Days at Hogwarts

Chapter 791 About the Plan

The moonlight was clear and bright, and the lake surface was crystal clear.

The oars parted the waves, and the sea of ​​clouds surged forth.

The bright and clear starlight and moonlight tonight make the Black Lake appear even clearer and more transparent.

Hermione sat in a narrow wooden boat, surrounded by rippling water and shimmering moonlight. Hogwarts and the Forbidden Forest were now enveloped in the tranquility of the night. A hazy mist rose from the lake, and silver light spilled onto the ground, making the whole world seem draped in a light veil, giving it an ethereal and otherworldly feel.

Seven years ago, on the night they arrived at Hogwarts, they also crossed the Black Lake by boat in the same way. They couldn't remember if the moonlight that night was as clear as it is tonight.

Time seems to be compressed and folded; what the eye can see is this moment, while the images reflected in the mind are those from another time, always giving one a sense of bewilderment and daze.

"Splash..."

The oars parted the water, creating crisp ripples, and Loren's familiar voice came from beside him: "What are you thinking about?"

"I miss it a little..."

Hermione withdrew her gaze from the distant horizon and turned to look.

Under the pale moonlight and the shimmering lake, his handsome face was framed by a citrus-flavored lollipop. He stared intently at the lake, his expression as usual, seemingly finding the ripples fascinating.

This guy is always like this. Even though it was late when he returned to the castle from Hogsmeade, the moonlight was beautiful tonight, so he suddenly had the idea to take her boating on the Black Lake. There was no specific route or plan. He just picked a few leaves and turned them into a wooden boat and oars, and they drifted wherever they wanted.

Whether it's the alchemy that's ahead of its time or the incredible dueling abilities, after several years together, I've gotten used to these things. The most vivid memories are actually those scenes unrelated to magic: daydreaming and spacing out in class, chatting and combing my hair in the common room, wielding a spatula in the kitchen, or telling stories I've heard or made up whenever I feel like it...

When did Loren begin that grand plan?

Hermione was still somewhat dazed as she recalled her conversation with Jorgins during the day.

Loren seemed to understand her thoughts and said softly, "Actually, I had related ideas a long time ago, but it was probably on the night of the Earth World Cup that the idea began to sprout and grow into a concrete plan."

"Because of the suffering Mr. Roberts endured?"

"Mr. Roberts was just the trigger; all the irreconcilable conflicts between Muggles and wizards before that were the nourishment for the seed to sprout."

"So that's how it is. No wonder the Mermaid Elder wanted to see you before he died..."

Hermione suddenly understood many things. She continued to sit, gazing into the distance in a daze, as if she vaguely sensed that an era was approaching.

"call……"

Deep in the forbidden forest, a winged beast with the head of an eagle and the body of a horse flapped its wings and soared into the sky, seemingly wanting to go to the moon. After flying a distance, it realized that it was too far away, so it spread its wings and turned around in an instant, swooping back into the forest. The clouds and mist were parted, leaving long trails.

"Splash..."

Waves crashed on the lake again, this time not from oars, but from a giant squid surfacing, only half its head showing. It was still enormous, its huge, dark eyes staring at them. It sank back to the bottom after a long time, creating another wave of churning.

It was concerned for the students and only left after confirming there was no danger.

It's a kind giant squid.

Hermione leaned slightly to the side, resting her head on his shoulder: "Go through it with me again, there are some parts I don't understand."

"Emmm..."

Loren pursed his lips and hesitated for a moment. He figured the girl must be a little cold to have leaned against him like a human hand warmer, so he decided to retaliate by using her as a cushion and pulling her closer.

"Do you remember the story I told you that night we watched the sunrise in Florida?"

Hermione nodded, a few strands of hair brushing against Loren's nose, tickling him slightly: "The history of wizarding is divided into four periods. All magical beings collectively construct a kind of macro-consciousness. Whenever magical civilization falls into stagnation, this macro-consciousness will manifest itself, guiding wizards out of their predicament through prophecy, constantly expanding the boundaries of magical civilization... We are currently in the transitional phase between the third and fourth periods. Wizards will absorb the essence of technological civilization, learn their way of thinking, and create a more prosperous new century, while also harboring an even heavier crisis..."

"Miss Know-It-All has a really good memory."

