Hogwarts time travel

As Loya stopped the Occlumency Technique, the raving in his mind gradually became lighter, and finally turned into a very low, very low voice.

Although I could still hear it, it was much better than before.

Loya breathed a sigh of relief, he never dared to practice Occlumency anymore, he didn't expect it to be so terrifying.

He suddenly remembered something, and lifted his robe to reveal a belt.

The belt was specially customized by Loya, and it could be stuffed with many gadgets. Loya bought it to hide Quilo's silver coins, and he didn't want any bloody loss.

The silver coins were taken out from the belt, and eleven of them were neatly arranged on the ground. These were all silver coins that he tested could store blood energy.

Loya held the silver coin in his hand, the blood was pouring slowly, and a low hum that was different from just now appeared, buzzing in Loya's mind, like a swarm of vibrating bees.

The small voice that sank deep in the mind seemed to be stimulated, and it expanded instantly, making maddening ravings.

The two voices sang in my mind, and I came on stage after you sang, and they quarreled in Loya's brain.

The sound at the beginning was obviously not as long-lasting as the humming brought by the silver coins. It was quickly overwhelmed by Loya's endless supply of blood energy, and the sound brought by the humming became clearer.

"It's late..." A hoarse voice sounded in my mind.

"Om-"

There was a loud bang in his mind, and all his thoughts were emptied, and Luo Ya fell to the ground, leaving only one voice in his mind.

"It's too late! It's too late!"

I don't know how long it took, Luo Ya got up from the ground in a trance, stretched out his hand to check the time, oh, I didn't bring a watch, no, I don't have a watch at all!

Luo Ya left the room in a trance, not knowing when he had appeared in the lounge.

Harry was talking fiercely to Ron, and Hermione interrupted from time to time.

Loya wanted to listen, but couldn't hear it at all. He tried hard to listen, and the conversation in his ear gradually became clear.

"This time it's over, Snape is the Quidditch referee," said Harry.

"What?" Ron was shocked by the news.

"He will definitely target Gryffindor." Hermione was worried.

"That's not too bad." Harry sighed. "I'm afraid he'll find a chance to kill me during the match."

"You don't know, every time Snape looks at me, he looks like he's going to kill me."

"I really don't know where I offended him."

Ron and Hermione looked at each other, then looked at Loya: "What do you think?"

"What?" Loya shook his head. Although he had listened to the conversation just now, he didn't understand the conversation just now. His head was like a machine that had been rusted for hundreds of years.

"What's wrong with you?" Hermione worriedly supported the teetering Roja, "You look very bad."

"You should go, you are the Seeker." Loya said as if he just understood the previous conversation.

"It's a big deal that you stay away from him." Hermione comforted Harry, her eyes still lingering on Loya.

"How about I ask George to break your leg?" Ron joked.

Harry stared at him helplessly, you think it's funny?

The lounge door was pushed open, and Neville slumped headlong into the lounge.

"Neville!" Harry exclaimed, and hurriedly helped him up from the ground.

His legs were held together as if glued to death, and everyone in the lounge laughed at Neville's antics.

Hermione quickly used the breaking spell to untie Neville's legs, and gave everyone a hard look.

Everyone shut up angrily, and Ron asked Neville what was going on in confusion.

"It's Malfoy." Neville said with a bitter face, "I bumped into him on the way back to the lounge, and he said he wanted to find someone to practice properly."

"This Malfoy!" Harry stood up angrily, and was about to trouble him.

"Don't go!" Neville grabbed Harry. "The match is coming soon. I heard that the referee for this match is Professor Snape. Don't cause trouble."

Harry was silent. Obviously, Malfoy was a student of Slytherin. If Harry hit him, Snape would find an excuse to suspend him.

How could Gryffindor win without the long-running Seeker?

"No." Harry gently broke away from Neville's hand, "My friend was bullied, I have to help him get back."

Loya just understood the conversation at the side, and was a little relieved to see Harry. This kind of Harry has his own ideas than before, and he is no longer a tool person without his own ideas. This is a good change.

Anything is better than Quirrell becoming a vampire.

"I'll go." Loya stood up and strode outside.

"Gryffindor can't just be bullied like this."

"Loya!" Hermione was a little surprised, but still followed.

The Gryffindor students who were resting in the lounge looked at each other, and they didn't know who stood up first, so they all stood up one after another: "Let's go too!"

In this way, the Gryffindors in the lounge followed one after another, forming a turbulent crowd behind Loya. These students also explained to the passing Gryffindors who did not know the situation. Most of the people who heard the whole story followed Come up, more and more gathered behind Loya.

Loya did not blindly look for Malfoy, but went to the Slytherin lounge and stopped at the door of the basement.

The Slytherin students at the door, as if facing a formidable enemy, also gathered at the door under the organization of the prefect, looking nervously at the dark crowd of Gryffindors.

The leading Slytherin prefect asked nervously, "Why are you gathering at the door of the Slytherin lounge?"

"Malfoy, Draco Malfoy." Loya thought for a moment before speaking slowly.

"He used the Leg Locking Curse on our friend, we need him to give an explanation." The students who followed up replied noisily.

These bright-eyed Gryffindors were obviously nervous and excited, and they had never experienced anything so exciting.

"He's not in the lounge." The prefect subconsciously said something, and the next second he realized that he was showing weakness, he quickly changed his words: "Why do you say that Malfoy did that? Do you have evidence?"

"Flashback Charm." Hermione said suddenly, "Just use the Flashback Charm on Malfoy's wand, and you'll know if he's used this magic."

The prefect was speechless, he had completely forgotten that there was a flashback spell, Malfoy couldn't escape if he did it.

"What's going on?" Snape's voice came from outside, and the Gryffindor crowd behind them parted a path, putting Snape in the middle of the crowd.

Snape's indifferent eyes scanned for a week, and everyone who was caught by his eyes lowered their heads subconsciously, unable to have the courage to look at each other.

"Loya? What, are you going to declare war on behalf of Gryffindor and Slytherin?" Snape was a big hat, the old hat master.

"Neville was attacked by Malfoy with a spell, and I need Malfoy to come out and explain." Loya looked at Snape without dodging his eyes, and said calmly.

Snape was a little surprised, what happened to the boy's eyes?