The days of hanging out at Hogwarts

This party is not just to cheer for the four Lorens, but more importantly, the little lions find a reason to make up for the interrupted carnival on Halloween.

The laughter continued late into the night, until Professor McGonagall's voice came from outside the door, "Celebrations are allowed, but in moderation!"

Professor McGonagall did not come in, the voice was blessed [loud and loud], and Professor McGonagall's words echoed in the lounge.

Percy woke up with a start and shouted in response, "Got it, Professor McGonagall!"

"Everyone! That's it for today, we have class tomorrow!"

Percy began to organize the little lions to return to their respective dormitories one after another. They also heard Professor McGonagall's words. Everyone laughed and went upstairs to rest. They were already very happy today.

George and Fred high-fived Loren as they passed him:

"Thank you!"

"We went to the kitchen to get the food."

Once again, the twins' movements are always very synchronized.

"You guys should also go to bed early." Percy stayed at the end, said this and went upstairs.

Only Loren, Hermione, and Harry and Ron were left in the lounge. They were sitting in front of the fireplace. The firewood was beating, and the warm firelight reflected on their faces, and there was a red reflection from their eyes.

This was the first time the four of them were alone together after Halloween, and no one spoke for a while.

"Guys! We had a great adventure!"

Loren broke the silence and winked at a few people, "Tell me who is the Troll-Slaying Warrior?"

Hermione and Harry couldn't help but laugh at Loren's antics.

"I want to apologize to you."

Ron didn't smile. When alone, he finally relaxed, opened up his heart, and revealed his guilt. He finally found the opportunity to say this to a few people.

"If it weren't for me, you wouldn't be in danger."

"Like I said, Dumbledore can't predict accidents." Loren thought that no one was to blame for this incident, and he didn't avoid it even if he knew the plot.

Hermione nodded, thinking that if pressed, she might have made a mistake.

Harry put his hand on Ron's shoulder, "We are brothers in life and death now."

Several people looked at each other and smiled.

After bidding farewell to Hermione, the three boys returned to the dormitory and went to bed one after another.

After a few days, Loren finally touched the book of fantasy again.

Before entering the Book of Fantasy, Loren looked around and felt that something was missing.

Loren sat up and looked at Harry, "Today is Sunday, right?"

Harry didn't know why Loren asked so, he hesitated, "Yes, right."

Loren turned to look at Ron again, "Tomorrow is Monday, there is Professor McGonagall's Transfiguration class, right?"

Ron also hesitated, "Yes, right?"

On Monday, the first period in the morning is Professor McGonagall's Transfiguration class, that's right.

Loren's thoughts were clear, "Have you finished your Transfiguration homework?"

Harry and Ron became frightened. They were used to leaving their homework for weekends, but they had been lying in the infirmary for the past few days without even thinking about their homework.

The two expertly shouted in despair: "Help!"

"Tsk!" Loren tutted, it was right, it was right, otherwise it would always feel like something was missing.

The homework was lent to the two of them. Loren returned to the bed, huddled under the quilt, pointed at the duel room icon, and looked at Flamel's eyes glowing silvery white in the picture. Loren felt a sense of security in his heart.

In the book of fantasy, the floating Flamel listened quietly to Loren's story about Halloween, his eyebrows knitted together, showing a thoughtful expression: "The magic riot left a black mark on the troll's nose. Imprint."

"There is no relevant information in my impression, but I am very interested in the magic spell you perfected at a critical moment."

"Show me!"

Loren took out his wand and was eager to try it. He looked around and saw that there was no target. He looked at Flamel tentatively, "Is it aimed at you?"

"certainly."

Flamel floated in the air, raising his head and spreading his arms, as if to welcome something, and his body glowed with white light.

"[Thunderbolt Cave Opens]"

Loren didn't hesitate at all. He didn't think he could cause any harm to Flamel. The tip of the wand glowed red and hit Flamel's chest.

The spell penetrated, there was no explosion sound, and red, blue, green, and yellow light flowed from Flamel's chest.

After a long time, Flamel opened his eyes, "I can feel that it is derived from [Door Opening], removing the characteristics of opening the door and focusing on the effect of explosion penetration."

"It is a powerful spell that will have good effects in many situations."

Loren looked excited, "Did I create my own curse?"

Flamel shook his head, "The creation of a magic spell should be to master the principles of magic, preset the desired effect, and then design a complete spell-casting action and the way the magic operates. The spell is just a representation."

"There is no shortage of people with talents in the history of magic. They also created some magic spells in a similar way, but they have not been passed down."

"Loren, don't be proud. The real curse will be tested and passed down by generations of wizards and time."

Loren wasn't too disappointed. It was just a blind cat meeting a dead mouse. "What about this curse? Is it a good curse?"

Flamel was silent for a while, thinking about what to say, and finally decided to speak bluntly, "Garbage curse, if you want to pursue explosion, then the classic [Thunderbolt Explosion] is more suitable and more powerful. If you want to pursue penetration, , should use sharp properties, not explosions."

"Humph, I don't know what true happiness is at all."

Loren is not as knowledgeable as Flamel. One day, this curse will dominate the little wizard and become everyone's childhood memory.

…

Monday, morning transfiguration class.

Harry and Ron strained to open their eyelids, and their eyes were obviously bloodshot.

Hermione shook her head in disgust, "How long have you boys been playing again?"

Loren's voice was full of schadenfreude, "It wasn't us. The two of them only remembered that they hadn't finished their Transfiguration homework before going to bed. I don't know how long they had been writing it."

Harry and Ron heard the conversation between the two people next to them, but the two of them had no urge to talk at all now. They just wanted to wait until get out of class was over as soon as possible and go back to catch up on their sleep.

Professor McGonagall stood on the podium and saw Harry and Ron, who were listless and with red and swollen eyes.

"You are still new students, so you shouldn't learn some bad habits! When something happens, you should notify the professor as soon as possible, instead of being self-righteous and acting randomly! In addition, the school allows you to have extracurricular life, but it should not affect your classes! "

Professor McGonagall said, waving her wand and turning the desk into a snarling fat pig.

The students below did not dare to say anything, they sat upright and looked at the serious Professor McGonagall.

"Perhaps we should turn some people into parchment and copy the school rules on their bodies 100 times!"

Ron was so frightened that he was very energetic until the end of get out of class and did not dare to doze off.

After class, several people were together in the corridor. Everyone in other colleges was very curious about the four troll-slaying warriors, and occasionally students passing by said hello to them.

Ron vowed: "I swear in the name of the troll-slaying warrior that the first thing I do when I catch up on my sleep is to do my Transfiguration homework. I will never stay up late the night before to do my homework again. If I can't do that, I'll be a giant." Strange!"

Harry nodded in agreement. It would be impossible for him to stay up late the night before to catch up on his homework.

…

On the table.

Ron handed the letter he wrote to his mother to the owl, flapped its wings, and let it fly.

Harry was curious, "What did you tell Aunt Molly?"

"The troll sneaked into the school, and the heroic Ron Weasley, with the help of his friends, destroyed the troll." Ron calmly put the chicken drumstick into his mouth with a natural look on his face.

Loren nodded, yes, you know how to write.

Harry was very calm after hearing this, "You could have kept half of your butt, but now you probably can't."

"Hey, Harry!"

Ron shouted, "What do I mean, I almost became a troll's excrement, lay in a hospital bed for three days, and have to go to Madam Pomfrey for a review next week?"

"That way, you can see my mom spanking me in the hall tomorrow."