days at Hogwarts

Chapter 91 Spiritual Guide

Compared with his peers, Neville had a larger and burly body, but this did not bring him any courage.

The glory of his parents and the expectations of his grandma all the time. This kind of family environment brings long-term depressed emotions, which makes his magic more dull compared with his peers.

Learning magic is the slowest group, always forgetting things, always deducting points in potions class, all these things combined make Neville feel a little inferior.

Neville felt very lucky to be able to study at Hogwarts, and being sorted into Gryffindor by the Sorting Hat was the only thing he could be proud of.Going to school keeps him away from his grandmother's stressful gaze and gives him a group of friends.

But just today, Malfoy's teasing and other people's ridicule smashed the shelter in Neville's heart.

"I don't have the guts, I don't deserve to be a Gryffindor..." Neville continued to repeat.

The childish posture of the slightly obese body made Loren and the others feel even more uncomfortable.

Harry and Ron looked at Neville who was crying, at a loss, not knowing how to comfort him, Hermione's hand unconsciously grabbed the hem of his clothes.

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

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

"Hear me out!"

Loren's voice was a little louder, with a hint of menace. Harry and the others beside him were a little intimidated by Loren's serious look.

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

"Your parents are Aurors, do you know that?" Loren took out his handkerchief from Neville's robe, handed it to Neville, motioning him to wipe it.

Neville took the handkerchief and clutched it in his hand.

"Your parents, the Longbottoms, escaped Voldemort three times. They once faced Voldemort and fought bravely."

Neville knew this, Granny had been encouraging him with things about his parents, but this was different; he wasn't as brave as his parents, nor as gifted with magic.

He looked at Loren, wondering what he was talking about at this time.

"Harry's parents, the Potter couple, they had the same experience as your parents. They escaped three times and died at the hands of Voldemort. Harry finally grew up in his vicious aunt's parents."

"He was locked in the storage room since he was a child, and his head would reach the ceiling when he stood up, and he was treated like a servant."

Loren stared at Neville and raised his finger to Harry, "Do you see how 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 so small that a child couldn't jump up and touch the ceiling, and Harry felt that this affected him.

But in the end Harry still shook his head cooperatively, if he didn't, he wouldn't.

"You see, after he entered Hogwarts, he broke Malfoy's hands and feet and a few ribs in the second week, and killed a troll on Halloween. Was he afraid of anything?" Loren was impassioned 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 was very upset when he heard this. What do you mean by breaking Malfoy's limbs and ribs? It's like I broke Malfoy's limbs, and I'm not Dudley.There are also things about the trolls that were obviously done by the 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 are actually similar to Harry." Loren's voice calmed down.

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

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

"No, your talents are very similar."

Loren's voice became even more bewildering. He reached out and pulled out a somewhat aged wand from Neville, "I guess this isn't your own wand?"

"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 well."

"Ron is an example. If you think about it carefully, is he much more powerful after changing his wand?"

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

"Let's talk about Quidditch again. Don't forget, you are the first little wizard to fly in flying class. That's not a lack of talent."

"The ones who are really untalented are me and Hermione. It took us a long time to get the broomstick to respond slightly."

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

"Yes, it was you who kept flying slowly and slowly because you were afraid. Whether it's magic or Quidditch, your talents are similar to Harry's. Change the wand that suits you, control your emotions, and take out the Gryffindor courage."

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

Neville couldn't bear it anymore, and got up on all fours, "I'm going to write to grandma right away to exchange for a wand."

Hermione, Harry and Ron were stunned, watching Neville trot all the way and disappear from sight.

What is a spiritual teacher!Loren clapped his hands, very satisfied with the way he said just now, "The problem is solved."

"Is what you said true?" Ron looked at Loren with some admiration.

"Will the Gryffindor team have an extra Seeker? That's great!" Harry said excitedly, his thoughts were still on the Quidditch matter, maybe this way he could escape Snape's persecution .

"Wake up Harry, even if he joins the team now, it's too late for training." Loren hit.

"Ah~" Harry sighed, "Yes."

He pulled Ron aside to continue discussing what to do.

Hermione turned her head sideways and whispered in Loren's ear, "You just acted like a door-to-door salesman."

The girl's breath hit Loren's cheek, and it was a little hot. Loren quibbled: "What is a liar, is there anything wrong with what I said? The wand does have an effect, and Neville was indeed the first to fly."

Immediately afterwards, there was a burst of muttering, "I just made some processing and speculation, how can I be considered a liar..."

In the basement of Hogwarts, the lights have not been turned off.

