Popular Web NovelsChapter 605 Hidden HobbiesChapter 605: Unknown Hobby
"Mr. Dufren, you give me the impression of being cold and unrepentant. Just looking at you makes my blood run cold..."
"Based on the authority vested in me by the State of Maine, this court sentences you to serve two consecutive life sentences to pay for the lives of the two deceased persons..."
"Retreat!"
"..."
A slightly noisy sound of movie lines came from the speakers, and the Digital Versatile Disc rotated in the projector, projecting light and shadow in the dim room.
Hermione was curled up on the sofa seat with a blanket draped over her legs, and brown wool socks wrapped around her feet. Her well-fitting pants were a little too short when she sat down, and a small section of her white calf was exposed. His upper body lay on his back, leaning against the soft human flesh cushion, with his head resting on Loren's shoulder.
Hearing that Andy was sentenced to prison in the movie, the girl turned to look at him with some worry: "He was wrongly accused, right?"
One of Loren's hands was on his hands. On the girl's shoulders, he naturally hugged the girl's body into his arms, took a deep breath, and felt the fragrance and softness.
"I don't know either, let's look behind us..."
The turmoil in the Ministry of Magic had happened a few days ago. After returning home, the two of them tacitly put the turmoil in the wizarding world behind them and planned to spend a warm Christmas holiday with their parents. However, the Grangers returned home early. While working in the clinic, Grandpa Bates couldn't see anyone all day long, and the two of them turned out to be left-behind children.
After finishing their vacation homework, the two of them were too lazy to go out and wander in the ice and snow, so they spent the whole day in the screening room, watching wonderful movies released in the past two years.
The past two years have been unprecedented in the film industry. High-quality films such as "Forrest Gump", "Pulp Fiction", "It's Always Sunny" and "Eat Drink, Couple" have appeared in droves. , the two of them were having fun watching Hogwarts.
Occasionally, we encounter some scenes that are not suitable for children. Fortunately, the two of them are no longer children. A little bit of shy scenes are more exciting.
The casing of the projector has been hot for a long time. If it were not for the magic that can quickly cool down and repair mechanical damage, the plastic casing that looks very old may melt due to long-term operation.
The scene transitioned, and the light on the screen quietly faded into darkness. Loren moved comfortably to the side and hugged the little witch tighter.
It wasn't that the girl didn't notice anything. After the room fell into darkness, she also shrank into the man's arms. She raised her head and quietly glanced at his face with her peripheral vision, and saw that he was concentrating on watching the movie. I don't know why, but suddenly I felt a little unhappy. I rubbed my nose, snorted and concentrated on watching the movie.
"The Shawshank Redemption" is indeed a movie destined to go down in history. A large number of fixed shots bring the audience into that depressing prison, watching Andy enjoy himself in prison and seek hope from despair. , and was crushed when he saw hope. In the end, he relied on faith and wisdom to break the confinement of the prison and gain freedom.
This is not the first time Loren has watched this movie, but he can be immersed in it every time.
Hermione watched the last scene of the movie. Red followed the guidance left by Andy and reunited with his old friend at the beach. The two free souls celebrated each other... Probably because of the influence of the movie, she did not He resisted and shrank into Loren's arms again, muttering as he shared his feelings:
"Most movies will focus on finding out the truth and letting the protagonist clear his grievances, but this movie is very innovative..."
"Well..."
"The director hinted at the beginning, The truth is actually not important..."
"Well..."
"Some birds cannot be shut down. Every one of their wings shines with the brilliance of freedom. This is Tagore's poems..."
At the moment when Loren was about to perfunctory again, he noticed the girl's slightly dangerous gaze, pretended to think, moved his eyes down, and saw the small exposed calf. After a moment of pondering, he asked softly: "Are you cold?" Not cold?"
Hermione was still immersed in the emotion and philosophy brought by the movie, and nodded subconsciously without thinking too much.
"You should have said it earlier. You are such a big person and you don't even know you are cold..."
Loren muttered, then let go of his arms and held the girl's arms He pulled one foot over and covered it in his arms. His movements were natural and smooth, his expression was calm and composed, and he didn't give her any time to react.
