The days of hanging out at Hogwarts

Loren came to the square table in the dormitory and sat down, pouring himself a glass of water. "It is precisely because Voldemort learned the content of the prophecy, listened to the prophecy, and took action according to Professor Trelawney's prophecy that this led to your fate. Tangled with the soul.”

"..."

Harry sat down next to him and listened attentively.

"Prophecy has prompted these things to happen to a certain extent, but this does not mean that everything is doomed. This world is not a story with a predetermined ending."

Loren took a sip of the water in his teacup, "Think back on all the things you have experienced, and try to assume that if Voldemort had not killed your father, would it have caused you to have unforgettable hatred? If he had not forced your mother, Will his body be destroyed by his own death curse and he will collapse?"

"Doesn't this just confirm the prophecy? It means that the story has already had an ending."

Harry frowned and couldn't help but ask: "Even without the guidance of the prophecy, these things could still happen in other ways. At that time, the Death Eaters were searching for members of the Order of the Phoenix, and my mother was still a Muggle. On the other hand, Wormtail He has surrendered to the Death Eaters, and all signs are pointing to that outcome."

"Then have you ever thought that the boy born at the end of July, the family who escaped from Voldemort three times, Voldemort's destined enemy, the star of salvation, and the child of prophecy, was actually never you." Loren spoke calmly and slowly. , "Neville's birthday is only one day earlier than yours, and the Longbottoms have escaped his clutches three times."

Harry turned to look at his trusty roommate who was calming down the dispute in front of the mirror.

Loren continued to guide his thoughts and said softly: "Have you ever thought about whether if Voldemort had not thought of you when he heard the prophecy, and had not attacked the Potter family, everything would have had another ending. You would As an ordinary student with average grades and good at Quidditch, his destiny may be affected by Voldemort, but his soul will not be entangled with the Dark Lord, just like... Neville now."

Harry's eyes widened instantly, and his mind was in confusion.

Loren held the clear water and felt that the taste was too bland. He wanted to put some tea leaves or sugar cubes in it, but he didn't want to brush his teeth again, so he had to give up.

After a few minutes, Harry cleared his mind and came back to his senses, and asked slowly: "Even if the outcome is not destined, I still have to kill Voldemort, and even pay... my life for it."

The voice of the last word was very soft, but Loren still heard it. He vaguely realized why Harry was so depressed a few days ago: "Of course Voldemort should be completely eliminated, not just you, but also the Ministry of Magic, the Order of the Phoenix, and even There are some Death Eaters, and no wizard can tolerate such a cruel and powerful dark wizard. All wizards who want to live a stable life must kill Voldemort, not because of the prophecy, but because of the yearning for a peaceful life."

"But..." Harry touched the scar on his forehead and suddenly reacted when he saw Loren's calm expression, "You know this, right? I am also Voldemort's Horcrux, another living Horcrux."

Loren shrugged: "Although I didn't use Legilimency, your eyes and expressions have revealed your thoughts. Forget those tragic warrior adventure stories, Harry, think about it carefully, is Dumbledore like The kind of conspirator who is willing to sacrifice others to achieve his goals? "

"Uh..." Harry thought seriously for a few seconds and muttered in a low voice, "I think that sometimes, maybe, probably, maybe..."

"I'll tell Dumbledore."

Harry immediately closed his mouth, his expression relaxed, and his mood was no longer so heavy.

He vaguely realized that he seemed to be a little impulsive last time and ran out of the office without hearing what the principal said.

"But... what should we do with the living Horcrux?"

"Are you referring to your scar, or another real living Horcrux."

"Both." "I vaguely know something about scars and soul fragments, but it's a bit troublesome to explain. You can ask Dumbledore yourself when you have time. As for the other living Horcrux, Dumbledore claimed to travel around after retirement. World Search, I don’t know what you think, but Hermione and I don’t believe it. We speculate that he may have set some kind of trap to lure Voldemort to expose himself.”

"Actively exposed?" Harry blinked doubtfully.

"Other Horcruxes have been destroyed, and Voldemort's soul has been torn to the limit and cannot continue to make Horcruxes. With his fear of death and lack of security, he may be uneasy and suspicious, and excessive nervousness will reveal flaws. Such as repeatedly confirming whether the Horcrux is safe enough..." Loren paused for a moment, "Oh, Harry, you are right, it does sound like Dumbledore is a conspirator."

"..."

In fact, you two also have the potential to be conspirators.

Harry remained silent, his eyes flickering, and he felt very complicated at the moment.

"Ha~"

Loren yawned, drank the water in the glass in one gulp, and walked to the bed in his slippers.

The dispute in front of the mirror has subsided, and the two people take turns looking in the mirror to collect dream material.

It was Ron's turn to stand in front of the mirror. He squinted his eyes for a moment, tilted his head and muttered: "I am already the captain of the Quidditch team, and there is only one final against Ravenclaw left this school year." , as long as nothing happens, the Quidditch trophy will definitely be ours.

"What kind of desire is this? Well, as the captain leading the team to win the championship, I still have a little desire."

"..."

Seamus listened to his mutterings, and for some reason, he always felt that the Mirror of Erised was less attractive.

Loren was lying on the bed getting ready to fall asleep, Harry was sitting in a chair thinking about life, and Neville put on his pajamas and started to wash up. No one spoke, and the spacious dormitory gradually became quiet. Seeing that their roommates were all getting ready for bed, Ron and Seamus didn't miss the mirror image much, so they found a few curtains and put them on the frame to cover the overly large mirror.

When the candles were extinguished, all five people in the dormitory were lying on the bed, and the lake-like night flowed in through the windows.

Harry took off his glasses and put them on the bedside table. He made a hollow on the pillow and put his head on it. He closed his eyes and let the chaotic thoughts flow. Thinking back to tonight's conversation, he turned over and faced the next door. The roommate on the bed said "baa" twice:

"Loren, Loren, have you ever felt that you are a bit like Dumbledore?"

"Me? Dumbledore?"

Although the principal is resourceful and powerful, this does not affect him as an eccentric old man.

Thinking of the principal's weird behavior and crazy words, Loren quickly turned over and tried to shake the images and sounds out of his head.

If you think about this before going to bed, you won't have nightmares at night, right?