The days of hanging out at Hogwarts

A silver band of light that was even more brilliant than before burst out from the tip of Harry's wand, converging into a silver animal. Dots of broken light surrounded the silver animal, completely dispelling the cold that shrouded the room.

In the bright silver light, the animal raised its hooves, lowered its head, and flew away from Harry silently.

Loren controlled the Dementor's body and watched as a four-hoofed animal with horns rushed towards him.

Just when Loren wanted to take back the Boggart and exit the Dementor's body, the body suddenly underwent unexpected changes.

An invisible wave spread from the head to the entire body. The stiffness, slowness, and coldness of the Dementor's body for a long time gradually disappeared. The cold Dementor magic was disappearing in mid-air, replaced by the gray mist-like Borg. Special magic.

The boggart restored its prototype, and Loren was a little surprised to feel the feedback from his body.

The silver-white light stream of the Patron Saint lost its effect, and the Boggart's magic power was floating everywhere. As the gray mist-like magic spread over Harry and penetrated into his mind, the characteristics of the Boggart brought a wonderful experience to Loren.

Although Loren could not see Harry's memories, more wonderful information was conveyed through the emotion of fear, and various images that had once brought fear to Harry naturally appeared in front of Loren's eyes.

Voldemort, Quirrell, Acromantula, Basilisk...

It seemed that as long as he had a fleeting thought, he could turn it into a concrete manifestation of fear.

Loren didn't know what this meant, but he did not transform rashly. Instead, he controlled the Boggart to get back into the walnut box in the corner, and his consciousness returned to the body under the trap door.

Harry saw the Dementor disappear into the darkness. It was gone.

The Patronus turned around and walked toward Harry with silent steps. It had a pair of antlers and stared at Harry with its big silver eyes.

"Prongs..." Harry murmured softly.

He stretched out his hand to touch the forehead of the silver spirit beast, but it dissipated lightly and turned into tiny bits of broken light.

"It's a stag. What a beautiful guardian angel."

The trap door was opened, Loren jumped up from below, dusted off his robe, and then calmly walked to the corner to collect the walnut box.

Harry looked behind, a little confused, and asked with wide eyes, "Loren, why are you here?"

Loren came over and patted him on the shoulder, and replied sincerely: "I was afraid that you would be bored alone in the ward, so I wrote to ask you to come over and have fun."

"..."

Harry opened his mouth, but hesitated and hesitated. He seemed to have a lot to say, but he didn't know where to start.

Taking advantage of Harry's brain, Loren came to the door lightly and waved to him: "It's very late Harry, go back to the ward and sleep."

After that, he walked out of the house and closed the wooden door.

A series of ding-ding-dong-dong footsteps came from outside the corridor. From the analysis of these footsteps, the man was running very fast.

A few minutes later, Harry, who had cleared his mind, slowly came back to his senses, looked in the direction of the wooden door, and clenched his fists loudly:

"Loren Morgan!"

…

Late at night, in the library of the Book of Fantasy.

The blazing sea of ​​​​fire rolled up a raging wave of flames, and countless flame beasts ran on the waves of fire, carrying the flames of hell that burned everything further.

Seeing the fire spreading in another direction, unexpectedly avoiding this open space, the corners of Flamel's eyes kept twitching, and he was speechless.

The technique of controlling the direction of the fierce fire was actually discovered by Loren.

But why is it always his library that suffers?

Loren looked at the sea of ​​​​fire and smacked his lips with emotion: "It's a pity that the transformation spell didn't work on Li Huo long enough..."

"The magic in this area has already been explored. We can gradually improve it in the future."

Flamel waved his hand, reset the scene in the library, and found a stable seat to sit down: "Let's talk about Boggarts. Didn't you discover new characteristics before?"

"While I was controlling the dementors..."

After Loren described what had just happened in detail, he scratched his head and said, "Although it is very strange, it feels useless. The things transformed by the boggart, except for the dementors, are empty shells and cannot play any role."

"Hmm... maybe it can be useful somewhere else."

