Chapter 663 That's Not a Dream

Gryffindor Tower, boys' dormitory.

In the early morning, the thick dark clouds had dispersed, and the clear skylight shone into the window, which was a little dazzling after being reflected by the snow. Loren's eyes trembled slightly and slowly opened.

Loren lay back on the soft pillow, and from the corner of his eye he saw the Book of Abraham lying across the pillow, with the cover tightly closed. His consciousness gradually woke up, and the memories of the starry sky last night gradually became clearer, more vivid than the time two years ago, as if he had really traveled through the stars of the Milky Way and observed the blue planet with his own eyes.

Subconsciously comparing last night with the events two years ago, Loren quickly noticed the change in the magic power in his body. There was a significant increase, but it was not as strong as last time.

I stood up and looked around. I saw that several roommates were still sleeping soundly, and their sleeping postures were very artistic.

After admiring silently for half a minute, Loren finally gave up the idea of ​​taking a photo, got up, washed up, dressed neatly, left the dormitory, and went downstairs to the common room to meet the little witch who had gotten up early.

Hermione was sitting on the sofa, tilting her head and talking quietly to her roommate Parvati. She was wearing a black magic robe that made her skin white. Her lower body was in the style of imitation overalls. There were several pockets on it. The material was thick and wear-resistant, and very Suitable for physical work in the greenhouse. Just looking at these pants, Loren knew there would be an herbal medicine class today.

"Good morning, ladies."

Loren sat down next to Hermione and held her hand. "Isn't Prefect Patil always with Lavender? Why are you here today?"

"Because Lavender always makes out with Ron without anyone noticing." Hermione glanced at him, "Parvati feels a little embarrassed."

Parvati nodded towards him across Hermione: "I grew up in India. My family values ​​are relatively traditional and I cannot accept this way of communication."

"Don't take it too seriously. Couples in love are like this." Loren squeezed the palm of her hand and found that the back of her hand was thin and hard to the touch. Then he began to move, pinching her fingertips one by one, and found that the middle finger The flesh on your fingertips feels the best, tender and warm.

Hermione was silent for a moment, feeling her face feel hot for some reason, so she quietly took out her right hand and turned to look at her roommate: "Come on, Parvati, let's go downstairs for breakfast."

"Um."

"..."

Loren looked at the two people walking side by side and couldn't help but think about whether he should find a way to squeeze Parvati away.

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The Ghost Repertory Theater performed several times last night, and it was already very late when the banquet ended. In addition, many little wizards returned to their dormitories and made noise for a while, so there were very few people who got up early.

When Loren and the others went downstairs and entered the auditorium, there was no one inside and it was fairly quiet.

The fluttering bats have disappeared, but the walls and dome still have the decorations from last night. The fire-breathing ribbons have quieted down, the jack-o'-lanterns have gone out, and the eerie atmosphere has dissipated. Just looking at these decorations is quite interesting.

There are many kinds of breakfast, but the most attractive thing is the steamed pumpkin. I don’t know how long it has been steamed. The sweet aroma floats throughout the auditorium. Loren can’t help but take a small half. It is soft and glutinous in the mouth, and it melts with a sip. .

Other students came downstairs one after another, and the auditorium slowly became lively.

Ron and Lavender walked together in an intimate manner, and everyone who knew them avoided them. Harry came with the other two roommates, and Seamus and Neville were not willing to walk with Ron. They always felt that It will leave a bad impression on the younger students.

Harry sat down opposite Loren and imitated his new way of eating. He scooped out a full spoonful of soft steamed pumpkin pulp and spread it evenly on the slices of bread. After taking a bite, he narrowed his eyes with satisfaction and muttered vaguely. : "Loren, did you go on a night out last night?"

"What?" Loren was stunned for a moment.

"Night travel, don't think I don't know..." Harry swallowed the bread, choked a little, and hummed, "I dreamed last night that my mother was sitting with Snape, and I woke up suddenly. When I got up to go to the bathroom, I saw that your bed was empty."

"You mean, I'm not in the dormitory?"

"Yes." Harry gave him a strange look. Night travel was not a big deal.

Loren pursed his lips and swallowed the sweet pumpkin, leaving him slightly dazed.

Recalling those incredible scenes, he gradually fell into deep thought.

Inside the auditorium, the festive atmosphere has not completely dissipated, and the little wizards are chatting and talking. When the owl postman delivers this week's parcels and letters, the sound in the room reaches its peak, like a boiling cauldron.

Sitting next door was Hufflepuff Susan Bones. She was a little surprised by the owl that suddenly landed in front of her. She put down the utensils and fed the postman half a piece of bread, and opened the brand new letter with ink.

Her eyes swept over the messy words on the parchment. Her expression became heavier and heavier, her breathing became rapid, her nose trembled, and the hand holding the letter trembled slightly. After reading it over and over again, she went back to read it carefully silently, and after confirming the message on the letter , finally couldn't help but sob softly.

Prefect Ernie MacMillan noticed the crying girl and immediately sat over: "Susan, what happened?"

Some chubby girls buried their faces in their hands, sobbing indistinctly: "Float... A mysterious man attacked the Ministry of Magic last night, and my aunt was caught by him!"

Ernie MacMillan was stunned, and the little wizards around him were also stunned when they heard this. An inexplicable silence spread from this center to the entire auditorium. In the huge room, the only sounds left were the sound of the wind whistling outside the window and Susan Bones sobs.

Beside the long table in Ravenclaw, Marietta Edgemore silently folded the letter in her hand, her expression changing from dark to bright, her eyes deep.

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London.

On the wide and prosperous streets, pedestrians came and went in a hurry, and no one had time to glance at the ugly glass window of Tao Tao Company, and naturally no one noticed that the old red brick department store that had been closed for repairs for decades was actually open.

In the room behind the window mannequin, Scrimgeour, with bloodshot eyes, closed his eyes slightly. This was the top floor of the Ministry of Magic that he was most familiar with, but the person in power inside was no longer him. Under the full blockade, even if all the Aurors were gathered, they would not be sure to attack directly, not to mention that there was also the most powerful dark wizard in history below.

He opened his eyes and looked at the person opposite him quietly, with a calm voice full of determination:

"Snape, put away your calculations. I know you are an amazing potion master, but please believe that even if you pour a whole bottle of truth serum into my mouth, you can't find out where the Death Eaters are imprisoned."

Snape glanced at him and said nothing. He just picked up the teacup in front of him and drank it all.

"Minister Scrimgeour doesn't need to rush to reply. We have plenty of time. We can wait until you have rested well and your brain becomes flexible again before considering our deal..." Snape put down the teacup, and the ceramic and solid wood made a slight sound when they knocked against each other. "Death Eaters in exchange for Ministry of Magic employees, it's a good deal, what do you think?"

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