The days of hanging out at Hogwarts

In the principal's office, Loren picked up the teapot and poured the golden pumpkin juice into the white porcelain teacup, letting out a sweet aroma.

The last time I met Dumbledore was at the International Wizarding Conference in New York. A lot had happened in the past month, and it seemed that they all wanted to have a good chat.

For example, Professor Moody.

Hermione hesitated and asked tentatively: "Principal, do you feel that Mr. Moody is a little... different from the last time we met?"

"Not the same?"

"He called me little witch, as if he had never seen me before or didn't know me..."

Dumbledore glanced at Hermione. In fact, Professor Moody's behavior was in line with Alastor's usual style, but who would have thought that he would take a junior witch to the Ministry of Magic to observe the trial. The person pretending to be Astora didn’t expect that either.

"This is indeed a bit strange. For Astora, he is indeed a little too vigilant, but this may be because he has just arrived at Hogwarts and has not yet adapted to the environment here. In a few days, he will understand that Hogwarts There are no dark wizards ready to attack him at any time."

Hermione's beautiful eyebrows knitted together. Dumbledore's words made sense, but she always felt that something was wrong with Professor Moody.

Loren looked at the old bee who was pretending to be confused and said bluntly: "Professor Moody is fake."

Hermione's eyes widened in surprise, and her expression became tense.

Dumbledore had a look of interest on his face: "Oh, why do you say that?"

"The strong smell of Polyjuice Potion on his body, even strong tea can't cover it up."

"Polyjuice Potion?" Dumbledore raised his eyebrows, "Are you sure? I mean, Astora suffered a lot of incurable injuries when he was young, including his missing eye and right leg. When he As his strong body gradually weakened, the pain that he had been repelled began to come to him, so he often needed to numb himself with alcohol."

Loren slowly shook the pumpkin juice in the cup, waited until its temperature dropped a little, took a careful sip, and exhaled a breath of hot breath: "If you are worried, Principal Dumbledore, you can ask Professor Snape Smell it up close, or try to get some from his hip flask."

"This is really... Regarding the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor this school year, I actually prefer an outstanding young wizard, but after receiving Harry's letter and learning about the omens in his dream, plus this For the upcoming hegemonic tournament in 2019, I changed my mind and asked the experienced Astora to take over the job... I didn’t expect that it would cause Astora to be implicated.”

Dumbledore held the tea cup and sighed half-seriously: "Loren, do you have any clues about the person pretending to be Astora?"

Loren thought thoughtfully and said: "Polyjuice is a magic potion that needs to be prepared in real time, and its effect does not last long. Therefore, if he wants to pretend to be Mr. Moody for a long time, he will need a large amount of polyjuice raw materials, and he will need to collect Mudy in time. Mr. Dee’s hair…”

Hermione's eyes lit up when she heard this, and she blurted out: "If that's the case, Mr. Moody must be very close to him, maybe even in Hogwarts Castle. As long as we subdue this fake guy, we can rescue Moody." gentlemen!"

"I'm afraid not, Hermione..." Dumbledore looked calm and spoke at a leisurely pace, "We are not yet sure where he hid Astora. If he is angered, Astora will be alive. Danger."

Hermione looked at the principal in surprise: "Are we just going to let this fake professor stay in school?"

"Professor Keltburn taught me the experience of catching ferocious magical animals. Sometimes you can let them run away for a while to let them relax their vigilance."

Loren:…

After taking a sip of the pumpkin juice, Loren complained silently in his heart, so Professor Keltburn only had one and a half limbs left. And this excuse sounds like Old Bee wants to open a copy again.

…

When he walked out of the principal's office and returned to the lounge, Loren packed a bag of various candies, including honey honey candies, licorice magic wands, and a pile of cockroaches at the bottom of the principal's box.

There is no guilt at all, and you feel at ease.

If Hermione hadn't stopped him, Loren would have wanted to take the jug of pumpkin juice. Keep it secret, and he had to be rewarded.

This school year has just begun, and the confidentiality period is expected to be long. I will have the opportunity to go to the principal's office to get some remuneration in the future.

