The days of hanging out at Hogwarts

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Loren closed the lid of the suitcase, which contained a large pile of books that Hermione planned to borrow.

They are all teaching-related content, classic examples, basic magic spell practice points, etc.

These were just some of the useful books Hermione had cleared out. There are also some wizards' theoretical manuscripts, notes, and more special texts that have not been included.

Moving books is a physical job. Loren took a deep breath and asked, "How do you plan to lend it out? You can't take the books from the box in front of them, right?"

The Traceless Stretching Spell is against the law no matter what, and cannot be used openly. Such a large quantity is not easy to stack.

Hermione had already made plans, "I plan to discuss with Professor McGonagall and Mrs. Pince to add a new bookshelf for take-out books in the library. Check them out as you normally would."

"How do you explain the origin of the book?"

After all, the number is quite large, and it is not a collection that two young wizards from Muggle families can take out. It would also be difficult to expose the existence of the Room of Requirement directly.

"Just say that the source is confidential and explain it to Professor McGonagall. This is for the studious little wizard. She will agree." Hermione was very confident in this. Professor McGonagall is a professor who truly cares about his students.

"Let's go tonight. I'll quietly put the books in the box into the library at night." Loren held the box in his hands and weighed it. He was very satisfied with its weight.

"Okay, let's go to the library first." Hermione selected a few notebooks from the stack of books, planning to spend time practicing the spells on them during the holidays.

"What spells are you going to learn during the holidays?" Loren carried the box and walked out of the Room of Requirement with Hermione, heading to the library.

Compared to when they had just received the notice and knew little about the magic world, now they were no longer worried about having a bison trample on them while chanting magic spells.

That kind of situation only happens once every ten years, and every time it makes it into the textbooks.

The professors repeatedly mentioned that it was to take care of the young wizards who had just entered the school, and were afraid that they would cause trouble by practicing magic spells indiscriminately.

"Mainly a few spells to learn in the second grade, the expansion spell, the freezing spell and the universal cracking spell."

At this point, Hermione paused and smiled sweetly, "I still have to go camping with my parents, and I might not have time anymore."

She glanced at Loren secretly, "Do you remember? My mother invited you to be a guest at our house. When will you come?"

Loren began to calculate his vacation schedule.

I guess I won't be able to go back immediately after the holiday, so I'll have to use the magic stone to try to see if I can turn Nagini back. Although I have no clue, I have already obtained the hardware magic stone, so I have to give it a try. Maybe you should ask Flamel.

After that, we should take the Dumbledore Express home. But speaking of going home, Grandpa Bates is still on his trip. Last time he wrote a letter saying that he was revisiting his hometown and meeting old friends. It seems that he hasn't returned home yet. There is probably no one in the ranch house.

What kind of left-behind child? He might not be going back to roast lamb alone.

"I can't tell, I'll give you a surprise then." Loren could only reply.

"If you lie to me..." Hermione clenched her fist and shook it several times, making a threatening sound from her mouth.

Loren secretly made up his mind to put the practice of apparation on the agenda. To overthrow the heretical rule of close combat, it is urgent to learn how to teleport.

Loren accompanied Hermione to the library, which was deserted with no one at all.

The exams are over, there are no classes, no homework, and no little wizard will think that the library is a good place for leisure and entertainment.

The little wizards of Ravenclaw also prefer to borrow books from the library and find a quiet place to read alone.

"Looks like I can dump the books out now," Loren said, looking at the empty library.

Hermione gently pulled the corner of his clothes with her hand, motioning for him to look aside.

Loren looked in the direction. Then they found Mrs. Pince sitting in front of the first row of bookshelves, staring at them with sharp eyes.

Her eyes were locked on them, or him to be precise, and she followed him all the way from the library door to the window seat.

Loren looked away from Mrs. Pince and felt that Mrs. Pince, who had been staring at them as soon as they came in, looked a little miserable. It was really miserable for a person to guard an empty library.

Hermione planned to stay in the library and read. She would be more happy reading than watching those mentally retarded boys bathing with squid tentacles by the lake.

Loren wanted to carry out his own secret business, so he left the box in the library and left.

