance. This was the Potions classroom.

"Gryffindor gets 10 points for Lily Evans' outstanding performance!"

Professor Slughorn's excited voice spread throughout the classroom. He looked younger than he does now, with a few wisps of hair still stubbornly sticking to his head. As his words fell, the Gryffindor students' cheers like a tide poured into their ears.

Noisy and bustling.

This was not the first time Harry had experienced such a dream, but he still looked at the girl first. She had thick, shoulder-length hair that was reddish in color, but the most eye-catching thing was her pair of crystal clear green eyes.

He stared blankly at those familiar eyes. He could see them every time he looked in the mirror, but now he could never see enough of them.

He only wished that this dream would last longer.

As the bell rang, Harry followed Lily Evans and watched her clean the cauldron, pack up her books, and leave the classroom. He didn't even look at the boy who was pretending to be cool by throwing the Golden Snitch in the corridor...

Time always passes quickly in dreams. When Harry followed Lily Evans to the auditorium, ripples appeared in the space. The familiar long college table began to waver and distort. The faces of those people began to become blurred. The surrounding sounds were drawn out again, sometimes far away and sometimes near, as if coming through the water.

"call……"

Harry opened his eyes and saw the curtains of the four-poster bed. He could hear the steady and slow breathing of his roommates. They were still fast asleep. Outside the transparent glass window was the slightly pale skylight.

In early spring, daybreak comes slowly.

After stuffing the exposed corner of "Advanced Potion-Making" back under the pillow, Harry slowly propped up his upper body and leaned against the head of the bed. Thinking of those green eyes, he wanted to sleep a little longer to see if he could continue his dream. However, his waking mind was very clear that this was difficult to do.

"Did you dream about your mother again?"

Loren's quiet voice came from the next bed.

Harry looked sideways and nodded slowly.

Loren glanced at his confused roommate, then glanced at the old book under the pillow: "According to ancient Eastern legends, when the deceased miss their loved ones, they will appear in their dreams. This may be because your mother misses you."

"Really? What a beautiful legend."

Harry's eyes brightened a little, and he said in a trance, "Sometimes I wonder, if there hadn't been that prophecy, Voldemort wouldn't have noticed my parents, and they would have been able to escape the pursuit of the Death Eaters again. When the turbulent times are over, we might be together like the Weasleys...

"Don't indulge in false fantasies, Dumbledore said."

"..."

Harry's eyes gradually became firm. He covered his face with his hands and wiped them vigorously. He took a deep breath and exhaled: "You're right. I will get Slughorn's memory as soon as possible and avenge them!"

"Do you want to go talk to Dumbledore?"

"No, I will definitely complete the task!"

"Good luck."

"good luck?"

Harry repeated thoughtfully.