The days of hanging out at Hogwarts

It's late at night in Hogwarts. The portraits hanging on the walls have fallen asleep, and the corridors are empty.

Listening carefully, there seemed to be some light footsteps in the air, adding a bit of eerieness to the dim environment.

"Who is Nagini and why are you talking to me?"

There was chatter in the corridor, and Harry had wanted to ask this question since he was in the library.

"This story is a bit long."

Loren began to tell his experience. Professor Trelawney made a prophecy related to Albania. After Christmas, he went to the Albanian forest with Professor Dumbledore and accidentally discovered the blood-cursed orc Nagini in the hollow tree.

I only talked about the general content and skipped the specific process. I didn’t mention the salvation of desperate souls, the waves, or the magic stone.

Harry and Ron were speechless, with several emotions mingling inside them. Sympathy for the blood-cursed orc Nagini, and shocked by Loren's bizarre experience.

Ron thought about those days when he was worried that no one would play chess, but his roommate was actually doing big things. He felt a little bit like Seamus felt.

"Can my Parseltongue help?" Harry asked, wanting to help.

"Maybe, it depends on what Dumbledore arranges."

This made Harry and Ron feel relieved. If it was Dumbledore, there would be no problem.

"Fennel cereal."

A command suddenly sounded at the empty door in front of her, waking the fat lady from her sleep.

The fat lady rubbed her eyes, subconsciously opened the door and turned sideways, "Who is it?"

When she put down her hand and looked carefully, she saw no one.

"The invisible bad boy who walks at night." The fat lady muttered, closed the door of the passage and went to sleep.

Returning to the dormitory and going to bed, silver light flashed under the quilt, and Loren's consciousness sank into the alchemy laboratory.

In the hemispherical building made of red brick walls, Flamel was lying on top of the black boiler. A faint red light shone from the boiler, shining along the lines on the surface of the boiler.

"Flamel, how can I save Nagini?" Loren asked.

"Made with magic stone creatures." Flamel slowly floated over like a fallen leaf floating on the water.

"Biological refining?"

Flamel stood up and explained to Loren, from the cultivation of the basilisk to the creation of some magical animals. Some dark wizards are doing body patchwork and grafting, and the inferi are considered part of the biological refinement.

"I know there was an alchemist who spliced ​​his daughter and a dog together." Loren said, not sure if it was the kind of refining he was thinking of.

Flamel frowned, hell, his illusory body actually felt some physical discomfort.

"First of all, there is currently no such advanced biological refining technology in the magic world. It is seriously illegal to do any biological refining related to the human body without authorization."

"Oh." Loren didn't worry about breaking the law. In the magic world, it's not illegal if you don't get caught. "What should I do?"

"Understand the structure of the human body. When refining it, building the human body requires your knowledge. The rest depends on luck." Flamel lay down again and floated around.

"luck?"

"The body must match the soul, otherwise the two will be mutually exclusive and will continue to weaken and eventually disintegrate." Flamel explained.

Loren blinked. The more he listened, the more it sounded like Voldemort was possessing Quirrell. As a result, Voldemort's soul did not match Quirrell's body, causing Quirrell to become weaker and weaker. If it weren't for the unicorn's blood, Quirrell's body would It should disintegrate.

"How to match the body and soul?" Loren asked. Voldemort longed for a body that truly fit, and he must be interested in such knowledge.

"As I said, it depends on luck." Flamel spread his hands and smiled, "A person's 50-year-old soul may not match his 49-year-old body. Only he knows what he looks like deep in his heart. Others Can’t even see it.”

Deep in his heart, Loren nodded with some understanding.

"Let's start today's magic text sketching." Flamel ended the topic.

Loren continued his great work of refining space equipment.

The wand tapped one end of the unicorn's tail hair, and the white filaments emitted silver light and clung to the wand.

Carefully move the wand to draw double concentric circles on the inner bottom of the suitcase, and outline a six-pointed star within the concentric circles. Regarding the outline of the base of the formation, Loren was already proficient in it.

The next difficulty is the three pairs of magic texts.

The three pairs of magic texts are located at the six corners of the hexagram. Each pair is symmetrical about the center of the hexagram. It is said that there are three pairs, but in fact it is three.

