The days of hanging out at Hogwarts

The Gryffindor common room was empty. Almost all the young wizards had gone to attend the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor's teaching class on the Patronus Charm. The large common room was reserved for one person.

There is a lounge chair in the best position in front of the fireplace. The little wizard is sleeping peacefully on it. His fine black curly hair is a bit messy and his long eyelashes tremble from time to time. Although his face has not fully grown, you can already see a bit of elegance and handsomeness. temperament.

He was holding a strange silver-white tome in his hand. On the cover was a strange little picture, in which a mysterious wizard with gray hair and a mysterious silver-white light exuded from his eyes.

If someone looks at him at this time, the mysterious wizard may wink at the visitor and pull the person into a world full of strange magic...

Maybe a smelly potions room?

The flame in the hearth was burning vigorously. Occasionally, firewood would crackle and burst, and the flame would take advantage of this moment to expand, creating a warm heat wave.

The warm heat wave hit his face, and the little wizard couldn't help but smile with enjoyment. The silver light on the mysterious book dissipated, and Loren slowly opened his eyes.

"Liriodendron tree resin... full moon dew..."

He recalled the ratios he had just found in the book of fantasy, and after confirming the dosages of several key materials, he breathed a sigh of relief.

The materials and environment in the Book of Fantasy can be freely adjusted by him. Coupled with the experience gained from Rafflesia last month, the time to determine the dosage is greatly shortened.

Now, we only have to wait until the middle of the month to start brewing the leopard skin version of the wolfsbane potion.

Professor Lupine's life is not in danger.

"It went smoothly beyond my expectation... Merlin bless you."

Feeling the heat wave rising from the fire, a smile appeared on Loren's face. He looked at the clock on the wall. It was still a quarter of an hour before nine o'clock, and it should be some time before the end of the Patronus Charm course.

Staring at the fireplace, the red flames were like hydrangeas blown by the wind, gorgeous and bright... The lounge was quiet.

"Hermione hasn't come back yet..."

Loren's thoughts were racing, and he once again considered the subject of black magic and soul magic.

What is the nature of black magic and how does it affect the soul?

Do those magics have an effect on the soul once practiced, or do they only work when used on people...

What is the difference between the Unforgivable Curse and the evil magic that lies in the twilight zone?

Loren took out his wand and held it up in front of his eyes to observe carefully. Apple wood is a kind of gray-brown wood. During the process of making the wand, it was oiled and dried in the sun, making it look darker and not as white as the oak wand.

Under the bright firelight, every texture is very clear, revealing a uniform beauty.

He still remembered Mr. Ollivander's evaluation of this wand: apple wood was suitable for dueling, and the phoenix tail feathers would unleash extraordinary potential.

The wand core made of phoenix tail feathers has no deflection problem, but the unicorn hair does. Unicorns are a symbol of purity, and it is difficult for wizards to use black magic with wands made of unicorn tail feathers.

Ron, Malfoy, Neville, Cedric, Lupin...even Quirrell, the few people he knew who used unicorn hair wand cores, didn't seem to embody this characteristic.

So what exactly is black magic?

"The Shadowless Curse of the Divine Edge is black magic, is it the Shattering Curse?" Loren murmured.

crackling——

The firewood in the fireplace crackled, and the flames spread across the ground. The flames licked the red bricks outside the fireplace, adding a trace of black smoke.

Loren's eyes lit up, and he thought of a dark magic that was very suitable for exploring.

Touching the book of fantasy with his fingers, Loren and the eyes of the figure on the small picture flashed a silvery white light at the same time, and he fell into sleep again.

Flamel in the library looked at the little wizard who suddenly appeared in front of him, wrinkled his nose subconsciously, and asked in disgust: "Didn't you finish the potion? What are you doing back?"

Loren looked at him with bright eyes: "Professor, I want to learn the Fire Spell."

"Fire Spell?" Flamel subconsciously wanted to refuse, but suddenly remembered something and fell into thinking.

As Loren's personal professor, Flamel realized that Loren would have a long lifespan and there would be plenty of time in the future, so he started on the road to peace - normal teaching, normal progress, no rush, no rush, no hen. Obsessed with muggle art.

Loren, a good student with good talent, good brain, and good studies, has always made him happy. However, some changes have happened recently, giving Flamel a headache.

At first he thought it was just a simple soul-absorbing stone, but who knew that this child accidentally discovered the magic power contained in the soul and devoted himself to exploring the soul.

