Chapter 158 A Glimpse of a Corner of the World

Back at Hampstead Suburban Gardens, Bates and Wendell went to rest.

In the children's study room of the Granger family, Hermione slapped a tome on the table: "I finally know what happened in Azkaban that day!"

"The bound volume of the Daily Prophet...the latest edition?" Loren read out the name of this tome.

"I found it from Flourish and Blotts. It reports on what happened in Azkaban."

Hermione quickly turned the book to the last few pages: "Look here, three werewolves including Fenrir Greyback attacked Azkaban and were repelled by Aurors. Except for Fenrir Greyback, the other two were People were arrested on the spot.”

"Greyback is a ferocious werewolf. He not only attacks people during the full moon, but also takes pleasure in doing so when he is conscious. Around 1965, an attack resulted in the death of two Muggle children. Grayback Crosby was taken to the Ministry of Magic for questioning. Due to the inadequacy and lack of maintenance of the Werewolf Register, the Ministry was unaware that Greyback was a werewolf."

"Greyback disguised himself as a Muggle tramp, escaped justice, and exacted revenge on Lyle Lupine, an expert on non-human phenomena who nearly exposed him, with serious consequences."

"During the First Wizarding War, he gathered an army of werewolves and committed many major crimes. He disappeared after the Dark Lord was defeated. This is his first appearance since then."

"We have reason to believe that it was due to the malfeasance and negligence of the previous Ministry of Magic officials that Greyback was at large. Under the leadership of the current Minister of Magic, Cornelius Fudge—"

What was written at the back... As Hermione read, she realized something was wrong. She quickly glanced at the back and saw that it was all this kind of useless praise.

She simply stopped reading, patted the newspaper with her little hand, and said with certainty: "They must be trying to rescue a certain prisoner!"

"It is not difficult to see from the reports above that Greyback is a ruthless criminal. Who is worth the risk of breaking into Azkaban?" Loren scratched his head and looked at the reports above, unable to find anything useful. clues.

He couldn't remember this part of the plot at all, but he was still quite concerned about it.

"Perhaps someone else hired them," Hermione turned a few more pages. "Dolores Umbridge, Deputy Director of the Department of Legal Enforcement of the Ministry of Magic, has drafted the Anti-Werewolf Bill, which is under review. It is planned to be implemented in 1993."

Hermione frowned: "This will push both neutral and friendly groups of werewolves to the margins of society, and will only make werewolves more harmful. Dumbledore will not let such a bill pass."

Although she is still young, the little witch has already shown extraordinary political sensitivity.

"This review should not be a Wizengamot review. Werewolves originally had a bad reputation. Now that this incident has occurred, the officials of the Ministry of Magic do not want to be scolded for dereliction of duty like the previous one. There is a high possibility that the bill will be passed."

Loren had some impression of this matter. Lupine could have managed to survive, but as a result of the implementation of the "Anti-Werewolf Act", he was completely deprived of food and was picked up by Dumbledore as a Defense Against the Dark Arts professor.

And then Hogwarts has the best Defense Against the Dark Arts professor in years.

"Fortunately, Grandpa Bates's werewolf disease has been cured. No, fortunately he is not a wizard. He does not have to survive in the magical world."

Listening to Loren's words of joy, Hermione thought quietly for a while. Grandpa Bates was kind and lucky, but what about the unfortunate werewolves in the magical world who were infected by innocent people? What should they do?

Why doesn't anyone listen to their situation and think about them?

She asked softly: "Loren, can your method of treating werewolf disease be promoted?"

"The materials required for the ceremony are not cheap, and no one will pay for it. And only Dumbledore can cast the humanoid restoration spell. If we treat them one by one, Dumbledore doesn't have to do anything else." Loren shook his head.

"There is no way to cure this disease. When the last one is cured, the first one may relapse and have to do it all over again. The most important thing is that Nico is gone. The magic power of the magic stone is no longer infinite, and there is no way to treat werewolves indefinitely. "

He discovered this accidentally recently. In the past, when he held the Philosopher's Stone, he could feel Nico's will contained in it. Soon after Flamel was upgraded, that will dissipated.

According to Flamel, the magic power will gradually dissipate, and the magic stone will eventually turn into an ordinary stone. Therefore, over the long years, no magic stone has been handed down.

