The days of hanging out at Hogwarts

The next morning, the cold wind howled and blew against the window lattices.

In the Gryffindor boys' dormitory, the warm air trembled with Harry's voice: "What does Professor Slughorn mean by asking me to find Dumbledore? Isn't it that the headmaster asked me to find a way to get his memory?"

Loren yawned and didn't respond.

From last night to now, he has repeated similar questions many times.

The roommates who stayed in school didn't respond either. Compared with Slughorn's dispensable memories, the gift boxes piled up at the head of the bed were more worth looking forward to. At the call of the gifts, several people opened the quilt, got out of bed and sat cross-legged on the carpet to start opening the gifts.

Loren pointed with his wand, and the colorful gift boxes jumped and ran to the front to line up, and the tangled ribbons naturally stretched, revealing the gifts and greeting cards inside.

Dumbledore's storybook, Mrs. Weasley's hand-knitted sweater, and Neville's snack gift box, these are all traditional Christmas items.

Classmates and friends all knew his preferences, and most of the gifts they gave him were snacks. In addition to the candies from Honeydukes, there were also some handmade cookies, such as the Christmas cakes and crispy peanut flakes given by Mrs. Weasley, and the dried fruit shaqima made by Wheat, Winky and Dobby with their own salaries...

Looking at the newly unpacked potion books, Loren was a little surprised. In previous years, he did exchange gifts with Professor Snape, but he didn't expect that the professor would still find time to give him a Christmas gift under such circumstances.

Somewhat touched.

After a little thought, Loren took out the communicator and tentatively sent a holiday greeting.

Loren: "Merry Christmas, Professor Snape."

"..."

After waiting for a few minutes, there was no reply.

Loren hesitated for a moment, changed the communicator to send a message, and this time he received a reply quickly.

Loren: "Good morning! Say Merry Christmas to me!"

Hermione: "Merry Christmas."

Girlfriend is still considerate.

Loren nodded contentedly, put away the communicator, stretched his arms with both hands raised, and went to the bathroom to wash up.

What, Hermione's gift?

I wore that outfit yesterday. They were an old couple, so there was nothing special about it.

...

"Rolo and I have reconciled."

In the girls' dormitory of Gryffindor Tower, Lavender, who was dressing in front of the mirror, said to Hermione, with joy in her cheerful voice.

Hermione faced the made-up bed and listened silently.

Lavender took out her summer skirt and gestured in front of her: "Those boys are always casual about dating. Do you know Cormac McLaggen, the substitute player of the Quidditch team? When school started this year, he invited Parvati to go on a date with him in Hogsmeade. After being rejected by Parvati, he invited Padma instead. As a result, I saw him kissing a Hufflepuff girl last night. Ronnie is different from them..."

The slightly plump girl smiled indulgently.

"He respects me and love very much. Maybe my confession before made him feel overwhelmed, so he dated me in a daze, but he soon came to his senses and explained everything to me." Lavender changed into another dress. "Those days were indeed very sad. Myrtle said that I cried more than her, but now it's different. He promised that we can start as friends, get along slowly, and understand each other...

"We will be together again.

"What do you think, Hermione?"

Hermione missed Parvati so much at this moment, but unfortunately she went home for Christmas, leaving a nerd to face this kind of situation, and could only bite the bullet and laugh dryly: "I know a way to apply the bubble head spell, which can prevent you from getting frostbite, but it's better not to wear a skirt in this weather."

Lavender couldn't help laughing, and her laughter was a little shrill: "You are still like this, Hermione, like a professor and pedant, you know that's not what I'm asking."

Hermione looked helpless: "But I can't give you any useful advice, I'm not good at this."

"Yes, you are not good at this."

Lavender fell silent again, his smile was restrained, and he took out normal winter clothes from the closet, soft cashmere sweaters, plush woolen coats, thick and warm.

Hermione looked at her roommate who seemed to have regained his sanity, and couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, and walked out quietly with light hands and feet.

At this time, the roommate's voice with some emotion came from behind again

"You know, Hermione, you're lucky."

The dormitory fell into an inexplicable silence. Hermione had never experienced such a thing before. She felt that she should say something comforting, but she didn't know how to put it.

