The days of hanging out at Hogwarts

Chapter 92 Farce in the stands

"For wizards, common cuts are not serious injuries and can be healed quickly using herbs such as white flowers."

Flamel explained to Loren the dangers of the Shadowless Curse, "But the damage caused by this curse is difficult to cure using conventional means, unless a counter-spell is used on the spot."

"As a combat method, this is an excellent feature, isn't it? Not to mention used for processing herbs."

Loren believes that whether it is black magic or normal magic, magic is good when used in the right way. Magic is just a tool. In the final analysis, it depends on whether the wizard who masters magic is a dark wizard.

Flamel smiled: "I agree with you to a certain extent, but it's not just the unpredictable power of dark magic that's stopping you."

"Why is that?" Loren asked.

Flamel waved his hand, and a white cloud sprang out from his sleeves and filled the air.

The duel room suddenly became dark, with only the diffuse clouds and mist glowing.

A young wizard emerged from it, with a handsome face and a gentle smile.

In the very first scene, the young wizard begins to talk to himself in front of the black fire. This is the scene where he studies black magic.

"The reason why black magic is called black magic is because such spells can have an alienating effect on souls that are not strong enough."

As Flamel spoke, the handsome face of the young wizard who studied black magic became thin and ferocious, and his smile became crazy. The black flames in front of him turned into a human corpse.

"If they are not firm enough, people attracted to black magic will unconsciously lose some of their human qualities and gradually fall into the abyss and self-destruct."

The black wizard in the picture was ignited with black flames and was eventually burned into a withered skeleton.

The white fog in the space dissipated, and the duel room became bright again.

Flamel looked serious, "As a unique field, black magic has profound insights into the exploration of emotions and souls. But I think you should wait until you grow up and have your own understanding of the world before contacting black magic." magic."

Loren understood clearly that the alienation and pollution of the soul by black magic was not some kind of stable and effective magical effect, but that some wizards' thirst for power or desire exceeded the limit, and they were addicted to black magic and dragged themselves into the abyss.

This was the same as his impression. After all, Dumbledore was the master of dark magic, and he had not seen him sink into darkness.

What Flamel means is to wait until you have mature cognition and establish a complete worldview before engaging in black magic.

Thinking of this, Loren breathed a sigh of relief. If he was really just an eleven-year-old wizard, he should probably follow Flamel's advice. But he's not.

Loren couldn't tell Flamel the reason, so he had to discuss it.

The two made an agreement that whenever Flamel noticed any abnormality in Loren's temperament, he should stop practicing dark magic and seek help from Dumbledore.

In this way, the progress of studying the Shenfeng Shadowless Curse was slowly moving forward again.

Saturday morning, restaurant.

Yesterday's rain seemed to have drained away the water vapor deposited by the recent dark clouds. Although the sky was still gloomy in the morning, the rain had stopped.

Just the fact that it wasn't raining already made Harry feel better. He had to train all day today, so it was always good if it wasn't raining.

Neville seemed to have gotten over what happened before. He ate very well and would talk to Harry and Ron from time to time. The three of them made an appointment to go to the Quidditch pitch together.

"Would you like to try out the Seeker position?" said Harry.

"I, I'd better take a look first." Neville's face was filled with a smile. He had already written to his family to change his wand to a suitable one, and he was looking forward to the future.

"Quidditch will recruit people in second grade. Maybe we should all try." Ron felt that he also had some opportunities.

The three of them discussed Quidditch happily, and Loren kept silent, trying not to attract the attention of others. He buried his head and sipped the pumpkin porridge, which was warm and sweet.

I was thinking about how to fool Neville again if he found out that he had no Quidditch talent. Maybe he could tell Harry that his father was a seeker back then...

There was no class today, so Hermione's brown curly hair was untied and hanging casually on her shoulders. She looked at Loren's ant-like eating speed and knew that he was full.

"Come on, come practice magic spells with me."

The little witch took Loren to practice the Seamless Stretching Charm in the Room of Requirement all day long.

Returning to the Gryffindor common room in the evening, Harry, Ron and Neville had returned and were sitting around on the bench.

"Loren! Hermione! Come here quickly, you have no idea how incredible what happened today is." Ron greeted Loren loudly.

He put one hand on Neville's shoulder and waved the other hand excitedly, "If you ask me, Neville can fly at a speed that many Quidditch players can't keep up with. It would be great if he could overcome his fear of heights."