Flamel's eyes were deep, and after a few noncommittal remarks, he sent Loren out of the Book of Fantasy.

Looking at the place where Loren's consciousness disappeared, Flamel sighed quietly, with a complicated expression.

No matter how useless it was, it allowed Loren to intuitively touch his emotions and touch the carrier of fear.

"Nico, you have the gift of prophecy, so did you see his growth rate in the prophecy?"

…

The next day, lunch time, the Gryffindor table in the Great Hall.

"Hiccup~"

"belch--"

After eating, George and Fred each burped, one loud and clear, the other with a long lingering sound. They both thought they had won the competition between twin brothers, looked at each other, and burst out laughing.

After they had laughed enough, they started drinking juice, trying to push out the air bubbles in their stomachs and burp with a beautiful melody.

George took a sip, sat upright, and silently felt the gas slowly go up.

While he was burping, Fred noticed Harry who had just been discharged from the hospital. He was putting ketchup on a clean plate. There were also some biscuits on the plate, which looked familiar.

Fred said "Huh?", stepped forward and asked with interest:

"Harry, aren't these the biscuits we gave you?"

"Yes."

"Are you going to eat it with ketchup?"

"I will not eat."

George interrupted their conversation and couldn't help but asked loudly and unconvincingly: "Why?"

"Because you sent it to me."

The reasons are so good and powerful that they cannot be refuted.

So George and Fred looked at each other and laughed in unison: "Hehehehe..."

After laughing enough, George asked curiously: "Then what are you doing?"

Harry did not answer, but wiped off the irregular sauce on the edge of the plate, wiped his face, forced out a bright smile, stood up and left with the plate in hand.

George and Fred followed with interested smiles on their faces.

"Loren, I'm here to thank you for helping me learn the Patronus Charm. These cookies are my thank you gift."

"..."

Loren looked at the fake smile on Harry's face, and then at the cookies on the plate that were stained with weird magic. He could even smell the weird potion smell on them.

After a moment of silence, Loren slowly shook his head: "I don't eat cookies."

The smile on Harry's face continued to be enthusiastic: "Try it, just one piece, how about just one piece?"

Hermione, Ginny, Ron and Neville looked over curiously.

"I don't like ketchup," Loren declined again.

"It's also delicious if you eat it directly. Give it a try."

"..."

Loren exposed him straightforwardly, "George and Fred gave this to you yesterday. I saw it."

"hateful!"

Harry's smile froze when his plan was discovered, and he sat back angrily holding the plate.

George and Fred couldn't help laughing.

"What's wrong, what's wrong?" Ron asked curiously as he sat over and watched his twin brother carrying the cookie plate to harm other people.

Harry poked a fried sausage, took a big bite, and began to tell about last night's experience: "I was counting the gifts... In addition to George and Fred's biscuits, there was also an anonymous prank envelope, Just take a big sip and you'll be chirping and singing, someone must be trying to frame me! It's so vicious, they want me to make Madam Pomfrey angry and then be fed a bitter potion!"

Ginny next to her looked at the empty dinner plate and wanted to bury her head in it.

Why did she believe Luna's idea and send such a stupid greeting card?

Fortunately, there is no signature...

Ron saw that his twin brother was rejected by many people, and finally the two of them murmured and discussed for a while, then placed the biscuit next to Percy.

Ron's eyes couldn't help but glance in that direction, and he took the time to ask: "What does this have to do with Loren? The letter Loren sent?"

"It's worse than that!" Harry began to accuse someone of evil deeds, with an angry tone and gritted teeth...

A few minutes later, Percy swung his big tongue that couldn't fit in his mouth and chased George and Fred throughout the auditorium with a ferocious expression.

Brothers fight each other until death.

The little wizards couldn't stop laughing.

…

The heavy rain continued for two days, and it slowly calmed down in the early morning of Monday, revealing a clear sky washed by the rain.

Monday was a noisy and busy one, and many little wizards cheered as they received invitations to the Potions Club at the end of breakfast.