He has been coveting the warm and humidified silverware on the desk for a long time.

As a partner in blackmailing the old man, Hermione got several boxes of cockroaches, but seeing how weak she was, Loren kept them for her.

You're welcome. It's what you should do to relieve your friend's burden.

When we returned to the common room, it was already late at night.

A group of young wizards were still standing in front of the fireplace, surrounding Harry and Ron asking about things in the auditorium. Seamus and Dean's faces turned red with excitement:

"Harry, you and Loren are so cool!"

"I dare say you are definitely qualified to participate in the competition. What a pity..."

Hearing the movement of the stone door of the Portrait Cave, a group of young wizards turned to look at them.

“First day of school slumber party!”

Loren smiled and shook his head and leaned over: "Count me in, I still have snacks and candies here, it's all Hermione's fault, otherwise you would still be able to drink the principal's special pumpkin juice."

"The principal's pumpkin juice..." Ron showed a confused expression, "Let's forget it."

Seamus, Dean and others came over and curiously asked about the magic that overturned the professor. They gave up after learning that it was the property of the Iron Armor Curse, and dispersed to study the Iron Armor Curse without much dedication.

"What did Dumbledore tell you alone?" Harry reached for a few licorice wands and asked with a blink, "Does the professor want to put you in solitary confinement? Hermione didn't do anything. Does it count as a violation to accuse the professor?" School rules?”

Loren opened his mouth and came: "Tell us to teach you Occlumency."

"Occlumency..."

Harry's expression became complicated. He had been learning this magic for several years. Except for making some progress when he first came into contact with it, he still couldn't figure it out, let alone closed it off.

Harry held it in for a long time, and finally asked in a low voice: "I also know that I should practice Occlumency. I also said it during the summer vacation, but practicing according to the method Sirius taught me, there has been no progress. Loren, Hermione, you guys What is a good way?"

Hermione opened her mouth but stopped talking.

Forget it, Occlumency is Occlumency, Harry should really learn it.

"A good idea..." Loren put his chin on his hand thoughtfully, "The best way is to fight Legilimency and practice in the confrontation."

Harry's eyes lit up: "Then do you know how to legilimens? I can practice with you."

Hermione shook her head, and Loren waved his hand: "I suggest you go to Professor Snape. He is a famous Legilimency master. Maybe you can gain something unexpected during your practice."

"Snape..."

Harry repeated in a muffled voice, with a troubled expression on his face.

Hermione couldn't help but look at Loren, wanting to ask him what his conspiracy was.

"What are you looking at?"

Loren glanced at her, stuffed a piece of cockroach into her mouth, scratched the bridge of her nose, and then got up and walked upstairs.

The new semester is a new atmosphere. He needs to go to bed early and get up early to study hard. Why stay up late here with these bad students?

Really.

…

Wednesday, 9am.

Potions classroom on the ground floor.

In the first Potions class in fourth grade, Loren stepped into the classroom.

For no other reason, he stayed in bed for a while, and Hermione came down first with his textbook to take his place, so he delayed eating breakfast for a while.

It's all Hermione's fault anyway.

Professor Snape hadn't arrived yet. As soon as Loren entered the classroom, he saw Hermione in the second row with her head down reading a book. The seat next to her was empty. It seemed that it was reserved for him.

"Good morning, Hermione."

"..."

Hermione glanced sideways. The school bell had just ended when this man sat down next to him with his free hand. He was talking about going to bed early and getting up early yesterday, but today he was almost late. She was a little speechless.

Loren flipped through the potions textbook happily: "This is the first potions class of the new semester. I will probably talk about the curriculum for this school year and let us take care of the crucible. There will be no after-school homework."

Hermione lowered her head and prepared silently.

As Loren expected, Professor Snape asked them to maintain the crucible. The maintenance process was not complicated, but it was also a meticulous job. They first wiped it with a damp cloth, then burned it with a flame to remove the dirt on it, and finally wiped it again. .

"Everyone come together!"

