The days of hanging out at Hogwarts

Loren Morgan, a black-hearted capitalist, had to squeeze out the venom from snakes himself. With the help of foreman Harry Potter, he quickly completed the workload of two boxes of snakes.

Loren closed the box again and arranged the test tubes containing the venom neatly on the shelf. An Xin waited for Snape to come back and announce that today's lockdown was over.

Hermione's words made a few people interested in visiting the storage room, but they didn't dare to touch anything. No one knew whether Snape had cursed or poisoned these materials.

Harry felt that Snape had that kind of intention. He left the office and asked them to let down their guard and touch anything casually. They would be poisoned and die without leaving any evidence.

Ron stood far away, curious about the value of these materials, and kept asking Hermione and Loren.

"How much is this worth?"

"The skeleton of the invisible beast is worth dozens of galleons, and their fur is even more valuable."

"what about this?"

"I don't know the price of the Winged Demon's wings either."

After waiting for a long time, Snape never came back.

Combined with Snape's behavior of putting the galleons that Dumbledore awarded them on the table in advance, Loren speculated, "There should be no need to wait for him to come back."

Hermione and the other three didn't object. They couldn't wait in the office forever.

Loren and the others checked again, confirmed that nothing was missing, and left.

Ron walked happily at the front holding a small bag containing gold galleons, throwing it up, catching it, throwing it up, and catching it. Listening to the crisp metal collision sound of the gold galleons in the bag, heartfelt happiness welled up in my heart.

Tsk, nice night.

Harry also felt in a good mood. There was no Snape in the confinement, and those tedious and psychologically stressful tasks were easily solved by his Parseltongue.

Loren and Hermione walked behind, not talking about anything, and followed quietly. It seems like anything can be said, and yet it seems like nothing needs to be said.

Walking forward, walking through the dark shadows and into the light of the candle. You can feel that there is such a person beside you, and you are walking on the same road at this time, so you don't have to worry about finding topics.

Some moist air at night entered the lungs, and it was cool, making breathing easier.

"Are you free tomorrow?" Hermione asked, as if she were casually saying the wind was nice today while walking on the roadside.

Loren was also very relaxed, "Nothing planned, what's wrong?"

"I want you to accompany me in duel training."

"No problem at all."

The two became quiet again, walking side by side in the corridor, breathing comfortably...

Several people returned to the lounge, found a corner to sit down, opened the bags and distributed the money.

There were a total of 60 Galleons in the bag, 10 more than Dumbledore said, and each person could share 15 Galleons.

Tomorrow is Saturday. Ron was ordered by Mrs. Weasley to take leave for the weekend and go home. Maybe his butt would be blooming when he came back, but when he thought about his new wand and the extra gold galleons, Ron couldn't stop. Enjoy your stay.

…

Early the next morning, Hermione dragged Loren to the Room of Requirement.

With a straight face and a serious face, Loren suggested that Hermione also start with the Iron Armor Curse. This is a curse that can last a lifetime and can protect against most evil curses. For those who have experienced magic riots, learning the Iron Armor Curse is the best choice.

Hermione cleared her mind, nodded and agreed with Loren, and started practicing the Iron Armor Charm.

It was finally time for me to avenge my shame. Loren could no longer keep his face straight, and the corners of his mouth raised uncontrollably.

"Is there any problem?" Hermione thought Loren's smile looked suspicious.

Loren rubbed his cheek and said, "Ahem, there's no problem."

After speaking, Loren began to tell Hermione some details of the Iron Armor Curse, the gestures when casting the spell, and the intonation of the spell.

Hermione was no stranger to these. During the process of Loren practicing the Iron Armor Charm, she watched Loren improve little by little, and she quickly memorized these key points.

In the duel room built by the Room of Requirement.

Loren and Hermione stood facing each other, wands raised in front of them. From this moment on, Loren couldn't hold back his expression anymore and showed a wicked smile that couldn't wait.

The smile almost had ill intentions written on her face. Hermione was a little frightened. She tightened the wand in her hand and focused on Loren.

It's my turn to perform! Loren thought to herself.

"Are you ready?"

There was no sneak attack. Hermione felt a little relieved and said in a deep voice: "Ready."

"Are you ready?"

The curse was about to come, Hermione said with a breath, "Ready."

"Are you ready?"

Hermione finally understood that Loren was teasing him, and was a little speechless, but still responded: "Ready."

Hermione recalled the first sparring scene between the two. It was the first time she had cast a binding spell on someone. She was so nervous that she unconsciously asked several questions.

Hermione found it funny. She was nervous so she repeated it, but Loren actually remembered it to this day and wanted to recreate the original scene.

Just when Hermione thought Loren would repeat it a few more times and was ready to answer a few more times, Loren took action.

"[Tongtong Petrochemical]"

Hermione didn't have time to react. She was illuminated by the white light of the curse. Her whole body stiffened, her hands were stuck to the sides of her pants, and she fell straight down.

yeah!

Loren secretly cheered as his treacherous plan succeeded.

His face remained calm. He walked over, squatted down and looked into Hermione's eyes, pretending to regret and said, "Oh, it seems you are not ready."

The little witch's eyes widened and she stared at Loren's face. If there was a magic that could materialize her eyes, Loren would have been shaved down to nothing but bones.

Loren pretended to lift the curse on Hermione.

As soon as the spell was lifted, Hermione immediately stood up and wanted to settle the score with Loren.

Loren squatted on the ground and raised his head, looking at Hermione with innocent eyes. His sky-blue eyes were very clear, as if to say, what was wrong with me? I just asked "Are you ready" a few more times?

Hermione couldn't catch the mistake and couldn't find it easy to attack, so her little white teeth gritted together and said, "Do it again!"

"Okay!" Loren answered readily and stood up simply.

The two men dueled again for positions.

Loren smiled happily, "Are you ready?"

When Hermione heard this, she wanted to blow her wand into Loren's face, but she still held back and replied, "Yes." She didn't dare to relax at all, and was always on guard against Loren's sudden attack.

"Are you ready?"

"yes--"

"[Tongtong Petrochemical]"

Before Hermione could finish her reply, she was hit by the binding spell again and fell to the ground.

You're dead, you're dead!

Hermione lay on the ground with her eyes closed, these words echoing in her mind.

Loren squatted next to Hermione again, wanting to talk over tea. Seeing that Hermione's eyes were closed, he stretched out his hand to flick the girl's eyelashes. The girl's eyes were itchy and couldn't bear to open them.

"This is also part of actual combat. You have to learn to deal with sudden spells." Loren's tone sounded serious, and he looked into Hermione's eyes sincerely.

Hermione was led astray, as if that was the case.

"Then let's continue."

After Loren broke the curse, before Hermione could stand up, he walked to the side and made a dueling stance.

"Are you ready?" Loren asked loudly.

Hermione quickly adjusted her posture, "Yes."...

The sparring was on the right track. With Loren's experience, Hermione could avoid many detours. The greater magic power would make it easier for Hermione to cast the Iron Armor Curse.

Although she couldn't resist Loren's binding spell all morning, by the end of the sparring session, Hermione was close to grasping the feeling of a magical barrier.

The two decided to strike while the iron was hot and continue sparring in the afternoon.

On the way to the auditorium for dinner, Loren hummed an unknown melody, and anyone could tell that he was in a happy mood.

"Are you happy?"

Loren coughed twice and cleared his throat, "I have something important to announce."

Hermione tilted her head and looked at Loren, "Say."

"The current record between Hermione Granger and Loren Morgan is 22 to 23, with Mr. Morgan temporarily leading."