days at Hogwarts

Chapter 87 The first day of next school year

At Hogwarts in the middle of the night, the portraits hanging on the walls were already asleep, and the corridors were empty.

Listen carefully, it seems that there are some light footsteps sounding in the empty space, adding some weirdness to the dim environment.

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

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

"It's a bit of a long story."

Loren began to talk about his experience. Professor Trelawney made a prophecy related to Albania. After Christmas, he went to the Albanian forest with Professor Dumbledore. By chance, he found the blood-cursed orc Nagini in the hollow tree.

It only talked about the general content, skipped the specific process, did not mention the salvation of desperate souls, did not mention the waves, and did not mention things about the Philosopher's Stone.

Harry and Ron were at a loss for words, several emotions were racing through their minds.Sympathized with the blood curse orc Nagini, and was shocked by Loren's bizarre experience.

Ron remembered those few days, he was worried that no one played chess, and his roommate was actually doing big things, he felt a little bit about Seamus' feelings.

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

"Maybe, it depends on how Dumbledore arranges."

This reassured Harry and Ron that if it was Dumbledore, it would be fine.

"Fennel granola."

A password sounded suddenly at the empty door in front of him, waking the fat lady up 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, no one saw it.

"Nightwalking stealthy bad boy." The fat lady muttered, closing the passage door and going to sleep.

After 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. There was a faint red light in the boiler, shining along the lines on the surface of the boiler.

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

"Use the Sorcerer's Stone to make it biologically." 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 basilisks to the production of some magical animals.Some black wizards are doing body patchwork and grafting, and ghost corpses are all part of biological refining.

"I know an alchemist who spliced ​​his daughter and a dog together." Loren said, wondering if it was the kind of alchemist he thought.

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

"First of all, there is no such advanced bio-alchemy technology in the magic world at present, and it is seriously illegal to do any bio-alchemy related to the human body without authorization."

"Oh." Loren didn't worry about breaking the law. What the magic world pays attention to is that if you don't catch it, it's not illegal. "What should I do."

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

"luck?"

"The body must match the soul, otherwise the two will repel each other and will continue to weaken and eventually disintegrate." Flamel explained.

Loren blinked, the more it sounded like Voldemort possessed Quirrell, the result was that Voldemort's soul and Quirrell's body did not match, making Quirrell weaker and weaker. If it wasn't for the unicorn's blood, Quirrell's body would It should disintegrate.

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

"I've said it all, 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 see it."

Deep in his heart, Loren nodded with a vague understanding.

"Let's start today's rune sketch." Flamel ended the topic.

Loren continued his great career of refining space equipment.

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

Carefully stroke the wand, draw a double-ring concentric circle on the inner bottom of the suitcase, and draw a hexagram inside the concentric circle.Regarding the outline of the base of the formation, Loren has mastered it proficiently.

The next difficulty is the three pairs of runes.

The positions of the three pairs of runes are respectively on the six corners of the hexagram, and each pair is symmetrical about the center of the midpoint of the hexagram. It is said that there are three pairs, but there are actually three.

The function of the first pair of runes is to isolate the space, so that the space in the real world will not affect the space expanded by the traceless stretching spell in the box.To prevent the box from being bumped and bumped outside, the inside will be turned upside down. Simply put, it is shockproof.

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

The Untraceable Stretching Curse itself has a certain ability to reduce weight. Hogwarts suitcases have this effect, but there is not much room for expansion of the suitcase. If Loren wants a room-sized space, if it is full of things However, the desired effect cannot be achieved by relying solely on the Untraceable Stretching Mantra.

The third pair of runes is to connect the space in the box with the real space. If you want to store living things in the space, you must ventilate with the real space at any time, so as not to close the box, and the creatures inside will be asphyxiated due to lack of oxygen.To be disconnected from real space while remaining connected in some way.

With a set of runes, Loren felt that the space inside the box was not extended, but a small bubble-like subsidiary space was opened up in the dimension of the real space. The box was just the entrance and exit of the bubble space.

Of course, this is just his guess.

It was another busy night. Loren spent the whole night without drawing a single rune.

The morning light shines through the window, reflecting a vast expanse of whiteness, and today is another cloudy and rainy day.

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

"Ron, did your parents send you pictures of dragons?" Dean asked expectantly, poking his head from the back row to the front row, 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, and Professor McGonagall had already started teaching.

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

The result was terrible. Before the holiday, most people could conjure a snuff box, even the worst students could conjure the shape of a snuff box. Now only a few people in the class can do it. It can be seen that there are not many people during the holiday. Practice Transfiguration.

Most of the students have a sense of looking down on Transfiguration. They think that more magical and powerful spells are cooler, and Transfiguration is too weak.

"Professor McGonagall must be very upset." Hermione frowned. Although her snuffbox was exquisite, she was not very happy.

Loren next to him used his wand to draw runes on the snuffbox, immersing himself in his own world.

"Heh!" There was a very standard snuff box in front of Malfoy's table, and he looked at the people around him triumphantly, but no one paid any attention to him.