Hearing such praise, Neville smiled a little shyly: "I'm not that scared anymore."

On the Quidditch field during the day, Neville was still afraid of heights when he rode his broomstick, and would get dizzy when flying to a certain height. However, he flew very fast close to the ground, which amazed everyone on the Quidditch field.

The twins teased him for being a flexible fat man.

“Dizziness in the air is a physical fear of heights.”

"This can't be the psychological shadow left by flying lessons. You should have been afraid of heights earlier." Hermione's slender eyelashes fluttered, thoughtfully. Both her parents were doctors, and she had a certain degree of influence from what she heard and saw. medical knowledge.

Neville frowned and recalled, "When I was eight years old, Uncle Algie threw me from a building to help me awaken my magic. I remember falling to the ground and then bouncing up, flying across the garden and landing on the road far away. "

Neville scratched his head: "It seems that I have been afraid of heights since then."

"What!?" Hermione screamed angrily, "This is murder, torture, he should be put in jail!"

"Calm down, calm down Hermione." Loren pressed her shoulder to comfort her, "His uncle is a wizard and he will definitely not let Neville fall to death."

Several people tried to calm down Hermione's anger.

Unbeknownst to Neville's Uncle Algie, he was almost imprisoned in Azkaban for child abuse.

As Gryffindor's second Quidditch match approached, Wood's training became more rigorous, training regardless of rain or snow. The Quidditch players even turned off the lights several times as soon as they returned to the dugout.

"If Filch is smart enough, he should wait in front of the Fat Lady."

"If you catch one and get it right, it all counts as a night trip."

The twins complained, but Wood's training did not diminish because of the complaints.

Neville often followed Harry to watch their Quidditch practices and was gradually overcoming his fear of heights.

It was Friday, the second week of the next school year, in Snape's office.

Under the dim light, Snape was grading homework on his desk, and Loren was in the storage room.

He was in a daze looking at a box of potatoes piled in front of him. Each potato was cut in half by the Shadowless Curse of the Divine Edge.

"Use the counter-spell to remove the Shadowless Curse of the Divine Edge on the potatoes, and then restore them."

Recalling Snape's request, Loren couldn't understand how a person could be so fickle. It was clear that last week he was cutting tubers, but this week he was practicing counter-curses.

Alas, what can we do if we are under the roof?

Loren took out her wand and thought of it as practice.

"[Quick Healing]"

The monotonous sound of incantation echoed in the dark and quiet Potions Professor's office.

Thanks to the help of the correction talent, Loren's [Quick Healing] can quickly remove the remaining Divine Edge Shadowless Curse on the potato slices, allowing them to rejoin.

It can be seen that Snape cut these potatoes very casually. The magic on them is not strong. Even without the help of talent, it should be able to clear them, but it will be slower.

"Professor Snape, I'm done." Loren rubbed his arms that were a little sore from waving the wand. He felt that his magic power was not used up much, but his physical strength was used up more.

Hearing this, Snape's quill that was constantly stroking stopped, much faster than expected. He should not be addicted to dark magic.

"Don't be so obsessed with power that you neglect some things." Snape's quill continued to stroke.

"Professor, you should have wanted me to learn the Divine Edge Shadowless Curse as soon as possible. Why did it suddenly change to a counter-curse?" Loren still felt something was wrong.

Snape didn't answer what he had to say.

Recently, he discovered that the know-it-all lady always acted alone instead of with Loren as before. This situation reminded him of some similar memories in his mind, and he thought that Loren might be obsessed with power and indifferent to his friends.

Loren never dreamed that the root of today's incident would actually be Hermione.

Seeing that Snape didn't answer or let him leave, he turned around and asked another question that he had forgotten before, "Professor, why did you suddenly become the referee of Quidditch?"

Snape snorted coldly: "Although there is a looking glass, even if we receive an early warning off the field, it will be too late to save the famous savior. I am the referee to let him survive."

After a pause, he then mocked: "That stupid Mr. Potter might think I want to harm him."

Speaking of Harry Potter, Snape got very angry and turned his anger on Loren: "You can go back."

"Good night, Professor." After saying that, Loren Maliao retreated, causing great harm to Chi Yu.

As the date of the game approached, a depressing atmosphere spread among the Gryffindor students. The dull powder keg was filled with saltpeter, and everyone was waiting to light it.