He didn't even think about it, could a third-year student understand this?

He even became obsessed with the exploration of black magic.

Don't teach him. Flamel is worried that he will rely on his outstanding talents to teach himself in the outside world. The most troublesome thing is that according to Loren's ability, it is really possible for him to summon fierce fire.

I just can't tell whether I can control it...

Thinking of the characteristics of strong fire that burns nothing and is difficult to extinguish, Flamel was a little worried that Albus would wake up one morning and suddenly find that Hogwarts Castle, which had been passed down by teachers and students for thousands of years, had been burned down.

Calculating it this way, the virtual fantasy world of the Book of Fantasy is indeed very suitable for practicing the Fire Spell...

Besides, Li Huo is different from the Unforgivable Curse, not that evil.

Flamel was silent for a moment, then waved his sleeves to change the scene to a duel classroom, and nodded slightly to Loren: "Let me first tell you the theoretical knowledge of the Fire Curse."

So easy to talk to?

Loren was a little surprised, he thought he was going to have a fight with Flamel.

"Fiendfire, this word means the devil's flame from hell." Flamel explained with a solemn face, "It belongs to a branch of magic summoned under Transfiguration. Its invention and origin cannot be verified. But its power runs deep.”

"Wait a minute." Loren interrupted, "The Fire Curse is actually a transformation spell?"

"Who wouldn't be surprised by this..." Flamel spread his hands, "In terms of type, the Fire Curse does belong to the summoning category under the transformation spell. This also means that the difficulty of casting the Fire Curse is very low. Even a young wizard who has not graduated can perform it.

"But! Even the Durmstrang Magic School, which is world-famous for its tolerance of black magic, dare not teach this spell to its students easily." Flamel looked at Loren seriously.

"As the old wizards say, it is easier to light a fire than to put it out."

A gray-white wand suddenly appeared in Flamel's hand. He held the wand in his right hand, pointing towards the palm of his left hand, and flowing flames flowed from the tip of the wand.

The incomparably bright crimson flame passed smoothly through the field of vision, leaving a blue-black shadow on the path. This was the stress reaction of the eyes after being exposed to strong light.

And the blue-black shadow was quickly occupied by the flames that followed, in a steady stream.

Before the flames began to spread, a scorching heat wave had already distorted the space, and Loren could feel it even from a distance.

Flamel quickly cut off the wand flame with superb control, raised the flame burning in his hand, and breathed out at the fireball.

The flames suddenly rose and turned into a huge black dragon from the Hesidian Islands. Its wings were covered with skulls, and the wing membranes under the wing skeletons were filled with rolling flames. The fire dragon opened its mouth and squeezed the air with its disembodied flame throat. The twisted space let out a shrill roar, and continuous pillars of fire spewed out from its ferocious mouth.

Flamel stood aside, his virtual body looming: "After successful summons, the magic fire of the caster's wand will continuously flow out and become more and more powerful. As the wand is waved, these flames will It can mimic the appearance of some monsters and constantly hunt down almost any flammable object regardless of friend or foe...

"Only when everything that can burn is swallowed up and no ash is left, the flame will extinguish itself. In history, there are countless wizards who have destroyed their families because of Li Huo. Therefore, although Li Huo can use counter-spells and general breaking spells, Forcibly extinguished, everyone is still taboo about it."

Flamel flew to Loren's side and said in a deep voice: "Unless you have the necessary confidence, do not summon the fierce fire in the real world."

In the closed duel classroom, the churning flames were like a boiling sea, and the huge crimson waves were rushing and washing away with unstoppable power...

There was still some time before lights out, and the torches in the corridor outside Gryffindor Tower illuminated most of the way. After thanking the Fat Lady, Hermione got into the portrait hole and walked into the common room.

The fire in the fireplace was blazing, and Hermione saw the figure on the couch at a glance, and walked over in small steps. The man was breathing evenly, his brows were slightly furrowed, and he looked like he was sleeping uneasily.

I don't know why, but I always feel that he is more pleasing to the eye when he is asleep.

Hermione pursed her lips and smiled softly, reaching out to smooth his brow.

The moment her white fingers touched his eyebrows, Loren opened his eyes, and Hermione saw a flame-like brilliance in his pupils.

"You're back..." Loren pushed her hand away, looked at Hermione who seemed to be in a daze, and waved his hand in front of her eyes, "What's wrong with you?"

