Popular Web NovelsChapter 645 Wu's OrphanageChapter 645 Wu's Orphanage
There are six such glass bottles in Loren's pendant space.
If there is no other potion master in the school and no one else has mastered the magic of time, then these two bottles of elixir should be the two bottles he brewed with his own hands last night and witnessed the packaging with his own eyes.
Hermione walked lightly to her original position and sat down, handing one of the bottles to Loren:
"Professor Slughorn gave it to me, and one bottle belongs to you. One bottle belongs to me. He said it was a reward for the first potions lesson and he promised it to us at the time."
Loren thought that this old professor who had returned from retirement was quite interesting. He pushed it back and forth last night and thought it was over, but it turned out that he was waiting here. In any case, both sides were not losing money, so he didn't bother to think about it and kept the blessing elixir calmly.
He chuckled and said: "Professor Slughorn is quite interesting. Although he pursues material comfort, he is not greedy for the elixir he obtained."
Hermione nodded: " Although he prefers club members, he does not ignore other students because of this. He is a good professor with some shortcomings."
"He just looks at me strangely"
"..."
Hermione glanced at Mrs. Pince in front of the bookshelf, pursed her lips and said nothing, picked up the quill and dipped it in ink again, and continued writing her unfinished translation assignment.
Loren lowered his head to read, deliberately making a concentrated expression. When the administrator lady's gaze shifted, he began to talk about the precautions related to the Fuling Elixir. His voice was very low and his lips barely moved.
"...The dosage in the glass bottle is enough for several times. Be careful not to use it continuously, as there is a risk of addiction."
"Don't worry, there is nothing worth using Fu in school. Where's the elixir?"
"Final exam"
"How could I..."
Hermione was about to retort when she looked up and found that this man was staring at her silently, his eyes were a bit scary, and she couldn't help but shrink her neck.
Just thinking about it, but not practicing it.
...
Seven thirty in the evening.
The moon is also very round tonight.
After dinner, they went back to the lounge to sit for a while. Loren and Harry left the portrait hole and headed to the principal's office for Dumbledore's appointment.
It was not yet time to turn off the lights, and the two of them walked through the corridor side by side. Occasionally they met some familiar faces on the way, Gryffindor running around, Hufflepuff bringing food to the rooftop for dinner, There was the occasional Ravenclaw exploring the castle, almost no Slytherins, portraits in frames, and transparent figures emerging from behind the walls without warning.
"Two of spades, conflict…"
"Seven of spades, omen…"
"..."
A faint female voice muttered.
Loren slowed down: "Did you hear anything?"
"No...?"
A woman in black robe suddenly jumped out from the corner, The face was thin, with anguish and sorrow, and a pair of big eyes occasionally moved around. It was Professor Trelawney.
She smelled of sherry, and she was shuffling a dirty deck of playing cards in her hands. While reading the numbers on the cards, she said to herself: "Ten of spades, violence... Jack of spades, a black The young man with the hair... Sigh, this is definitely not right."
Loren and Harry watched her retreat away, not surprised.
Ever since Firenze the centaur joined Hogwarts as another Divination professor, Trelawney has been restless and suspicious all day long, thinking that Professor McGonagall wants to fire her. Little wizards often She can be seen pestering Dumbledore for an explanation. Harry looked back, seeming to remember something, and asked hesitantly: "Loren, do you know how to interpret dreams?"
"I have studied divination class."
"I know, but Ron and I never listen carefully."
"I sleep better than you during class."
"At least you read the book carefully."< br>
"If you ask me, why don't you catch up and ask Professor Trelawney, she will definitely be willing to interpret your dreams."
"Forget it, no matter what the dream is, she will interpret the ominous signs for me. If you are lucky, you will get injured, if you are unlucky, you will die."
Loren probably guessed his dream and said vaguely: "I can't interpret dreams, but I can listen to you..."
"It's a dream. When you wake up in the morning, you forget most of it, only a small part." I remember part of it very clearly."
Harry looked at the empty corridor with soft eyes, "I remember it started from that night, the night I hung Ron upside down... Since then, I have been doing it every day. I would dream at night, dreaming about when my mother was young, for example, she and Aunt Petunia were actually very close, for example, she showed her magical talent and received the admission notice to Hogwarts..."
At that time The Evans family was very happy. It turned out that Aunt Petunia did not reject magic at first, and even envied her sister's talent...
"It's weird, right?" Harry scratched his head, "Honestly, every night I can I was quite happy to see my mother in my dream."
Loren shook his head and said nothing. He knew that Harry didn't need to interpret the dream, he just wanted to find someone to talk to.
"…"
Eight o'clock in the evening.
The two arrived outside the principal's office on time and knocked on the door. Dumbledore sat behind the desk and invited them to take a seat with a smile.
"I think you all remember the story of the Gaunt family, Marvolo and Monet being imprisoned, Merope marrying the handsome Muggle and eventually being abandoned and left alone London, sold Slytherin's locket for ten galleons, struggled to conceive the child, and chose to die on the night of delivery..."
Loren's mind flashed back to the weekend of his second year, when Dumbledore took him to Little Hangleton and told Merope's story outside Gaunt's old house.
The moonlight quietly entered the house. Dumbledore put the wand against his temple, drew out a wisp of silver smoke, gently put it into the pensieve, and then stirred, "The moon tonight is very suitable for adventure. We are going to 60 Years ago, go meet the child who will become Voldemort in the future."
Harry was already experienced, so he dived into the Pensieve without any further questions.
Loren raised his head and glanced at the old principal, then leaned over and plunged into the cold memories in the stone basin.
As if falling from a high place, the feeling of weightlessness lasted for a few seconds. After stepping firmly on his feet and opening his eyes, Loren found himself on a busy old-fashioned street. Harry and Dumbledore were observing A tall young man.
That was Dumbledore when he was young. Although his beard and hair were already very long, they had not turned gray yet, but were very energetic and auburn. He was wearing an elegant purple velvet suit and rushed in front of a carriage. Cross the street and stride forward along the sidewalk.
"What a beautiful dress, sir."
"What a beautiful beard, sir,"
Dumbledore chuckled softly after hearing the compliments from the two men. , pulling the two of them to follow quickly.
We walked a short distance, passed through a large iron gate, and finally walked into a bare yard. Behind the yard is a gloomy, closed building surrounded by high railings.
There is a bronze door plate nailed in front of the door:
"Wu's Orphanage"
(End of this chapter)
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