The days of hanging out at Hogwarts

In the alchemy laboratory of the Book of Fantasy, Loren pursed her lips tightly and stared at the slowly moving tip of the wand at the bottom of the box, paying attention to every turn of the pen for fear of making a mistake.

This is the first pair of magic texts that he has drawn for countless times.

The tip of the wand was surrounded by unicorn tail hairs that emitted silvery white light. Under Loren's careful control, he slowly and forcefully outlined a weird symbol that was not too complicated.

Glowing lines were printed bit by bit on the bottom of the black leather case, going around a few weird turns of the pen, and finally using up the last bit of the unicorn tail hair's light ink with a gentle lift of the wand.

As Loren finished writing, the entire mysterious and weird symbol suddenly burst into bright light, and finally merged with the six-pointed star array base wrapped in double rings.

Loren looked at the symbol in front of him and smiled with satisfaction.

After several days of continuous hard work, he was able to skillfully outline the formation base and the first magic text. Compared with the double circle and the hexagram, which use three unicorn tail hairs in total, a single magic text symbol requires a feather. If you make a mistake, you have to start over from the circle.

Pulling another one from the unicorn tail hairs floating in the sky, the wand inspired a silver-white pure magic light. He has become much more proficient in using the summoning spell.

The Calling Curse can be regarded as the predecessor of the Flying Curse, but it does not involve complex magic principles and does not have any spells.

Compared with the Flying Curse, which can make objects from unknown locations fly directly over as long as there is a target, the Calling Curse only summons things within sight. This is not even a magic spell. Some adult wizards can do this subconsciously. kind of effect.

But the little wizard can achieve the effect naturally and smoothly, which shows that Loren has more comprehensive control over the magic power in his body, which will make him more comfortable in using other magic spells, and will not cause him to lose control of his magic like Seamus, the explosive wizard. Case.

The wand pulled the glowing unicorn tail hair and turned it neatly between the fingers. The glowing fine tail hair left a beautiful ring in the space. Loren turned the suitcase 180° and began to carve a magic text that was symmetrical to the center of the first magic text.

The first one is the regular magic text, and the second one is the reverse magic text.

With the experience of the first magic text, the second same magic text progressed smoothly, and the finishing strokes were immediately reached.

As if holding a writing brush, the ring finger presses against the wand and exerts slight pressure. The tip of the wand pulls the unicorn tail fur's glossy ink upwards, and then closes the pen in reverse-shaped magic writing.

Loren stared at the second magic text, expecting it to echo the previously sketched magic text and integrate into the double-circle hexagram array base.

The second magic text emitted a silver-white light, which did not dim as normal. The light quickly turned into a warm yellow. Loren realized something had changed, and the warm yellow gradually deepened into a fiery red. The two magic texts disintegrated into the air together, dispersing into tiny sparkling lights.

The alchemy array began to emit light and heat, burning the bottom of the leather case to emit white smoke, giving off an unpleasant burnt smell, and finally leaving a black, burnt round spot.

Outlining failed.

Flamel floated behind Loren and glanced at the black round spot, "Can you recall which step went wrong just now?"

Loren frowned and carefully recalled the sketching process. He confirmed that every step he took in sketching the second magic text was the same as the first magic text. He shook his head and replied: "I can't think of any step that is wrong."

"Of course, there was nothing wrong with the drawing process. But you didn't understand the meaning of the magic text, you only remembered its shape." Flamel took off again, as if he had anticipated this situation.

"Magic is the inner reaction of the wizard. If you don't understand the meaning of the magic words, you can't use them."

Loren was puzzled, "But my first magic text was successfully drawn."

"When you sketched the first magic text, you hadn't used it yet. When you drew the second magic text that echoed it, you reached the point of using it if you wanted to achieve the effect." Flamel turned to Loren and fell down. , stopping at the same height as him.

Loren still couldn't accept it, "I already know the meaning of this magic text. It is an isolation magic text subordinate to the space."

