Chapter 202 The Sun Also Rises

After waking up, Loren couldn't sleep anymore. He leaned on the head of the four-poster bed and watched the rising sun outside the window.

The stone ball with the Resurrection Stone sealed was turning over and over in his palm. He had the idea of ​​using the Resurrection Stone to summon his parents' souls, but it was just a thought.

This person has passed away. Although he doesn't know what the world of death is like, he doesn't want to disturb the souls of the dead, and he doesn't know what kind of mentality he should face them with.

The red glow changes from light to strong, giving people a sense of warmth on a cold winter day.

Loren still couldn't figure it out. Muggles and wizards were obviously the same species, and they didn't even have reproductive isolation. Just because they didn't know magic, their lives became cheap.

Peter Pettigrew was willing to blow up an entire street to escape, not caring how many Muggles he would kill in doing so.

Sirius Black indirectly killed 12 people, and all he cared about was Peter Pettigrew. Even during ten years in Azkaban, he did not regret his actions at all. If he does it again, he will hunt down Peter Pettigrew at all costs, even if 12 Muggles die.

The most ridiculous thing about the whole thing is that the two culprits survived the incident, but 12 innocent Muggles died on the spot.

House elves were treated as lowly as slaves, but Bigger didn't hesitate at all when he burned Windsor Castle.

Are Muggle lives really so cheap...

He wanted to ask this question for the Muggles.

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The sky has not yet fully lit up.

In the luxurious Malfoy Manor in Wiltshire, the house elves have gotten up and started preparing breakfast for their master.

Although there are only two people, the breakfast is very rich, including honey-smeared waffles, grilled mushrooms and tomatoes, salads made of more than a dozen kinds of fruits, chickpeas stewed with thick soup...every kind of food is there Exudes an attractive aroma.

It's just that these foods were not enjoyed by the owner of the manor. Instead, a group of rude, dirty people who exuded the stench of garbage were gobbling up the food on the dining table with their hands and mouth. They acted as if they had never had a good meal in their lives. No matter what they grabbed, they stuffed it into their mouths, chewed it twice and swallowed it whole.

The soup and remnants of the food were spilled on the expensive carpet, making it extremely filthy.

The owner of the manor, Lucius, stood aside, suppressing the anger in his eyebrows. This group of despicable werewolves would dismantle their bodies and sell them for less than the price of this carpet.

He asked sternly at Old Crabbe sitting on the sofa: "What do you want to do?"

Half an hour ago, Dobby knocked on his bedroom door in panic, waking him and Narcissa from their sleep, telling them that a group of uninvited guests had arrived at the door of the manor.

Old Crabbe's huge body like a grizzly bear made a large dent in the leather sofa. He grinned, and his fierce expression showed joy: "Don't be so open-minded, Lucius. We are just following the Dark Lord's orders. Order, I’m just here to discuss something with you.”

Old Crabbe was very proud. For a long time, whether it was the student days, the Death Eater days, or the later "sanctimonious" days, Malfoy had been suppressing him.

Now the situation was reversed, with him pressing down on Malfoy. Looking at Lucius's angry face, the old Crabbe felt as comfortable as eating honey.

Lucius's hand in his sleeve trembled slightly, and great panic and fear instantly enveloped him.

Has the Dark Lord returned?

No, if the Dark Lord had really returned, it wouldn't be Crabbe standing in front of him now. Since the Dark Lord didn't appear, it meant that he couldn't appear because he hadn't fully recovered yet.

Complex thoughts emerged from his mind, and one thought after another flashed through his eyes, planning the best plan for Malfoy.

The scene fell into silence for a moment, except for the rude sounds of the werewolves fighting for food at the table.

Sitting at the other end of the sofa was Fenrir Greyback, the leader of the werewolves. He did not grab the food. The ordinary food tasted bland to him. He stuck out his tongue and licked his lips and the two canines on his upper jaw. Only human flesh and blood could arouse his appetite.

Grayberg was wearing a shabby leather jacket. Two of the four buttons on the single-breasted jacket were missing, leaving only broken threads. His eyes are not like human eyes at all. The tiny pupils are shrunk into a ball. There is a small black area around the whites of the eyes. His body is covered with disgusting hair. Even when he is not transformed, his identity as a werewolf can be seen. ,

His nails were thick and ground into the shape of long and sharp wolf claws. He pierced the leather sofa with his nails and scratched the sofa along the dark gold embroidered lines, enjoying the pleasure of friction brought by the nails.

