Chapter 633 Half-Blood Prince?

Wiltshire is located in the southwest of England. It is vast and sparsely populated. It is not very prominent in terms of administration. The government members have already proposed to abolish the county. On the other hand, it is also recognized as the area with the most crop circles on the earth. Every year, there are a large number of alien UFO sightings, which attracts many crop circle enthusiasts.

Occasionally, one or two insane residents will say that they have seen aliens, ghosts, mysterious people who suddenly appeared with a small stick, or other supernatural creatures. After a few days, they will deny it and completely forget what they said, playing a prank on reporters.

There are so many such things that they are no longer news.

On this morning at the end of August, the sky was slightly bright, and the fish belly white in the distant sky was looming. The street lights on the roadside gradually went out, and the number of vehicles on the road gradually increased. The community streets and suburban villages gradually woke up.

The hungover man woke up on the roadside. The morning breeze with dew and water vapor made him feel refreshed. The man vaguely saw a figure not far away, carrying a hamster cage, as if nodding and smiling at him, and disappeared with the sound of air trembling.

The man was frightened and stunned for a moment. After a few seconds of trance, he came back to his senses, rubbed his eyes and looked at the empty front again. He couldn't tell whether it was a hangover hallucination or a half-asleep dream.

The wizard village in Wiltshire is not difficult to find. In the dim black and white lines, the suburbs with Muggle-repelling spells exude a hazy glow. It's just that the mansions built by these pure-blood families are too far apart. Loren has never been to Malfoy Manor, so he has to find them one by one according to the house numbers.

The morning light illuminated the narrow alley. Loren suddenly appeared after breaking through the barrier of space. He held his wand and identified it. On the left was a low thorn bush, which was unattended and grew randomly. On the right was a tall hedge, neatly trimmed and with green branches and leaves. He walked along the alley for a distance and turned right into a wide driveway. At the end of the driveway, two imposing wrought iron gates suddenly appeared.

Just as Loren approached to find the doorbell, the door hinge suddenly creaked, and the door revealed a person's width. A pale, yellow-haired, pointed-faced boy poked his head out.

Draco narrowed his light gray eyes to look at Loren, and Loren was also looking at him.

The dark circles under his eyes were almost forming smoky makeup. I'm afraid he didn't sleep all night after sending the message.

I should have set off earlier. I feel a little guilty...

"The Dark Lord is not here. Come with me..." Draco glanced at the cage in his hand, and without asking any more questions, he made way and welcomed the person in.

Voldemort is not here...

Loren's mind moved slightly, and he followed thoughtfully.

The yew hedge made the footsteps of the two people sound muffled. Loren looked around. The trees were scattered and the flowers and plants were distributed, revealing the exquisite elegance of the ancient family. It was a pity that the rumored fountain pool did not spray water, and he looked around but did not see the white peacock.

As if knowing what he was thinking, Draco shook his dark green robe: "After that incident, basically no one has contact with our family. The business has been resold. There are no guests at home all year round. The peacock has been fostered by someone, and the magic at the base of the fountain is too lazy to maintain."

Loren did not comment and retracted his gaze: "Where is Professor Snape?"

"In the garden behind, Professor Snape is directing my mother to boil medicine."

"How is your father's matter?"

"The guards are tighter. Visits need to apply one week in advance. The Ministry of Magic has secretly transferred them. Only a few senior officials know where they are being held. My father said that it was to make the mysterious man afraid. If he attempts to attack..."

Draco did not finish the rest of his words, Loren already understood what he meant. Scrimgeour believed that Voldemort still cared about this group of core Death Eaters and tried to use this to establish deterrence. If Voldemort did whatever it took, he would directly execute them.

The means were not cruel, and the strategy was not brilliant. The Ministry of Magic could only do so much.

Entering the luxurious and respectable mansion, passing through the dimly lit entrance hall, we came to the backyard.

Dense and tall yew trees shaded the surroundings, and what came into view was a blazing bonfire. Above the flames hung a black stone urn, or a stone crucible, filled with decoctions, and the sound of boiling water kept ringing. The shape was huge and could accommodate an adult sitting inside.

Next to the crucible stood a woman in luxurious clothes and a fawn with withered hair and a thin body.