…

Linen is made by twisting linen threads and is the strongest type of textile. Its surface is not as smooth as chemical fiber and cotton, but has a vivid uneven texture. Painters often take advantage of the subtle and interesting material beauty of linen.

But painters painted on flat linen, rather than turning a bag over and drawing on the wrinkled inside.

Looking at the magic text and magic circle shining with white light on the small pocket in front of him. Loren twisted his neck to relieve the non-existent pain in his conscious body.

Thanks to yesterday's practice, the rest of the process went much smoother.

He used the levitating spell to lift up all the virtual practice materials, approached the black boiler in the center of the alchemy laboratory, threw the materials in, and burned them to a red light without ashes.

After finishing, Loren clapped his hands and looked at Flamel lying above the boiler, "Flamel, I have got the magic stone, how should I understand the structure of the human body?"

Flamel supported his head with one hand, lying on his side, and yawned after hearing this. With a wave of his hand, the alchemy laboratory switched to a bright library.

The place where he lay on his side was replaced by a bookshelf instead of a boiler.

"The refining of the human body is considered taboo, even more taboo than black magic. The wizards who study it secretly do not dare to spread the contents of the notes. Nico did not collect them on purpose."

Flamel patted the bookshelf under him, "There are only the following contents. Most of them are books from the Muggle world."

Loren flipped through the rough notes and maps, which were obviously quite old. Most were written by an author named Andrea Vesalius.

"In Paris in 1534, Nico met a Muggle medical student full of whimsical ideas. He was very interested in bones. Two years later, Nico met him again in Venice. He worked on corpses. Cut it open and carefully study the function of each part. Nico regarded this as a creative work and gave him some small help in terms of money. For a long time afterwards, they kept in correspondence, and these manuscripts It’s all the work of Vesalius.”

"Six Anatomy Atlases" and "Human Structure"...

It looked like a very old anatomy book. Loren flipped through a few pages and put it down.

Modern anatomy is more fully developed. If Flamel only had this knowledge, perhaps he should go to a Muggle medical school to study instead of reading outdated anatomy books on his own.

Flamel continued to say: "Nico believes that this is the way to decipher the mysteries of wizard magic. But the wizarding world is smaller and more narrow-minded than the Muggle society. Even if he is a master of alchemy, it would be inappropriate for him to make such a statement. It would be regarded as an evil dark wizard. So I didn’t study it any further.”

"You have to take this path in the future, have you really thought about it?" Flamel's eyes looked strange when he said this, and he really wanted to get some answers from his eyes.

The magical world is like the Renaissance, a society before the liberation of the mind, but they have extremely high productivity, so they do not have any conditions for reform.

But Loren didn't care at all about this stupidity.

"Of course." Loren grinned.

Dinner time, at the Gryffindor table.

Hufflepuff's savior, Harry Potter seemed to have lost his soul, and his body mechanically stuffed food into his mouth.

Today, Dumbledore suddenly found him, and the two had a conversation. The principal cruelly destroyed his dream of living with Sirius.

But this time Dumbledore didn't act like the Riddler to deal with him, but explained to him very thoughtfully.

"Your mother left an amulet on you with her love. Only blood and family ties can maintain the power of the amulet..."

The power of the amulet can protect him from Voldemort, and he must live with the Dursleys.

Thinking about Dumbledore's words, and then thinking about when he faced Quirrell, he wouldn't have been able to escape if it hadn't been for the strength left by his mother.

Harry wasn't angry at all, just annoyed. I’m not even looking forward to tomorrow’s year-end party.

Next to them sat Loren and Hermione.

While eating, Loren suddenly asked: "What color do you like?"

Hermione subconsciously replied: "Lavender."

"oh."

Hermione didn't think much about it. She was thinking about the books and not on the food in front of her at all. She took a bite and glanced at Professor McGonagall at the guest of honor seat.

"Does Professor McGonagall look very appetizing?" Loren wondered.

Hermione gave him a shallow look, "I'll go find Professor McGonagall and Mrs. Pince later. You go to the library and empty the books out of the box. The sooner the better."

Loren nodded.

Night tours in the library are familiar to me.

