The days of hanging out at Hogwarts

In Potions class.

Snape's calm tone was a bit hypnotic after listening too much, but no student dared to sleep in Professor Snape's class.

Today's teaching content was about the properties and applications of bezoars. Hermione buried her head and wrote densely in her notebook, trying to put all the knowledge points in her notebook.

Loren had basically mastered this part of the content. Within five minutes of the class starting, Loren's mind was no longer in the class. He recalled the conversation with Flamel last night.

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"What is it about redeeming desperate souls!" Loren gritted his teeth as he looked at the figure floating in the air.

The Riddler is the most annoying thing. Previously, Nico ran away after finishing his riddle, but now Flamel can't escape.

Flamel spread his hands and looked helpless, "I'm sorry Loren, Nico didn't give me this memory, you have to explore on your own..."

Back in Potions class, Loren muttered to himself.

It should be someone who saves the desperate souls. Who can be saved?

The person who died in the battle with the Death Eaters later? It shouldn't be that simple.

Ollivander? Snape? None of them look alike.

There was no way he could save Voldemort. With his little arms and legs, when faced with Voldemort, he didn't know who was in despair.

Hermione looked at Loren next to her. He put his hands under the table and stared blankly in front of him. He was not paying attention to the lecture.

As a good deskmate, of course, she must persuade her classmates to study hard in time. Just as she was about to speak, she thought of something and felt a little embarrassed.

"Could it be because of what happened last night? It's all because I was too curious about the wizards' manuscripts and took Loren to chat too late."

The little witch was adding drama to herself, and Snape on the stage also saw Loren who was obviously distracted.

Snape stopped his lecture and walked up behind Loren with a straight face.

The classroom suddenly fell silent, and all eyes turned to Loren.

Hermione wanted to reach out and slap the distracted deskmate next to her, but Snape stared at her with his eyes like a dead fish. The little witch felt like she had met the eyes of some kind of snake, staring at you with all his might. Emotions, I was so scared that I didn’t dare to move.

Snape would pull out a Gryffindor student every class to make a fuss and find excuses to deduct points. Neville had been scolded to tears several times.

Every time they go to Potions, all the Gryffindor little lions feel insecure.

Except for Hermione and Loren, these two people can basically answer all the questions and make potions without making mistakes.

Harry and his classmates were sighing on their faces and cheering in their hearts: Great! It was Loren who was unlucky today, he should be safe.

"Some people are complacent and self-righteous when they happen to accomplish something."

Snape was talking about Peter Pettigrew, but the case involved too much, it had been too long, and there were still some procedures that had not been completed, so it was not announced to the public.

Only a few people in Loren's dormitory knew about this matter, and they did not tell anyone about it under Loren's instructions (threats) in the name of Dumbledore.

The students all thought Snape was referring to the fact that Loren and Hermione behaved perfectly in class and were never caught doing anything wrong.

"But in Potions class, you must abide by my rules!"

Snape raised his hand, straightened his sleeves, and hit Loren hard on the back of his head.

"Mr. Morgan, answer my question!"

Loren, who was in the center of the storm, was slightly shocked by a sudden blow to the back of his head. It wasn't very painful, but the old man didn't panic at all.

"What should you do if your friend Harry is poisoned and you don't have a prepared antidote at hand?"

Harry in the front row feels very innocent, thank you, you have to take me with you.

"I think we should ask the professors for help, Professor Snape."

Hermione's vision went dark, and she wanted to grab Loren's collar and shout: What are you doing! This is Potions class!

Loren was very proud, tsk tsk, perfect answer.

If a classmate is poisoned, he must report it to the teacher as soon as possible. If the victim is Harry, reporting Dumbledore as soon as possible is definitely the best choice.

Snape's face turned even darker: "No professor, you handle it yourself!"

Hermione felt that Loren must not be paying attention to the lecture, so she reminded Loren in what she thought was a very quiet voice: "Bezoars, bezoars."

Loren sighed inwardly, what a silly witch.

"Put a bezoar in the throat. Bezoars have a good detoxifying effect on some common poisons. But for poisons that are too strong, other materials need to be added to prepare a more powerful antidote."

Snape said nothing and returned to the stage: "Miss Granger may think she knows everything, but this cannot be the reason for you to disrupt the class."

"Five points from Gryffindor for Miss Know-It-All."

None of the Gryffindor little lions cared about this deduction. Professor Snape would always find opportunities to deduct points from Gryffindor. They had long been used to it, and Hermione earned many more points than this.

Hermione felt a little aggrieved, but she did make a small move. Loren obviously knew the answer. She was too smart, and in the end she could only blame herself for the mistake.

This result obviously didn't make Hermione feel better, and the more she thought about it, the more aggrieved she became.

By the time get out of class was over, Loren's voice had a slightly obvious nasal sound.

"Loren Morgan, come see me after dinner." Snape remembered the scene of chatting with Dumbledore and felt a little irritated.

Dumbledore was also a Riddler. He chatted with him for a long time, talking about love and family, and only the last important sentence was: "Loren needs your help. For the sake of me, an old man, help him." .”

If Loren knew what Snape was thinking, he would definitely agree with it. Older people like this tune.

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Loren and the others accompanied Hermione in the corridor, and everyone noticed that Hermione was not in a good mood.

Harry couldn't bear it. He had been targeted the most and felt that he had the right to speak. "Hermione, don't take it too seriously. Snape always has reasons to deduct points. It's just that you're unlucky this time."

Loren was actually thinking about how much Dumbledore had told Snape, but there were obviously more important things to do at the moment, "Indeed, you earned enough points for him to deduct several times."

Neville said: "I thought it was Loren's fault this time."

Ron was filled with indignation, "If you ask me, Dumbledore should ban that old bat from deducting points from Gryffindor."

What a few people think is that points will be deducted, which is normal.

The little witch obviously had no intention of joining in with this group of people. She sniffed and said, "I have to add three inches to my Transfiguration homework. I hope Professor McGonagall can give me some extra points." After saying that, she quickly walked towards the book. The museum is far away.

Ron looked at the retreating figure and murmured: "Didn't Professor McGonagall only ask for 3 inches!"

Loren smacked his lips, this is King Juan!