Her feet felt a little itchy, and Hermione seemed to be able to feel the soft elastic touch and warm body temperature coming from his abdomen. Her whole body couldn't help but shrink slightly, and her legs froze.
This atmosphere did not last long, and the projector started playing the next movie at some point, Quentin's "Pulp Fiction".
Loren stared straight ahead, looking very seriously. This posture made Hermione relax a little.
However, out of sight of the girl, Loren glanced down from the corner of his eye, concentrating on admiring those well-proportioned and slender legs. They were soft to the touch, but he could feel the joints, separated by a layer of soft wool. Socks seemed to be able to feel the smooth skin. Unconsciously, the action of covering her for warmth turned into rubbing, and finally developed into a toying-like kneading.
Hermione stared at the screen, but the picture in her eyes was a little blurry, and her eyes were filled with water. She soon stopped feeling cold, and her skin began to feel slightly hot. A strange emotion began to appear in her eyes. My heart spreads.
It is not that they have not had physical contact before. Cross-neck kissing is a very familiar action, but this feeling is a little different from before.
After the movie ended, neither of them had any impression of the plot or anything else, but they both remembered the director named Quentin and always felt that he had some unknown hobby.
...
Ten o'clock in the evening.
After dinner at Granger's house, Loren returned home to wash up and go to bed. He closed his eyes and his consciousness sank into a dream, into the alchemy laboratory of the Book of Fantasy.
There is crystal red stone powder suspended on the operating table, glowing with a brilliant red light. This is the test product that Loren has been analyzing the magic stone and trying to reconstruct it these days.
"The magic power contained in the powder is still very thin and unstable, and is easily affected by the outside world..." Flamel has been doing test projects for him recently, as well as studying the two gems from the Department of Mysterious Affairs. Even his hobby of studying drama has been temporarily put aside, and I haven't seen him reading a book recently.
"After all, these imitation powders of the Magic Stone are just attempts using ordinary alchemy, with almost no reference to the "Book of Abraham". They were already anticipated before production..."
Loren put the powder Put it into the glass dish, not paying much attention to their performance: "Let's talk about those two gems. Have you discovered anything, Flamel?" The silver ghost floating in the air shook his head: "I can't touch them at all. Touching the golden gem soaked in the magic of time, as for the other magic gem stripped out of the planet room, it gave me some space inspiration."
"Tell me more about it. "
"According to your Muggle interpretation of natural science, space is an objective form of material existence relative to time... Space can be expressed by length, width, height, and size..."
Frammel is A master of alchemy, after he was fully exposed to Muggle scientific knowledge, he seemed to combine some profound magical principles with basic scientific principles, explaining it in a simple and easy-to-understand manner, but more comprehensively than before.
Loren seems to have returned to the days when he just opened the fantasy book, eagerly absorbing new knowledge.
...
The new year has just begun, and it is the time when the temperature in Little Hangleton is the lowest. Most villagers are more willing to stay at home, light firewood, and watch the fireplace A strong flame rises.
The elderly people watched the children who were at home during the holidays using iron sticks or wooden sticks to poke the stove fire, and stopped them with a smile. If a child cried, they would try to divert the child's attention, such as talking about the village. The house on the hillside outside is called Riddle's mansion.
If you are tired of hearing Riddle's story, some older people may mention another weird family, that family died earlier, and their surname was Gaunt.
On the outskirts of Great Hangleton, which is a few kilometers away from Little Hangleton, the dense nettle bushes are covered by snow, and some of the nettle branches and leaves still spread to the windows... No, there are no windows at all. , covered with thick accumulation of old dirt, the walls collapsed, the tiles were incomplete, ice and snow fell into the house along the gaps, the water vapor made the room damp and cold, black and green mold grew on the wooden furniture and beams, nearby There was an obscure smell of decay lingering.
In the main room where the shape could barely be seen, Voldemort gently shook his bloody fingers. The scabbed skin after extensive burns burst open, and disgusting pus mixed with blood flowed down. .
He looked at a young animal in the corner of the room. The deer was very thin, its skin almost hanging on the bones, its hair was withered, and even a little bald. The yellow and white spots were stained with a layer of gray and black. Looks very sick.
