Chapter 142 Dumbledore’s Visit
"Occlumency!" Loren exclaimed, "You learned it so quickly?"
He saw that Harry hadn't mastered Occlumency after studying for a year, so he thought Occlumency was difficult, but Hermione mastered it the first time.
Hiss, could it be that Harry is too simple-minded?
"No." Hermione explained helplessly, "Your Legilimency failed, and the spell was interrupted in the middle."
In order for Loren to learn Legilimency as soon as possible, she had no intention of resisting. Instead, she cooperated very well and actively immersed herself in that state so that Loren could check her memory.
Loren smoothed his sleeves and said, "Then let's continue."
Practicing the Patronus Charm and Memory Magic in the morning, and reviewing the content of the previous school year in the afternoon, Loren spent a painful but fulfilling day under Hermione's supervision.
As the sun set, Bates, who had returned from completing the property rights formalities, walked Hermione to the door and once again tried to persuade her: "Are you really not going to have dinner at our house?"
"No, no, I have to have dinner with my parents." Hermione waved her hands in panic and refused. There was a faint blush on her cheeks, which was not obvious under the afterglow of the sunset.
She ate mutton noodles in the morning, and for lunch, she had the unique "mutton soup rice pudding" in Loren's mouth. I was so full both times that I couldn’t eat dinner like this again.
Hermione, Hermione, you can never be like this again.
The girl shook her head and quickly returned to her home.
Bates watched Hermione's back disappear with a smile, closed the door, looked at Loren lying on the sofa like a dead fish, and sighed sadly.
…
boom!
Bang bang!
There was a knock on the door, and Loren woke up from his sleep, his head still confused. He managed to open his eyes and vaguely recognized the pointer on the alarm clock on the window sill: 7:30.
"Grandpa Bates, if the house is not on fire, then let me sleep a little longer." Loren shouted weakly at the top of his voice.
"Loren! It's me, Hermione! Get up and practice the Patronus Charm!" Hermione's clear voice came from outside the door.
"Ah!" Loren groaned weakly and sat up from the bed.
What kind of nightmare is this? Yesterday, it was still waiting for me downstairs, and today it raided my bedroom directly.
He shook his head and got out of bed, dragging his soulless body towards the door. He opened the door and saw Hermione standing in front of the door happily.
"It's too early! If I remember correctly, Wendell and Monica should still be having breakfast at this time." Loren strongly complained about this behavior that prevented him from sleeping.
"Yes, I eat breakfast faster than them." Hermione took out the schedule again, compared the words on it, and began to arrange today's study plan, "Your progress on the Patronus Charm is a bit slow, we You should spend more time on the Patronus Charm, and then..."
Loren's eyes started to darken again. He passed Hermione and walked downstairs. When he got downstairs, he looked around, but he didn't see Grandpa Bates. He asked doubtfully: "Where is Grandpa Bates?"
"We will review Transfiguration and Potions in the afternoon——"
Hearing the question, Hermione stopped her arrangements, raised her head and replied, "Grandpa Bates said he was going to deal with banks and funds today."
Let me look after you...
Hermione didn't say the rest of the sentence.
Unfortunately, today was another day dominated and tortured by Hermione... Loren felt heartbroken secretly, and his vision went black.
Listening to Hermione's strict and rigorous study plan, I washed and brushed my teeth mechanically, lit the fire, made baked beans with tomato sauce using canned beans, fried bacon with eggs and slices of bread, and made a simple breakfast.
Divide it into two portions, one large and one small, and put it on the plate. He handed the small portion to Hermione and started eating by himself.
"I, I..." Hermione held the plate, and the alluring aroma of the food kept entering her nose and moving her mouth. The gluttons in her stomach and brain kept shouting, but the words of rejection could not be uttered on her lips.
She silently added another breakfast and once again ate until her belly was bulging.
Hermione, Hermione, you can't do this again tomorrow...
On the sofa in the living room, Hermione sat upright with her chest and back straight, looking straight into Loren's eyes in front of her, immersed in the charming blue color.
Some kind of invisible bond connects the two people, and the content of the memory is transmitted through the bond.