Looking at old Crabbe with interest, Grayberg smiled cruelly and said: "Have you ever considered becoming a werewolf? With your body, you will be far stronger than you are now after transformation."

Before Crabbe could speak, his beast-like eyes rolled: "Oh, no. You are too old. How about your son? I can make him the leader of the werewolves, hahahaha..."

He laughed wildly, and when old Crabbe jumped up, he quickly changed his words: "It was just a joke."

Old Crabbe was breathing heavily, these damn beasts, sooner or later the Dark Lord will peel off their fur, pull out their disgusting teeth, and tame the wolves into dogs.

Lucius interrupted the farce: "What are you discussing with me?"

"We need to get a few people out of Azkaban, and we need your cooperation." Grayberg said.

"What?" Lucius laughed angrily, "To get someone out of Azkaban, who do you think I am, the Minister of Magic? Even the Minister of Magic can't do such a thing."

People's emotions are very complicated. When you feel miserable, you will feel better if you see someone who is worse off than you. When you feel yourself getting angry, you feel better when you see someone getting even more angry.

Old Crabbe had this mentality. Lucius was not happy to make him happy. With his anger dissipated, he said to Lucius: "The Minister of Magic cannot do such a thing, but without the Minister of Magic, this matter It’s possible.”

"What's the meaning?"

"We need you to find a full moon night to hold a banquet, bring together the main officials of the Ministry of Magic, and leave the rest to us."

Lucius was shocked and frightened: "You want to attack Ministry of Magic officials?!"

Grayberg sneered: "Of course not, we just want to do something that makes the big shots unresponsive while they are enjoying delicious food and indulging in fine wine."

Lucius lowered his head and thought, and no one could see the expression on his face clearly.

"There is plenty of time. You can think about it carefully. Should you report the news to Dumbledore, or do what we say?" Old Crabbe said sadly.

"gone!"

Grayberg stood up and greeted the werewolves fighting for food at the table. The group of people turned into black mist and quickly ran out of Malfoy Manor, disappearing into the gray mist before it was fully dark.

Squeak~

The door opened, and Narcissa hurried downstairs and saw a mess.

"What...are they here for? Is the Dark Lord coming back?" Narcissa asked tremblingly, holding back her tears.

In the huge manor hall, Narcissa looked at the dirty carpet, the messy dining table, and the scratched and broken sofa. A deep feeling of powerlessness rose from the bottom of her heart.

The days of peace and tranquility seemed to be coming to an end, and turmoil would come again, returning to a life full of death and fear. There was no color on Narcissa's face, and her hands and feet were cold.

Lucius raised his head, showing a tired face, and waved his hand: "You don't have to worry about this, and don't mention anything related to the Dark Lord to anyone."

"Write a letter to Draco and tell him not to come back during the Christmas vacation this year." He walked towards the study upstairs, intending to plan some banquet matters.

That's right, no matter what happens to them, nothing can happen to Draco, nothing can happen to Draco.

Narcissa seemed to have found some kind of support, and blood and strength were pumped out of her heart again.

"Damn it! Dobby, Dobby, get out and clean this place up!"

The manor became noisy again...

Hogwarts Castle, Great Hall.

As soon as Harry and the others walked in, the noise in the auditorium stopped, and the young wizards from the four colleges quieted down and stared at him, trying to see some traces of the secret room from him. The other houses were better. The little wizards of Slytherin didn't blink an eye. They couldn't understand why the heir of Slytherin would be a Gryffindor.

The little Muggle-born wizards were peeping timidly. When Harry's eyes glanced over, they quickly averted their eyes, not daring to look at Harry.

Facing such a look, Harry stopped at the door, in a dilemma.

Suddenly, a force pushed him into the auditorium from behind. It was George and Fred:

"Look, everyone, this is the heir of Slytherin!"

"Be careful, he is a very evil wizard."

Harry was pushed and staggered, and his funny look made Wood, Angelina and others laugh. The players on the Gryffindor Quidditch team expressed their trust in Harry with exaggerated laughter.

Amidst such laughter, Harry suddenly gained courage, strode to the long table, sat down, and enjoyed his breakfast in peace.

Ron suppressed laughter and shook his shoulder, bumping him: "Half the classmates in the school think you go to the secret room every night."