Loren inhaled the fragrance of her hair and continued, "The magical civilization has lasted for thousands of years. Many legendary wizards left behind many things. By various coincidences, these things have come together in my hands, like pieces of a puzzle completing each other."

"What do you mean?"

"Abraham left behind the method of crafting Philosopher's Stones. In the past, chosen wizards would decipher books, acquire alchemical knowledge, and combine it with their own characteristics to craft Philosopher's Stones with different effects, such as Nicolas Flamel's ability to turn lead into gold and achieve immortality, and Professor Snape's ability to bring the dead back to life. My process of deciphering the Book of Abraham was like being guided by a higher-dimensional magical consciousness combined with my thinking."

"Tell me more about it."

"Looking back, the Book of Abraham was initially just trying to guide me to create a magic stone with extraordinary properties, which led me to Bloody Mary. Later, we also encountered the hand mirror in Dean Forest and Dementors on the cruise ship, thus obtaining the Soul Stone that guides fear. If things had gone according to plan, my magic stone might have been related to dreams or emotions."

Hermione recalled the mirror in her hand and nodded thoughtfully: "So later you studied Dementors and Boggarts, using fear as a starting point to study the connection between the soul and the body... If that mirror in her hand were to be further improved, it could be transformed into a new Philosopher's Stone, a Philosopher's Stone that can stir the mind and bewitch the soul."

Loren frowned. "Why does it sound like some evil dark wizard, like that despicable Helbo?"

"Oh, that's not important, go on." Hermione nuzzled his cheek, adopting a coquettish and comforting posture.

Loren pursed his lips, realizing he couldn't resist the woman's charm, and had no choice but to forgive her:

"Later, the direction of interpreting the Book of Abraham changed. I don't know what triggered this change. Perhaps it was a few snake pictures pointing to Slytherin, perhaps it was the magic power of the fairy Morgan that I inherited, perhaps it was the conversation with Daisy Dodridge in the space-time rift, or perhaps it was as I realized that the conflict between technological civilization and magical civilization was irreconcilable, so some ideas began to sprout, and that macroscopic magical consciousness learned of my thoughts."

Loren's dark eyes reflected a silvery light, and his voice softened, as if he wanted to blend into the hazy moonlight. Hermione tilted her head and saw his expression, and couldn't help but tighten her grip on his hand.

"The Book of Abraham underwent a wondrous transformation. At first, it merely carried my consciousness to witness the scene of Comet Shoemaker-Levy colliding with Jupiter. Then, it carried my consciousness to travel around the stars, to distances of billions of light-years and beyond the limits of cognition. Until the last time I deciphered this magical book, it even directly teleported me to countless light-years away, allowing me to witness firsthand the answer given by that magical consciousness in combination with my thoughts—the answer to resolving irreconcilable contradictions in the future."

"The Promised Land of Magic," Hermione said softly.

Loren grasped her hand in return, his tone tinged with emotion: "In the real world, my magic has grown stronger and stronger. Each interpretation is a magical awakening. This growth is even exponential. In just a few years, I have grown from a student who has not yet graduated into a legendary wizard who is on par with Dumbledore and Voldemort. This is a change that no sage has ever experienced before. Nicolas Flamel has been forging Philosopher's Stones for hundreds of years. After his magic reached the limit of his talent, it no longer grew indefinitely. It was at this time that I gradually realized that something was wrong."

"I thought it was because of the fairy Morgan."

"In fact, that is indeed the case."

Loren's voice was gentle and calm: "That macroscopic magical consciousness does not possess true wisdom, nor does it have an objectively existing entity. It is merely a collection of the consciousnesses of countless magical beings. It cannot directly influence reality, but can only guide the magical world to develop in a more prosperous direction to a limited extent. The magic I possess is based on the bloodline of the fairy Morgan, attracting and infusing the gifts of the stars and time."

"and then?"

"Then I started to consciously pay attention to these incredible things, and gradually I found that the conditions required to implement the plan were becoming more and more mature. You know what happened next."

Loren looked down into her eyes: "I obtained Merlin's time-space magic from the Department of Magical Affairs. Inspired by this magic, and combining it with the research results of Dementors and Boggarts, I proposed a new theoretical basis for spatial teleportation and gradually designed a new device."

