The days of hanging out at Hogwarts

Loren's consciousness gradually sank into a dream, and he came to the virtual library of the Book of Fantasy, where he 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 dressed in a silvery gray cloth robe, and his demeanor was vaguely similar to Dumbledore's. His expression was calm and his eyes were deep.

He is always reading, all he can do is read, and luckily he likes reading.

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

Well, it’s confirmed, it’s a philosophy book that I can’t understand.

"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 brought you here?"

Loren smiled sheepishly, feeling as if he was distracted in class and was caught by the teacher. He sat down next to him and showed the attitude of a good student: "Frammel, I have some thoughts recently, about the soul, magic and The origin of life.”

Flamel put down the book and was a little surprised: "Oh, a very grand topic."

"Inspired by Professor Snape."

"The Potions Professor who researched the potion to bring the dead back to life?"

"That's right."

"Already started to practice?"

"Yes."

"As a master of potions, his knowledge of magic definitely exceeds that of most wizards. If he has started to practice it, it proves that it is indeed possible to bring back the dead, at least in theory it is not a castle in the air." Flamel said. Full of admiration, “What an amazing person!”

"I think so too."

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 from the dead. Perhaps from this process Capturing the characteristics of death, he began to improve Voldemort's resurrection ritual. 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 them during this period. Harry’s dreams about his mother are probably more illusory things like longing or family affection.”

"Incredible, what a genius idea."

Flamel closed his eyes and thought for a while, and the admiration on his face became more intense: "Although I don't understand Horcruxes and that evil resurrection ritual, the essence of resurrection from the dead is to construct a living body and summon the soul of the dead. The soul is resettled, and the existence of the Horcrux eliminates the need to summon the soul. The resurrection ceremony is to shape a body that fits the soul.

"Based on the materials you mentioned, it is speculated that the three materials are three different marks. The father's bones are a blood connection, the enemy's blood is hatred in essence, and the servant's flesh is loyalty or fear. This is an unshakable fact. The black magic of buckle.

"Your professor has completely mastered the principles of rituals by virtue of his superb black magic attainments. Bones and flesh are only the materials for shaping the body. Hatred and loyalty are the channels to connect the soul. This professor used family affection or longing as the material to reverse the The dark magical nature of the ritual allowed him to eliminate any possible negative effects of the ritual."

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

"This process of birth from death involves the mystery of life, right? We have studied the structure of the human body for a long time before. From the perspective of Muggle biology, cloning can create an identical body, but In essence, it is another process of continuous development and growth of life from an embryo, which does not touch the realm of consciousness and soul. Resurrection is different. He creates a purely soulless body to house the soul of the dead...

"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 part of the memory and lingers in the traces left by the deceased in a disembodied way. In the middle, there is no consciousness, it is difficult to form new memories, and thinking will gradually deteriorate...

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

"This reminds me of the Boggarts and Dementors I have observed before. Boggarts are tangible and tangible, but they have no real identity. They are like an empty shell without a soul and can only reflect the feelings of others. fear.

"Dementors have no entity, like the existence of some kind of soul, but they have no memory, and they leave no traces in the real world. Their souls are empty, so they long for fresh memories and emotions..."

Flamel's silver eyes widened unconsciously, and his illusory spirit body felt an electric shock. His whole body was numb, and his hairs stood up uncontrollably.

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 about it. think:

Could Boggarts and Dementors be the creations of ancient wizards exploring the creation of life, like little men in a bottle in the field of alchemy...

Loren didn't notice Flamel's surprise, and kept talking about his recent thoughts and thoughts: "I think the magic of Apparition also involves some connections between the body and the soul. This is the teaching staff from the Ministry of Magic I saw during the day. When I thought about it, his body was very... I can't say it was weak, but it was strange anyway. He was very light in weight, very light in color, and had slender hair. These were signs of transparency, as if his body was in the process of appearing and transmigrating. A part of sex is lost.