…

Summer nights always seem quieter, perhaps because crickets and other unknown insects chirp too loudly, making the castle even quieter.

Loren pushed open the library door, and the crunching sound of loose leaves became more obvious in the dark library.

He picked up an oil lamp from the shelf and lit it with ease. The box is placed by the window during the day, where it can be seen at a glance.

Loren lifted the box and dumped the books out.

"Wow"

"Wow"

A mountain of messy and dirty books was piled in front of the table.

Loren frowned when he saw the pile of books. He was not satisfied. "Mrs. Pince will come in soon. She will definitely curse when she sees this."

He remembered the test question that asked Professor Flitwick to make a pineapple dance, and he got the idea.

The wand is like a symphony baton, waving constantly, drawing a beautiful trajectory.

The books piled up in disorder seemed to have come to life. They stood up one after another, moved their four corners and jumped, as if they were moving their limbs.

Then several books of different sizes were lined up and laid down side by side. The remaining books jumped to the side of these lying books and lay down on them according to their respective sizes. Occasionally, he arched his body and looked straight.

When the thick books have been piled up and it is impossible to lie down on them from the side, the remaining books start to take a run, and then jump to pile themselves on top.

Soon, the messy books turned into neat piles after some instructions.

A smile appeared on Loren's lips, satisfied with his magic control.

After the Quirrell incident, his magic power increased explosively, and occasionally the power of the spell would be too great.

Thanks to the repeated drawing of the magic spell circle, this kind of delicate operation made him more comfortable in controlling magic power.

"...Books...must be helpful to some students..." Hermione's thin voice came from outside the door.

"Crunch"

"Loren has moved the books in."

The sound of the door being pushed open and Hermione's clear voice sounded at the same time.

Professor McGonagall and Mrs. Pince came in one after another and immediately saw McGonagall holding an oil lamp.

"Good evening, Professor McGonagall, Mrs. Pince." Loren greeted with a smile.

Mrs. Pinsi looked at the dust on the ground, and her face sank. She quickly walked to the neatly stacked books and looked through them.

Professor McGonagall looked at Loren, but Loren just smiled at her without seeing the result. Professor McGonagall turned her attention to the stack of books.

Mrs. Pince's gloomy expression softened as she turned the pages. She flipped through a few pages of each book before putting it down, quickly classifying the books in her mind.

"I still want to know the origin of these books." Professor McGonagall spoke slowly.

Hermione was a little anxious, "Professor McGonagall, we agreed to keep it a secret."

"If there are only a dozen or dozens of books, I can not ask about the source, but this is too much." Professor McGonagall looked at Hermione's anxious expression, paused, and explained, "The school board may use this to investigate Hogwarts Finances."

She seized on Old Crabbe's loopholes and put pressure on the school board to implement a series of measures for Hogwarts' independent jurisdiction. Now is the time to argue with the school board, and we cannot allow the school board to seize the opportunity to fight back.

Every donation from school alumni needs to have a source and be documented. Otherwise, the school board can continue to review financial opportunities and postpone these matters until the next school year, or even forever.

"These books...we..." Hermione was speechless. She couldn't explain clearly, and her eyes were red.

Seeing Hermione getting more and more anxious, Loren stepped forward and put his hand on Hermione's back to ease the little girl's mood.

He said: "Don't worry, Professor McGonagall, Principal Dumbledore knows the source of these books, and he will give a normal source."

Professor McGonagall pursed her lips, her eyes fell on these worn books, and finally nodded in agreement.

Mrs. Pince then said angrily: "The way the books are organized is all wrong. Can you only see the size of the books?"

Her expression had turned to joy.

Mrs. Pince turned her wand in a circle in her hand, and several wooden boards quickly flew out from the depths of the library and spliced ​​together to form a bookshelf.

The neatly stacked books began to be opened in half, and the pages on both sides were like wings, flapping and flying to the bookshelf. According to the account category, it is docked at different levels.

Soon there was a new bookshelf in front of them.

Professor McGonagall looked at the bookshelf with a gentle expression, "I will ask the prefect to inform students who are interested in borrowing books. They can come to the library to register to borrow books in the next two days."

"You need to make it clear to Dumbledore as soon as possible."