The Transfiguration class in the morning was used by Professor McGonagall as a recruitment exam. There were two classes, one for the club recruitment exam and one for the Animagus recruitment exam.

After the exam, the little wizards felt relaxed all over, and even the little monsters in the Defense Against the Dark Arts class became more pleasing to the eye.

According to Lavender Brown: "Even when she grins, she still looks cute."

Of course, she also paid a price for this - she was almost hung from the chandelier by a little monster.

After the class ended, Lupine asked Loren and others to stay for a while to help him clean up the messy classroom after class.

"I heard about the game, Harry, are you okay?" Lupine said as he put the book into his briefcase.

"I forgot to tell you, Professor!"

Harry, who was arranging the tables and chairs neatly, screamed in surprise, patted the table in annoyance, and then said happily, "I only suffered some scratches, and I have learned the Patronus Charm. Look, Professor -"

Harry took out his wand and shook it proudly: "[Calling God's Guard]"

The soft light flowed out like a stream and gathered into a silver-white stag.

"It's also a stag..." Lu Ping looked a little dazed for a moment, immersed in the memories of the past.

Loren and Hermione looked at the stag patronus, comparing it to their own.

Hermione's expression was a little strange. She knew that this was a normal-sized Patronus, but after seeing Loren and Dumbledore's Patronus that could almost cover the sky, she couldn't help but feel a sense of disparity.

Ron was filled with jealousy and looked around closely. If the patron saint hadn't been disembodied, he would probably have picked up the stag and moved it away.

"My patron saint must be more majestic!"

Ron also thought about asking Loren to help him, but he also knew that his practice of the Patronus Charm was not enough, and it was not something that a dementor could inspire.

"Professor, why did those dementors break into the school?" Harry asked, "Didn't they receive orders to patrol outside the school?"

"They are hungry." Lupine came back to his senses and said calmly, "Dumbledore refused to let them enter the school, so their source of prey has dried up. I think they are very old and haven't eaten... so they can't resist. The lure of the crowd around the Quidditch pitch. The excitement... the excitement... they feel like it's a feast."

"But I'm the only one who became their little biscuit!"

Harry said angrily, "Don't let me encounter them again, otherwise-"

Lupine looked at him with a smile: "It won't happen again. After what happened on the court, Professor Dumbledore became very angry... Both the Ministry of Magic and the Dementors have learned a lesson."

Harry hummed a few words, still looking like he wanted to fight the dementors.

"By the way..." Lupine turned his gaze to Loren, "Loren, can the method you used to help Harry practice his Patronus be used on other people?"

Loren thought for a moment and shook his head: "That's just a stimulation. The important thing is that Harry is familiar enough with the Patronus Charm. Even without me, he will be able to summon it soon."

"you're right……"

Even though Lupine had expected it, he couldn't help but sigh with disappointment when he heard the news.

…

Professor McGonagall is very conscientious, and the results of the two Transfiguration exams came out on Wednesday.

Most of the third grade wizards passed the exam.

At that time, the little wizards of Gryffindor were rushing to attend Herbology class. When they suddenly heard the good news, they all ran out of the castle screaming, wading through the wet grass and running all the way to the door of the greenhouse.

"This lesson is about handling mature bubble pods!"

Professor Sprout was wearing an earthy yellow gardener's outfit. She glanced at the little wizards with vigilant eyes, "I know you are going to learn Animagus. Professor McGonagall will give you leaves, so you can stay away from those poor Manchus." Dracula, stay away!”

The little wizards agreed wholeheartedly, but those bright eyes still made Sprout uneasy. After the little wizards were divided into groups, the headmaster of Hufflepuff stood guard around the Mandrake lawn. He refused to leave even a step.

Harry dragged the barrel around for several times without finding any chance. He returned to his friends and asked with some disappointment: "Loren, do you have any extra mandrake blades there?"

"No more." Loren shook his head. When school started, he and Hermione didn't do much.

"You can buy it from outside." Neville said in a low voice. "Although mandrake is very troublesome to cultivate, you can occasionally buy it in Diagon Alley. My mother bought my leaves."