days at Hogwarts

The night is getting darker, the moon is gradually rising, and the forest in mid-spring is already a little lively. The chirping of insects and birds that come out at night and day passes through the cracks in the window and floats into the ears, but it has a sense of tranquility.

The slow rising and falling breathing of the roommates could be heard in the dormitory, and Neville's was the most obvious.

The curtains of the four-poster bed fell gently. Loren, who had been lying on the bed for most of the night, yawned. The thread-like thoughts in his mind were intertwined and were being sorted out bit by bit.

When did Crouch's problems begin?

Loren lay flat on the mattress, a series of images and sounds flashing through his mind, starting from the first time he saw Crouch at the Quidditch World Cup in Devon, and gradually transitioning to abandoning Winky because of the Dark Mark. He was still the real Crouch then.

Until the opening of the Triwizard Tournament and Crouch arrived at Hogwarts...

Since Professor Moody is disguised as Barty Crouch Jr., it is impossible for him to remain calm and rational in the face of his real father. Just mentioning it slightly this afternoon caused violent mood swings, not to mention that he was still talking to Crouch. Qi had a lot of fun chatting with each other on many occasions.

In addition, Professor Snape also reminded him that there was something wrong with Crouch.

At first, Loren only thought that Crouch was controlled by the Dementioning Curse, or that Lestrange was pretending to be him, but now he has other guesses...

Voldemort hid the mystery of his life experience very well. Even to his most loyal servants, he would not necessarily tell Little Hangleton his address, not to mention that part of his proud bloodline came from his Muggle father.

Assuming that the cemetery where Crouch took leave today to pay homage was indeed the Little Hangleton Cemetery, then he was most likely disguised as Voldemort himself or manipulated.

The three conditions required for Voldemort's resurrection are that his father's bones have been exhumed from the grave, the servant's limbs are available at any time, and now only the blood of his enemy Harry is left...

Judging from the long memories in his mind, Crouch went to Little Hangleton not only to dig graves, but also to make portkeys, all just waiting for Harry to touch the Goblet of Fire.

When the competition ends and the audience cheers, people will be surprised to find that Voldemort is the ultimate winner.

Loren tried to take stock of the current situation.

The Death Eater community is currently in disarray. Most of Voldemort's die-hard loyalists are still imprisoned in Azkaban. The forces represented by Lucius Malfoy are still waiting and watching. Some people are gradually frightened by the increasingly obvious mark of the Dark Lord. He is restless and planning to escape far away, like Karkaroff.

As long as Voldemort is resurrected and summoned, these people will basically succumb to fear and become Voldemort's slaves.

The forces on the positive side are also in disarray. The Ministry of Magic of various countries has different ideas. A large number of officials headed by Cornelius Fudge occupy their positions and do nothing. They only pursue their own interests and power, and have basically no ability to resist the Death Eaters.

Fortunately, the main advantage in combat power was huge. Dumbledore had already noticed something was wrong with Moody and Crouch. Maybe he didn't know the specific ritual of Voldemort's resurrection, but he definitely knew what they were planning.

Loren frowned lightly. In this case, the situation would become clearer.

Either Dumbledore directly sabotaged Voldemort's resurrection ceremony, or Dumbledore was waiting for Voldemort to be completely resurrected, and then planned to completely eliminate him.

Judging from the current situation, Loren speculated that Dumbledore was more inclined to the latter option. This old principal who was more than a hundred years old had an unusually high sense of responsibility. He would not allow the unkillable ghost of the Dark Lord to remain after his death. Wandering in the sky above the magical world, he is resurrected every ten years and triggers riots to purge mixed-blood wizards.

He has collected three Horcruxes: the Crown, the Gold Cup, and the Ring. The diary has been destroyed, and now only the locket from the Black Mansion is left, Harry's lightning-shaped scar, and the living Horcrux that replaced Nagini.

"The Second Wizarding War is inevitable..."

The thoughts in Loren's mind flashed away, his eyes swept across the curtains on the bed frame, and he murmured softly with deep thought: "So the most important thing right now is to improve your strength..."

His right hand reached under the pillow, and his index finger gently touched the wand icon on the book. Silver light flashed in Loren's eyes, and his consciousness gradually sank into the fantasy book.

……

Book of Fantasy, Duel Classroom.

"Have you thought it through?" Flamel frowned slightly, "Do you really want me to imitate the image of your dean to practice dueling with you?"

Loren nodded slightly: "Since I dreamed about the comet hitting Jupiter last summer, the magic power in my body has grown to an incredible intensity. Not only is it far beyond the average adult wizard, I even think it has surpassed the school professor."

Flamel had a weird expression: "You don't think that you can beat your professors just by relying on magic power, do you?"

"Do I look stupid?" Loren rolled his eyes. "I was thinking that since magic is no longer weak, what I lack is dueling experience and skills. Anyway, I won't be hurt in the Book of Fantasy. Increase Difficulty is not a bad thing. What do you think, Flamel?"

"Hard-working children always deserve encouragement." Flamel nodded slightly, the smile on his face faded, and a silver soft light flowed along his body, spreading like ripples throughout his body.

After a few seconds, the light faded, and a cold-faced Professor McGonagall appeared on the spot, wearing a simple and solemn bun, and a black magic robe. There was a pair of bright eyes on his slightly old face, exuding strong oppression. .

Before she could stand still, Loren waved his wand suddenly and shouted in a deep voice: "Expelliarmus"

The wand trembled slightly, and a misty and brilliant red light emerged from the rod. The red light surged at an incredible speed, surging like water and converging on the tip of the wand, turning into a beam of dazzling, brilliant and crystal red light, which burst out.

Flamel, who looked like a professor, said softly, an interesting light flashed in his eyes, he held the wand in the middle of his index finger, flipped his wrist, and the abandoned tables and chairs on both sides of the classroom suddenly flew towards him.

The wooden tables and chairs quickly transformed into two stone mountains during the flight. Under the bombardment of the disarming spell, they turned into hundreds of small pieces of gravel, which fell rustlingly, mixed with gray stone powder.

"Professor McGonagall" stood leisurely in mid-air, twirling her wand. She smiled softly and said: "Dueling does not rely solely on magic power, especially in the field of transformation. Wisdom can often make a little bit of magic power work a hundred times a thousand times."

Loren was also a little distracted. This was the first time he had released the disarming spell with all his strength. Judging from the thickness of the beam alone, the abundance and power of the magic was actually several times thicker than Harry's disarming spell.

But even with this powerful spell, Flamel only used a summoning spell and an ordinary transformation spell to resist it.

"Then I want to see how you deal with the transformation technique."

A trace of crystal blue light flashed in Loren's eyes, and he flipped the wand in his hand. Hundreds of insubstantial transformation magic fell on the gravel on the floor. Transparent water ripples appeared. The gravel quickly began to stretch and become slender, and the surface Diamond-shaped scales arranged in layers emerged, hundreds of venomous snakes crawling and twisting, and the sound of hissing tongues was endless.

At the same time, he kept activating all kinds of magic spells.

The poisonous snake moved forward quickly, the surface of its fangs glowing with crystal water. The magic beams flew, and the trance was like a group of snakes attacking.

"Professor McGonagall" took his time, turning the hem of his clothes and moving back a few feet lightly, causing most of the spells to fail. Then he threw out a transformation spell, and the stone powder under his feet flipped forward like water waves.