Chapter 371 Harry: Can’t Sleep, Can’t Sleep at All

Fortunately, this is not the first time that Loren and Hermione have experienced a prophecy. After repeated reminders from senior prophecy witness Albus Dumbledore, they now deeply understand that the best way to treat a prophecy is to ignore it.

When the traces of the centaurs disappeared completely, Loren and Hermione continued to the location where the secret potion was last buried.

"Should we convey the content of the centaur's prophecy to Principal Dumbledore?" Hermione asked.

"I would say that Principal Dumbledore has a fairly close relationship with the centaurs, so we shouldn't need to tell him, but..." Loren pondered for a moment, "To be on the safe side, I'll go talk to Professor Dumbledore tomorrow. "

"I agree."

Putting the prophecy aside for the time being, the two of them walked slowly towards the Forbidden Forest.

The moonlight was dim, and the small animals with normal schedules had basically rested. Nocturnal animals such as owls and night owls were nowhere to be seen. The Forbidden Forest in early spring was quiet except for the sound of two people talking.

"How's Divination going with Professor Trelawney?"

"I've almost finished learning palmistry, and I'm about to start teaching crystal ball divination."

"Judging from your palmistry performance, it's useless knowledge..."

"Nonsense!" Loren looked at her seriously, "I think palmistry is very useful knowledge!"

"..."

Hermione didn't want to continue asking what was useful. Out of understanding of Loren, she felt that if she continued to ask, she would get some unreasonable answers.

Hermione held the crystal bottle containing the secret medicine in her hand, checking the location of the tree trunks along the way, and finally stopped under a beech tree with an "X" shaped scorch mark.

The secret medicine buried last time is three steps east of the beech tree.

Loren determined the location, used the transformation technique and the floating spell, and in less than a minute he dug out two mud-covered and somewhat old crystal bottles.

Inside the transparent crystal bottle, the secret medicine has become turbid and the color is a dirty earthy yellow. The pupa of the Grimace Hawkmoth is only an empty shell the size of a fingernail, and its hair has completely melted into the mandrake leaves. When it enters the liquid, the shape cannot be seen anymore.

"There is a little magic reaction..." Loren looked at the two small bottles, looking very interested, "I don't know what it smells like. Does it smell bad?"

Hermione buried her secret potion, stood up, and fell into silence when she heard the second half of Loren's sentence.

With its turbid state, bad color, and dirty liquid, this half-finished potion is easy to drink and is definitely poisonous. If you drink it, you will be suspended from the school infirmary for a week.

Why would anyone want to try it?

Hermione couldn't figure it out.

In order to prevent him from really trying something weird, Hermione reached out to grab the crystal bottle, tapped her wand, and a bright yellow flame rose on the ground. The crystal bottle was thrown into the high-temperature flames and made a crisp crackling sound for a few minutes. Finally, a twisted crystal stone was left in place——

The melted crystal liquid is gathered together and spread on the ground to cool. It is more like a thin crystal plate than a crystal stone.

Loren looked straight at her with a serious expression: "As the saying goes, there is fire in the forest and I am in the prison... You actually set a fire in the forest without any awareness of fire prevention."

"We don't have this weird saying in Britain."

Hermione remained expressionless as she took his hand and walked back.

"The point is the proverb, the point is that you have no awareness of fire prevention..." Loren said sadly, "Don't think that I will let you go if you hold my hand. I am a fair and upright person."

"..."

"Do you know how many small animals there are in the forest? Do you know how many animals' homes will be destroyed by causing forest fires... No, you don't know, you only care about yourself!"

"..."

"Arsonist, repent for your actions!"

"boom!"

The forest became quiet again.

…

Loren and Hermione left the team together and came back together. The other little wizards didn't think much, they just thought that they had buried the secret potion together again.

There were not many opportunities for open night outings. On the way back to the dormitory, Loren took Hermione and sat in the courtyard for a while, played with the stupid spiral staircase for a while, and sat in the Gryffindor common room for a while.

They were leaning on a single sofa and chatting wordlessly. It was unclear what topic they talked about. It might have been the firewood in the fireplace or the firelight on the candlestick. Anyway, they had no impression.

Sometimes no one speaks for several minutes, and the two of them just lean together and feel at ease.