Suddenly, Hermione's sitting posture relaxed, as if the invisible ties pulling her were broken.
"How was it, how much did you see this time?" Hermione asked curiously, she was very interested in how Legilimency worked.
Loren frowned and said uncertainly: "I seem to have seen you when you were a child, but there were only a few flashes of it."
It was disconnected before the check started yesterday, and today I can already see scattered pictures. Voldemort has to praise him when he comes. Loren has the talent to become a master of Legilimency, which is very suitable for playing with people's hearts.
But neither Loren nor Hermione were satisfied. Hermione said with a serious expression: "It still failed. It couldn't even reach the first stage."
"From the information you summarized, the subsequent stage of Legilimency is to find the content you need from the other party's memory, to detect the other party's emotions, and even to read the other party's thoughts like mind reading."
Loren marveled at Hermione's ability to recite information, and suddenly an idea came to his mind: "You memorize the information, and I will read your memory. In this way, can I also recite the information?"
"Stop dreaming." Hermione rolled her eyes at him slightly: "Go on, let's practice as soon as possible. After you master Legilimency, I will start practicing Occlumency."
The morning was spent on Patronus Charm and Memory Magic, and in the afternoon they continued to review the content of the previous school year. According to Hermione's plan, they would spend a week reviewing, and would review it from time to time.
Although Loren did not accept Hermione's memorization review method and fished in his own way, he still kept up with the progress.
Once again, the golden afterglow of the sunset gave everything in sight a shimmering coat of gold. Under Bates's scolding, Loren had to send Hermione back to Granger's house.
Both of them felt at first that since it was such a short distance, you were welcome and they didn't need to worry about false politeness.
But when we actually set out on this trail together, it seemed like a good idea.
Without saying a word, they had already said a lot during the whole day's study. Bathed in such light, both of them enjoyed this short journey, enjoying the quiet time without exchanging magic or talking about spells.
Unknowingly, the two of them arrived at the door of Granger's house.
Loren raised his head, feeling that he should say something, but any words seemed insignificant. Finally, he smiled brightly: "The sunset is nice today."
"Yes, very beautiful." Hermione also smiled.
This kind of life would be better without that strict study plan, Loren hummed a little tune and walked back.
As the sky gradually dimmed, he walked through the deserted streets and returned to his house.
As soon as he turned his head, he saw Dumbledore standing in front of the mailbox in front of the door.
Dumbledore was wearing a white thin cloth robe, with a beard that was neatly combed than his hair hanging down from his chest, and was standing in front of the mailbox waiting for him.
Loren's face showed a look of surprise, "Principal Dumbledore!"
"Today's sunset is beautiful, and the moon will be beautiful, too, isn't it?" Dumbledore said with a smile.
Ignoring the ridicule in this sentence, Loren calculated that tonight was the night of the full moon, and he almost got busy.
He opened the door quickly, pulled the person in, and shouted loudly as soon as he entered the living room: "Grandpa Bates, the Principal Dumbledore I told you is here!"
After a lively introduction and greeting, the three of them sat on the sofa in the living room.
"Grandpa Bates, Principal Dumbledore is here to treat werewolf disease."
Loren introduced it with excitement and excitement, speaking several times faster than usual, "A simple magic ritual will prevent you from transforming again for several years."
Bates always thought that as he was almost 80 years old, he no longer cared about whether the disease could be cured, but when hope actually appeared in front of him, his heart was still full of nervousness and excitement.
He sat upright and neatly on the sofa, holding his hands on his knees and rubbing them constantly, with a forced smile on his face, "Yes, really?"
Seeing Grandpa Bates like this, Loren felt amused. He lowered his head and poured tea for the two old men, leaving the situation to Dumbledore to control.
"Yes, don't be nervous, just use a simple magic ritual, we have already had a successful case." Dumbledore had a kind smile on his face.
"Before that, we need to relax." Dumbledore said in a soft tone.
"Oh, relax, relax, I know." Bates's hands were still rubbing his knees.
"Let's chat." Dumbledore looked into Bates's eyes with sincerity. "I heard that you met an interesting wizard during your travels. How about we chat about this?"
When it comes to familiar topics, Bates is no longer so nervous and his voice becomes cheerful: "Haha, I was..."