The fawn sniffed the smell of the potion and uttered a hoarse and terrifying human voice: "It's enough, keep the fire."

Narcissa nodded, her face was unhealthy pale, and the firelight could not reflect red. Her long golden hair was scattered behind her, and she looked like someone who had drowned.

"Mrs. Malfoy." Loren nodded and greeted.

"Mr. Morgan..." Narcissa may not know that Loren is of Muggle descent, or the successive blows may have worn away her pride. The lady seemed very polite, even a little cautious, "Thank you for taking care of Draco at school. This time... I'm also troubling you."

Outstanding appearance, gentle and polite, I heard that he has strong magical abilities...

Is this the student that Severus has chosen?

Loren could sense her extremely restrained scrutiny, but he didn't care: "You're welcome."

Leaving the space for chatting to the mother and son, Loren came to the stone urn and put down the cage while saying: "Good morning, Professor Snape, why did you wait until school is about to start to prepare for the ceremony?"

The young deer stared at him coldly, his eyes half-open and half-closed, as weak as a dead fish's eyes.

There was no deterrent to a professor like this. Loren shrugged, took out the medicine bottle with the severed finger sealed, then stood aside and quietly looked at Professor Fawn, and even wanted to take out his camera and take two pictures...

The fawn's front hooves plowed out and pushed out a tray. In the tray were a set of robes, a wand and a wooden niche. In the wooden niche was one of the calibration materials for the resurrection ceremony, his father's bones.

"The ingredients in the front have been boiled. Do you know the ritual behind it?"

"clear."

"Just follow the ritual you saw that night."

"Okay professor." Loren put away his playful attitude and spoke in a calm voice.

The flames licked the outer shell of the crucible, the liquid in the pot boiled more and more violently, and the steam became thicker and thicker. At a certain moment, it reached the critical point, and the splashing water emitted a blazing red light.

The young deer jumped into the crucible with a leap. The splashing water fell on the firewood, making a sizzling sound of rapid evaporation. It sank under the cover of steam. Loren could hear the soft sound of flesh touching the stone urn.

Loren glanced at the wooden niche next to him and said softly: "Unintentionally donating your father's bones can regenerate your son."

The lid of the wooden niche popped open, and a small wisp of dust floated out. Behind them, Malfoy and his son opened their eyes wide, watching the dust automatically float around the crucible without wind, and then gently fall into the boiling liquid.

With a crackling sound, the diamond-like liquid surface boiled even more intensely, the liquid became more viscous, and the liquid medicine turned into a bright blue color with a slightly bitter smell.

A strange magic power suddenly descended, and a strange but solemn atmosphere enveloped the backyard. There was a vague noise in Loren's ears, as if many invisible figures were whispering. He had heard this noise before, in the Department of Mysteries. near the death curtain.

If it was hard to hear it clearly through the curtain last time, this time the whispering was clearer, as if it was right next to my ears.

He took a deep breath and continued to read: "Your servant's flesh, voluntarily donated, can restore your master's life."

The Malfoy mother and son already knew what was in the medicine bottle, but they still slowed down their breathing. Draco once again recalled the memory of being imprisoned in Borkin Burke's shop. His nose was slightly expanded and his teeth were clenched together. He only hated himself for being incompetent. .

Narcissa hugged his shoulders and comforted him, her eyes turning red.

Loren took off the cork of the medicine bottle and poured out the freshly preserved severed finger. The liquid surface suddenly turned fiery red, shining brighter than a fire.

“The blood of your enemies, forced to give, can bring your enemies back to life…”

The hamster in the wire cage was shaking all over. It struggled desperately and squeaked, but it could only watch as it was caught. The dagger cut a wound deep enough to see the bone, and blood flowed along the white hair into the crucible. among.

The vague murmur became clear at this moment, and a dark figure even appeared near the crucible. Diamond-like sparks splashed everywhere, bright and dazzling, almost overwhelming the rising sun.

White steam rose from the crucible, covering the entire backyard surrounded by yew trees. The sound of splashing water was followed by the rustling of clothes. After waiting for half a minute, a slightly hoarse voice came out of the white steam: "[Tornado Sweep]"

An invisible whirlwind swirled, and the water vapor suddenly emptied.

