The days of hanging out at Hogwarts

Loren suspected that the following levels were not ready yet, and that Dumbledore was testing the military situation.

In the original game, the levels were designed based on the strengths of each of Harry, Hermione, and Ron. Now it seems that the level may be more difficult.

No matter what, when the time comes, I will just grab it with my little hand and refuse to participate in this dungeon, making Loren laugh in his heart.

Harry on the side didn't say much, his eyes were focused on the Mirror of Erised. When he couldn't see the mirror before, he felt like he was letting go. Now that the mirror was nearby, Harry couldn't help but glance towards the corner.

Dumbledore noticed this scene and said in a gentle voice: "Harry, it is useless to indulge in illusory dreams and forget about real life."

The words were neither rushed nor slow, but every word seemed to penetrate into Harry's heart.

The strange atmosphere made everyone fall silent, and Dumbledore seemed to be waiting for a few people to think.

Only Loren put the hazelnut chocolate into his mouth and kept making chewing sounds.

After a while, Dumbledore smiled and said: "Okay, I think you should go back. Otherwise, Neville may bring Minerva to trouble me later."

"Goodbye, Headmaster Dumbledore."

Several people stood up in a panic and walked back to the dormitory in a daze.

"Is Principal Dumbledore criticizing me?" Harry thought that his behavior of always looking into the magic mirror had disappointed Dumbledore.

Loren yawned, "Don't think too much. If you criticize, you will say it directly."

Harry didn't speak, his mind couldn't stop and he was always thinking too much.

Seamo came out of his trance and said, "Is this a night tour? It's very exciting. You don't need to call me next time."

First, I was frightened by a ghost, then I went to see the three-headed dog and then met Dumbledore. It was really exciting, and I almost got expelled. It was Neville who had the foresight.

The most important thing is that you can't go out and show off, which is the most uncomfortable thing.

"We still don't know what the three-headed dog is guarding." Ron discovered the blind spot, and their original intention of traveling at night was not realized.

Lorenhao shouted: "It's okay! There is still a chance!"

Loren didn't say anything else, next time you'll have to do it yourself.

…

On Friday, after a Potions class in the morning, there was a free weekend.

In the afternoon, Loren took Hermione to the Room of Requirement to practice the Iron Armor Charm.

"Honestly, I think this spell should be learned when we are older. It's a waste of time now." Hermione frowned and was pulled away by Loren.

"It won't happen this time. I've improved a lot!" Loren thought of the 22-0 record last time. This explanation was really unconvincing.

Hermione also remembered her last experience and smiled happily: "Okay then, I'll let you decide, Mr. 22-0."

"What weird words are you talking about, I don't understand."

"Mr. 22 to 0, Mr. 22 to 0..."

All the way to the Room of Requirement, Hermione still found the title interesting.

Both sides stood firm.

"Are you ready?"

"Ready!"

The voice came to mind repeatedly in the duel room.

Hermione could clearly feel Loren's progress. He was able to release the magic barrier almost stably, but most of the time it was offset by Hermione's spell, and occasionally it could be reversed in random directions.

Throughout the afternoon, Hermione repeated the process of casting spells, casting spells, casting spells, and undoing spells. If Hermione was proficient, her binding spell would definitely be upgraded several levels.

"[All petrified]" Hermione waved her wand.

It was this time that Loren suddenly had a strange intuition. He pressed the wand down slightly and said at an angle: "[Armor Protection]"

Hermione's linear white light hit the tip of Loren's wand, as if it hit an invisible shield. The shield flickered suddenly, and the linear white light rebounded in the direction it came from, hitting Hermione.

Hermione's body tensed up, her hands were on the sides of her pants, her face turned blue, and she fell straight down.

"My armor spell can bounce back!!!" Loren cheered.

But there was a more important thing to do. Loren sat cross-legged next to Hermione and looked into her eyes, "Ahem, Miss Granger, Loren Morgan has something to discuss with you. If you are willing, just Move your eyes."

Strong anger welled up in Hermione's eyes, and the meaning was very clear: If you don't break the curse, you will be dead!

Loren pretended to wait for a moment and replied: "Okay, Miss Granger agrees to talk to me. We have reached a contract. If you don't mention 22-0 in the future, I will help you break the curse."

After Hermione thought about it for a while, Loren continued: "If you agree, just move your eyes."

Loren did not pause this time and quickly added: "Then, let's make a deal."

Loren talked to himself and made the deal.

So what's the cost?

He was beaten all the way back to the restaurant by Hermione.

…

In the basement, Loren came to his weekly Friday appointment with Snape, and he was ready to have close contact with their respective toads, poisonous snakes, and lizards.

Entering the office, Snape was still grading homework.

Snape didn't even raise his head when he heard Loren coming in: "Answer me, what is the role of two-eared grass in Polyjuice Potion?"

This was from the book list assigned by Snape, and Loren replied: "Connect with another person."

"What is the magical creature that corresponds to the bicorn's habits?"

“Skinny cow.”…

The next few questions are all from the previous books on the book list, and Loren’s memory is relatively clear.

Loren answered several questions, and Snape's tone became less aggressive.

"Loren Morgan, you are a rich kid. I just gave out a book list at random, and you took it as an opportunity to get close to me." Snape leaned back on the seat, as if saying something Inconsequential things.

Loren didn't refute anything. Silence is always the best answer at this time.

"You are a good fit for Slytherin. Your potential can be fully developed here."

"I am from a Muggle family, sir." Loren said neither humble nor arrogant. "And Gryffindor is a good place."

Snape did not continue the topic: "Your information is very flexible. The Wolfsbane potion was developed not long ago. Likewise, its price is also very expensive."

After a pause, Snape stood up and led Loren to the storage room: "I want you to learn some potions from me. The potions you prepare for a long time will be used to pay off debts."

Loren felt that he was actually taking advantage of this matter. The value of personal guidance from a potion master was much higher than that of wolfsbane potion.

"I understand, Professor." Loren agreed simply.

"It will take some time to prepare the Wolfsbane potion. Before that, I will write to my friend Damocles Belby, who has the finished potion. These expenses must also be recorded on your head."

"I understand, Professor."

Snape dragged over two more boxes, and Loren's legs felt a little weak.

But this time the box contained flowers. Snape took out a pair of tweezers with extremely fine tips: "Tonight, you need to separate the stamens of these oozing flowers."

Loren looked at the clusters of small flowers in the box that looked like stars. There seemed to be more than a dozen clusters, each cluster containing about a hundred flowers.

Do you need to use tweezers to remove the stamens bit by bit?

Your eyes will go blind!

"Professor, don't you have any special magic?" Loren tried to struggle.

Snape did not mention the issue of magic, but said lightly: "The oozing flower is sensitive and fragile. A slightest inappropriate fluctuation in magic power will cause it to lose its medicinal properties."

Loren sighed, sat down and began to pick the stamens: "It's better to take the venom of the green-striped viper."

Snape didn't look at him anymore and walked away: "Don't worry, you will have the opportunity to come into contact with the green-striped viper in the future."

Loren: I really want to slap myself twice!