The days of hanging out at Hogwarts

In the side hall of Ilvermorny Hall.

Dinner is over.

Several figures are sitting around the long table.

In front of Snape is a silver metal tray with flesh and blood and a few snake scales. He frowns slightly: "Without the snake tree, Crabbe's flesh and blood will wither quickly."

"Hmm..."

Hermione and Nancy frowned, trying to suppress their nausea as they observed the bloody pieces of flesh peeled off.

Loren sipped his ice cream, his expression calm.

The first time he saw the body, he had already checked it with the Soul Stone. There was no emotional fluctuation. The original soul was devoured. The body was only an empty shell, absorbing the vigorous vitality of the snake tree to survive. The evil magic in the body assimilated and transformed the body and the snake tree bit by bit.

Crabbe was not only made into a living Horcrux, but also the wand core prepared by Voldemort. Once the assimilation and transformation were completed, he could imitate Slytherin and make a brand new snakewood wand.

He was not surprised by the test results, but there was one thing he couldn't figure out: Why did they have to show the meat after dinner?

Loren sat in his seat and thought quietly.

Thinking carefully, it actually made sense to do so. Showing it after dinner would only make people feel sick and want to vomit. If it was shown before dinner, they would probably have no appetite to enjoy dinner.

"Crabbe has no consciousness, will not respond to external stimuli, cannot move, cannot eat, and is more like a plant than a snake tree."

Snape calmly stated the current situation, rationally and indifferently: "If you forcibly separate Crabbe and the snake tree, it will cause damage to both. The snake tree can slowly recover with its strong vitality, and Crabbe can only rely on potions to maintain his life, and his body will become weaker and weaker."

"Like a vegetative person in No-Maj medicine?" Nancy asked weakly.

"Yes."

Fontana's heart gradually sank.

During his stay at Ilvermorny, Dumbledore and Snape respected his ideas very much. He was the lead in investigating the Horcruxes and the snake tree. Now, although they proposed to postpone the decision for two days, they still had to listen to his opinion in the end.

The headmaster's mind was a bit complicated.

The snake tree was the most precious treasure of Ilvermorny. He didn't want the snake tree to be damaged in any way, but while maintaining the snake tree, he didn't want to see a student's life disappear. Looking up the relevant archives, he already knew that this student was not only Vincent Crabbe of Hogwarts, but also Pierre Crabbe of Ilvermorny.

Fontana is a little entangled now.

After graduation, he chose to stay in school to teach. He has been working hard for more than ten years and has only encountered difficulties in teaching. There are no rare dark wizards in the magic world here for hundreds of years. The Magic Congress will maintain the stability of the magic world. There are no twists and turns. He took the position of headmaster step by step and could not abandon the life of a student in a short time.

There is still one day left before the deadline Dumbledore proposed. Let's wait and see.

"Albus..."

Fontana's voice was full of expectation: "Can the relatives of Crabbe you mentioned arrive in time, or can he make a rational decision after seeing Crabbe's current miserable condition? The Magical Congress of the United States and the Board of Directors have already raised doubts. Ilvermorny will prepare for the start of school two weeks in advance. We don't have much time..."

"I don't know the specific situation."

Dumbledore's words made the junior principal nervous. He turned his head and looked at the student who was sipping ice cream: "Loren is in charge of the contact. Loren, is there any response from there?"

Loren drew a breath He wiped his mouth with a tissue: "I didn't contact Mr. Malfoy directly. It was Draco who conveyed the message. Mr. Malfoy clearly expressed his opposition to Voldemort, but their current base has set up a Fidelius Charm, and the specific location cannot be disclosed. The secret keeper may be Rodolphus Lestrange or Bellatrix Lestrange. She hasn't appeared for two months."

"What about the snake tree?"

"He has conveyed it to Mr. Crabbe."

"Is that so? Let's wait and see."

"..."

Fontana nodded slightly thoughtfully, as if he had learned something.

Hermione also lowered her head with a thoughtful expression, with a glimmer in her eyes. Compared with potions and alchemy, which are not understood, the old headmaster's methods are more thought-provoking. Careful thinking can catch a few threads. The more you think about it, the more cunning and inspiring it feels.

...

The summer night flows inside the spacious manor.

