The days of hanging out at Hogwarts

In an ordinary transfiguration class.

At the beginning of the next school year, some little wizards worked hard for a while because of their guilt. During that time, no one said anything in class, and everyone completed their homework seriously.

But students are students after all, and the heat soon passed.

The course has progressed to turning a mouse into a snuff box, and this lesson is the theoretical part. I have already learned how to transform a matchbox into a snuffbox before, so this lesson sounds a bit boring.

Harry was pulling at the hairs on his quill one by one, intending to remove the quill as quickly as possible. Suddenly, I felt a malicious look behind me, so cold that it made people shiver unconsciously.

Generally speaking, it would be Malfoy, but Malfoy's malice would not be so vicious or vicious.

Harry was a little surprised by this conclusion. His perception has always been relatively sensitive.

Who else could it be if it wasn't Malfoy?

When Professor McGonagall wasn't paying attention, Harry turned his head slightly and glanced behind him.

A fat man with a fat body and a swollen face was staring at a group of them resentfully.

It's Malfoy's lackey, I think his name is Crabbe.

That look was really uncomfortable. Harry turned his head back and turned towards Ron and the others.

"Hey, what did you do that day? That Malfoy follower hates you." Harry spoke in a low voice.

Ron was trying to read the chess score from the Transfiguration textbook, and when he heard these words, he turned his head and looked at Crabbe.

"Just beat him up, he deserves it." Ron didn't care at all, "I'll beat him up next time."

After clearing his mind of the magic symbols, Loren looked sideways when he heard these words.

Dude, you sound like a school bully. I'm afraid Slytherin and Gryffindor got the wrong script.

Hermione also stopped writing, "Be calm. As long as there is no trouble at the end of the year, the Academy Cup will be ours."

These words had weight, and Ron stopped thinking about giving Crabbe a lesson.

Neville on the side actually felt a little disappointed.

"I want to visit Hagrid on Friday, do you guys want to go?" Harry changed the subject.

Speaking of Hagrid, Hermione remembered a strange thing, "I keep seeing him in the library recently."

"Hagrid? Library?" Ron thought about the scene for a moment and shook his head. It felt too inconsistent.

Harry couldn't imagine how Hagrid would turn the pages of books that were no bigger than his palm. "You can ask him when we meet him. Maybe he got into some trouble."

"I'll talk about it then." Loren hesitated.

Calculating the time, it has been more than a month since school started, and there has been no progress at all on the magic text. On the contrary, the traceless stretching spell has achieved some results.

It would be even harder if it were postponed to the summer vacation. Because of Zongsi, magic might not be used during the summer vacation, and the space equipment might have to be postponed until the second grade.

He planned to spend more time reviewing the runes that Flamel had taught before. The magic script used in alchemy is basically inherited from runes, and maybe some breakthroughs can be found.

If you still haven't achieved anything by Friday, go to the Forbidden Forest and relax.

Harry and Ron looked at each other. They also wanted to discuss things about Professor Quirrell and the Sorcerer's Stone while Loren was away.

With ulterior motives, they did not ask Loren what he wanted to do, and both parties reached an agreement.

At night, inside the Book of Fantasy.

"How do we understand the isolation between space and space?" Loren had a lot of books in front of him, but he still didn't find anything.

"Don't understand space as space. It is not isolated length and width, up and down, nor a cuboid nor a sphere." Flamel slowly landed on the pile of books.

"For a wizard, space does not exist absolutely."

Flamel stretched his hand forward, and his entire palm disappeared neatly in front of Loren.

Loren's eyes widened. He could clearly see the fascia, bone sections, and tender red muscle texture in the cross section of the wrist.

There was a pressure on his shoulders, and Flamel's hand was patting his shoulders, moving from time to time.

"I simulated the effect of the "Apparition" split. "Flamell retracted his arm, and the palm on Loren's shoulder also retracted, gradually disappearing and reappearing on the original arm.

"Don't think about how to supply blood to the hand, how to control the detached palm, and don't be bound by space."

"Whether it's the "Invisible Stretch Spell" or "Apparition", space is something that wizards can change. "

“Think of space as water, as building blocks, something you can pull, fold, and join together.”

Flamel could see that Loren regarded space as some kind of absolutely existing field, so he was stuck in this step of understanding.