Loren, who had been studying Legilimency in depth these past two days, noticed a strange fluctuation, which was transmitted from Dumbledore to Grandpa Bates, and soon back to Dumbledore.
"...He also taught me how to smile more charmingly, hahaha, you wizards are all different from what I thought -"
Bates's voice gradually became softer and slower, then he closed his eyes, fell down on the sofa, and fell into a deep sleep.
"The old wizard's little skills, a little soul guidance, can't even be considered a coma spell." Dumbledore winked at Loren, "But you can rest assured, his memory has not been lost or tampered with."
Loren grinned.
Dumbledore brought the materials needed for the ritual, and Bates was not troubled by Nagini. When the full moon emerged from the clouds, they quickly completed the ritual and the humanoid restoration spell.
Loren put the unconscious Bates on the sofa and returned to the courtyard to watch the moon with Dumbledore.
The courtyard was still bare, and the white moonlight shone directly on the soil, revealing a different scenery.
The two sat on the stone bench, feeling the cool evening breeze of the midsummer night bringing the fragrance of vegetation from a distance, then passing them and blowing farther away.
"Want to go next door to see Hermione and her parents? It's very close. Hermione will be very happy for your home visit." Loren said happily, swinging his calves.
The things that had been weighing on him from the beginning finally came to an end, and his whole heart felt lighter than ever before.
Dumbledore shook his head: "Don't worry, I believe there will be many opportunities to meet in the future, and as the principal, I still have a lot to do."
Loren didn't believe it: "Isn't Hogwarts supported by Vice Principal McGonagall? What are you going to do?"
Dumbledore laughed and laughed for a while: "It was Minerva who proposed the independent jurisdiction of Hogwarts. At the school board meeting, she ruthlessly picked out the ideas of some dark wizards and Death Eaters. . The Ministry of Magic also wanted to take advantage of the opportunity to gain benefits, and various forces added fuel to the flames and launched a large-scale investigation."
"The Ministry of Magic began to search for prohibited items, mainly dark magic items. Hogwarts Castle and pure-blood families were included in the investigation. Even families like Malfoy could not avoid it. Draco's father wanted to get a transfer It took a lot of time to get rid of the prohibited items.”
"Minerva has won a compromise between the Ministry of Magic and the School Board. If there are no problems in Hogwarts, but some people on the School Board are not so clean, Hogwarts' autonomy will be extremely legitimate."
"In order to prepare for the Ministry of Magic's raid, I cannot leave Hogwarts Castle for too long." Although he said this, Dumbledore did not show any nervousness. "Although there are many secrets hidden in the castle, I don't think they What can be found out, but Minerva doesn't want any surprises."
"You see, what was originally a simple thing has become complicated because of interests. Hogwarts wants to be independent, the School Board wants greater authority, and the Ministry of Magic, the Ministry of Magic wants greater power."
Dumbledore sighed and patted Loren on the shoulder, conveying encouragement, "Minerva will be a very accomplished headmaster in the future."
I'm just a first-year student, why are you telling me in such detail... Although Loren was confused, he didn't ask.
Loren ignored the topic of power and interests and instead asked his magic mirror: "Principal, can you help me ask about the unicorn horn? What did Hagrid say? Is there any hope?"
Dumbledore shook his head: "Unicorns regard their horns as very important, just like human heads. No one wants their heads to be used as materials."
"I also asked Hagrid, and he asked me to advise you, unless you want to be resented by the unicorn tribe, don't try to kill their horns."
Loren was a little discouraged and seemed to have to think of other solutions.
"but--"
Dumbledore's twist gave him hope again, "You can go to Muggle Windsor Castle to find out."
"Muggles? How can Muggles be related to unicorns?" Loren asked.
"If you live for a long time, you will naturally know some secret information, and Muggles are not weak creatures."
Loren wanted to ask more details, but Dumbledore said no more. He stood up, smoothed his robes, and winked at Loren: "Seeing how you and Miss Granger are studying, I believe you will be very fast." You can learn the Patronus Charm."
"I have to go back. Let's see you when school starts."
After saying that, the figure disappeared from the place with a "Peng" sound.