Chapter 214 Voldemort’s Night Visit

After throwing Lockhart's manuscript into the fireplace and burning it to ashes, Loren returned to the school doctor's office with a large bag of things.

Madam Pomfrey glared at him with disgust, but because he saved her, she let him in anyway.

Loren distributed the snacks and candies in the package to Harry and Ron, including chocolate frogs, licorice wands... mainly Bibi's multi-flavor beans, because they were edible and fun to play with, which helped them pass the time in the ward.

Ron had a chocolate frog in his mouth and asked curiously: "What happened to Hermione's Polyjuice Potion?"

Harry was also curious and waited quietly for the answer.

"Don't say it!" The girl's angry voice came from the cubicle.

Loren couldn't help laughing, waved her hands and did not continue the topic, and walked into the compartment with the package.

Sensing the sound of the curtain being pulled, Hermione lifted the quilt and instantly covered her cat body. In a hurry, the tail fell outside. She tried to control her body and let the tail retract by itself, but the slender cat tail was not obedient at all. Not only did it not retract into the quilt, it also swayed.

Hermione quickly stretched out her fluffy paws and fished out the disobedient tail.

Loren chuckled softly and did not say anything weird. He took out the books and notebooks from the package and neatly stacked them on the bedside: "I didn't take notes on all the classes in the Transfiguration Club. I will definitely come during the Christmas vacation." Damn it, are you going to keep avoiding me?"

"No rubbing." A soft, muffled voice came from the bed.

"Then are you going to watch me fail the exam? Are you going to learn Animagus alone?" Loren said pretending to be sad.

"Anyway, if you don't give me any credit, who told you not to take notes?"

"I've already seen it, why are you still avoiding me?"

The bed was obviously stiff for a moment, and then the girl's angry voice sounded: "Don't say it!"

Loren calmed down Hermione's anger with gentle force, and after receiving a few cat punches, he calmed down and checked whether there were any missing books with a smile.

The school infirmary slowly became quiet. After a day of ups and downs, it was only now that Harry and Ron's minds gradually calmed down. Thinking back on what had happened over the past few months, they slowly figured out something was wrong.

Ron was lying on the bed, looking at the light on the ceiling, and suddenly said: "Do you think there is something wrong with the basilisk? Fifty years ago, it killed Myrtle as soon as it came out of the bathroom, and this time... The school had been lurking for months and not even a single cat was killed.”

He spoke more and more enthusiastically, waving his hands: "Although there is a coincidence every time, Mrs. Norris saw the basilisk through the reflection of the water, Colin saw the basilisk through the camera, and Justin saw the basilisk through the almost headless body. Nick saw the basilisk, this—"

Ron couldn't describe what a weird feeling this was, and he gestured to try to make Harry understand what he was thinking: "This is such a coincidence, isn't it? If it was only once, I might believe it, but this kind of thing happened continuously. three times……"

Loren rubbed his fingers on the book and curled his lips. If he hadn't been tricked by Dumbledore, how could he test the basilisk's eyesight regularly?

However, thanks to the monthly duel practice with the basilisk, he has accumulated a lot of experience in dueling applications of transfiguration. If he encounters a large magical animal like a basilisk, it will be much easier to deal with it.

It's just a pity that the basilisk's eyes were poked blind by Fox. He originally wanted to collect some of the yellow magic power in the snake's eyes that had the ability to petrify.

Harry sat up, also full of doubts: "There is also Crabbe's abnormality. Remember, Malfoy repeatedly reminded Goyle to stay away from Crabbe. Slytherin's little wizard had long noticed that something was wrong with him, and even Seamus Being able to get the message, I don’t believe the professors didn’t notice him.”

"We received a note in the morning. Dumbledore hinted that we could seek help from centaurs, and Fawkes, the sword of Gryffindor, suddenly appeared."

Harry thought about today's experience in the Forbidden Forest and the Chamber of Secrets, and guessed with some doubt: "Dumbledore is not ignorant of what we are doing. He seems to be encouraging and helping us, teaching us in ways we don't know." Give us many useful things. Like last semester, he deliberately asked me to face Voldemort."

"I think it makes sense for Dumbledore to do this. After all, it was you who led to Voldemort's defeat." Loren explained to Dumbledore, "Because of the existence of Horcruxes, Voldemort will not die. At some time in the future , he will definitely make a comeback. Think about it, who is the person he wants to deal with most when he comes back?"