Loren was on his way to Snape's office. It was almost a week since school started, and it was Friday night again.Counting it, Grandpa Bates' wolfbane potion should be almost used up.

He was still thinking about Neville. Neville is indeed not weak in the late stage, and his talent is not bad. Maybe changing to a magic wand can really take off.

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

dong dong dong.

"Come in." Snape's voice was muffled, and it sounded like it came from the storage room.

Loren pushed the door open and went in. Seeing that there was no one in the office area, he walked inside for a while and entered the storage room.

Snape, dressed in black, was waiting for him, still expressionless, looking mocking.

Seeing the four boxes next to him, Loren's steps froze, but he remembered that the snakes should still be hibernating, and then relaxed.

"Good evening, Professor Snape."

Snape sneered, "I thought you'd call me a thief of the Philosopher's Stone."

It appears that Dumbledore did talk to Snape about this.

Loren didn't reply, and secretly slandered her in her heart, but I didn't think so.If you are yin and yang, what am I doing? If you are yin and yang, go to Harry.

Snape didn't get a response, and turned his gaze to the box, "Collaborate with me to process these herbs, keep up with my speed."

After speaking, with a wave of his hand, four boxes flew onto the console.Two of them slid aside, obviously herbs for Loren.

Open the lid, and there are many kinds of herbs of different types and different origins piled up in the box, all of which look very fresh, with white frost on the crisp grass leaves.

The box should be equipped with a special preservation magic. Loren found some flowing lines on the inner wall of the box. This box may be an alchemy item specially preserved for herbal medicine.

Loren had never seen many herbs, but she wasn't too flustered.Most of the herbal medicine processing procedures have been learned before, and some can be deduced by looking at the types of herbal medicine, let alone just follow Snape's operation.

Snape didn't say much, just took out the herbal medicine and started to process it.

Loren hurried to follow.

At the beginning, it was the processing of some flowers and plants. 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 in another empty box, and the pile is getting higher and higher.

When it comes to a black tuber, things change a bit.

Putting the tuber on the operating table, Snape swiped his wand, quickly and easily cut off the black skin of the tuber. The flesh of the tuber was dark purple with some redness, and a black-red mucus with a strange smell oozes out.

Then Snape carefully used the Levitation Charm to stop the tuber in the air, waited 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 slime, and using magic to cut it, he knew that the layer of slime was not a good thing.

Then he can't cut it with a knife foolishly, who knows what will happen if he touches 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.

All right, come by yourself.

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

"【Wingardim Leviosa】"

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

Loren still couldn't use the floating spell to flexibly manipulate this special blade to slice the tuber skin, so he could only slowly manipulate the skin blade to make a slit on the tuber.

After finishing this step, he put the epidermis aside, let out a breath, and prepared for the next steps.Loren planned to expand the incision to the interface between the epidermis and the flesh through deformation surgery, so that a layer of skin could be completely removed.

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

Loren imagined the result of the transformation in his mind, aiming the tip of his wand at the sooty tuber.

"That's it." Snape interrupted the Transfiguration being prepared, "Although it is uncertain whether it will be successful, at least it proves that you are not a fool who just sits and waits to die."

"Just one drop of the slime from the Andean nightmare potato can make you sleepy until you graduate." With his wand, he flicked it back and forth, cutting out the tuber in front of Loren, and hovering in the air.

"You can go back." Snape kept his eyes fixed, checking the degree of solidification of the tuber mucus.

You can't just ask me if I have an idea, you just have to toss me, right?

"Good night, Professor." Loren sneered in his heart, with a smile on his face, he turned his head and left.

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

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

There was a palm-sized bottle on the table, which he was already familiar with, and it contained wolfbane potion.

Loren picked up the potion and found that there was a piece of parchment under the bottle, which should be for homework or something. He picked up the parchment and left without looking at it. He didn't want to stay in this office at all.

Walking slowly back to the Gryffindor common room, Loren stuffed the potion into the pocket of his robe before opening the parchment to see what his homework was for this week.

The ink on the parchment is not dry yet, so it should have been written not long ago, and the first line in the middle reads: Shenfeng Wuying Curse.

……

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

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

The dueling practice room of the Book of Fantasy.

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

Flamel wasn't surprised that Loren chose the dueling practice room.

"【Shenfeng Wuying】"

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

"No, your wand failed to shoot anything."

Without raising his head, Flamel 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 is exactly the content of Shenfeng Wuying, and the book of fantasy is engraved based on Loren's memory.

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

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

"The cutting in the spell is irreversible, in terms you can understand—" Flamel paused, "This is black magic."

"dark magic?!"