A blood-red glow shone on the fence outside the courtyard wall. Detection and warning magics densely covered every inch of bricks and stones. Only a few entrances and gates had breakpoints. Guards were set up in those places, and some marginal Death Eaters hid in inconspicuous tool sheds and security booths.

There were also patrols of Rabastan Lestrange.

This was the new temporary residence of the Death Eaters, a spacious manor in the suburbs of New York.

Since the announcement of the upcoming attack on Harry Potter, Rodolphus was extremely excited, thinking that he finally had the opportunity to play his role, and immediately added a series of security measures, claiming that this was to prevent leaks.

The originally vague vigilance became stricter, and the Death Eaters who were responsible for standing guard had complaints, but they did not have the courage to complain to Voldemort, and the core Death Eaters with status would not participate in these tedious tasks, so Rodolphus's measures were implemented.

They are all boring jobs. All the Death Eaters secretly pray that Muggle thieves without eyes will really sneak in to add some fun to the boring and long night. If they really encounter Muggles breaking in, how many times will they live in the future? It’s fun every day, and there are such people at the front-end Brooklyn station.

To keep the fun going, Rodolphus even forbade anyone to cast the Unforgivable Curse.

Old Crabbe and Old Goyle were among the guards. Although they were senior Death Eaters, after their defeat sixteen years ago, they escaped from trial and did not serve time in Azkaban. They were ashamed of those The colleagues serving the sentence have not found any trace of the Dark Lord in sixteen years, so they are ashamed of the Dark Lord, and it is their turn to do this hard work.

The two were assigned to a security booth at the side entrance, one responsible for the first half of the night and the other for the second half of the night.

At midnight, Old Gower came to the security booth a few minutes early, preparing to replace Old Crabbe. They were all old friends. The handover was completed quickly, but what happened next made Old Gower a little puzzled. Old Crabbe didn't come back. Instead of sleeping in the house, he was preparing to go out.

"Are you going out so late?"

Old Crabbe paused and said, "Yeah, it's too uncomfortable to hold in here, so I plan to go out and have some fun."

"Have some fun..."

Old Gore grinned and had no excuse to doubt his old friend. He continued to ask with a smile: "Why didn't you go in the first half of the night? Anyway, you are the only one here. No one knows when you go out?"

"Brother Lestrange is leading patrols and sometimes comes over to say hello. I can't leave for too long."

"It's the Lestrange brothers again!" Old Goyle became angry when he mentioned this. "He just squatted in Azkaban for more than ten years and now he is riding on our necks. A family of brainless lunatics, even my wife can see it." Let’s see how long he can laugh.”

"Don't say this in front of him."

"I'm not stupid."

Old Crabbe was silent for a moment, looking at this old friend he had known since school days with a complicated expression: "Really, sometimes I think we are quite stupid."

"It's just that my reaction is a bit slow and my brain can't turn around. I'm not stupid." Old Gower was very stubborn about this issue. "People always said that when I was in Hogwarts. No one said that after the third grade. , you still remember why, because we are bigger than the seventh graders, and anyone who dares to say that will be blocked in the bathroom and beaten by the two of us. After graduation, he joins the Death Eaters to serve the Dark Lord, and no one dares to say that. ”

"Join the Death Eaters and serve the Dark Lord..."

Old Crabbe murmured these words.

"Okay, go ahead and play. If you have anything interesting, bring me a copy."

"Then I'm leaving..."

Old Crabbe walked out of the side door and walked a short distance away. He was surrounded by desert and he didn't know where he was. He just stared at the dim night, thought for a moment, took out his wand, and turned back to the security booth:

"I suddenly remembered that there is still something important that I haven't done yet."

"What's important?"

"【Everything is forgotten】"

Seeing the eyes of old Gower in front of him gradually become unfocused and his expression slowly becoming dull, old Crabbe narrowed his eyes and seemed to have returned to his student days, where he saw his greedy, lazy and grumpy accomplice.

Even if he saw himself approaching with a wand, he had no defense.

Those classmates were right, this guy is stupid.

He himself was a fool, and he was only smart for once tonight.

The burly and muscular figure turned and walked out of the side door. Perhaps because he was no longer young, his back was a little stooped, but his steps were still firm, and he gradually disappeared into the dim night.

