The days of hanging out at Hogwarts

The Apparation point is Cokeworth.

This is an industrial town on the outskirts of London. It has been abandoned in recent years, with a lack of supporting living facilities, severe chemical pollution, and an unpleasant chemical smell in the air. It has been a gathering place for poor residents a long time ago. Young people can't find any reason to stay here, and the old people have left one after another, leaving it gradually vacant.

There is a dirty river outside the town. The black water flows gurglingly, but there is no sign of life. There are no fish in the water, only various plastic garbage floating by, and gray-green moss clinging to the rocks on the shore. Grass grows and garbage piles up.

The gray smoke lingered in the air, and the sunlight could not penetrate. On a summer morning in July, Loren and others felt a little eerie as they walked on the deserted road.

"Spider Tail Alley..."

Loren looked around for possible road maps on the streets.

Although he had never been here before, Loren was able to find the direction accurately. In the desolate Muggle town, only the magical light was very conspicuous, and the elixir of blessing was also playing a subtle guiding role.

Along a row of old railings, we walked into a narrow cobbled alleyway and passed through a maze-like alleyway. There was no sound everywhere, only the flow of the river gradually disappeared, and the sound of footsteps became clearer.

On the other side of the alley are rows of dilapidated brick houses. Most of the glass windows on the houses are broken, some are nailed up with boards, and some have empty windows with dark holes, no lights, and lifeless.

The house at the deepest part of the street was their target.

"Snape..."

Loren stared at the copper door plate at the door. The handwriting on it was mottled and blurred, and he could only barely read it: "I told Professor Snape about the current situation, and he only replied that he understood. It should mean tacit approval, right?"

This question was difficult to answer, and the others looked at each other and remained silent sensibly.

Walking inside to the door, the old black-painted wooden door was ajar, the door lock had been broken, and there were footprints left by hard-soled leather boots on the door.

"It seems that it was left by the Death Eaters. The time should be after Easter..." Loren lowered his head to analyze the remaining traces and check for possible black magic traps. "There is no need for the unlocking spell now. If the Ministry of Magic sues We still have room to defend ourselves when we forcefully break into people’s homes.”

Hermione glanced at him.

Pushing the door open, there is no foyer. There is a living room directly inside. It is dark and cramped, and the vision is blurred. There is a smell of damp and moldy wood lingering on the tip of the nose, which makes people frown subconsciously.

Loren tried pressing the dusty light switch on the wall, but there was no response. He didn't know whether the power was out or the wiring was damaged.

Hermione shook her wand, and the silver light of the Illuminating Charm lit up.

The room was like a dark cell with soft walls. The bookshelf placed against the wall had been overturned and the books were scattered all over the floor. Most of them were thick tomes with age and old black or brown cowhide covers. In the center of the room was a A frayed sofa, an old armchair and an old table, covered in dust.

A mess, desolate and deserted.

Loren sniffed, smelling the obscure smell in the air, and said to everyone: "Don't touch those books, they are coated with poison."

"..."

The others moved back, and Hermione quietly grabbed the corner of his clothes, looking at the books with a somewhat regretful look.

"What we are looking for should be upstairs, come with me."

Loren stepped forward cautiously, leaving footprints on the dusty floor, and the others followed cautiously, avoiding the poison-stained books.

Due to the limited area, the structure of the entire house is not complicated. Go up the stairs and turn right. The doors of the rooms upstairs are open, and the footprints on them are still clear.

Ignoring the inconspicuous bedrooms, the first thing I saw was the workroom. Bottles and jars were shattered on the floor. The liquid spilled on the floor was divided into two parts. The dried part only left traces of color, and the part that was not completely dried was sticky. The ground was sticky and the smell was a bit pungent.

"..."

Considering the nature of Professor Snape's work, Loren and the others did not enter rashly.

Going along the corridor, the deepest room is the study, which is similar to the living room. The desks, chairs and bookshelves have been overturned and the books are scattered all over the floor. However, there is no poison on it. I don't know whether it is because the Death Eaters are not patient enough or because of the dosage of the poison. limited.

"hiss……"

As soon as he entered the study, Harry took a breath of air and covered the scar on his forehead.

"Harry!"

"Don't worry, I'm fine, hiss..."

Harry stretched out his hand to stop Ginny and Hagrid. While screaming in pain, he stumbled to the study, put aside the messy potions books, and pulled out a plastic-covered notebook.

Opening it up, you can see that the ink marks inside are also very new. The handwriting is not neat, but it is very beautiful, with a luxurious temperament.

But the title above gave a few people chills——

"Detailed Explanation of Horcrux Making"

"hiss……"

When Harry saw these notes, the pain in the scar on his forehead became even more intense.

This sign also made others understand the author of the note, and his breathing was subconsciously sluggish.

"..."

Loren frowned slightly, vaguely guessing at the source of the note.

It should have been left by Voldemort when he was temporarily living in Spider-End Alley in order to guide Professor Snape in making Horcruxes. I just don't know why such an important thing was left here. Was it left by Professor Snape or Voldemort? Down...

"The Felicis Potion brought us here for this, right?" Harry rubbed his forehead, the pain in his scar gradually faded until it disappeared completely.

Hermione walked around the room and looked outside: "It should be right, this is the room at the end of the corridor."

In the next few minutes, the group explored the other rooms, found nothing, and prepared to leave.

Before leaving, Loren looked at the messy old house, pondered for a moment, waved his wand and began to tidy up.

A small tornado rolled up out of thin air in the room, the pages of the book gently flipped, and wisps of dust rolled towards the eye of the storm like smoke, and fine stains fell from the floor and walls, and finally gathered together, turning into a dust storm that jumped out of the window and fell into the river outside the town.

The overturned furniture, tables and chairs turned over again, and moved around the room one by one, and the intact furniture returned to its original position and sat down. I searched around for the missing tables and chairs, found the table legs and wooden sticks, squeaked them into the original holes, and sat back in my original position with satisfaction.

Some of the broken limbs could not be found, so Loren used Transfiguration to repair them. The process was a bit hasty and the style was not uniform, but at least they looked new, so I made do with them for now, and waited for Professor Snape to come back and repair the rest.

The bottles and jars in the workshop were restored if they could be restored, and all those that could not be restored were treated without pollution. I dared not touch them with medicine rashly, nor did I dare to discharge them into the small river outside. I could only burn them with a fierce fire, which was clean and left no residue, no waste gas or waste residue, and it could be regarded as a contribution to green environmental protection.

I didn't know the original order of the books, so I could only simply classify them according to the color of the cover, at least it looked very neat.

The books in the living room that were coated with poison were a bit difficult to deal with. In the end, I had to burn the covers and stuff the bare pages back into the books, which looked a bit hard to describe.

"Click!"

He cast the anti-unlocking spell, and then used magic to wipe away the footprints on the door, and Snape's house was restored to its original state.

Loren turned and looked at everyone: "Let's go to the next place."