The cat ears covered with yellow fluff poked out from the quilt, swaying to eavesdrop on the voices of people outside.

Harry pointed at himself in disbelief: "B-but, isn't Dumbledore Voldemort's biggest enemy?"

Ron looked at him and blinked: "This does not conflict with dealing with you, does it? You are the person Voldemort hates the most."

Harry felt his throat tightening and felt heavy pressure: "That's why Dumbledore indulged our actions. He wanted to train us to deal with Voldemort."

Hermione hesitated for a while, but finally couldn't hold it back. She poked her head out from under the quilt, glared at Loren angrily, and participated in the discussion of several people.

She remembered the gift she received after using the sword and asked: "Harry, do you feel that your strength has become stronger?"

Harry made a fist and tried it, felt it carefully, and replied disappointedly: "It seems to be about the same as before, I feel nothing."

"How could this happen? I still want to find an opportunity to use the sword in the future." Ron was equally disappointed.

"Maybe I haven't found the courage in my heart yet. Dumbledore said that only those who are truly recognized by Gryffindor will receive gifts."

Harry was very open-minded and did not stick to the gains and losses of this power. But he also had doubts in his heart. He dared to take action against Voldemort and waved his sword against the Basilisk, but this could not be recognized by Gryffindor. So what would be the courage in his heart...

, probably when you have the courage to face death... Loren's eyes were meaningful, and he looked in Harry's direction through the curtain.

"No matter what, Seamus will definitely regret missing this great adventure -" Ron's excited voice faltered, and he suddenly remembered something, "Oh, the professors didn't even mention how many points they would give us. That's a snake." Blame and Voldemort!"

"Don't forget, we have violated more than a hundred school rules. If we were to count, we might get more deductions." Hermione retorted.

A few people laughed and laughed for a while, but in the end they hoped that the professors would not associate this incident with the college grade.

When it was almost time to turn off the lights, Madam Pomfrey walked in neatly from the outside, stepped into the compartment and filled Hermione with a bottle of grass-flavored potion, while driving away Loren.

"Go back to your dormitory quickly. Even during the holidays, night outings are not allowed in the school!"

The potion tasted so bad that Hermione stuck her tongue out, and she looked thoughtfully at Loren's leaving figure.

Not long after school started, she saw Malfoy talking to Loren alone. What were they talking about at that time? Did they mention anything about the Chamber of Secrets... did they mention anything about Crabbe... and did they know about Voldemort...

There was also that weekend when she and Loren went to visit Hagrid and happened to meet Dumbledore doing alchemy experiments on the eyes of Acromantula hatchlings in the cabin.

Dumbledore deliberately pushed her away, what would they say...

After the basilisk attack on the Muggle wizard, Loren never showed any worry. He was always calm, he was always mysterious...

Many doubts slowly emerged in Hermione's mind. Although she didn't know the truth of the matter, she could vaguely grasp the context behind the incident.

However, if Loren doesn't want to say anything, she won't force him. She believes in Loren unconditionally.

It was late when Loren returned to Gryffindor Tower. The common room was empty except for the red glow of embers in the fireplace.

Seamus and Neville went home, Harry and Ron were in hospital, and he was the only one left in the empty dormitory. After washing up and changing into pajamas, Loren lay peacefully on the four-poster bed.

When he was about to enter the book of fantasy, a strong magical force suddenly broke into the bedroom from the window.

Loren noticed something strange in an instant, and held his wand and pointed it at his unexpected guest - Voldemort.

Voldemort's ghost was more solid than when he was in the Chamber of Secrets, like a dark cloud in the night sky, with gray mist constantly escaping from his body.

This ghost was moving back and forth in mid-air, making no attempt to get close to him.

"Voldemort, what do you want to do?" Loren asked sharply.

A constantly floating, explosive crimson light floated on the tip of the staff, and the surging magic power continued to accumulate and was ready to go.

A flat snake face emerged from the dark cloud-like ghost, with a wide grin. The slender and bifurcated letter was vaguely visible. There was no nose. The position of the eyes were two long and narrow slits, from which a penetrating light came out.