Behind the window of the room on the second floor, Lucius glanced at the drunken Lestrange brothers, his expression was calm, and there was no wave in his eyes.

When I was young, I received the traditional education of the Malfoy family. There are no permanent friends and no permanent enemies. There are only eternal interests. Interests are the unbreakable bond between people. The reason why the Malfoy family has existed for so long is that it can bring benefits to the most people most of the time.

The Gower family and the Crabbe family will not take the initiative to bring benefits to others, but they are stupid enough to be easily incited by others and easy to follow the orders of others, so their existence itself can bring benefits to other smart people, so those Smart people keep these families alive.

Old Crabbe inherited the traditional virtue of the Crabbe family - stupidity.

Lucius had gathered with them when he was a student, and gained a lot of benefits by inciting the two big men.

Later, he joined the Death Eaters and supported the Dark Lord. In the circle of Death Eaters, he once raised his status by inciting Crabbe and Goyle. However, Lucius always adhered to the principle of exchange of interests. The two stupid guys will also be rewarded when appropriate.

Otherwise, with their abilities, how could they have survived the last Wizarding War, and how could they have escaped justice in the subsequent reckoning?

Lucius has been pursuing this principle for a long time in the past few decades. Later, when he had his own family and children, Lucius gradually realized that there were stronger bonds than interests, which were between his wife, son and himself.

He knew very well that although old Crabbe was stupid and bad, there was also such a bond in him.

All it takes is a little fiddling and things will develop in the desired direction.

Besides, this is not deception.

Lucius picked up the goblet and drank it all in one gulp, then fell drunk next to Rodolphus, completely unconscious.

…

Massachusetts, the top of Greylock Mountain.

Loren woke up in the teacher's dormitory. The balcony was filled with bright morning light. The air was cool and moist. There were unknown birds chirping outside. A set of Ilvermorny school uniforms was placed on the bed.

After changing his clothes and tying the Gordian knot, Loren looked in the mirror. His handsome face was very suitable for being placed in the school history museum.

When he walked out of the room, Hermione had also woken up. She was wearing a cranberry red school uniform, which made her pretty face more beautiful. Her lively eyes were shining. She was standing at the corner of the corridor reading the text under the portrait.

"Baji."

"..."

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing."

Hermione was a little helpless. She raised her hand to wipe the saliva on her cheek, which still had the fresh smell of toothpaste foam.

"What are you reading?"

Loren's voice was brisk. He put his hands on her shoulders and leaned over to browse the text under the portrait. It recorded the life of an 18th-century wizard who established a shelter during the War of Independence, so that many wizards were not involved in the war.

"Died of electrocution while repairing a light bulb with bare hands, at the age of 99.

"Emm..."

Loren's expression was a little complicated. It happened that the wizard in the portrait woke up from his sleep. Hearing his sighing tone, he immediately stared at him with wide eyes. He had been ridiculed many times.

Hermione hurriedly pulled him away.

More than ten minutes later, Hermione took Loren and walked into the side hall of the auditorium.

Familiar figures sat around the dining table. The hot breakfast was already set, but there was no Pukki waiter around, which always felt a little empty.

Hermione was a little surprised and sat on the right side: "Professor Fontana, are the Pukkis on vacation?"

"They have other things to do. "Fontana turned his head and saw the two people in school uniforms. His eyes lit up and his smile became more gentle.

Nancy and Pickley found that their Gordian knots were not standard enough, and whispered to them to adjust them. Snape, who was next to him, smiled when he found that a certain headmaster was silent and looked at the two of them silently.

Dumbledore was silent for a while, and asked calmly: "Loren, can you move freely in Ilvermorny?"

"Can...right?" Loren was a little unsure of the headmaster's meaning.

"Then this task can only be given to it." Dumbledore paused, raised his voice slightly and called, "Fawkes."

"Squeak."

Accompanied by a clear cry, a flame jumped out of thin air, and Fawkes with gorgeous feathers appeared from the flames and slowly landed on Dumbledore's shoulder.

Dumbledore stroked its beak: "A guest has arrived on the mountainside, bring him up. "

A brilliant flame rose up, and the phoenix disappeared on the spot.

Pickley and Nancy, who were standing next to him, were stunned, their eyes sparkling.

Fontana opened his mouth, wanting to say something but stopping himself.