"The final version of Wolfsbane potion has been finalized, but few werewolves can afford it."

Hermione's fingers unconsciously traced the letters of the "Anti-Werewolf Act", circle and circle.

It turns out that the magic world is not only filled with wonderful miracles, and wizards don't just explore the mysteries of magic. For the first time, Hermione saw the cruelty of the wizarding world and the cruelty of wizarding society.

This is more bloody and cruel than modern Muggle society. Because the social structure is simple and personnel have a clear division of labor, any bill is heavy and clearly directed towards the goal.

Those people were beaten until they were unable to fight back, and no one would sympathize with them because they were not considered human beings.

Hermione's bright eyes dimmed, and what she was thinking was written on her face.

Loren didn't intend to persuade anything, this was the light in Hermione's heart. She just sympathized with the weak, was willing to speak out against injustice, and wanted to make the world a better place.

Some people say she is nosy, some think she is impractical, some think she is a saintly person, but——

This is wonderful Hermione.

…

Back home, Loren saw Bates lying on the sofa, snoring loudly.

Although it wasn't too cold now, just to be on the safe side, Loren still took a blanket and put it on Bates' belly.

Bates felt the movement on his body, opened his eyes vaguely, and hummed: "Loren...the eight-eyed spider Hagrid said is really cute. Can you raise one for me to see?"

Loren:…

He moved the blanket up and said softly: "If you have a chance, you can sleep. You can see it when you fall asleep."

"Hey, wizard's pets are so magical too." Bates fell asleep again.

Loren went upstairs in silence, wondering whether he should keep Bates away from Hagrid next time.

The bedroom door was locked from the inside, the curtains were drawn, and the room was plunged into darkness. Only turning on a lamp on the table, he took out the contents of his sleeves and placed them on the table.

Crystal blue light lit up from his eyes, illuminating the rich black color surging on the diary. He had seen this black color on Harry's scar and on the back of Quirrell's head.

Loren looked at the diary quietly, recalling the feelings of attacking and defending with Hermione, and constructed a defense in his mind. He recalled his recent state of mind, thinking that he had no emotions that could be provoked, and then cautiously reached out and opened the diary.

It is a normal-sized 16-karat notebook. The faded date on the black cover indicates that it is from 50 years ago. There are no traces on the paper. The paper has turned yellow due to the passage of time, and there are even some traces of dry water.

On the first page, in blurred ink, read: T.M. Riddle. After the ink was wetted with water, it became a blur, and the words Tom on the front were no longer clear. At this time, Tom was still a student at Hogwarts, and Voldemort was not yet called Voldemort.

The next page is blank, except for the name of a newsagent in Vauxhall Road, London, printed on the back cover of the last page.

If you are pursuing safety, you should seal the notebook at this time and hand it to Professor Dumbledore after school starts.

But he was a Gryffindor after all, and the conversation he had just had with Hermione about the werewolf issue made Loren not so calm. Moreover, this was the first time he faced Voldemort who could communicate normally.

Driven by some special impulse, he maintained the Occlumency in his mind, took out the pen from the pen holder on the desk, and wrote in his diary:

‘With your intelligence, you can’t fail to see that wizards are not capable of ruling Muggle society for a long time. Fear and massacre are not the answer in the magical world. What do you think about the future of wizarding society. ’

After writing this sentence, the crystal blue in Loren's eyes suddenly brightened, and a cold breath penetrated from his eyes to his mind.

In an instant, Loren woke up, feeling horrified. Just now, quietly, he was aroused by Voldemort. The diary used the remaining emotions from his discussion with Hermione to connect these emotions with the memory of Voldemort, prompting him to express his thoughts on paper.

Fortunately, even though he was very shocked, with the help of the cool breath in his head, he still maintained his composure and was not deceived again.

The ink on the diary was quickly absorbed by the paper, and even the impression made by the pen tip became flat. A line of text appeared on the diary:

'It's an honor to speak with you, Loren_'

The writing on it was blurred for a moment, as if something surprising had happened, and then 'Morgan' slowly emerged. ’

He did not introduce himself, but his name appeared in the diary.

Sure enough, even the memory was checked. As expected of the most brilliant Legilimency master, Loren had no sense of the Occlumency he thought he had in his mind.

