The days of hanging out at Hogwarts

Snape's words gave Loren something to think about, and what he had been thinking about since before he entered school finally came to an end.

Loren was a little relaxed, but not too happy. The scene just now had a great impact on Loren.

That feeling, that helplessness, and even the anger that arises when you finally feel like you're being played. Every detail is imprinted on Loren's heart.

Snape fulfilled his duties as a professor and did not refuse the matter, but Loren felt uncomfortable.

Back in the lounge, Loren washed his body carefully three times until the cold, slippery feeling completely disappeared before lying down on the bed.

The roommate had already fallen asleep. Loren was lying on the bed with his eyes open. He was looking at the ceiling or looking at something else through the ceiling.

He was already very tired mentally, and sleepiness was surging in his mind. In the end, it felt like I was stuck somewhere, very sleepy, but unable to sleep.

Closing my eyes, I felt that I was about to enter a dream, and vaguely saw densely packed and coiled snakes in my dream.

Loren felt that a long time had passed, but he was still awake. He seemed to be able to hear unknown birds chirping in the distance through the window.

After hesitating for a moment, Loren pointed his hand towards the fantasy book.

A halo of light flashed before Loren's eyes, and the scene in front of him was replaced by a bright and clear library.

Flamel didn't seem to notice Loren's strangeness. He flew around Loren twice: "Today we are going to learn function words and grammar."

Loren stared at Flamel in trance, trying to see the shadow of the snake in him. The way they twisted around was somewhat similar.

"Flamel, I don't want to study today." Loren's voice was not very strong.

Flamel looked at Loren: "Oh! Of course!"

Nico's face began to twist, and his voice became shriller: "You don't want to study today. Today is the weekend. There are four weekends a month, and there are fifty weekends a year."

"If you live to be a hundred years old, you will still have more than 4,000 weekends!"

"Of course! You will be the refiner of the magic stone, and you will have countless weekends!"

Loren didn't notice Flamel's weirdness. He just thought he was advising him to study hard and explained: "It's not because of the weekend. Today I..."

After a pause, Loren still recounted today's experience: "...After I came back, I felt a little tired, so I just came in to relieve myself."

Flamel seemed to calm down, floating in the air, and didn't speak for a long time.

Loren didn't say anything else. He rested his head on the table and looked at the illusive, bright lights in the distance. His eyes narrowed and became smaller, as if he was about to fall asleep.

Flamel looked at the little man on the table. This was the person chosen by the prophecy. He was only eleven years old, and he didn't know that every gift from fate had its price.

"Alas~"

"How does fate decide, Albus."

Flamel rose into the air, emitting bright, crystal-white light.

Loren fell asleep in a daze. It felt like you had a holiday on Friday and stayed up until the early hours of the morning. Then you fell asleep. It was raining sparsely on Saturday, and the sky was gray outside. You seemed to have opened your eyes, glanced out the window, and fell asleep again.

When I got up, I felt like I had slept for a century. When I opened my eyes happily, it was another day full of energy.

What Loren saw when he opened his eyes was still the bright library. Flamel was floating on the bookshelf in the distance, flipping through a Muggle drama.

Seeing Loren wake up, Flamel put down the book and floated over: "Loren, do you feel your powerlessness?"

"???"

Loren had a question mark on his face, what weird things are you talking about.

"If you had Dumbledore's power, would you still encounter this kind of thing?" Flamel looked confused.

"Which first-year wizard can have the power of Dumbledore?" Loren thought Flamel might need to return it to the factory for repairs.

Flamel ignored the flaw proposed by Loren: "You will encounter more things like this in the future. Don't waste your talents. Loren, you have to learn to fight."

Loren thought about it carefully. There would be a battle with Death Eaters later, so it would be right to improve his actual combat ability.

"Are we going to start using duel rooms?"

"No, you're not qualified yet." Flamel's decisiveness made Loren feel a little hurt.

"You can be more tactful, so what should I do."

"Loren, you need to be proficient in magic spells in reality before you can use them in the duel room." Flamel planned to let Loren grow up quickly, "Use your talents to form your own combat power."

"Why not practice your spells in the dueling chamber?"

"In addition to the wizard's own will, the release of magic spells also requires physical participation. Wizards who are good at dueling will practice the magic spells they are good at like instinct."