"To my surprise, half of my classmates believed in me..."

The two chatted and didn't notice Loren beside them. He seemed to have been here for a while. This was not surprising. Loren was always more diligent than others. It was normal to get up early on weekends.

But Hermione noticed something was wrong. Loren was completely depressed. She could clearly sense his depression.

At this time, Loren's mind was in a state of confusion and he was already a little confused. He barely closed his eyes last night and only rested for a while in the book of fantasy. A year's worth of distant memories came to his mind, and his body was suffering from the fatigue after another round of magic riot.

He didn't have a good meal last night and only had some snacks from Dumbledore's place. When it was just dawn, his stomach was suddenly empty. He was so hungry that he thought he could stuff a cow into his stomach.

But when he actually sat down at the long table and only nibbled half of the croissant, he felt drowsy and about to fall asleep at any moment.

At this moment, a familiar voice sounded in his ear: "Loren, what's wrong with you? Didn't you sleep well last night?"

Loren opened his eyes in confusion, and barely glanced at Hermione. His mind was in a blur, and he could only answer vaguely: "Huh?"

The clear crystal blue eyes of the past were gone, replaced by a pair of dull black pupils. The whites of his eyes were covered with scarlet bloodshot eyes, and his eyelids were swollen with traces of tears that had not been wiped clean. Like an abandoned, homeless cub.

Hermione felt sour and guessed what must have happened after returning to the dormitory last night. She didn't ask here, put some food in brown paper into a cloth bag, picked up Loren and ran towards the bathroom.

"We're going to make the potion." Hermione greeted Harry.

His body was dragged by a girl with huge strength, bumping and undulating constantly. Loren suddenly woke up and looked around. His eyes slowly focused and he finally understood the current situation. He was a little confused.

The two of them ran into Myrtle's bathroom before Hermione stopped, grabbed his shoulder and asked urgently: "What's wrong with your eyes? What happened after we separated last night? Is there a letter from home?" Did something happen to Grandpa Bates? Didn’t you just go home and see it? "

After asking a lot of questions, Hermione's eyes suddenly opened wide and she remembered something: "I'm just asking why you left school suddenly and came home. Is Grandpa Bates seriously ill?"

The girl's little face turned pale and she was crying: "What's wrong with Grandpa Bates?"

Loren felt warm in her heart and was amused by the girl's appearance. She turned over and comforted her: "Don't think about it, it's not this."

He came to sit down next to the crucible where the potion was boiled, lit the fire, observed the progress of the polyjuice potion, and added the potion into it. While boiling the potion, he talked about how he recovered his memory.

But he did not mention Sirius Black and Peter Pettigrew, only that their parents were involved in the duel between the two wizards and died.

"Are my eyes different?" Loren touched his eyelids belatedly. Flamel said that the strangeness of his eyes came from part of the overflowing soul power. After the memory was unblocked, it seemed to return to its original shape. color.

I wonder if there is still magic vision?

He blinked at the brewed polyjuice potion, and for a moment, a strange magical light bloomed in front of his eyes. It seems that only the appearance has changed, but the ability is still there.

Hermione thought for a while and carefully comforted: "Don't wallow in sadness. You still have Grandpa Bates and us friends."

Loren stirred the potion and stared at the vortex inside. The vortex rotated and seemed to attract people's attention: "I know, don't worry."

Hermione frowned: "As I say, Loren, don't keep things in your heart. If you feel uncomfortable, just cry out."

"I went to a children's welfare home when I was one year old. I don't have a deep relationship with my parents. I just suddenly regained my memory and felt a little uncomfortable. Now I'm much better." Loren's stirring speed slowed down, and even his tone slowed down. "You come and make the decoction, this is your job."

Hearing these words, Hermione felt a little sad. She glared and said, "They are parents, how could they not have feelings!"

Loren's pretending to be free and easy and changing the subject made Hermione feel panicked.

Pity gave rise to guilt and distress in her heart, and she tried to comfort him by saying something about the meaning of life, the place of the soul, and that death was a great adventure.

Staring at the polyjuice potion, she even thought of the connection between lacewings and death, and even extended such specious philosophical topics as the true meaning of life, love and continuity.

After a few minutes, Hermione felt even more tired than having memorized several tomes, just when she was about to speak. But I heard heavy and long breathing coming from the side

Loren sat cross-legged on the ground, nodding off with his head pecked.

Hermione was dumbfounded.