The days of hanging out at Hogwarts

Harry stood in front of the monster statue and guessed the password starting with hazelnut chocolate.

After saying the names of more than a dozen kinds of candies in one breath, the statue split open to reveal the entrance at the back. Harry didn't know which password was correct, so he stepped forward and stepped onto the spiral staircase.

"Dong dong dong——"

"Please come in."

Pushing open the door of the principal's office, Dumbledore, wearing a nightgown, walked out of the back room, his unkempt beard tied up with a cloth bag, and his face was kind: "It's Harry, it's so late, what can I do?"

Harry didn't know what to say, so he walked slowly into the room, sat down at his desk, watched the principal pour him honey tea, raised his eyes and said quietly: "Sir, about that night..."

"you say."

"I……"

Harry paused, looked into those deep blue eyes, and summoned up the courage to whisper, "I still want to see my mother again, but...can you lend me the Resurrection Stone?"

"Sorry, Harry, forgive me for not being able to promise you."

"Why?"

"The Resurrection Stone cannot really resurrect the dead. Do you still remember the story of Death and the three brothers? The pain that is so close but inaccessible can drive people crazy. You have already experienced that feeling." Dumbledore said softly. As he spoke, he sighed and stared at the heat rising from the teacup, as if he had experienced that feeling.

"..."

Harry fell silent, and the figure where the moonlight gathered appeared in his mind, and the area between his eyebrows felt slightly itchy.

If he could really feel his mother's kiss, he would give everything.

The portraits of the principals on the wall have fallen asleep, but if you look carefully, you will find that the eyes of the old principal Phineas Nigellus Black are only half-closed, and occasionally they open their eyes to peek at Harry below. On the shelf, Fawkes was curled up in the hood of the Sorting Hat, his bright black eyes blinking.

Dumbledore continued: "Although I have not seen the world of the dead, I occasionally wonder, if such a world really existed, would the resurrection stone be a disturbance to them while summoning the souls of the dead to comfort the living? "

"..."

Harry lowered his head, holding the steaming tea, speechless.

"but……"

The principal's words raised his heart again, and his eyes were slightly bright, like a poor cub. Dumbledore paused: "I understand how you feel, Harry. Missing is like a fire, a short reunion." It's dry wood and candle oil, and you're on fire now."

Harry looked at him expectantly.

"Perhaps I can lend you something else, hoping it will bring you some comfort."

"What?"

"Mirror of Erised." Dumbledore waved to the inner room, and a very majestic mirror floated out, almost taller than a person. It had a golden frame with gorgeous carvings and two claw-shaped feet supporting it.

Harry subconsciously looked over. Because he was on the side of the mirror, he could only see the reflection of an ordinary room. Then he looked at the strange inscription engraved on it. He subconsciously turned it over and muttered in his heart: "I can make people see the most urgent need deep in their hearts. The most intense desire.”

Harry looked at the principal with a complicated expression: "But..."

"Yes, I once said that it is useless to indulge in illusory dreams." Dumbledore looked at the student in front of him, and he was already taller than his shoulders before he knew it. "But you are no longer in the first grade. My child, I believe that you have the ability to distinguish between reality and fiction, and you will no longer miss Quidditch training because of the magic mirror.”

"..."

Harry was a little embarrassed, but resisted the urge to stand in front of the mirror, put the Mirror of Erised into the storage scale, and pretended to be calm, picking up the tea cup and taking a sip.

Dumbledore looked at his twitching eyebrows without revealing anything, and chuckled softly: "There is still some time before lights out, and I just want to talk to you about Voldemort and Horcruxes."

"The snake tree in Ilvermorny?"

"Severus has already set off for Massachusetts, but what I'm talking about is not the tree, but other Horcruxes."

Harry was a little confused. The information they had so far confirmed Professor Slughorn's memory. Voldemort split his soul into seven pieces. Excluding the main soul, there were a total of six Horcruxes, five of which had been destroyed.

"Are there any other Horcruxes?"

Dumbledore did not answer, but explained the principle of Horcruxes in detail: "The key to making Horcruxes is to split the soul. This requires the maker to commit murder maliciously without feeling remorse. After the evil and cruel behavior split the soul of the murderer, The soul is then stripped away through specific rituals and sealed into specific objects...