Snape, pale and somewhat distorted, appeared in front of the three of them.

Snape lowered his eyes, feeling this new body. The fresh air flowed along the trachea into the lungs, and the limbs and torso were no longer heavy, as if they were new.

Loren quietly looked at the resurrected Professor Snape. Although he had no hair or eyebrows, his nose was still there, and there were no messy forked tongues. At least in his opinion, this body was a little weak and the skin was too pale. There are no other abnormalities.

"Welcome back, Severus." Narcissa stepped forward, her voice revealing her nervousness. She finally knew why the Dark Lord favored the Potions Professor, and why Snape was desperate to rescue the Dark Lord.

"Clean up, Morgan and I have something to say." Snape had a deadpan expression on his face and a stiff attitude. After speaking, he turned around and walked back into the house.

Loren glanced at Narcissa and Draco and followed them.

Walking through the soft carpeted corridor and walking to the front yard, the morning sun has risen, and the sunlight shines golden through the gaps between the yew branches and leaves.

Snape closed his eyes from time to time, as if to adapt to the stimulation of the sun, and as if to calm his chaotic thoughts. His hoarse voice gradually returned to a familiar aria:

"After the mysterious man recalled his werewolf men, he went to Albania to absorb many dark wizards, and then took Greyback to the United States, maybe in New York, maybe in Ilvermorny. I don't know his whereabouts. Two weeks ago He came back to start my resurrection ceremony, but received some news and left in a hurry. "

"A few days ago, the United States Ministry of Magic arrested Greyback and his men at JFK International Airport and executed them quickly. Before they died, it was discovered that they had been to Ilvermorny and stayed there for a long time."

Snape thought for a few minutes: "He is making a Horcrux, a Horcrux that has never existed before, a living Horcrux!"

"Principal Fontana suspected that he was after the snake wood in Ilvermorny. He called many experts to examine it and found nothing unusual."

"Maybe it's other creatures... I'll contact Dumbledore later." Snape paused for a moment and continued, "I need you to do something for me."

"Professor, tell me."

"There are some old textbooks behind the Potions classroom. One of them is one I used before. I want you to find that textbook after school starts and give it to Potter without anyone knowing."

Half-Blood Prince?

Loren paused, looked at the eyebrowless Professor Snape, and hesitated for a moment: "Is that... your Horcrux?"

Snape glanced at him sideways: "Yeah."

"What do you want Harry to do?"

"His help is needed with the resurrection potion."

"professor--"

Loren also wanted to talk about resurrecting the dead, but Snape interrupted: "I will teach you, but not now."

"That's not what I meant..."

"This is over, you can go back."

"Professor, how can we contact you in the future?"

"I will contact you when needed."

"Uh...Professor, I have a communicator here..."

…

September 1, morning.

Suburb Hampstead.

Loren dragged two empty boxes and looked back at the three left-behind parents. The Grangers were saying goodbye to Hermione, and Grandpa Bates was taking out the car keys:

"Stop looking for it. No need to drive. We can teleport directly there using magic."

Grandpa Bates was stunned for a moment while holding the car keys, nodded, and quickly reacted, laughing and scolding: "Why don't you use this magic when you go home for the holidays? I remember you guys knew how to teleport a few years ago."

"I didn't remember it."

"Brat!"

Bates stepped forward and punched him several times. Loren was dragging the box in his hand and could not resist, so he could only be beaten.

Monica stood in front of Hermione, pinched her red nose, and whispered: "Take care of yourself at school, take care of Loren, and don't always take action when you are teased."

Hermione rubbed her nose: "He's already teasing me, why can't he do it?"

"You!"

Monica pinched her nose and shook it, and Hermione reluctantly hugged her mother into her arms. Unknowingly, she had grown to be as tall as her mother.

Wendell stood aside and watched silently, always feeling that he was the redundant one.

Taking two steps back, Hermione hugged Wendell: "Dad, take good care of your mother at home, and take care of yourself. Don't always go fishing. Don't talk back when your mother scolds you..."

Wendel was stunned for a moment, why did these words sound familiar.

Before he could react, Hermione turned around and pulled Loren away: "We're leaving, goodbye!"