He paused briefly: "In conjunction with the Magical Congress of the United States and the Ministry of Magic of the United Kingdom, we will make a mandatory request at the International Wizarding Union Conference this summer, and with the resources of pure-blood families, to promote the new spatial teleportation device to the whole world. Through the basic theory of soul and body, we will identify magical beings, and use my consciousness combined with the astrological positioning magic found by Iphamoni to determine the coordinates, so that before the new era arrives, we can carry all magical life to the Promised Land."

Hermione's eyes widened slightly, her breathing becoming somewhat labored.

Although we had already glimpsed a corner of it during the day, we still couldn't help but feel a thrill when the whole grand plan was now revealed before our eyes.

Ripples spread across the lake, and the moonlight swayed accordingly.

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After a long while, Hermione came to her senses and asked softly, "Does Dumbledore know about this plan?"

"I didn't tell him, but I think the old guy definitely knows."

"..."

Hermione ignored his impolite words and continued, "How long will the whole plan take? What if someone disagrees? Can you confirm the living conditions there?"

"How would I know?"

"??"

Luo Lunren said confidently, "I'm just a student who hasn't graduated yet. My main job is studying and taking exams. I occasionally deal with Voldemort on the side, and I study alchemy in my spare time. How can I think about so many other things? The new space device hasn't even been developed yet, and there are still problems to solve in mass production."

"But the International Wizarding Congress is only three months away!"

"Let's just have it. If this General Assembly isn't finished, we can just postpone it to the next one. There's no rush..."

Loren paused for a moment, then pondered for a moment: "The mermaids are in a hurry; if this drags on any longer, they'll become endangered."

"So what are you planning to do?"

"If you have any questions, talk to the principal."

"..."

The small wooden boat drifted quietly on the lake.

The moon slowly sank behind the hill.

As the sky turned a pale white, a red sun rose above the horizon. After watching the sunrise, the two left the lake and strolled back to the castle. The sunlight streamed in, casting a soft golden glow. The castle's outer stone walls bore mottled, intricate colors and patterns. Some towers were carved from massive stones, embedded directly into the thick ground. Each tower's top was adorned with exquisite carvings, though some had weathered and eroded, becoming dilapidated and unrecognizable from their original state.

The magic castle is full of traces of time and the passage of years.

……

In late April, spring was in full bloom.

With the Easter break over, the last Quidditch match of the school year began, once again featuring Gryffindor versus Slytherin.

Loren tried to communicate with Professor McGonagall. Seven years had passed since he first watched a Quidditch game, sitting in the commentary booth. The once naive child was now graduating and leaving school. For his final Quidditch match, he had only one request—

He took his seat back at the commentary booth.

Principal McGonagall remained expressionless and refused decisively.

The atmosphere in the stadium was just as intense as it had been during the finals in previous years.

Everything seemed the same as before. Students in the stands waved flags embroidered with roaring lions and serpents, professors sat in the front row, Vice-Headmasters McGonagall and Snape chatted and laughed, while Professors Flitwick and Sprout listened to their sarcastic remarks with somewhat subtle expressions. Only Dumbledore watched the teams warming up on the field with a smile. The players on both sides still glared at each other, eager to teach the other a lesson.

Only the seventh graders were somewhat sentimental, as this was the last time they would watch their school's Quidditch match.

The whistle blew, and the game began.

Slytherin's special training paid off. They used their physical strength to knock several Gryffindor players away early on, and their initial attacks were successful, giving them a 30-point lead at one point. However, the Gryffindor team displayed better teamwork, keeping the score close. Gradually adapting to the game's rhythm, they launched a counterattack, quickly taking the lead.

The focus of the match shifted to the Seekers. Harry and Draco's figures became two intertwined lines. Even before they could see the Golden Snitch, their speed had already reached the limit of their brooms. The powerful wind resistance distorted their faces, and they clenched their teeth together, their eyes wide open, neither willing to give the other any breathing space.

"Tsk, if we lose this match, I'm afraid we won't be able to swallow this humiliation for decades."

Loren, always eager for drama, grinned and said, "Just comparing Earth's strength is boring. I hope they can arrange a duel after the competition. It seems a bit unfair to Draco, though. Why not arrange a hand-to-hand combat? So he won't have any regrets before graduation..."

Hermione remained expressionless and ignored him.

(End of this chapter)