"Voldemort created Horcruxes many times, just like constantly extracting beams from a tower of blocks. We all know that everyone's soul is limited. His actions destroyed the soul to the point of collapse. Do you know what this means?"

"..." Harry frowned and followed the principal's prompts.

"This means that his soul is in a very unstable state. Breaking the balance at any time and crossing the boundary between life and death will force his soul to split. He may not even be aware of this."

Harry vaguely realized something, raised his head, and said with a pale face: "I...I don't understand what you mean."

"Seventeen years ago, on the night Voldemort attacked your parents, such an accident happened."

With the sound of rain falling outside the window, Dumbledore's words shattered his last fantasy, "He first murdered your parents without any guilt, and then was killed by his own death curse, which made his soul Completely out of balance, a piece of it separated that he didn’t expect.”

Harry's pupils shrank, showing a look of horror. He wanted to touch the scar on his forehead, but he felt that his arms were filled with lead and he couldn't lift them up.

His lips trembled and he said in a difficult voice: "That piece of debris is attached to my body."

"Harry, listen to me—"

Dumbledore wanted to say something, but was interrupted by Harry. He was immersed in his own world and couldn't hear the sounds outside at all: "No wonder, no wonder! No wonder we can see each other's memories, no wonder our souls are connected, no wonder The prophecy says that we are destined enemies. No wonder our wands have a wonderful connection... No wonder mother said we will meet again."

He spoke tremblingly to himself, and was choked with sobs later on. Harry looked up at the old principal, with tears streaming down his face: "Is this why you spent so much effort teaching me?"

Dumbledore had a complicated expression: "Harry, listen to me——"

"I am also a living Horcrux. If you want to destroy Voldemort, you must kill me!"

Harry shouted in disbelief. He couldn't accept the truth and turned around and fled the office.

The oak door was pushed hard and made a loud banging sound.

Nestled in the hat, Fox slowly raised his head and let out a confused murmur. Old Principal Black in the picture frame on the wall opened his eyes and said gloatingly: "I don't see where he has grown. He is still so impulsive and can't listen to others." Advice, Dumbledore."

Dumbledore took a sip of tea and felt quite complicated:

"Why can't you just hear me out?"

…

The first day of school after Easter.

Loren got up very early, finished washing up in a few minutes, and put on a brand new spring thin coat. He looked like a handsome good student. It took more time to stand in front of the mirror and admire it. When he was about to go out, Neville was already there. woke up.

"Good morning Loren."

"Good morning, Prefect Longbottom."

"..." Neville was making the bed and glanced at the bed next to him, "Do you remember when Harry came back last night?"

"I went to bed earlier than you."

"That's it."

"Let's go, see you later."

"goodbye."

I quickly went downstairs, but it was a step too late. The girl was already waiting on the sofa.

Before Hermione could start her morning reading, she saw his figure and raised her eyebrows in surprise: "You actually got up early today?"

"Let's have breakfast!"

Loren held her shoulders and walked out, leaving the portrait hole and going downstairs, greeting the portraits and ghosts along the way. He was in a happy mood that could be seen to the naked eye. Hermione turned her head and looked at him, a little puzzled: "Is there any good news?"

"I'm happy that school has started."

"..."

"I love learning, don't I? As long as I think about being able to go to class again, I feel happy from the bottom of my heart."

"Do you believe it yourself?"

"Hehe..." Loren walked behind her, putting his hands on the girl's shoulders and shaking her from side to side, "There is a Defense Against the Dark Arts class this afternoon. Think about it, if Professor Bagshot used the Elder Wand in front of him, what would his expression look like? It must be wonderful!”

"If you are so excited in class, I don't know how Professor Bagshot will react, but you will most likely be put in detention or forced to copy textbooks."

"hiss……"

Thinking of the thickness of the Defense Against the Dark Arts textbook, Loren immediately restrained his expression.

There were only a few classmates in the auditorium, scattered in twos and threes on the dean's desk. Those who got up early on the first day of school after the holiday were all acquaintances. Even if they couldn't name them, they knew their faces.

There were only two professors, McGonagall and Flitwick, at the guest of honour. The others were unclear about the situation. Dumbledore must have been sleeping in anyway.

The breakfast is as sumptuous as ever, and the bacon, omelettes and other foods are freshly cooked. The bread is freshly taken out of the stove and is piping hot, which is when it tastes the best.

