The days of hanging out at Hogwarts

The next morning, the snow had not yet melted, and white clouds filled the sky, neither dark nor clear.

Loren's pear jelly melted again, four times already.

The black peel is covered with a layer of white frost, and the pears are as hard as iron balls. After thawing in a basin of water, the pears become soft and their skin resembles a layer of moistened parchment.

Loren took Lili out of the dormitory.

In the lounge, the twins confronted Percy across a bench.

"Percy, as a prefect, I order you not to pursue him any more." George pointed to the prefect badge on his chest and said confidently.

"That's right, if you chase us again, your points will be deducted!"

Fred next to him had his hands on his chest, his chin facing Percy, and his expression was arrogant.

Last night, the twin brothers took advantage of Percy's fatigue and relaxed vigilance to take away his prefect badge. I couldn't wait to show off in front of Percy early in the morning, and I was so good at it.

"Give! The badge! Return it to me!"

Percy's eyebrows shot up, he stared angrily at George, and leapt across the bench at the two guys.

"Points deducted! Points deducted!"

The twins ran around screaming, both sides running around Gryffindor Tower.

Loren left some pears in the lounge for them to eat when they got tired of playing catch-up.

He only took three of them to the auditorium. He planned to eat some breakfast to fill his stomach and try the taste of pears this time.

Christmas is over and the Christmas decorations all over the castle are gradually being taken down. There were a lot fewer ribbons in the corridor and no longer glowed. The Christmas tree in the auditorium was still there, but the candles on it had been removed.

The end of the Christmas banquet marked the official start of the holiday. More and more students stayed in bed, and the halls were sparsely populated.

There are only a few people who eat breakfast on time. More people choose to sleep a little longer and deal with breakfast casually, or go to the kitchen to get their own food, and use the extra time to enjoy the holiday.

Hufflepuff has the easiest access to the kitchen, but at the long table of the four houses, Hufflepuff has the most breakfast. Badgers never miss breakfast and enjoy every moment of their lives.

Putting the pears on the plate, Loren was patient and filled her belly with pumpkin porridge and jam bread.

The slightly hot pumpkin porridge warmed up the whole person. After eating the bread, Loren felt his stomach felt much more at ease.

After scraping the last bit of porridge from the bottom of the bowl into his stomach, Loren exhaled a breath of hot breath comfortably from his throat. Then he began to enjoy the fruits of this time. He pulled off the plow handle, carefully tore open the peel, put his mouth up to suck the juice of the frozen pear, and swallowed the pulp together. It was so sweet.

Loren breathed out air-conditioning this time, savoring the sweetness just now and smacking his lips in satisfaction. Eating like this is really unhealthy, but it’s also really fun.

Dumbledore didn't know when he sat next to him and watched Loren enjoying the delicious food. He felt that the Sorting Hat was right and Loren was indeed suitable for Hufflepuff.

"It's probably a little embarrassing to say."

Dumbledore's gentle voice sounded, and Loren raised his head, only to notice that there was someone else beside him.

Meeting Loren's gaze, Dumbledore said embarrassedly without any embarrassment on his face: "You know, sweet food always makes people like it." After speaking, he blinked and looked at Loren expectantly.

"Here, give it." Loren pushed the pear in front of Dumbledore with a disgusted expression. He couldn't stand this man. His beard could almost be used as a broom, and he was still pretending to be a child.

Dumbledore happily left with two frozen pears. Before leaving, he said, "Pack your things and come to my office later. We are going to the Black Forest to fulfill the prophecy."

It seems that the conversation with Riko is the focus this time, and the prophecy is just a trivial incident.

Yes, Dumbledore knows his priorities.

On the way back to his dormitory, Loren began to review the memories of Professor Trelawney's prophecy in his mind.

Predicting the death of Harry's family, predicting the death of Dumbledore...

Hiss, Loren took a breath of cold air, one of these prophets died one by one, why did the king of hell call him by name?

After being nervous for a while, Loren returned to the lounge and remembered that he was with Dumbledore. There was nothing to worry about. This was Dumbledore.

Dumbledore and I, we are two strong thieves.

He went back to the dormitory, packed his things, said goodbye to Ron briefly and left.

