The days of hanging out at Hogwarts

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

Loren was immersed in a comfortable weightless environment at this moment, unconscious and unaware. He didn't know how long he had been floating, maybe a few hours, maybe a few minutes.

Until he realized that he was in a dream -

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

Consciousness gradually recovered, and the weightlessness from various parts of the body became clearer. He couldn't help but open his eyes.

In front of him was a brilliant starry sky beyond imagination and the limit of vision, with a dark background like velvet everywhere. Countless gems trembled in the distance, emitting a long-lasting and brilliant brilliance.

The blurred and brilliant brilliance is the unknown star wantonly swaying the high-energy particles. The elusive light seems to have a physical shape in the special space. Because of the unimaginable distance, the process of the radiance escaping is slowed down and overflows everywhere.

This picture makes Loren feel familiar. He has seen such a scene about a few years ago, but the dream at that time was not as real as now.

Suddenly, there was a burning touch from the front. Loren looked down. The Book of Abraham was close to his chest. The yellowed papyrus exuded a bright glow, dim and weak, which was completely incomparable to the light in the starry sky.

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

Time seemed to stop.

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 are too small to be ignored.

Such a landscape gave Loren a strange feeling, somewhat familiar and somewhat strange.

The Book of Abraham brought Loren closer and closer, and the blue light enveloped him, and the world became blurred again.

The belated feeling of falling finally came, and it became stronger and stronger, and the falling speed became faster and faster.

Some time before dawn, about shortly before sunrise, the sky at this time is usually the darkest time, and the sky is as rich as ink, which is a favorite scene for a few insomniacs.

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

Until a ray of light swept across the sky, breaking 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 stretched his back with both hands, stretched 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 rung two hours ago. The mansion at 10 Downing Street was still brightly lit, and the innermost office was still bustling.

The Prime Minister sat dejectedly 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 and shining eyes staring at him, she could plant a terrible curse on him at any time.

One was his right-hand assistant, Kingsley Shacklebolt. The black assistant casually flipped through the documents on the table, from a few months ago when he ordered the intelligence department to collect clues related to magic, reminded the French government of the existence of wizards, and led 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 up to the wizard who manipulated strange magic, and all the secrets emerged unconsciously.

Mind reading...

These words emerged in the Prime Minister's mind, and his pulse beat faster unconsciously.

There were two wizards in another office at the end of the corridor, his dear assistant minister Herbert Jorley, and the popular female employee Emmeline Vance in the office. They were clearing the traces of magic and the intelligence department's records of wizards.

Silent murder, untraceable manipulation, curses that penetrated the soul, or some other means...

The Prime Minister trembled in his heart and could not think of any resistance.

The office was too quiet, and the sound of flipping papers seemed to be touching. In the sound of flipping pages, there was suddenly a sound of air explosion.

Tonks and Kingsley looked up and saw Scrimgeour standing in the corner of the office. His brown hair was drooping and his sharp yellow eyes made the Prime Minister's skin ache. 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 opposite the desk, looked at the pile of documents on the desk without reading them, and said, "Kingsley, tell me."

"Okay Minister." Kingsley's voice was calm, "The matter can be traced back to the last time you met, which was about the end of June..."

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

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

"Needless to say." Scrimgeour said this for the second time. Whether it was to shirk an explanation or to admit his mistake sincerely, he no longer cared. "The Auror team will implement the "Secrecy Act" regulations, eliminate all traces, and clean up relevant information. The memory of personnel, as for you..."

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

The Prime Minister breathed a sigh of relief and asked tentatively: "When will the war end?"

Scrimgeour raised his head and stared straight at him, with some deep sorrow in his eyes that he couldn't understand: "Maybe...soon..."

The Prime Minister seemed to understand something and fell into silence. He wanted to ask what would happen if the dark wizard won the war in the wizarding world, but he felt that there was no need to ask. The answer was obvious.

Several people in the office fell silent in tacit agreement. No one expected that the ugly man in the portrait on the wall broke the silence and suddenly spoke in a clear official voice.

"To the Minister of Magic, requesting a meeting. The matter is urgent. Please reply immediately——

"Voldemort."