Until the wall clock rang on the hour, and when the two of them said good night to each other and went upstairs, they could no longer remember what they said. Anyway, time just slipped away.

Back in the dormitory, the others were still awake.

After successfully burying the secret potion, Harry and Ron were so excited that they couldn't sleep. They talked to Neville about Animagus. Although Seamus had given up on this magic, he listened with interest.

Hearing the sound of his return, the four of them turned to look at him.

"Are you staying up late again?"

Loren greeted them and went to the closet to change clothes, "Remember to get up early tomorrow and recite the spell to your heart at sunrise."

Neville nodded: "Loren is right, if you fail, you have to start over."

Harry and Ron were stunned for a moment. Although they didn't know the specific time now, it was definitely past 12 o'clock.

After staying up late, I still have to get up early before sunrise, which is torture just thinking about it.

"No, I don't want to hold on to the mandrake blades for another month!" Ron wailed in pain, hurriedly returned to his bed, and lay down flat.

"I don't want to either." Harry followed him back to his bed and lay down.

Simo looked at the suddenly deserted dormitory and blinked.

After Loren finished washing, he got into bed and covered himself with quilt. He saw Harry in the next bed with his eyes closed tightly, his eyebrows knitted together, and the lightning-shaped scar was somewhat deformed.

He pondered for a moment, then whispered: "Harry, Harry..."

Harry looked over instantly, his eyes widening.

"I have a secret to tell you."

Harry suddenly became interested and looked at Loren expectantly, his eyes bright.

"Hermione and I met Firenze in the Forbidden Forest. He said..."

Harry waited curiously for the follow-up, but the next moment he saw Loren turn over, his breathing quickly became smooth and even, and there was no further follow-up.

"..."

Harry's expression became complicated, and he realized that he might have fallen into a trap, and Loren told him this just to keep him awake.

Even if Loren wakes up now, he will only pretend to be confused with himself.

Harry held his breath and did some ideological work for himself, but in the end he could only sigh helplessly. The centaur's prophecy brushed against him like Hedwig's feathers, making him feel itchy and unable to sleep no matter how much he thought about it.

The prophecies of the centaurs and the rituals of the Animagus had been lingering in Harry's mind. After an unknown period of time, Harry's tired biological instinct made him fall asleep slowly.

One o'clock.

Harry opened his eyes suddenly:

Could it be that Voldemort is planning something again?

This was the case for Professor Quirrell two years ago. The centaur's prophecy was closely related to Voldemort. Is this prophecy also related to Voldemort?

Should you take the initiative to dream about Voldemort? Maybe you can get some clues and break Voldemort's conspiracy in time!

But Principal Dumbledore said that the link was two-way. When he saw Voldemort, Voldemort could also see him.

Forget it, just listen to Principal Dumbledore.

Anyway, the centaurs have already made a prophecy.

Go to sleep peacefully and get up early tomorrow to complete the Animagus ritual.

Harry shook his dizzy head, calmed down his chaotic thoughts, and forced himself to close his eyes.

Three o'clock in the morning.

Harry woke up again, his eyes as wide as bells.

What did the centaur say? !

…

The next morning.

"Loren, Loren!"

"Get up and perform the Animagus ritual!"

"Loren!"

Loren opened his eyes drowsily, and saw Harry with thick dark circles in front of him. Two emotions of excitement and exhaustion appeared on his face at the same time.

"..." Loren felt a rare sense of guilt in his heart, and he pretended to perform an Animagus ritual.

Harry, who had completed the ceremony early, immediately asked: "What did the centaur say?"

Loren looked at Harry cautiously: "Have you ever thought that I was just trying to tease you. There are no centaurs or prophecies at all."

Harry took a deep breath, his expression a little tense, and he looked around to find his wand.

"I didn't lie to you, I didn't lie to you..." Loren said quickly. In order to prevent a tragedy from happening in the dormitory early in the morning, Loren relayed the centaur's prophecy to Harry, "..."

"Be wary of the dark...what do you mean?" Harry looked at Loren blankly.

Loren spread his hands and said, "I don't know either. This is what the centaurs' prophecies look like. I plan to ask Professor Dumbledore after class later."

"I will go with you!"