Snape said calmly, his black eyes shining slightly, "Let's see how Longbottom burns the third crucible. I have no doubt about it. After all, no one will just watch the crucible burning red and softening on the flames. , until it melts into liquid and flows down."

Neville: ...

He could explain that the first crucible was too old, so the dirt melted before it fell off. The second crucible was fine, but Snape was standing behind him, and the cold feeling all over his body always made him feel warm. The illusion of not being enough burned away.

Neville watched silently as the flames licked the third crucible. In less than ten seconds, the copper crucible turned into red copper juice and flowed down half of the stone table along the stove.

"!!"

Neville closed his eyes in pain, feeling a little depressed.

The running Gorgon! Another aging crucible!

"The fourth crucible..." Professor Snape said coldly.

Listening to the sneers behind him, Neville pursed his lips, picked up the fourth crucible with pliers, and carefully placed it on the stove.

Ten seconds later, the hot copper juice flowed quietly.

Neville: "..."

After burning seven cauldrons in a row, Neville's expression was completely numb. Even when he heard Professor Snape punishing him to disembowel a large bucket of horned toads, there was no wave in his eyes.

He used the horoscope taught by Professor Trelawney last night for divination, and the celestial chart gave him six sun signs. If one of the six crucibles at the back has not aged, and vice versa, it proves that this is the intention of the goddess of luck...

After class, Loren came to the podium as usual, looked at Snape who was packing up his books, and asked, "Professor, how will the activities and courses of the Potions Club be arranged this school year? Are they the same as last year?"

Snape said expressionlessly: "Affected by the competition, the club has suspended operations for a year."

"Okay professor, bye professor."

Loren stepped back obediently, pulling Hermione and walking quickly out of the classroom.

The professor seems to be in a bad mood...

Seeing that there was no one in the underground classroom, Harry walked slowly to Snape: "Professor..."

Snape gave him a cold glance.

"..." Harry hesitated again, but thinking about Occlumency, which had not progressed for several years, he still plucked up the courage to speak, "Professor, I want to learn Occlumency from you...Dumbledore said -"

Snape frowned, looked at Harry for a while, then turned around and left with the textbook.

"Saturday afternoon, my office."

…

Thursday afternoon, Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom.

It's been almost a week since school started, and Professor Moody's name has spread throughout the castle. There's still half an hour before the school bell, and the classroom is already full of fourth-grade wizards.

"Loren, you know why Snape has such a bad temper, don't you?" Ron asked softly.

Harry sat next to Ron and Hermione sat next to Loren in the front row of the classroom. At this time, they were watching Loren teach Neville how to recite a descaling spell that could remove toad guts from under his fingernails. .

"Perhaps it was because of Moody that he caused Professor Snape to miss the position of Defense Against the Dark Arts professor again..." Harry guessed.

Loren and Hermione didn't say anything. They felt that Snape was guarding Moody.

Whenever Snape and Moody came into contact, such as at dinner or passing each other in the corridor, Snape was clearly avoiding Moody.

Hermione thought that Snape might have discovered some loopholes in Moody's disguise, while Loren thought that Snape might be subconsciously guarding against Aurors due to his former status as a Death Eater.

Thumb, thump, thump...

Moody's distinctive footsteps gradually approached along the corridor. The little wizards in the classroom became silent in tacit agreement, and the atmosphere became somewhat solemn.

He walked into the classroom, looking as weird and scary as ever, his claw-like wooden feet peeking out from under his robes.

"Put these things away," Moody said gruffly, walking to the podium with a cane and sitting down, "I said you don't need these textbooks."

Moody took out the roster, shook his head, shook his long gray hair away from his twisted, scarred face, and began to call names. His normal eye moved down the list, and his magic eye kept turning around, staring at each student who responded.

What was surprising was that when he saw Loren and a group of people around him, he smiled strangely, making his scar-covered face even more distorted and weird.

"I have already met some of you in advance, and you can say that I am deeply impressed!" Moody laughed hoarsely, "I have to say, you learned the disarming spell well, Harry Potter! Then The application of the Iron Armor Charm is wonderful, Loren Morgan! If you want to become an Auror after graduation, I can write you a letter of recommendation..."