It was not until Lavender took out several scarves to choose from to avoid the cold wind blowing on her neck that Hermione said goodbye dryly, then went out in a panic, crossed the corridor, and went downstairs step by step.

Hermione came to the common room, slowed down her pace, and slowly sat down on the sofa.

New firewood had been added to the fireplace, and the flames were lit. The warm air flow gradually spread throughout the room, but outside the window was silvery white.

Looking at the swaying flames, Hermione's eyes were a little dazed, until the crackling sound of the firewood woke her up, she was shocked to realize that she didn't take out her notes or books to recite as usual.

When did you develop this habit?

After getting up and washing in the morning, I sat here and read a book to kill time.

Oh, it's to wait for someone to meet up and go downstairs for breakfast.

In fact, there are times when the roles are reversed. If I stayed up late reading a book the night before and got up a little later, when I came downstairs, I would see Loren sitting here. He would check her eyes seriously to see if there were any red bloodshot eyes. Are there any dark circles under the eyes?

If the symptoms are obvious, he will probably be scolded by him in the name of his mother.

Sometimes he would comb his own hair. His technique was not very good at first and he lost a lot of hair, but he later became proficient.

"..."

A smile appeared on Hermione's lips, and a warm warmth gradually flowed from her heart and filled her entire body.

The flames in the fireplace burned more and more intensely. Students who got up early passed by and were not surprised to see her. Occasionally they met people they knew and greeted each other. The sound of footsteps made the common room seem quiet.

The goblin silver coin in the pendant suddenly vibrated twice. Hermione subconsciously took out the communicator and looked at the incomprehensible sentence on it. She didn't feel strange at all and replied with a holiday greeting.

After waiting for a few more minutes, familiar footsteps were heard on the wooden steps.

Hermione looked up and saw the figure of her sweetheart.

Of course she knew she was lucky, she had known it a long time ago.

She did not ignore this luck, but responded very hard.

…

Portraits lined the hallways and stairs noisily shouting "Merry Christmas" to every passing student.

This is a very common pastime, or a prank, but there happens to be a boy with black hair and black eyes, who responds to the people in the portraits seriously, and occasionally calls out the names and nicknames of several portraits, making them laugh. .

There is a beautiful girl next to the boy, holding his hand, showing a helpless expression from time to time.

"So Neville is the only one in your dormitory who went home?"

"yes."

"very nice……"

"What's so good about it?" Loren muttered and complained, "Harry was talking about Slughorn and Dumbledore for a long time last night, and he was still talking about it when he got up in the morning, tsk!"

"For that memory?"

"Yeah, I don't know what Dumbledore's plan is." Loren paused, thinking about the current situation, and decided to do something, "After breakfast, I want to go to the principal's office to have a chat with Dumbledore. You Want to come together?"

"I'm going to the kitchen to see Wheat and Shiny and the others, and then go to Professor Bubaji to discuss communication."

"I'm sad. In your heart, I'm not as important as the house elf."

"There's something wrong." Hermione couldn't help but hit him.

…

Principal's office.

Loren dropped a sugar cube into the teacup.

Darjeeling black tea is produced in the Darjeeling Plateau at the foothills of the Himalayas. It has abundant sunshine, a large temperature difference between day and night, and the valley is filled with clouds and mist all year round, giving birth to the unique aroma of tea. The soup is orange-yellow in color, has a fragrant smell, and has a delicate and soft taste. Simply put, it has a high price tag.

Adding sugar to such expensive tea is considered rude and indecent because it will destroy the original grape flavor of the tea, but neither of the two people drinking tea care about it now. The old man with the white beard even thinks that one sugar is too little.

Dumbledore picked up the teacup, took a sip, tasted it for a moment, and then put a piece of sugar into the cup: "Do you like the Christmas gift I gave you?"

"The storybook?"

Loren recalled the title of the book and said very sincerely, "It's called "Oops, I Deformed My Feet," right? I haven't had time to read it yet."

"It's not a storybook, it's a drama. It was created by the French wizard Malekli in the early 15th century. The plot itself was not outstanding, but they caused a big mess during a public performance and almost burned down the entire theater, so they became famous. Then it became a bestseller.”