Loren's "Expelliarmus" from Harry immediately appeared in his mind, and he nodded in understanding, "Just say so."

"Your talent allows you to practice spells faster. You need to make a distinction."

“Find what’s best for you, not what’s most powerful.”

"Finally, practice the Iron Armor Curse first."

…

breakfast time.

There was bean stew, bread, and salad on the long Gryffindor table. Those who prefer meat will choose bacon and fried sausages.

Only Loren had steak for breakfast, and Ron watched as Loren chewed the last bite and licked his lips after swallowing.

I have to admit, watching Loren eat is a pleasure. Just looking at him, you seem to be able to feel the meaty aroma of well-done steak mixed with the salty and sweet juices, soaking into the texture of every shred of meat.

"Look what I'm doing." Loren picked up the vegetable juice and cleared the taste in his mouth. He wanted to make up for the energy he lost last night.

Ron was still watching blankly, his eyes following the movement of Loren's hand: "No, it's nothing, I just feel that eating steak for breakfast is weird."

"Oh, I highly recommend you try it tomorrow."

After speaking, Loren moved closer to Hermione: "Hermione, do you have any plans today?"

Hermione was a little confused. She stayed up late yesterday working on her Transfiguration homework and didn't get enough sleep. Blinking, he looked at Loren blankly: "I've been in the library on weekends."

"I need your help!" Loren felt that the only one in the first grade who could help him was Hermione.

Hermione, who didn't know what was going on, was dragged all the way to the Room of Requirement by Loren.

Loren walked back and forth in front of the beaten silly Barnabas, asked the Room of Requirement to set up a duel room, and pulled Hermione in.

"For some reasons that I can't tell you yet, I need to improve some practical abilities, at least to reach a certain threshold." Loren pressed Hermione's shoulders, blue eyes looked into brown eyes, "In first grade, you He has the most magic spells, so he needs your help."

Last night, Flamel made a request that he should at least be proficient in the Iron Armor Curse and learn to be beaten before hitting people.

Hermione didn't ask further questions, but just counted on her fingers: "The only spell I know that can be used in combat is the binding spell."

The little witch was a little depressed, "I can't help you, I still know too few spells." After thinking about it, she already knew the most among the freshmen, and then continued, "I don't think we need to pursue actual combat at the moment. We Only first grade."

"That's enough. What I want to practice is the Iron Armor Curse. You just have to cast the spell on me." Loren explained.

It sounded like nothing was wrong, and Hermione nodded.

Loren briefly introduced the Iron Armor Curse, "The Iron Armor Curse is a spell that can resist various magic spells. An invisible magic barrier will appear in the direction where the caster's wand points, deflecting and dispersing objects or spells to protect the caster. A kind of protective spell for a certain area around the person and its surroundings.”

The Iron Armor Curse is different from other spells in that you can receive feedback without releasing it.

It needs to be improved based on different defensive results, ideally being able to control the direction of deflecting enemy spells, or causing them to dissipate.

Going a step further, this invisible magic barrier can be protected throughout the body.

Of course, if Loren can completely release a protective barrier today, it will be considered a success.

Hermione suddenly remembered, "Miranda Gorshak's "Advanced Charms" mentioned that many adult wizards may not be able to cast this spell."

Ever since she last read Miranda Gorshak's manuscript, Hermione had become interested in this legendary witch.

Hermione borrowed other books by this author from the library, and Mrs. Pince was very helpful, saving her a lot of time.

"I don't think this is a spell that can be learned by first-year students, Loren." Hermione dissuaded, and she had some guesses. "Have you encountered any difficulties? We can go to the professor and the principal now." Min's tone was urgent.

It is obviously not normal for a student to suddenly learn a defensive spell that is out of range.

"Stop it, stop it!" Loren stopped Hermione's thinking, "It's just a spell, nothing else."

After some persuasion, Hermione reluctantly accepted Loren's words.

The two were two or three meters apart, with their wands pointing in each other's direction.

Hermione was a little nervous. This was her first time casting a spell on someone: "Are you ready?"

"Ready."

Hermione confirmed again: "Are you ready?"

Loren was also a little nervous, and he huffed and puffed out: "Ready."

"Are you ready?"

"certainly!"

"Are you ready?"

"Yes?" Loren hesitated.

"Are you ready?"