The function of the first pair of magic words is to isolate space so that the space in the real world does not affect the space expanded by the Traceless Stretch Spell in the box. To prevent the box from being bumped by the outside world, it will be shaken inside. To put it simply, it is shockproof.

The function of the second pair of magic words is to divide the weight, so that the weight carried by the space and the weight carried by the box are separated.

The Seamless Stretching Charm itself has the ability to reduce weight to a certain extent. The Hogwarts suitcase has this effect, but the suitcase does not have much space to expand. Loren wants a room-sized space, and if it is filled with things , relying solely on the Traceless Stretching Spell cannot achieve the desired effect.

The third pair of magic words connects the space inside the box with the real space. If you want to store living creatures in the space, you must ventilate it with the real space at all times to prevent the creatures inside from being deprived of oxygen and suffocating when the box is closed. To be isolated from real space while still connected in some ways.

After getting a set of magic words, Loren felt that the space in the box was not extended, but that a small bubble-like auxiliary space was opened up in the dimension of real space. The box was just the entrance and exit of the bubble space.

Of course, this is just a little guess on his part.

It was another busy night. Loren spent the whole night and could not draw a single magic word.

The morning light shines through the window, reflecting a vast expanse of white. Today is another rainy day.

After a holiday, Professor McGonagall was taking Transfiguration class again. The little wizards seemed to have forgotten Professor McGonagall's majesty and were chirping in front of the professor.

"Ron, did your parents send you a picture of the fire dragon?" Dean asked expectantly as he stretched his head from the back row to the front row and inserted himself between Harry and Ron.

The little wizards nearby also slowly gathered together, they wanted to see the fire dragon.

Ron shook his head, "No."

The little wizards dispersed again.

Dean wanted to say something more, but Professor McGonagall had already started teaching.

"Before this lesson begins, let's review turning a matchbox into a snuff box." Professor McGonagall gave everyone a matchbox and asked them to cast a spell.

The result was terrible. Before the holiday, most of the students could transform into a snuff box. Even the worst students could transform into the shape of a snuff box. Now only a few people in the class could do it. It was obvious that there were not many people during the holiday. Practice transfiguration.

Most students have a sense of looking down on transfiguration. They think more magical and powerful spells are cooler, and transfiguration is too useless.

"Professor McGonagall must be very sad." Hermione frowned. Although her snuff box was beautiful, she was not very happy.

Next to him, Loren used his wand to draw magic words on the snuff box, immersed in his own world.

"Ha!" Malfoy had a very standard snuff box placed in front of the table. He looked at the people around him proudly, but no one paid him any attention.

Professor McGonagall pursed her lips and glanced around the classroom.

The little wizards below felt that their inner thoughts had been seen through, and the atmosphere in the classroom became tense. Everyone felt that Professor McGonagall was going to be angry at the next moment.

"Now, let me re-tell the key points of turning into a snuff box..."

Professor McGonagall didn't curse or criticize anyone.

This attitude made the students who had not changed their snuff boxes feel guilty. They listened carefully to every word of Professor McGonagall. The noise in the classroom quieted down, and only the sound of Professor McGonagall's lecture was heard.

After class, Professor McGonagall hurriedly walked out of the classroom. She wanted to go back to the office to re-plan the teaching progress.

In the aisle from the Transfiguration classroom to the auditorium.

"Professor McGonagall must be very sad." Hermione repeated this sentence in frustration. She also felt sad for Professor McGonagall. How could so many people not review the content of Transfiguration?

"Don't worry, Professor McGonagall must have anticipated this situation. This is not her first time teaching first grade."

Loren's words made Hermione feel better.

The afternoon Herbology class was held by Gryffindor and Hufflepuff, starting from the castle and heading to the greenhouse.

The snow and mud on the road were wet by rain, and the dirty black and yellow mud stuck to the boots. The little wizards did not worry about this, and their boots made "plop" and "plop" sounds in the muddy water.

Loren kicked down, and muddy water splashed up and stained the pants of Hermione and Harry next to him. Mud spots stained the black magic robes.

"Ah-" Hermione screamed.

He immediately raised his head and looked straight ahead, pretending that it was just an accident.

Harry looked at Loren expressionlessly. If this man hadn't done it on purpose, he would have eaten the boot.

