The days of hanging out at Hogwarts

Compared to his peers, Neville was larger and taller, but this didn't give him any courage.

The glory of his parents, his grandmother's constant expectations on him, this kind of family environment brought long-term suppressed emotions, making his magic power slower than that of his peers.

They were among the slowest in learning magic. They always forgot things, and points were always deducted in Potions class. All these things combined made Neville feel a little inferior.

Neville felt very lucky to be able to go to Hogwarts, and being sorted into Gryffindor by the Sorting Hat was the only thing he was proud of. Going to school allowed him to stay away from his grandmother's stressful eyes and gained him a group of friends.

But today, Malfoy's teasing and other people's ridicule destroyed the shelter in Neville's heart to pieces.

"I don't have the courage, I don't deserve to be a Gryffindor..." Neville still repeated this sentence.

The slightly fat body made a childish gesture, which made Loren and others feel even more uncomfortable.

Harry and Ron looked at the crying Neville and were at a loss as to how to comfort him. Hermione's hands unconsciously grabbed the corners of her clothes.

Loren walked forward and squatted in front of Neville, "Neville, listen to me..."

Neville was immersed in twisted emotions, "I don't deserve to be -"

"listen to me!"

Loren's voice was a little louder and slightly intimidating. Harry and the others next to him were a little intimidated by Loren's serious look.

Neville stopped moving his lips, put down his hands covering his face, and looked at Loren blankly.

"Your parents are Aurors, did you know?" Loren took out Neville's handkerchief from his robe, handed it to Neville, and motioned for him to wipe it.

Neville took the handkerchief and held it in his hand.

"Your parents, Mr. and Mrs. Longbottom, escaped from Voldemort three times. They once faced Voldemort and bravely resisted."

Neville knew this, and his grandma had always encouraged him with his parents' stories, but this was different. He was not as brave as his parents, nor as talented in magic.

He looked at Loren, wondering why he was talking about this now.

"Harry's parents, Mr. and Mrs. Potter, had the same experience as their parents. They escaped three times but died at the hands of Voldemort. Harry eventually grew up in the house of his evil aunt."

"He was kept in a storage room since he was a child. When he stood up, his head would hit the ceiling. He was treated like a servant."

Loren stared at Neville and raised his hand to point at Harry, "Do you think this affects him? Has he lost his courage?"

Neville stared blankly at Harry, following his fingers.

Loren turned his head and asked Harry: "Does this affect you?"

"this……"

Harry opened his mouth. He wanted to say that the storage room was not that small. For a child to jump, he could not touch the ceiling, and Harry felt that this affected him.

But in the end, Harry shook his head cooperatively, "No, no."

"Look, after he entered Hogwarts, he broke Malfoy's arms, legs and several ribs in the second week, and killed a troll on Halloween. Was he afraid of anything?" Loren said impassionedly. said.

In front of the fireplace, Neville felt that Loren's blue eyes reflecting the firelight were so dazzling. Facing his question, Neville shook his head.

Harry felt very uncomfortable when he heard this. What do you mean by breaking Malfoy's limbs and ribs? It's like I broke Malfoy's limbs. I'm not a person like Dudley. And the thing about the troll was obviously done by a few of us together.

"Your parents are so similar to Harry's parents, and your birthday is only one day earlier than Harry's. You and Harry are actually pretty much the same." Loren's voice softened.

This sentence entered Neville's mind like a devil's whisper, and he could feel his heart beating uncontrollably.

But he quickly reacted, "Harry's magic is better than mine, and he's also very good at Quidditch. We are different, and our talents are also different."

"No, your talents are also very similar."

Loren's voice became more bewitching. He reached out and pulled out an old wand from Neville, "I guess this is not your own wand, right?"

"No, it's not," Neville replied. It was his father, Frank Longbottom's wand, which his grandmother hoped would give him power.

"Each wand has its own wizard. If you use an inappropriate wand from the beginning, of course you won't be able to perform it well."

"Ron is an example. If you think about it carefully, he is much more powerful with a different wand."