"The sage of the times, the descendant of Morgan, Mr. Loren Morgan, I have long admired my name." A hoarse voice came from the ghost, his tone was modest and polite, even a little close, "Although you must know me, but I still want to take the liberty to introduce myself, Voldemort - that is, me, the heir of Slytherin, the forerunner on the road to immortality..."

Feeling the ready-to-go spell on the wand, Voldemort chuckled and said: "You don't have to be so cautious, and you don't have to be so vigilant. Don't be prejudiced against me because of worldly rumors, not to mention that I am so weak now, right?"

Realizing that Loren had an impatient look in his eyes and was about to cast a spell, Voldemort sped up his words: "You can't kill me, so instead of wasting time and effort struggling with me, we can all relax after listening to what I have to say."

Thinking that this thing would not give up until it achieved its goal, and might even follow him to his home, Loren temporarily stopped accumulating magic spells: "To get to the point, you can skip those cliché solicitations."

If you are willing to listen to what he has to say, the matter is already half done... Voldemort's flat snake face pulled out a chilling smile: "You know, even though house elves are despicable, dirty, and disgusting, they have a An admirable virtue—loyalty.”

Loren's brows knitted together: "Tell me the important point!"

"Ho ho ho - extreme torture will break through the blockade of the Forgetting Curse. The Forgetting Curse you placed on that house elf was lifted when I broke its fingers one by one."

Loren frowned slightly, this was something he didn't expect.

Extremely painful torture and violent mood swings can break the amnesia curse. This is knowledge he knew when he first started learning, but he thought that such extreme cases were too rare and never paid attention to it.

But he ignored the existence of house elves. As humble existences like slaves, it is common for house elves to be subjected to extreme torture.

But it didn't matter. The basilisk issue had been solved, he had obtained the information in the house elf's memory, and there was no loss since the Forgetting Curse was broken.

"You're thinking, it's just a house elf, it doesn't matter, right?" Voldemort's hoarse and unpleasant voice sounded again, "But Dumbledore must not agree with your approach, the oblivion curse, Legilimency, manipulating people's hearts... That old guy preaches about the magic of love and sees these as evil deeds, and you want to know why?"

Loren looked at him calmly. Although Dumbledore did not agree with his actions, he did not create a barrier with him because of it. The relationship between the two was not something that Voldemort could instigate with a few words.

"Think about it, why Dumbledore always preached that love is the greatest power, and why the four founders of Hogwarts all have distinctive qualities: courage, wisdom, kindness, glory..." A hoarse and harsh voice With a puzzling tone, "These questions are related to the magic hidden deep in the soul and human heart. It is a more powerful existence than ancient magic."

"What does it have to do with me?" Loren said unmoved.

He looked at Voldemort in his ghost state, launched a wizarding war, and brutally slaughtered Muggle wizards in the name of pure blood. He never showed mercy to pure blood families and Death Eaters, causing panic in the entire wizarding society...

If he guessed correctly, Voldemort also chose a certain distinctive trait, probably fear.

"The societies of Muggles and wizards will eventually merge. Wizards can quickly absorb the achievements of Muggle civilization, but Muggles will never be able to master magic. They are destined to be unequal... Cooperate with me and transform the world according to your will..."

Voldemort drawled his voice. According to the information he got from the basilisk's memory, the sages born in response to the times are destined to solve the problems of the times and create a new world.

In recent centuries, the context of the times has never been clearer. Any wizard with a long-term vision can clearly see through the fog of the times.

Loren remained silent without saying a word. If Voldemort had said these words to him a few months ago, he would have turned around and walked away without looking back. What are the issues of the era, social choices, conflicts and contradictions between wizards and Muggles, what do these things have to do with him...

Since he regained his memory and learned the cause of his parents' death, some subtle thoughts have changed subtly.

However, these things only made him willing to listen to Voldemort's words. Of course, he would not foolishly listen to Voldemort's suggestions. He talks so brightly and talks so brightly that if he really wants to cooperate with Voldemort, I'm afraid not even a scratch will be left on his bones.

The most important thing is that the tool man who takes the initiative to send it to your door is not used in vain.

Loren grinned and said, "Okay, but I want you to hand over Peter Pettigrew to me."

I have been delayed due to inflammation of the stye. I will make more compensation tomorrow. Sorry, sorry.