The game was held in the afternoon, and the weather was neither good nor bad. It didn't rain, but the clouds have always been so gloomy recently.

The first-year wizards gathered in a stand, secretly cheering Harry on.

Neville couldn't understand why both Ron and Hermione took out their wands and held them in their hands, as if they were about to have a fight at any time.

Speaking of wands, grandma replied, and when the Quidditch game was over, he would take time off to go to Ollivander's to buy a wand that belonged to him.

He will never be Gryffindor's weakest player again, and he will never deduct Gryffindor's House Cup points again.

Looking at Professor Snape in the arena, well, the last one is to be decided.

"Remember, don't forget, you stop when your legs stand stiff." Hermione whispered to Ron.

"I know." Ron whispered back, so that Loren could not hear it.

The two planned to cast a spell on Snape if he showed signs of harming Harry.

Loren was sitting next to him and did not participate in the explanation. Hufflepuff is a friendly brother house, and Professor McGonagall thought his explanation was offensive.

There seems to be no second Quidditch scene in the movie, and Snape is more concerned about Quirrell's movements than Ron and Hermione.

call out!

The whistle sounded, and fourteen players from both teams, plus Professor Snape, took off.

Harry sped up and flew out of the main battlefield, looking at the whole place.

He believed that Snape would not dare to attack him under Dumbledore's eyes, but he still planned to catch the Golden Snitch as soon as possible to end the game in case of long nights.

On the field, you come and go, the battle is fierce, but both sides abide by the rules and don't get too angry.

In the stands, Ron and Hermione stared at Snape's every move.

"Ouch!" Ron shouted in pain.

Someone poked Ron in the back of the head. It was Malfoy.

Malfoy grinned at his two lackeys, and Crabbe and Goyle laughed too.

"I wonder how long Potter can stay on his broomstick this time? Anyone want to bet? How about you, Weasley?"

Ron was paying attention to the situation on the field and had no time to talk to Malfoy.

Malfoy didn't know why he had to do these provocative behaviors. He wanted to attract the attention of the people around him.

But everyone's attention was on the field, and no one paid attention to him, which made Malfoy a little angry.

"Do you know how the Gryffindor team selects its members?" Malfoy said loudly. "They select those who they feel are pitiful. For example, Potter, who has no parents, and the Weasley brothers, who have no parents at home. Money. Neville Longbottom, you should be on the team too, because you have no brains."

These words were too much. Loren looked away from the court and turned his head to scold Malfoy: "That's enough. Watch the game carefully. If you don't watch, go back to the castle."

Malfoy was stunned by the scolding, and then he felt angry and wanted to scold Loren along with him, but for some inexplicable reason, he did not say it out loud.

Crabbe on the side cursed: "Bah! Mudblood! You and that know-it-all lady are both."

Hermione heard the words, but wasn't sure what the Mudblood meant. She was watching Snape intently, protecting Harry.

Ron and Neville knew what the mudblood meant, looked at Crabbe in disbelief, and rushed toward Crabbe angrily, and the three of them struggled with each other.

Malfoy was stunned when he saw this scene.

The thought occurred to him that he should apologize to Loren on Crabbe's behalf.

There was a cold breeze and an apology, Malfoy was amused by the thought. He is a noble pure-blood family, why should he apologize? They are indeed mud...

Malfoy didn't think about it anymore. He stopped Goyle who was about to help, turned around and left with him, because he didn't want Slytherin to be deducted more points.

Ron, Neville and Crabbe rolled into a ball on the ground.

Loren knew mudblood was a curse word, but didn't understand the meaning. The three of them were fighting. Ron and Neville were trying to help him vent his anger, and they used their toes to figure out who they were helping.

He took out his wand and said, "[All petrified]"

White light flashed, and a crisp binding spell hit Crabbe accurately among the three.

Crabbe's face was pale and his hands and feet were stiff, lying in the aisle of the stands.

Ron and Neville got up, with traces of blood on their faces.

"How dare he say that!" Ron was still angry and stretched out his foot to kick the collapsed Crabbe.

Neville nodded, still immersed in the excitement of his first impulsive fight.

He heard his own breathing next to his ear: Huh~huh~

The intense heartbeat is in my ears: Dong Dong! Boom!

A voice asked him in his heart:

Cowardly Neville, why did you rush forward just now?

Longbottom, how dare you charge forward!

It's like, it's like there's a surge of power in the body, that's courage.