"..." Loren glanced at the dark circles under his eyes and remained silent for a moment, "Are you really okay? Do you want to go back to the dormitory to catch up on some sleep?"

"If you hadn't teased me on purpose, I would have stayed up all night, okay?" Harry's eyes were filled with resentment.

Loren had no choice but to agree to his request, and the two made an appointment to go to the principal's office together after the second period.

Several other people in the dormitory had also gotten up. Ron and Neville were also woken up by Harry to complete the Animagus ritual. Seamus was woken up by the sound of several other people reciting spells.

In the morning, I vaguely heard the sound of deep chanting in my ears. It was still four people. The sound echoed around the room, making it impossible for anyone to sleep peacefully.

…

In the corridor on the third floor of the castle, Loren, Hermione and Harry followed the white-bearded old principal, looking out through the window while talking.

The weather was neither good nor bad. On the path leading to the edge of the Forbidden Forest, Hagrid held an iron bucket in one hand and walked toward the cabin easily. Several people knew that the iron bucket contained fire crabs and Salamander, Hagrid uses it when teaching other grades.

"...be wary of the dark?" Dumbledore repeated several times.

"Yes, Professor, that's what Firenze said." Hermione nodded and asked, "What does this mean? Is it related to Voldemort?"

"I think it may be explained by the knowledge of astronomy..." Dumbledore said thoughtfully, "January is the day when we are closest to the sun. Due to the gravitational revolution, we will gradually move away from the sun and then slowly approach."

Loren and the other three were stunned for a moment. This was not the same as the magical prophecy they thought.

"The prophecies of centaurs are different from Sybil. They do not always see bad things... Harvest, joy, sunshine and abundant rain are the common contents of centaurs' stargazing." Dumbledore took his time. He said, "I will talk to the centaur elder. If it is really related to him, I will go to Ilvermorny Magic School as soon as possible after the holidays, um... communicate with him."

The three Lorens looked at each other. They all knew who the principal was talking about.

"By the way, Loren, have you received a reply recently?" Dumbledore suddenly turned around and asked.

Loren shook his head.

"It seems that the two Muggle books I put scared him..." Dumbledore laughed, "This may be the brilliance of the mind and soul, which is sometimes more dazzling than magic."

Hermione glanced at Loren in confusion and replied, whose reply was it?

Loren gave her a look, indicating that they would talk about it later.

The group of people strolled along the corridor until Dumbledore stopped next to the statue of the hunchbacked one-eyed witch. Loren and Hermione's expressions became a little strange.

Dumbledore walked around the statue: "I plan to make a new secret passage, but both the exit and entrance need to be changed. Do you have any suggestions?"

Loren looked at the witch's one eye and was lost in thought. The exit of the secret passage was located in the Honeydukes candy store. No matter how he thought about it, he felt that this was Dumbledore's doing.

Hermione, who had once violated school rules by using this secret passage, felt guilty. After a moment of silence, she decisively said goodbye:

"Sorry principal, I have to go to Professor Bubbaji to ask a question, so I'm going to leave first."

"Principal, I will go with her."

Looking at the two people's retreating figures, Dumbledore showed a gentle smile.

"Professor, why are you restoring the secret passage?" Harry looked at Dumbledore in confusion, "Isn't it safer to block the secret passage?"

"Safety doesn't mean everything..." Dumbledore said softly, "Many years ago, Remus hid his identity through the secret passage under the Whomping Willow... Your father and his friends formed friendships through these secret passages... ...Loren and Hermione increased their relationship through the secret passage in their second year..."

"Harry, Hogwarts will welcome many people, and these secret passages can produce wonderful reactions among them."

“It was like a collision of magic.”

Harry nodded in understanding: "How about putting the exit at Zog's Magic Joke Shop?"

"A bold idea, I think it's a good idea."

…

Ilvermorny School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, Mount Greylock, Massachusetts, USA.

Professor Tom Gaunt, who had just finished the Horned Water Snake's second-year Defense Against the Dark Arts course, sat in front of his desk and looked at the legendary adventures of Gilderoy Lockhart piled in a pile on the table with a complicated expression.

As for the other two Muggle books, the disgusting and dense preaching content was almost overflowing, and he had no intention of reading them.

Dumbledore still did this trick decades ago, trying to show his erudition and broadmindedness, and educate others at the same time.