Loren frowned, still unable to understand. He was really thinking about how the blood supply returned and how the nerve signals were transmitted across space to the severed hand.

"It's isolation, but it's connected," Flamel said.

Loren sat there thinking, unable to recover for a long time.

Flamel's demonstration made him vaguely feel a thin film that could be broken by touching it, but he still couldn't find the way out.

Friday morning, Potions classroom in the basement.

Today they were going to learn how to make a paste potion, which itself had no special effects. It is more of an auxiliary medicine, a carrier that can penetrate into the body with medicines that actually work.

"The air diving vine is a magical shrub that lives underwater and is mentioned in "Magical Aquatic Plants of the Mediterranean". Their slurry has extremely strong penetrating effect."

"When dealing with some deep or internal wounds, it can be mixed with fresh blood to transport the fresh blood to the wound in the body." Snape's voice echoed in the dim underground classroom.

After explaining the theory, Snape demonstrated the cooking process, and the little wizards began to cook their own.

Hermione broke off a wet black branch and dripped blue juice from the break into the bubbling cauldron.

Looking at the magical changes taking place in the crucible, Hermione's eyes showed surprise, "Loren, I think I know why this tree is called the Air Diving Vine tree."

The juice dripped into the boiling crucible, and the bubbles rising from bottom to top turned into bubbles that kept lurking from top to bottom, gathering at the bottom of the crucible, and disappearing unknowingly.

"It's amazing!" Hermione stared at the reverse boiling potion carefully.

Loren looked at the magical scene in the crucible, his eyes glowing, and he seemed to understand the meaning of "space" in the wizard's eyes.

It is completely different from the space that ordinary people think of. Distance is not space, length is not space, it is not up or down, the gas does not necessarily lie on the liquid, and the space it occupies does not necessarily have to be occupied.

His previous idea was completely wrong. Just like transfiguration, there is no need to consider the changes of molecules and atoms. Dead objects can be transformed into living objects, and living objects can be transformed into dead objects without considering details such as cells and nervous systems.

A wizard can make magic work as long as he has the idea to achieve his goal. Biology, physics and magic in the Muggle world are two systems of cognition.

The storage device does not create an auxiliary bubble space in the main space, and there is no need to consider dimensions or wormholes at all.

His understanding of space was mixed with too many ideas, and he was unable to understand the magic text. Space is not special, the wizard can change it if he wants.

"I understand! I understand!" Loren patted Hermione on the shoulder happily.

The excitement made Hermione a little confused, "Qi dives into vine trees, I understand that too."

"Loren Morgan, you are noisy in class. Ten points from Gryffindor." Snape's voice came faintly from the podium.

Loren had no choice but to suppress his joy. He couldn't wait to try to draw the inverted magic text.

After class, the little wizards walked out of the basement one after another.

"Say hello to Hagrid for me, I won't go!" Loren said goodbye happily and ran away quickly.

The three of them watched Loren's figure gradually disappear.

"Don't you want lunch? What's wrong with him?" Harry asked.

Hermione shook her head to indicate that she wasn't sure.

Ron's focus was not on this, and he said bitterly: "Snape, this old bat, has deducted points even more severely since we won the Quidditch championship."

This sentence caught Hermione's attention, and she calculated carefully in her mind, "Fortunately, at this rate, Gryffindor will still have higher points than Slytherin until the end."

Taking out some snacks from the cabinet, Loren ate something casually and entered the book of fantasy.

The alchemy laboratory is a hemispherical space made of red bricks. In the middle, red light patterns appear on the surface of the black boiler.

"Flamel! I think I understand!" Loren shouted excitedly.

"Honestly, this time is much slower than I thought." A voice sounded from behind Loren.

Flamel floated in front of Loren, "I don't understand how you, as a little wizard, can have such a complex understanding of space."

Loren smirked and didn't answer. It couldn't be said to be because of his knowledge of physics.

Flamel waved his sleeves, and a suitcase containing unicorn tail feathers appeared in the air.

After many days, Loren began to outline the path of alchemy circle again.

After understanding the space in the wizard's concept, Loren's first outline of the magic text became smoother.