"Dear Severus, I know you are in pain. I know what it feels like to be stripped of your body. You are worse than a ghost, worse than the humblest wandering spirit. The pain exceeds everything and nothing can resist it. You can only possess the weakest creature like this, and you can't help yourself..."
Voldemort picked up the worn-out wand on the table. This was not his wand, it was the yew phoenix tail feather. The wand had been burned in Dumbledore's flames, and it was not Snape's wand. He didn't even save an inch of skin.
"Yes, I know, these days are very difficult, and every spell that can help us requires the use of a wand... I was too careless and obsessed with executing the most careful plan, so I was Frustration of luck and chance...but, but..."
Voldemort chuckled, this wand came from his dearest uncle, Morfin Gaunt, who died in Azkaban, and Those stupid Aurors actually buried him and his wand in the graveyard of Gaunt House.
"But we have passed the toughest time..."
Voldemort pointed the wand at himself. The wand may have sensed the same bloodline as the previous owner. The tip of the wand shone with crystal light. If someone braved the heavy snow and came to the suburbs and walked through the dense nettles, they would see it. The dilapidated windows of Gunter's old house emitted a silvery glow.
The blackened and suppurating scabs fell off quickly, the bloody skin slowly squirmed, and the white and tender new skin healed quickly.
After a few seconds, the fingers holding the wand became slender again. Pale, Voldemort showed a terrible smile, and his scarlet snake eyes became hollow and cold: "I swear, for the rest of my endless life, I will always remember these days and nights when I can't sleep, and remember how we dug out the grave inch by inch. Embarrassing figure..."
"I will let all wizards know who is the final winner!"
"Before that, I need a suitable wand..."< br>
…
Of all the half-Muggle, half-wizard settlements, perhaps the one on the far right is Godric's Hollow.
This existence in southwest Britain has given birth to many famous wizards. The name of the village comes from one of the founders of Hogwarts, Godric Gryffindor, who is also the wizard and goldsmith Bowman. ·The place where Wright built the first Golden Snitch, the cemetery is engraved with the surnames of the ancient wizard family...
Night falls, and in the dark blue sky, scattered stars shine.
This is the square in the center of the village, with Christmas decorations still preserved. Colored lights are hung around it, ribbons are flying on the Christmas tree, fragments of laughter can be heard from the houses on both sides of the street, and fragments of laughter can be heard from the small church. An ode to joy.
Accompanied by the sound of the air exploding, a hooded figure suddenly appeared, with a pale face and red vertical pupils that stood out in the dark night.
The wizard who suddenly appeared looked around and walked straight into a dark alley that was not illuminated by street lights. After a day of trampling by people, the snow on the roads in Godric's Hollow was compacted, making it hard and slippery.
After passing several houses, he turned to a door, walked into the path, passed through a deserted garden, and came to the door. The visitor withdrew with a sinister smile and raised his hand to knock lightly.
"Who is it?"
A hoarse old woman answered the door. She was too old, her white hair was sparse, her scalp was clearly visible, and her face was covered with intermittent wrinkles. There are blood vessels and age spots, and the eyes are deeply sunk in the transparent skin folds, with thick cataracts inside. He is so old that his back is stooped, and he is extremely short. His bruised and purple knuckles stand out against the peeling paint, like dead vines.
The room smelled of old mold, dust, dirty clothes and spoiled food, but Voldemort did not dislike it: "Bathilda?"
"I am..." The old man's voice was particularly hoarse. , "You are?"
Voldemort did not answer the question, but said to himself: "I trusted those incompetent servants so much and entrusted everything to them that I forgot to use my own brain. Thinking, so I ignored a question, how could a person who stole the Elder Wand remain anonymous? "
Bathilda faintly noticed that something was wrong, and her old body struggled to exert some force: "No matter what. Who are you? I advise you to leave as soon as possible!"
"As long as he has emerged, as the oldest and most knowledgeable historian of magic in the world, Bathilda Bagshot will definitely recognize him. …"
Voldemort reached out to stop the door that the old man wanted to close, and a picture popped up between his index and middle fingers, which showed a blond boy with a bright smile: "Tell me, his name..."
Powerful magic Spreading out from those scarlet vertical pupils.
Poke straight into the old man's head.
(End of this chapter)
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