Loren's words made Neville's eyes widen and his heart beat excited again. Ron changed his wand and became really powerful, and for a period of time he always taught them how to cast spells.

"Let's talk about Quidditch again. Don't forget that you are the first little wizard to fly in flying class. This doesn't mean you have no talent."

"The really untalented ones are Hermione and I. It took us a long time to get the broomstick to react even slightly."

His thoughts followed Loren's words involuntarily. Neville felt a heat rush from his left chest to his brain. His breathing involuntarily increased, "Yes, is that so?"

"Yes, it's because you were afraid that you kept flying slowly and slowly. Whether it's magic or Quidditch, your talent is almost the same as Harry's. Change the wand that suits you, control your emotions, and use the Gryffindor's courage."

Loren paused and his voice became inaudible, "You can also be the savior."

Neville couldn't bear it anymore and got up on his hands and knees, "I'm going to write a letter to grandma and get a new wand."

Hermione, Harry and Ron were stunned as they watched Neville trot away and disappear from sight.

What is a spiritual mentor? Loren clapped his hands, very satisfied with his escape just now, "Problem solved."

"Are you telling the truth?" Ron looked at Loren with some admiration.

"Will there be one more Seeker on the Gryffindor team? That would be great!" Harry said excitedly. His thoughts were still on Quidditch. Maybe this way he could avoid Snape's persecution. .

"Wake up Harry, even if he joins the team now, it will be too late for training." Loren struck.

"Oh~" Harry sighed, "Yes."

He pulled Ron aside to continue discussing what to do.

Hermione turned her head and whispered in Loren's ear: "You were just like a door-to-door liar."

The girl's breath hit Loren's cheek, which was a little hot. Loren argued: "What do you mean by a liar? Is there anything wrong with what I said? The wand does have an effect, and Neville was indeed the first to fly."

Then there was a muttering, "I just made some processing and speculation, how can I be considered a liar..."

In the basement of Hogwarts, the lights are still on.

Loren was walking on her way to Snape's office. It was almost a week since school started and it was Friday night again. It seems that Grandpa Bates's wolfsbane potion is almost used up.

He was still thinking about Neville in his mind. Neville was indeed not weak in the later stage, and his talent was not bad either. Maybe he could really take off with a different wand.

Gradually he walked to the end of the corridor and stopped in front of the office door.

Boom, boom, boom.

"Come in." Snape's voice was vague, sounding like it was coming from the storage room.

Loren pushed the door open and saw that no one was in the office area. He walked a little further and entered the storage room.

Snape, dressed in black robes, was waiting for him, his face still expressionless, looking like he was mocking.

Seeing the four boxes next to him, Loren froze in his steps, but then he relaxed after remembering that the snakes were probably still hibernating.

"Good evening, Professor Snape."

Snape sneered, "I thought you were going to call me a thief who wanted to steal the Sorcerer's Stone."

It seems that Dumbledore did discuss this issue with Snape.

Loren didn't reply, secretly complaining in his heart, it's not what I thought. What do I do with your yin and yang? Harry goes with your yin and yang.

Snape received no response and turned his eyes to the box. "Process these herbs with me. Keep up with my speed."

After saying that, he waved his hand and four boxes flew onto the console. Two of them slid aside, apparently giving Loren the herbs to use.

Opening the lid, there are many kinds of herbs of different types and origins piled in the box. They all look very fresh, and the crisp grass leaves are still covered with white frost.

The box should have been cast with special preservation magic. Loren discovered that there were some streaks of light on the inner wall of the box. This box might be an alchemy item specially designed to preserve herbs.

Loren had never seen many herbs, but he wasn't too panicked. I have learned most of the herbal processing procedures before, and I can deduce some of them just by looking at the categories of herbs, not to mention just following Snape's operation.

Snape didn't say anything more and just took out the herbs and started processing them.

Loren hurried to follow.

At the beginning, it was about processing some flowers, stems and leaves. Snape was a little faster, but Loren could barely keep up.

There are fewer and fewer herbs to be processed in the box, and the processed herbs are piled higher and higher in another empty box.

When it came to a piece of jet-black tuber herbs, the situation changed a bit.