"Yes, I'm back." Hermione agreed, looked into his eyes doubtfully, and then turned to look at the fireplace behind her.

Is it the fire in the fireplace?

It seems different.

"What topic did you discuss with the professor this time? The survival of mankind or the development of wizards?"

Loren kneaded the girl's fingers. They were white, tender and soft to the touch, especially the soft flesh between the knuckles. The skin was tight and elastic, but the flesh was soft and felt very good.

Feeling this man's little movements, Hermione was a little speechless, wondering when did he become so unscrupulous?

Hermione took out her little hand and slapped him on the forehead angrily: "Professor Babbling came to see me. I have finished learning the basic numbers of ancient runes, and she wanted to expand my knowledge."

"Say what you say, why are you hitting people..." Loren rubbed his forehead and muttered, "I'm not happy to give you a massage."

Loren raised his hand in front of her and said generously: "Then you can massage it for me."

Just when Hermione was about to give him a hard massage, the portrait hole opened, and the little wizards walked into the lounge one after another, talking happily about the patron saints of several professors they met tonight.

"I declare that Professor Lupine's Patronus is the coolest!"

"Professor Flitwick is!"

"Yes, even though he did not reveal his physical patron saint, the radiance of his patron saint illuminated the entire auditorium!"

"But Professor McGonagall can summon three patron saints at the same time!"

"Isn't that an application of transfiguration?"

"..."

Among the excited little wizards, Ron and Neville helped the weak Harry to the fireplace and laid him down on a lounge chair.

"What happened to Harry?" Loren asked.

Hermione looked over curiously.

Harry's expression was numb, his eyes were unfocused and seemed to have lost their light.

Ron lay on the chair panting and waved for Neville to come and speak.

Neville paused and said, "Professor Lupine asked Harry to demonstrate how to deal with the dementors turned into Boggarts. Harry did not distance himself and got too close, and then..."

He didn't finish his sentence, but both Loren and Hermione knew the characteristics of Harry's double-weak dementors and probably guessed the next scene.

"In front of everyone in the auditorium..." Harry wailed and raised his hands to cover his face. Thinking of the scene at that time, Harry really wanted to dig a tunnel in the ground leading to the Black Lake and dig himself into it. Sinking to the bottom of the lake.

"Obviously I have been able to summon some of the radiance of the patron saint..."

"Obviously I just want to get closer to show the power of the Patronus Charm..."

Harry's voice became lower and lower as he spoke, sounding like he was about to cry.

He just wanted to show off in front of Qiu Zhang.

Just when he was complaining, Ginny came out of nowhere, holding a box of chocolate frogs in her hand, and said with a red face: "Harry, I still have chocolates here, you can eat some more."

Harry spread some of his fingers and vaguely seemed to see the red-haired girl glowing: "Thank you, Ginny."

Handing the chocolate frog over, Ginny felt a little at a loss. She kneaded the corner of her clothes and her mind was spinning rapidly, and she found a topic: "Harry, is the Patronus Charm difficult? Professor Lupine said that it is not recommended for lower grade students to try it."

"It's okay, I think you can try..."

"Ask me, ask me!" Ron leaned forward with excitement, "Professor Lupin said I learn faster than Harry!"

Harry nodded with some disappointment: "Yes, the dementors have much less influence on Ron."

Who wants to ask you?

Ginny rolled her eyes in disgust and continued to pester Harry for some spell-casting tips...

Looking at the three people playing around, Hermione nodded thoughtfully, moved her head to Loren's ear and whispered, "Do you feel--"

"Shh!" Loren interrupted her by raising her index finger, smiling meaningfully and shaking her head.

Hermione also smiled knowingly.

…

Late at night, in the girls' dormitory.

Hermione, who was sitting on the four-poster bed, closed her eyes tightly and rolled her eyes rapidly under her eyelids. She had a vague dream, dreaming of a strange space.

It was a huge library. There was no light on the dome, but it was very bright. The continuous bookshelves were neatly arranged, and there seemed to be no end in sight. The bookshelves were densely packed with various books.

There are spells, potions, transfiguration, herbalism... and even rare runes.

Going deep into the bookshelves, there are also natural sciences, humanities and social sciences, drama and music...

For the little witch, this is a perfect dream.

A smile appeared on Hermione's lips, she turned over and fell into a deeper dream.