Professor McGonagall pursed her lips, her eyes darting around the classroom.

The little wizards below felt that their inner thoughts had been seen through, and the atmosphere in the classroom became serious. Everyone felt that Professor McGonagall would get angry in the next moment.

"Now, let me go back to the point of changing the snuffbox..."

Professor McGonagall did not curse or criticize anyone.

Such an attitude made the students who didn't change the snuff box feel guilty. They listened carefully to every word of Professor McGonagall, and the noise in the classroom quieted down, only the voice of Professor McGonagall lecturing.

After class, Professor McGonagall hurried out of the classroom, and she wanted to go back to the office to re-plan the teaching progress.

In the hallway from the Transfiguration classroom to the auditorium.

"Professor McGonagall must be very sad." Hermione repeated this sentence in frustration. She also felt sorry 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 the first time she has taught the first grade."

Loren's words made Hermione feel better.

In the afternoon herbal class is held by Gryffindor and Hufflepuff, starting from the castle to the greenhouse.

The road was rain-soaked snow and soft dirt, dirty black and yellow dirt clinging to boots.The little wizards were not troubled by this, and their boots made a "click" and "click" sound when they stepped on the muddy water.

When Loren stepped down, the muddy water splashed and stained the pants of Hermione and Harry next to him, and the mud stained the black magic robe.

"Ah—" Hermione screamed.

He immediately looked up and looked straight ahead, pretending it was just an accident.

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

Loren didn't squint, and kept looking in the direction of the greenhouse.

Harry stepped down, and muddy water splashed on Loren and Ron.

"Oh! You must have done it on purpose!" Loren, the villain, complained first, accusing Harry.

Harry nodded and admitted directly, "I am!"

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

"Enough!" Ron suffered two AOE, and he retaliated back, stomping his foot on the muddy water, counterattacking Harry and implicating Seamus.

Seamus is a guy who doesn't take too much trouble when he sees the excitement. Seeing this kind of behavior, his eyes are shining, "Is this a new game!"

The Gryffindor boys' team began to scuffle, with kicks and kicks, mud and water splashing.

Hermione couldn't take it anymore, and walked quickly to the Hufflepuff team with the book in her arms, and the other girls in the Lion House also quickened their pace.

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

"what!"

"Hahahaha!"

Girls scream, boys laugh.

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

"Ow—mud water got into my nose—bah bah!" Obviously, when the little wizard spoke, mud water got into his mouth.

Hermione returned to Loren under the gunfire and splashed mud and water on him. This person was the culprit.

It was not until entering the greenhouse that there was no muddy water on the ground that everyone stopped.

Many little Hufflepuff wizards came to greet Loren enthusiastically. The frozen pears made them socialize, and the occasion where everyone was dressed in mud made them even more enthusiastic.

Laughter echoed in the greenhouse.

Loren introduced Rolf to Hermione and Harry, who came home from the holiday, and as usual, mentioned that Rolf's grandfather, Newt Scamander, was the author of "Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them".

Professor Sputrow entered the greenhouse with a smile, and then the smile froze on his face.

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

The faces and bodies of the little wizards were covered with mud spots, and they looked at Professor Spoutlaw with a smile.

The professor walked slowly behind the bench in front of the greenhouse, calmed down, and started today's class, "Today we are going to loosen the soil for some succulent herbs to wake them up..."

The course progressed normally, but the practical part was a little different from the past. Everyone did not wear long-sleeved gloves.

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

Different herbal medicine classes bring novel experiences to little wizards.

Loren noticed Rolf in front, he always patted his pocket when moving the herbs.

A green-headed and green-brained creature that looked like a praying mantis and also looked like a villain, the palm-sized little guy got out of Rolf's pocket, and stroked the herbs along Rolf's hand.

Bowtruckle?

Loren looked at it curiously, no wonder Rolf's herbal medicine class is always O (excellent), this kid asked for foreign help.

Just when Loren was distracted, a cold and wet touch passed across his face, making him shiver in shock.

"It's not good to help!" Hermione stared at Loren with bright eyes, angrily.There were mud spots on her hair and clothes, and she wiped off the mud spots on her face with a handkerchief.

"Obey! Your Royal Highness." Loren joined in the loosening and transplanting obediently.

Hermione laughed angrily, thinking of finding a reason to smear some mud marks on his face later.

……

"That's the end of today's herbal medicine class!" Professor Sputrao called to the little wizards to put away their tools.

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

"Also!" Professor Spoutlaw looked at the group of mud monkeys and waved his wand, "【Whirlwind Sweeping】"

A strong wind blew up, rolled up the mud prints on the little wizards, and flew towards the outside of the greenhouse.

"Pay attention to your image in the future! You can't get so dirty in the herbal medicine class."

"Long live Professor Sputrow!"

The little wizards burst out of the greenhouse cheering.

As for how many people continued to step on the muddy water on the way back to the city, and how many innocent people were killed, it might be possible to tell from the laughter and screams.

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