Loren kept looking in the direction of the greenhouse.

Harry kicked down and muddy water splashed onto Loren and Ron.

"Ouch! You must have done this on purpose!" Evil Loren complained first, accusing Harry.

Harry nodded and admitted directly, "I am!"

As he said that, he stepped down again, and muddy water splashed on Loren and Ron.

"That's enough!" Ron suffered two AOEs. He also retaliated and stomped on the muddy water. He attacked Harry and implicated Seamus at the same time.

Seamus is a guy who doesn't take things too seriously when he sees the excitement. When he saw this behavior, his eyes were shining, "Is this a new game!"

A scuffle began among the Gryffindor boys, with kicks and splashes of mud and water.

Hermione couldn't stand it anymore, so she walked quickly to join the Hufflepuff team with her book in her arms. The other girls in the Lion House also quickened their pace.

But soon the war spread to Hufflepuff, and the little badgers also joined the melee.

"ah!"

"Ha ha ha ha!"

Girls scream, boys laugh.

This scene did not last long, and soon the girls joined the fight and fought back fiercely.

"Ouch - muddy water got into my nose - bah!" It was obvious that muddy water got into the little wizard's mouth when he was talking.

Hermione returned to Loren under fire and sprayed him with mud and water, the man responsible.

It wasn't until they entered the greenhouse and there was no muddy water on the ground that everyone stopped.

Many little Hufflepuff wizards came over to greet Loren enthusiastically. The frozen pears made them social, and the fact that everyone was full of ideas made them even more enthusiastic.

Laughter echoed in the greenhouse.

Loren introduced Rolf to Hermione, Harry and others who were returning home for the holidays. As usual, they mentioned that Rolf's grandfather, Newt Scamander, was the author of "Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them".

Professor Sputraw entered the greenhouse with a smile on his face, and then the smile solidified on his face.

She deeply doubted whether these students had just been dug out of the ground. Did she remember wrongly? Today's lesson arrangement was not to loosen the soil for the herbs, but to loosen the soil for the students.

The little wizards' faces and bodies were covered with mud spots, and they looked at Professor Sputraw with a smile.

The professor slowly walked behind the bench in front of the greenhouse, calmed down his mood, and started today's lesson, "Today we are going to loosen the soil of some herbs that have been dormant in winter to let them wake up..."

The course proceeds as normal, except that the practical part is a little different from before. Everyone no longer wears long-sleeved gloves.

This is easy to understand. Long-sleeved gloves are to prevent mud from getting on the sleeves. Do they still have to worry about this now?

Different herbal medicine classes bring novel experiences to the little wizards.

Loren noticed Rolf in front of him. He always patted his pockets when moving holes for herbs.

A green-headed, green-brained little guy, who looked like a mantis and a villain, the palm-sized guy came out of Rolf's pocket and played with the herbs along Rolf's hand.

Bowtruckle?

Loren looked at it curiously. No wonder Rolf's herbal medicine classes were always O (excellent). This kid hired foreign aid.

Just when Loren was distracted, a cold and moist touch crossed his face, making him shiver in surprise.

"Why don't you help me!" Hermione stared at Loren with bright eyes, angrily. There were mud spots on her hair and clothes, and she wiped the mud spots off her face with a handkerchief.

"Yes! Your Highness Princess." Loren obediently joined in the work of loosening the soil and transplanting.

Hermione laughed in anger, thinking about finding a reason to smear a few more mud marks on his face later.

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"That's it for today's herbal medicine class!" Professor Sputraw asked the little wizards to put their tools away.

The little wizard walked towards the door, planning to go back to the castle to freshen up.

"In addition!" Professor Sputraw looked at the group of mud monkeys and waved his magic wand, "[Tornado Sweep]"

A strong wind blew up, rolling out the mud marks on the little wizards' bodies and flying towards the outside of the greenhouse.

"Watch your image from now on! Don't get so dirty in herbal medicine class."

"Long live Professor Sputraw!"

The little wizards poured out of the greenhouse cheering.

As for how many people continued to tread in the mud on the way back to the city, and how many people were innocently attacked, perhaps they can be distinguished from the laughter and screams.

An unknown little witch was secretly feeling sorry for not being able to draw more mud marks on someone's face.