The reverse-shaped magic text was written, and it began to echo the corresponding regular-shaped magic text. The two centrally symmetrical magic words emitted a faint flash of light at the same frequency.

Eventually it settled down and was deeply imprinted on the inner bottom of the black leather suitcase.

Looking at the filled upper and lower corners of the hexagram, Loren lay down in the laboratory, unable to suppress a smile on his lips, and felt a sense of accomplishment in his heart.

"Flamel!" Loren shouted, wanting to show him what he had accomplished.

"This is a pair of magic words, don't even think about blabbering in front of me." Flamel floated lazily above the boiler.

Loren was not embarrassed when his thoughts were exposed, and said seriously: "I want to ask you if there is anything you should pay attention to in the second pair of magic text outlines?"

"As long as you don't have any weird ideas about weight, it shouldn't be difficult to understand."

Loren began to reflect on whether he had any strange perceptions about weight.

Conservation of mass and energy.

Newtonian classical mechanics.

Mass constant…

"Hiss~" Loren gasped, this should not affect his drawing of the magic text.

Anyway, there are plenty of materials in the alchemy laboratory. Let’s draw the regular magic text first.

He sat up and pointed his wand. The unicorn's tail hair glowed beautifully. Loren pulled the light and began to draw the second pair of magic words on the bottom of the box.

With previous experience, the progress this time was very fast.

By night, Loren's formal magic text could be drawn with only one or two strokes left to take shape. He originally wanted to draw the regular runes in one go, but today, Friday, there was still Snape's daily task to complete.

After exiting the book of fantasy, the sky outside the window has completely darkened. In the dark sky, the stars are shining. It is a good weather for stargazing.

Loren had a quick bite and headed to Snape's office.

The Potions Master's Office.

When Loren knocked on the door and came in, Snape was grading homework, as he always did.

I made some calculations in my mind. There were not many students in Hogwarts, and the lower grades had one Potions class a week. In the next advanced potions class for senior students, although there are fewer students, the number of classes per week increases.

Being a professor at Hogwarts is not an easy job. Emmm, even Defense Against the Dark Arts classes are dangerous.

"Good evening, Professor Snape!" Loren was in a very good mood today, and his tone was filled with excitement unconsciously.

Snape raised his dead fish eyes and stared at him, then lowered his head and continued correcting his homework. Gryffindor was now leading by a large margin, and he was not in a good mood.

"There are two boxes of potatoes in the storage room. Use the "Shen Feng Shadowless Curse" to remove the skins of the potatoes. The skin should not be thicker than a fingernail. "Snape finished speaking and stopped talking to Loren.

Loren only felt cold and breathless. The weather was several degrees below zero, and Snape's words were even colder than the weather.

How could he come up with so many teasing teaching processes, last time it was about curing potatoes, this time it was about peeling potatoes, and next time it was about making mashed potatoes.

Did you know that the food I hate most is potatoes.

Silently complaining in his mind, Loren took out his wand neatly and vented his anger on Tudou. He used the Shadowless Curse with great ease.

The process finally ended before lights out, and he even felt a little relieved by cutting potatoes.

When we returned to the common room, there was no one there.

Harry, Hermione, and Ron were sitting around, plotting loudly.

Loren could hear Harry and Ron's voices standing at the door of the lounge.

"Fire Dragon! This is illegal."

"At the Wizards' Conference in 17*9, the bill banning the raising of fire dragons was officially passed. This is a very dangerous move." Ron once again advised Harry to abide by the rules.

The three of them went to visit Hagrid today and found that he was hatching a fire dragon egg. It was said that he won it from a bet in the bar.

"Are there no wild fire dragons in Britain?" Harry asked.

Hermione was also very concerned about this issue. She had never heard similar rumors in the news.

"Of course," Ron said. "There are ordinary Welsh green dragons and Hesidian black dragons. The Ministry of Magic has dedicated staff to deal with these matters."

He then advised Harry that raising a fire dragon violated more than 700 laws, including the Statute of Secrecy, and the consequences would be enough to turn Hagrid into fire dragon fodder.

"But!" Harry lowered his voice, "How many times in our lifetime can we see Charmander emerge from its shell?"

Ron couldn't argue, and his heartbeat started to beat faster. What a unique experience it is to watch a Charmander emerge from its shell.