Loren can't stand it anymore. What's the SpongeBob SquarePants opening song next to you: "That's enough Hermione!"

"Ah! [All petrified]!" Hermione was startled by Loren's impatient tone. Under the high pressure, the spell was surprisingly smooth.

The vine wood wand emits a subtle white light.

Loren was still immersed in the melody of the conversation with the captain. He didn't react at all. He stood up, put his hands close to the seam of his trousers, his face turned blue, and he fell straight to the ground.

It was also the first time that Hermione saw the real scene of this spell. She was stunned for a moment, and quickly came to her senses: "I told you that you are not ready yet!" Her tone was a little aggrieved, "Why are you trying to hurt me!"

"We should obviously coordinate more times."

"If you don't yell at me, I won't be so panicked..."

The little witch mumbled and complained about Loren, and it took a while before she thought of undoing the curse on Loren.

Undoing the curse didn't go very smoothly. It took several attempts before Loren's stiff body relaxed.

"It's all your fault!" Hermione vented and slapped Loren on the shoulder.

Loren felt aggrieved, but he didn't dare to say it. He still wanted to ask for help, and it was indeed rude of him.

After patting the non-existent dust on his body, Loren pretended to be relaxed: "Come again, I will definitely cooperate with you this time."

The two resumed their starting positions, wands facing each other.

"Are you ready?" Hermione's voice was no longer nervous.

"Yes, Captain!" Loren swears in his heart that I will cooperate with you if you tell me a hundred times.

"[All petrified]" This time, Hermione confirmed it once before taking action decisively.

Loren, who was preparing for the next greeting from the captain, watched helplessly as the white light pointed at him, and he screamed in his heart: I don't accept it! ! !

Loren stared and fell straight.

"Alas~" Hermione sighed, "You're not ready."

Hermione said nothing more, sighing as she lifted the curse on Loren.

Loren stood up again and patted the non-existent dust: "Ahem, it was an accident. It will definitely not happen next time."

Hermione shook her head and stood back up: "Are you ready?"

"Yes!"

"[Tongtong Petrochemical]"

"[Armor Protection]"

The two spoke out almost at the same time, but the Iron Armor Curse was not a primary spell, and Loren failed to summon a magic barrier.

Again, Loren fell.

Hermione had a premonition that she might be very tired today and would keep casting spells and undoing them, "Oh~"

Loren stood up again, his tense muscles making him breathe a little faster, and his face felt hot.

Neither of them spoke, and stood back to their original positions.

"[Tongtong Petrochemical]"

"[Armor Protection]"

Loren felt it the moment he cast the spell. He still failed to summon the magic barrier this time. The shameful emotion quickly drove his brain. Loren threw himself to the side to avoid the petrification this time.

The practice of the two is on the right track.

In nearly a morning, Loren only managed to neutralize Hermione's spell twice.

The good news is that Hermione is much more proficient in casting and uncursing spells, but the bad news is that Loren still cannot cast the Iron Armor Curse stably.

"Ahem, Hermione, I don't think I can let you keep repeating it like this. It won't help you." Due to some strange pride, Loren came up with a brilliant idea to knock Hermione down once.

"What do you think you have in mind?" Hermione knew that Loren had not learned any attack spells yet, and the explosion spells Seamus said were too powerful to be practiced.

"Let's have a wizard's duel!" Loren said seriously and sanctimoniously.

"The current record is, 21 to 0." Hermione raised her chin, looking proud.

The two bowed, holding their wands in front of their chests, staring intently at each other's movements.

"[All petrified]" Hermione took the lead.

Loren had been waiting for this step for a long time, and quickly rolled to the side, half squatting and facing Hermione's right shoe: "[Wingardim Leviosa]"

The levitation spell made the shoes want to run around. Hermione's center of gravity was unstable and she staggered to the ground. Before falling, she hurriedly released a binding spell towards Loren.

Hermione had been using this charm all morning and it was feeling hot.

They both fell to the ground, shoulders touching, but Loren was incapacitated.

Hermione's smile spread from the exposed teeth to the crescent moons of her eyes, and from every part of her face. Loren could feel her shoulders shaking with laughter.

Hermione patted Loren on the shoulder and stood up slowly: "Mr. Morgan, 22 to 0, haha..."

Something was delayed today, so there is only one update, but 4k means there is no change.