Place the tuber on the workbench and move Snape's wand, quickly and easily cutting off the black skin of the tuber. The flesh of the tuber is dark purple with some red, exuding black-red mucus with a strange smell.

Then Snape carefully used a levitating spell to stop the tuber in the air, waiting for the mucus on the surface of the tuber to solidify into a thick film, and looked at Loren on the side.

Loren was dumbfounded. Seeing Snape's careful operation, not daring to touch the mucus, and using magic when cutting, he knew that the layer of mucus was not a good thing.

Then he couldn't just stupidly cut it with a knife, who knows what the consequences would be if he touched the mucus.

He looked at Snape, and the two looked at each other for a long time. After confirming that Snape really wouldn't help, Loren turned to look at the herbs.

Okay, just do it by yourself.

Not sure whether using a knife would affect the medicinal properties of the herbs, Loren planned to use transfiguration to complete the operation.

"[Wingardim Leviosa]"

Suspend the skin cut off by Snape, and use Transfiguration to shape a blade on it without changing the material.

Loren still couldn't use the floating spell to flexibly operate this special blade to cut the tuber skin. He could only slowly control the skin blade to make a slit on the tuber.

After completing this step, he put the cuticle aside, exhaled, and prepared for the next step. Loren planned to use deformation surgery to expand the incision to the interface between the epidermis and the flesh, so that a complete layer of skin could be removed.

Such a delicate transformation technique is no small challenge for him.

Loren imagined the result of the transformation in his mind, and pointed the tip of his wand at the black tuber.

"That's it." Snape interrupted the Transfiguration that was being prepared. "Although it is not certain whether it will succeed, at least it will prove that you are not a fool who will just sit back and wait for death."

"Just one drop of Andean potato mucus can make you sleep until graduation." He pointed his wand back and forth, cutting out the tubers in front of Loren and hovering them in the air.

"You can go back." Snape looked intently, checking the degree of solidification of the tuber mucus.

You can't just ask me if I have any ideas, you have to torment me, right?

"Good night, Professor." Loren cursed in his heart, turned around and left with a smile on his face.

As soon as they walked out of the storage room, Snape's voice came from behind, "Take the things on the table away, and you'd better give me a different result next week."

This is professor, this is professor. Loren took a deep breath and advised himself.

There was a palm-sized bottle on the table that he was already familiar with. It contained Wolfsbane potion.

Loren picked up the potion and found a piece of parchment under the bottle. It should be homework or something. He picked up the parchment and left without looking at it. He didn't want to stay in this office any longer.

Walking slowly back to the Gryffindor common room, Loren put the potion into the pocket of his robes, and then opened the parchment to see what this week's homework was.

The ink on the parchment has not yet dried, and it must have been written not long ago. The first line in the middle reads: Shen Feng Shadowless Curse.

…

Back in the dormitory, Neville's snoring could be heard in the room. He jumped up to the Gryffindor Tower today and experienced huge mood swings of sorrow and joy. He was very exhausted physically and mentally.

Loren touched the bed, and inside the quilt where no one could see, there was a burst of silver light.

The Duel Practice Room in the Book of Fantasy.

The outline of the magic text has encountered a bottleneck. Before understanding the true meaning of the magic text, the reverse-shaped magic text cannot echo the regular magic text, and practice will not help.

Flamel was not surprised that Loren chose the dueling practice room.

"[Shen Feng Wu Ying]"

Loren waved his wand, aiming directly at Flamel, who was floating in the air and flipping through the parchment.

"No, your wand didn't fire anything."

Flamel didn't even raise his head, looked at the parchment and praised: "The wizard who invented this spell is extremely talented, and he perfectly embodies the characteristics of cutting."

The parchment contained exactly the contents of Shen Feng Wu Ying, and the Book of Fantasy was reproduced based on Loren's memory.

"But I don't recommend you to continue practicing." Flamel raised his head.

Hearing this, Loren stopped waving his wand and looked at Flamel in confusion, "Why?"

"The cutting in the spell is irreversible. In words you can understand -" Flamel paused, "This is a black magic."

"dark magic?!"