Watching Loren walk out of the lounge, Ron sighed, dropped the black stone, picked up a white stone and put it into his mouth: "Busy, you are all busy, it's better to be busy."

Sip, take a sip of frozen pear juice, feel as lonely as an empty nester.

When Loren came to the principal's office, Dumbledore was wiping the juice from his beard around his mouth with a handkerchief. There were leftover fruit cores and peels on the plate on the table.

At the table, Fox cocked his buttocks, his tail feathers stood straight up, and his beak sucked the frozen pears on another plate one by one.

Seeing Loren come in, Dumbledore put down his handkerchief and said with a smile: "This is really the sweetest pear I have ever tasted."

Fox also responded "squeaking".

If the prophecy wasn't about him, Loren could sit here and talk to Dumbledore all day about how to freeze pears.

But not now, he was in a hurry, "When will we set off."

"Honestly, it's not easy for someone like me to enter other countries, especially at Christmas, when many people in the Ministry of Magic are on holiday." Dumbledore lowered his head and rummaged for something in the drawer.

"But fortunately, I know some friends who can give us a little help."

There was a rattling and banging sound coming from the drawer. It sounded like things in the whole room were colliding, the cabinet hitting the table, and the table hitting the chair.

"Ha, found it."

Dumbledore bent down and put his whole hand in, half of his body sinking into the drawer, and finally took out a small silver comb, which looked like he used it to comb his beard.

Thinking about how the drawer was trying to put the entire Dumbledore inside, Loren was extremely sure that magic such as the Invisible Stretching Charm must have been used in it. Maybe the space inside was bigger than Hogwarts Castle.

"Let's go." Dumbledore put the comb in the palm of his hand, stretched it out to Loren, and motioned for him to put his hand on it.

The silver comb felt cool when the fingertips touched it.

Before Loren could feel it carefully, he heard Dumbledore say: "Fawkes."

"squeak!"

There seemed to be a hook behind Loren's belly button, and he hooked forward with irresistible momentum, and then he lifted his feet off the ground and flew up. It flew forward like a gust of wind, unable to see anything clearly in front of me.

Loren's hand was tightly attached to the comb, and the comb seemed to have a magnetic force that stuck to her fingers.

It seemed like a moment, and it seemed like a long time passed.

Loren's feet fell heavily to the ground. He was a little unsteady and about to fall to the side. Dumbledore caught him in time.

Loren's hair was messed up by the wind, like a doghouse, and his clothes were askew.

He straightened his robes and looked up to see that Dumbledore still looked neat and tidy, his beard not messy at all.

"Where is this? Is there a black forest ahead?"

Turning around and looking around, they were standing next to a muddy path in the countryside. The moist water vapor was mixed with the smell of soil and grass, and the fragrance was a little earthy. There was a vast forest in front of them.

"Albania, if nothing else happens, it should be here."

Dumbledore took out a black derby hat from somewhere and put it on, it looked like a traditional style from decades ago.

Wearing such a hat on the head of Dumbledore, who is wearing a white robe, has a long white beard and white hair, feels very inconsistent.

"I need a little disguise. You know, being too famous is not a good thing." Dumbledore winked at Loren.

You are lying to yourself. With this beard, eyebrows and hair, who can not recognize that this is the headmaster of Hogwarts, the most famous wizard in the world.

"Whoever exposes you, just take out your wand and give it to him, right?"

"Hahahahaha..." Dumbledore was amused by Loren's statement.

Along with the hearty laughter, his beard shortened rapidly, with some brown color emerging from the roots, and finally turned into a beard that was close to the face, with brown color mixed with some gray. The hair also shrank back and became short, and even the sides of the forehead became somewhat bald.

Finally, Dumbledore patted his white robe again, and the large cloth robe began to shrink, clinging to his body and turning into a double-breasted silver-gray velvet windbreaker, underneath which he wore a pair of suit trousers and wide yellow leather shoes.

This outfit goes well with a derby hat.

Loren opened his mouth in surprise. The old white-robed wizard turned into a young man in his prime.

"You know, I used to be a professor of Transfiguration."

Dumbledore's voice became stronger as he patted Loren on the shoulder and erased the Hogwarts and Gryffindor symbols from his magic robes.

On the muddy road in the countryside, Loren was carrying a suitcase, and Dumbledore was holding Loren's hand and telling him some of his insights about the prophecy.