Noticing his slightly wrinkled nose, Dumbledore smiled softly and changed his words: "I won't be with Hermione on Christmas Day and you came to me in a hurry. What's the matter?"

"As for Professor Slughorn's memory, Harry tried it last night..." Loren relayed what happened last night, paused, and said after considering, "I may be able to provide some information, but I may Can’t explain the source.”

Dumbledore chuckled: "Although I don't know what others think of me, but let me tell you, I'm not the kind of old wizard who wants to figure everything out."

"I think so too."

"So, what do you want to tell me, Loren?"

Loren looked into the eyes of the old principal and said solemnly: "Voldemort made a total of 6 Horcruxes."

"I know."

"You know?"

"He firmly believed that 7 was a magical number. He made 6 Horcruxes, counting his own share, and split his soul into seven pieces."

Dumbledore looked at his surprised expression and smiled, "Horace drank a lot after hearing about Voldemort's attack on the Ministry of Magic. That night he really couldn't bear the torment in his heart, so he asked me to tell him about the incident that night. memory."

"No wonder Slughorn asked Harry to find you..."

"Oh, I forgot to inform Harry about this."

"..."

Loren narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at the white-bearded old principal.

I believe you are a ghost. You and the bad old man are very bad, and you must be thinking of some kind of training plan to train Harry to face difficulties and let him learn something.

"I have some news."

"What?"

"The Horcrux that was not destroyed in the end was a living Horcrux. In other words, he consciously placed his soul on a certain creature."

"Yeah……"

Dumbledore was not as surprised as he expected. He seemed to have confirmed some of his suspicions. Behind the crescent moon lenses, his blue eyes showed a thoughtful look.

Loren guessed that the principal might have thought of Harry's situation. When he mentioned the Horcrux information, he deliberately ignored Harry. After all, the professor himself had speculated that Harry's scar contained a fragment of Voldemort's soul.

Sometimes he also wonders whether the number 7 really has some kind of magic power.

The diary, Gaunt's ring, locket, gold cup, crown and living Horcrux, six Horcruxes plus Voldemort's main soul, a total of seven soul fragments. However, Harry's mother's ancient magic rebounded the Death Curse, giving birth to An unexpected soul fragment led to Voldemort's defeat.

It's just that there were some changes in this plot because of his intervention.

If they don't interfere with Nagini's affairs, the battle plan will go more smoothly.

Forget it, there’s no point in worrying about these things. We should save them if we can...

Fox's cry awoke the two of them from their thoughts. Dumbledore came back to his senses and said thoughtfully: "I remembered something. Voldemort and the werewolves stayed in Ilvermorny for so long, maybe it was... Making the final living Horcrux."

"Professor, do you really not want to ask the source of the intelligence?"

"Well...I do feel curious and doubtful, but I know you don't want to say it yet, so I don't plan to ask further."

"Why?"

"Then there are many reasons."

Dumbledore looked at the little wizard in front of him and remembered that when he first came to the principal's office, he also brought unexpected news.

That was six years ago.

The reason for trust is very complicated, because you are trying to deal with Voldemort, because you want to help Harry, and because you always trust me, this weird old man...

Because you are Loren Morgan.

…

4 Privet Drive, Little Whinging, Surrey.

The Dursleys are celebrating Christmas.

The hostess Petunia emptied the ingredients from the refrigerator early and prepared the family's Christmas dinner bit by bit according to the cooking methods taught on the TV show. Even Vernon participated in it, entering the kitchen from time to time to do some trivial things. work.

The meal was undoubtedly hearty, and the soup had been bubbling in the pot since morning.

Dudley was so distracted by the fragrance wafting in the house that he couldn't concentrate on playing games. In order to appease their precious son, all kinds of snacks that were usually limited in normal times were available today.

In such a wonderful festival, the Dursley family truly felt happy.

Dong dong dong...

"Who's coming to visit today?"

Petunia heard the knock on the door, took a towel and wiped her wet hands, then opened the Dursley's door with doubts.

Seeing someone coming at the door, Penny's eyes widened:

"You! You!"