[HP] Alchemy and Love

She dreamed that she was running recklessly down country lanes.It was late autumn, and the dead leaves on the ground rustled under her feet. The same sound sounded behind her, and gradually approached until it was close to her back.Then she was pushed violently on the shoulder, she fell to the ground, and was pulled up again by someone pulling her hair.

"Look where you're going." The boy who was pulling her hair sneered, the child's voice that hadn't changed was clear and sharp, "Run, little witch! What are you going to do with your evil spells in hiding?"

"I didn't intend to do anything!" she cried and protested, "Magic is not evil!"

This is a self-evident fact in her childhood concept, but it seems so powerless to say it now.She looked back more than once, hoping that someone would spot her—she had already run halfway, and was not far from the wizarding village where her family lived.Perhaps a wizard passed by?Maybe someone spotted her?Maybe Dad finally started to listen to what she said, and suddenly decided to pick her up from school?

But no one came.No one came.

Is magic evil?When she was pushed to the ground again, she cried and asked herself in her heart.If I can do magic, why can't I protect myself?Why does magic mean nothing but harm to me?

Vaguely, she knew that this was a dream, and she also knew what would happen next.But the dream didn't develop completely according to her memory. Suddenly, she was in a familiar room, being hugged by someone and sitting on the bed.She knew without turning her head that it was Newt who was holding her.In front of her bed, still standing Dumbledore. "Do you trust me?" Newt asked.

The feeling of being in it gradually weakened, and Lorenthia began to gradually transition to a spectator perspective.Seeing herself as a child, she nodded. "I'm going to separate the magic that hurt you now." Newt explained to her softly, "so that the magic won't hurt anyone else, and it won't hurt yourself. Is that okay?"

The young Lorenthia nodded again.

"Good boy," said Newt, lifting her off his knees and sitting her up on the bed while he stood by the edge of the bed and pressed his wand to her temple while Dumbledore pressed his wand to her. The other temple, "If it hurts, just tell me, okay?"

Lorenthia's lips trembled slightly.After a moment's pause, she nodded.

"So where do we start?" Newt said.Lorenthia closed her eyes.

That's not painful.It's a little uncomfortable, like a part of me has been stripped away.She remembers wondering, growing up, if surgery under local anesthesia felt like this—painless, yet consciously aware of a part of herself being amputated, taken out of her body.This feeling passed quickly, replaced by a warm sense of security.The feeling of being repaired, of being healed.

Newt = safe.The impression was established then, and it never wavered in the years that followed.Newt was like her own real grandfather, if not better.She felt Newt stroke her hair and opened her eyes.

The eyes were dazzling white, and she couldn't help frowning and immediately closed them again.The hand on top of her head paused, and then Newt's voice actually sounded beside her: "Loren?"

The sense of security left in the dream was still there, and Lorenthia continued to lie with her eyes closed for a while.Suddenly, memories came flooding back, and she remembered what happened before she lost consciousness—

With a gasp, she jumped up abruptly, but Newt reacted quickly enough to pin her on the bed in a hurry.Lorenthia turned and looked at him eagerly: "What happened? What happened to Sirius? Where are Frank and Alice?"

"Don't worry, don't worry." Newt comforted her repeatedly, "The Longbottoms are still alive. The Black and Lestrange couples have been arrested—"

"What?" Lorenthia exclaimed, "What happened to Sirius?"

Newt frowned, looking at her worriedly: "I think I'd better call a therapist first—"

"Please, Newt!" Lorenthia begged, grabbing his wrist. "Please tell me first, what happened to Sirius?"

She took out the method she had used to deal with Newt and her mother since she was a child, and looked at him pitifully with wide eyes.As expected, Newt surrendered again: "Okay, okay. Black seems to have an internal quarrel with the Lestranges. He was caught by the Auror when he fled, and then he pointed out the location of you and the Longbottoms. Maybe I want to fight for a reduced sentence..."

"No, no!" Lorenthia blurted out, "Sirius is not a traitor—I need to see Professor Dumbledore immediately!"

Newt frowned deeply, and Lorenthia could see what he was thinking at a glance: "I'm sober, I'm not talking nonsense, and I haven't been under the Imperius Curse! Please, Newt, there are some twists and turns in this. Need to explain to Professor Dumbledore...how is Sirius now? Didn't he justify himself?"

"I don't know about this," Newt said. "He should be in Azkaban now. Loren, I don't know what he said to you, but the evidence of Black's murder of the Potter family is very conclusive. Dumbledore Testify personally—"

"Newt, please." Lorenthia begged, shaking his hand, "Even if I'm talking nonsense, it's just wasting Professor Dumbledore's time for a quarter of an hour. But if it's true, this Maybe it could save a wronged innocent person. Don't you think it's worth a try?"

At this moment, she was really glad that when she woke up, Newt, who had always been the gentlest and most soft-hearted, was next to her bed-he really hesitated. "Okay." Finally, Newt gave in, "You stay here and I'll call the therapist and inform Dumbledore about it."

Lorenthia nodded repeatedly.Newt looked back worriedly at the door before going out. Soon, a black-haired female therapist whom Lorencia didn't know rushed over, walked to the hospital bed and asked, "How do you feel?"

While speaking, she waved her wand and cast seven or eight spells on Lorenthia. "Fortunately, it feels like I just woke up after sleeping for too long." Lorenzia moved her limbs slightly as she spoke, and she wanted to sit up again, but the therapist pressed her down again: "Is there any pain or discomfort?" Do you have dizziness, nausea, disorientation, limb numbness and other symptoms?"

"No...none at all."

After another series of spells were cast, the therapist allowed her to get up and poured three more potions into her.While the bitter aftertaste of the potion was still in his mouth, the door was pushed open and Dumbledore walked in. "Principal!" Lorenthia breathed a sigh of relief, "I have something to tell you—"

"Don't get excited." The therapist frowned, "You are still recovering, you can talk about everything later."

"This is a very urgent matter!" Lorenthia insisted, "I'm fine!"

"Ms. Hoppies, if I may, I would like to speak to Miss Field alone first." Dumbledore said politely. "I will not help the recovery by keeping the patient in constant anxiety."

"If that's what you asked for." The therapist said a little dissatisfied, but she still walked out.As soon as Dumbledore closed the door, Lorenthia said impatiently, "Headmaster, Sirius is not a traitor—the traitor is Peter!"

"I have heard that you hold such views," said Dumbledore quietly, "and I would like to know why you think so."

Lorenthia told him what happened—how she and Sirius were captured, how she guessed the truth and was confirmed by Sirius, who was always trying to distract the Lestranges. Attention to protect others and so on.Dumbledore listened to her silently all the time, without expressing his opinion. After she finished speaking, he asked: "Have you ever thought that all this may be due to internal strife among the Death Eaters, or that they may Are you intentionally framing me in front of you?"

"It's impossible! Professor, you didn't see—they almost killed Sirius! The Lestranges have used the Cruciatus Curse on Sirius a lot more than the rest of us!" Lorensi Ya hurriedly argued, "Besides, Bellatrix was almost completely insane at the time, she couldn't have falsely framed Peter in that situation! Besides, even if she wanted to frame Peter, why did she choose Peter? ?”

"Calm down, Loren." Dumbledore raised his hand slightly, "I personally believe what you say, but if you really want to exonerate Sirius and arrest Peter instead, your testimony alone is not enough. And I'm afraid We have no other credible evidence, after all, according to what you said, only Sirius, James and Lily knew about it."

Lorenthia took a deep breath. "James and Lily now...?" she asked with some hope, but also some fear.