Loren looked at the writing on it calmly, constantly testing his ability to control his body, wiggling his toes and twitching his fingers slightly to control his breathing rate.

After confirming that he was not controlled, he felt a little relieved.

When he looked at himself, the notebook quickly trembled, and the ink on it oozed out irregularly, as if out of control.

The black ink was mixed with a large amount of blood, and it quickly stained the entire diary.

Invisible flames ignited the diary, and the pages were curled up by the high temperature, turned into black ashes, and dissipated in the air.

The diary burned one-third of its thickness. Just when Loren thought the Horcrux was about to be destroyed, a gust of wind blew from the room without any source, causing the papers in the diary to flip over and over again. Sound.

When it was halfway through, the entire diary cracked into two halves, and the front part was quickly burned into black ashes and dissipated.

The remaining half of the diary looked in a very messy state, with blood covering the paper and the yellowed pages dyed bright red.

Even so, the diary was not completely freed from the invisible flames. The corners of the first piece of paper on the remaining half of the diary were still gradually turning black and turning into ashes.

It seems that the flame left a spark, and it seems that it is only a matter of time before it reignites again, and very soon.

Loren watched this scene calmly on the spot. He probably guessed that the diary was trying to commit suicide. He saw the contents of the "Book of Abraham" and might have seen Mary.

I didn't expect the curse to come so quickly and so violently.

As if he was gasping for breath, after a while, when only half of the page on the diary was burned, another line of dark writing appeared on the bright red background.

‘My sincere apologies to you, descendants of Morgan, sages of the new era. ’

In the slightly distorted space, the page turned into ashes and disappeared.

Before Loren could think about what this sentence meant, new handwriting appeared on the second page.

'Before I deserve the destruction that comes with a disrespectful offense, allow me to tell you something. ’

'You are destined to become people like me. We will lead the times. Whether we support pure blood or protect Muggles, it is just a wave of the tide. ’

‘Wizards master magic and are destined to rule Muggles. Wizards will lead the entire human civilization toward a more glorious era. ’

‘And there are also differences between wizards. Some people are born more noble, I am like this, and so are you. ’

‘Join me and I will lead you to the path of eternal life and become a god. ’

The diary seemed to be communicating with Loren, and seemed to be talking to itself. Page after page of paper was burned, and the handwriting appeared line by line.

'Only by becoming a god can you make rules and maintain peace between wizards and Muggles. ’

'Don't guess, Horcruxes are just an attempt, the real magic is not in books. ’

‘Find me, join me. ’

‘Morgan, should shine throughout history! ’

After writing this in the diary, the remaining half of the pages burned instantly, and the paper instantly turned into ashes and gradually drifted away. A black spiritual light sprang up from the ashes and crashed out of the window.

Loren rushed to the window and opened the curtains. He could no longer see anything strange in his field of vision. He looked anxious and immediately wanted to contact Dumbledore.

"Calm down!" Flamel walked out of the book of fantasy. "That is just a memory, and most of its main consciousness has been burned. The curse will follow it and keep consuming it. When it returns to Voldemort, it will only be left behind. Here’s a line of writing that just appeared in the diary.”

Loren breathed a sigh of relief when he heard this. He was just talking in his diary and it shouldn't affect the principal's plan.

"I was too arrogant. I thought I had learned Occlumency, but I was aroused by others' emotions and checked my memories. I didn't notice it at all." Loren closed his eyes. He was protected by Dumbledore all the way. Not realizing the terror of the Dark Lord at all.

How could he be the most powerful dark wizard who could create an entire dark age? How could he be able to deal with it now?

Weakness is not the fault, arrogance is.

Flamel walked to Loren and looked out the window with him: "It is also arrogant. If it is not self-righteously checking your memory, it will not attract a curse."

Loren also didn't expect Abraham's curse to be so powerful. Horcruxes that could only be destroyed by fire and basilisk fangs were instantly reduced to ashes.

The endless sky showed clear colors, white clouds drifted, and the gray dogs changed again and again. The wind from the wilderness blew into the house, making the curtains flutter.

The black hair on Loren's forehead danced like a dragon in the wind, and the crystal blue light converged from his eyes. This magical world of magic seems to have just opened a corner of the curtain to him:

“Now, I want to know what it means by those ‘sages’ and ‘gods’? "