"After my last sleepwalking, my understanding of space became deeper, and my control over the magic of space became more refined. In the process of relearning Apparition, I noticed some details that I had ignored before. Compared with the movement of space marked by Portkeys and Floo Networks, Apparition requires that you think about the destination wholeheartedly before moving. It is more like sending the soul there first, and then using the connection between the soul and the body to pull the body directly. The suddenly created cavity will make a popping sound, so it is very harmful to the body. The pressure is great, and the split injury only affects the body, so it is easier to treat than the conventional injury of a broken hand or leg.”

Loren paused for a moment: "So I was wondering if it would be lighter and more convenient if the movement could be initiated from both the body and soul dimensions at the same time."

He looked up at Flamel, who had a complicated expression. After thinking for a long time, Flamel nodded: "You can give it a try."

The sound of an old man and a young man discussing and communicating lasted for a long time. It was obviously just the voices of two people, but the huge library became lively because of it.

…

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

Harry saw something very unreal, his thinking seemed to have slowed down, and the gurgling sound of the potion boiling was prolonged and a bit ethereal, as if it was coming from a far away place, but also seemed to be right next to him.

"It's a dream..."

This is a classroom with a spacious space that can accommodate at least dozens of students. In front of it is a blackboard with several vague schematic diagrams drawn on it.

Harry squinted his eyes hard and looked through the lenses to identify it carefully: "It's the Living Hell Potion."

After looking at the schematic diagram, the scene in the entire classroom suddenly became clear. The walls were filled with various glass jars soaked with animal specimens. There was also a storage cabinet behind the classroom, which seemed to contain the raw materials for various pharmaceuticals. Although the details were somewhat different, Harry recognized it at a glance. This was the Potions classroom.

"Ten points from Gryffindor for Lily Evans' outstanding performance!"

Professor Slughorn's excited voice spread throughout the classroom. He looked younger than he is now, and there were still a few strands of hair on his head that were stubbornly holding on. As his words fell, the Gryffindor students burst into cheers like a tide. ear.

Noisy and noisy.

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

He stared blankly at those familiar eyes, which he could see every time he looked in the mirror, but now he couldn't get enough of them.

He wished this dream would last longer.

As the bell rang, Harry followed Lily Evans, watching her clean the cauldron, pack up her books, and leave the classroom, without looking at a certain boy who was deliberately trying to catch the Golden Snitch in the corridor...

Time always passed quickly in dreams. When Harry followed Lily Evans to the auditorium, the space rippled in circles, the familiar Dean's table began to ripple and distort, and the faces of those people began to change. It was blurry, and the surrounding sounds were lengthened again, far and near, as if coming through the water.

"call……"

Harry opened his eyes, the curtains of the four-poster bed came into view, and in his ears he could hear the even and slow breathing of his roommates. They were still sleeping, and there was a faint white sky outside the transparent glass window.

In early spring, the sun rises slowly.

Stuffing the exposed corner of "Advanced Potion Making" under the pillow, Harry slowly raised his upper body and leaned against the head of the bed. He recalled those green eyes and wanted to sleep a little longer to see if he could resume his dream. It's hard to be conscious but aware.

"Dream about your mother again?"

Loren's soft voice came from the next bed.

Harry looked sideways and nodded slowly.

Loren glanced at his roommate with a confused expression, and then at the old book under the pillow: "In the ancient Eastern legend, whenever the deceased misses their loved ones, they will entrust them with dreams. This may be because your mother misses you, right?" "

"Really...what a beautiful legend."

Harry's eyes brightened a little, and he said in a daze: "Sometimes I wonder, if it hadn't been for that prophecy, Voldemort would not have noticed my parents, and whether they would have been able to escape the pursuit of the Death Eaters again. When the turbulent years are over, maybe we will be together like the Weasley family...

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

"..."

Harry's eyes slowly became firm. He put his hands on his face and wiped it vigorously. He took a deep breath and exhaled: "You're right, I will definitely get Slughorn's memory as soon as possible. To avenge them!"

"Would you like to talk to Dumbledore?"

"No, I will definitely complete the task!"

"Good luck."

"good luck?"

Harry repeated thoughtfully.