What interested Loren the most was the fruits, which were placed one by one on the plate. The flesh was plump, the fruity aroma was fragrant, and the water droplets left by cleaning fell on the surface of the peel.

He was tired of those orange-flavored apples and strawberry-flavored pears. The familiar taste in his impression was paired with another familiar taste. There was always an indescribable sense of confusion. It couldn't be said to be unpalatable, but it felt very subtle and strange. of.

After this period of exploration and experimentation, Loren developed another method to optimize the taste and appearance of the fruit without changing its essence.

Strawberry-flavored pears are a bit hard to accept, but strawberries as big as pears are different, and every bite has the perfect taste of strawberries, giving people unprecedented satisfaction.

“If a strawberry looks like a strawberry and tastes like a strawberry, then it is a strawberry.

"This is not an ordinary strawberry, this is a strawberry transformed by the Deathly Hallows..."

"..."

Listening to the muttering in her ears, Hermione looked helpless and thought he was a fool.

But strawberries are really delicious.

Different from the fun here, there was a different atmosphere not far from the long table. Ginny looked at the darkness in Harry's eyes, handed over the cut pie, and said with concern: "Eat some, Harry. You have classes all morning."

"..."

Harry looked at the girl's pretty face, pursed his lips and shook his head: "Thank you, Ginny, but I really have no appetite."

"What's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?"

Ginny put down the pie and wanted to test the temperature of his forehead. She didn't have time to wipe off the oil on her hands. She imitated her mother's movements in her memory and put her forehead to it, but she didn't know whether this body temperature was considered high: "Did you sleep last night?" I have a cold. After breakfast, shall we go to the infirmary to find Madam Pomfrey?"

Harry felt the girl's forehead was very hot, and her concerned eyes were so bright that he dared not look directly at her.

How should he tell her? There was nothing wrong with his body, but he would not live long, and his death was already determined.

After leaving the headmaster's office last night, he had been wandering between the castle floors until the lights were turned off before returning to the common room. He sat alone in front of the window until the early morning, and finally gave up the idea of ​​evading responsibility.

For the peace of the wizarding world and the stable lives of countless wizards, if he only had to pay with his life, it would be a very cost-effective deal.

Ginny was a very good girl.

It was just that he could not be at ease with her. If the ending of separation was already determined, the better it was now, the more painful it would be to recall it later.

Harry did not want Ginny to feel bad.

"How do you feel? Do you want to ask Professor McGonagall for leave?"

"...No."

"Is it because you haven't finished your homework, which subject, and you need to hand it in urgently?"

"...No."

Ginny has Weasley blood in her body, and she is a Gryffindor girl after all. She always gets no answer after asking gently, and her mood gradually becomes irritable. Looking at the man with a sluggish expression, she suddenly slaps the table: "Then what's wrong with you, speak up!"

The people near the long table suddenly quieted down, and everyone buried their heads in eating tacitly, only glancing at this side with their peripheral vision.

Loren showed a thoughtful look.

"..."

Harry opened his mouth, but he didn't say the explanation, nor the words of breaking up.

Ginny looked at him like this, a little angry, and asked him to think it over, calm down and talk at lunch.

The skylight of the auditorium opened, and the sound of howling wind and rain came into the house, and the sound of flapping wings sounded immediately. It was the owl postman.

Hermione took the package from Hanhan and unfolded the Daily Prophet with a slightly damp corner. Other students in the hall also saw the front page headlines of today and exclaimed one after another.

"The Ministry of Magic recently confirmed that with the help of Dumbledore and the mysterious wizard, the mysterious man suffered serious injuries and has now secretly escaped. The Death Eaters have re-entered a dormant state. The whereabouts of the relevant criminals are still unknown. Senior Auror Alastor Moody called for constant vigilance. Now a wanted notice is issued to the magic world to collect clues...

"The Wizengamot submitted relevant information to the International Confederation of Wizards and issued a warning to wizard governments around the world that the mysterious man and his Death Eaters may flee to other countries...

"The Ministry of Magic has recaptured the headquarters building. The current Minister of Magic, Rufus Scrimgeour, said that the Ministry of Magic will reopen from today and resume normal functions. Wizards who need to handle business are requested to make an appointment in advance and go on time..."