"It starts with Professor Quirrell..."

Professor Quirrell was originally the Muggle Studies professor at Hogwarts.

"When Quirrell was a student, he was a Ravenclaw with excellent grades. He always felt that he had extraordinary talents, waiting for people to discover..."

Quirrell has the characteristics of Ravenclaw Academy, is smart and good at learning, and he even obtained 12 certificates in the O·W·L examination.

But he still felt that people looked down upon him and always felt that he had extraordinary talents waiting for people to discover. In order to quickly prove his power, he became interested in black magic.

After getting an appointment in the Defense Against the Dark Arts class, he used the name of study tour to look for traces of dark wizards, partly out of curiosity, partly out of his desire for the importance that he had never been noticed.

Finally, Chilo found himself in the Albanian forest.

"I suspect that he was trying to track down Voldemort from the beginning and wanted to learn something from Voldemort." Dumbledore's voice was no longer old, but his tone was filled with helplessness.

Loren knew the rest. Here, Quirrell became Voldemort's servant and was possessed by Voldemort and returned to Hogwarts with the intention of stealing the Philosopher's Stone.

"At first, I just thought he had surrendered to Voldemort. Your reminder made me understand that it was not just that simple."

Voldemort's possession of Quirrell was beyond Dumbledore's expectations and allowed him to make better arrangements and verify some of his conjectures.

Loren carefully recalled the content of the prophecy: The Dark Lord is far away from his forest... His plot... White has anticipated... The black forest is the beginning of the wave... The man of blue and black must go to... the transition between the old and the new. ...desperate souls are crying...the wave is about to start...

"What are the old and new, the desperate souls and the waves?" Loren asked.

"The alternation of old and new may refer to time, before the new year. As for the other two, it is the answer we are looking for during this trip."

While talking, the two came to the door of a hotel on the roadside.

It is a two-story building with a triangular spire. The outside of this house is covered with black stains. You can't even see the store name on the signboard. The dark double iron doors are tightly closed.

Dumbledore pulled Loren and walked straight towards the closed door. A magical scene appeared. The iron door seemed to not exist, and the two of them disappeared through the door.

Loren felt like he was passing through a curtain of water, and there was a feeling of water rushing over his skin.

Completely different from the dilapidated outside, the entrance is a wide hall with white floor tiles, reflecting the bright glass chandelier on the ceiling, illuminating the entire room.

Behind the counter stood a goblin with a fat head and fat ears. He looked like an obese human suffering from dwarfism. His head was about the same size as his body, his narrow nose was like an awl, and his ears were like bat wings.

"Oh, welcome, my dear wizard!"

The goblin's voice was very shrill and harsh, and he spoke words of welcome, but his tone was very uncomfortable.

Dumbledore, in his prime, threw out a bag of galleons and said, "A room."

"Of course!" The fat goblin stretched out his hand behind the counter, and a black key-like pendant flew into his hand.

The entire transaction took less than a minute, and both parties were very smooth and didn't say anything superfluous.

Dumbledore took the key, but instead of looking for the room, he turned around and took Loren out of the hotel.

Hanging the key around Loren's neck, the two of them walked into the forest.

"Pinch the key and shake it, and no matter where you are in Albania, you can return to your hotel room."

Of course Dumbledore didn't need it, this was insurance prepared for Loren in case the two of them got separated in some unexpected situation.

During Dumbledore's introduction, Loren learned something about Albania.

This is a place that is difficult for the Ministry of Magic to take care of. Many dark wizards gather here to trade dark magic items or various things of unknown origin.

Many mysterious events have occurred in Albania throughout history. Legend has it that the forests are home to various dangerous creatures, vampires, werewolves, and evil witches who have lived for centuries.

Students at Hogwarts rumored that Quirrell met a vampire here and was cast an evil curse by a witch, making him timid, stammering, afraid of his own students, and afraid of the subjects he taught.

"This is where Ms. Gray and Bloody Barrow died."

“Honestly, this place has been on my list of travel plans for when I retire.”

Dumbledore in his prime winked at Loren, which was even more difficult to accept than the old, white-haired Dumbledore acting young.

Loren felt like his eyes were being attacked by magic. He resisted the urge to complain and continued to listen to Dumbledore.