"What you said is absolutely correct. It belongs to the scope of space and plays an isolation role. But this is just your perception of it, not your understanding."

"Then what is understanding?"

"For example, when you see the word black, the impression of black will be reflected in your mind." After finishing speaking, Flamel seemed to feel that it was not intuitive enough. He paused and said, "Immediately name three black things."

"Frozen pear, magic robe, magic wand." Loren answered quickly. He was also thinking of the night sky, the water of the black lake, his hair, and many, many black things.

"This is understanding, you understand the meaning of black." Flamel looked into Loren's blue eyes.

"Then how should I understand the magic text? Is there anything in it that can be visually presented?"

Loren believes that only after seeing a lot of black objects can he have the same understanding of black in his mind, and what realistic expression can the magic text have?

"Think about its meaning, and you will notice it in real life." Flamel did not give a specific answer, and drifted away after speaking, leaving Loren the space to think.

"Space is isolated from space..."

In the empty alchemy laboratory, glowing magic words flowed on the red brick walls, reflecting the shadow of contemplation.

Gryffindor common room.

Loren leaned on the bench, his eyes wandering on the ceiling, muttering: "Space, compartment..."

Harry and Ron were looking for Hermione with their Transfiguration homework, and they tried to get Hermione to help them correct their homework. I walked around a few times upstairs and downstairs, and asked Parvati Patil, but she didn't know where Hermione was.

Since discovering that most young wizards spent the Christmas holidays giving back to their professors basically what they learned in the previous school year, Professor McGonagall has almost doubled the amount of homework assigned. Part of it is the content of the previous school year, which is assigned as homework for everyone to review, and part of it is the teaching content of the next school year.

This is a pain for some young wizards who write slowly and suffer from procrastination.

The two sat down on the bench dejectedly, completely missing the transparent man Loren next to them.

"What has Hermione been doing lately? She hasn't been able to see anyone." Harry complained.

"She's Hermione. We can't find her anywhere to read." Ron didn't seem so anxious, "Or we can look for Loren."

"Oh~" Harry sighed, "Loren will copy the homework directly for us."

He paused and continued: "It's not bad, but I still feel that it's more practical to read the book myself."

Since many people in the Transfiguration class were unable to transform into snuff boxes, Professor McGonagall was very disappointed but did not blame anyone. Many young wizards felt guilty about this, and their learning attitudes became correct.

Loren's mind was taken back from the magic text. He heard the conversation between the two people and had some vague guesses about Hermione's whereabouts.

"I can also help you check out the wrong answers." This is not a troublesome thing, and Loren has no reason not to help with this.

Harry and Ron were startled by Loren's sudden voice.

"Damn it! When did you come?" Ron looked at Loren sitting aside in surprise.

"Is it possible that I was sitting here from the beginning?" Loren said with a contrived tone of grievance, "As a roommate, you didn't care about me at all."

The two of them looked uncomfortable, as if they had eaten a pile of cockroaches and were speechless.

In order to interrupt Loren's performance, Harry hurriedly handed over his homework, "Please help me mark the Transfiguration homework."

Loren put away her resentful attitude and took the parchment. She looked around and found no ink bottle or quill. She subconsciously used her wand to draw on Harry's homework. After a few strokes, I realized that there was no unicorn tail hair here, and the wand couldn't draw anything.

Turning his head, he saw Harry and Ron staring blankly at him. Loren raised his wand and nodded quietly, feeling that he was confused by drawing the magic text.

Without looking for the quill, Loren used the transfiguration spell on Harry's handwriting, extracting some ink marks from the original words, which made them lighter in color. The extracted ink marks circled the parchment paper. Wrong answers are formed into circles, with the page number of the textbook containing the correct answer condensed next to it.

Loren handed the corrected answer to Harry, "My transfiguration won't last long. It will be enough for you to find the correct answer before tomorrow night."

"Oh!" Ron exclaimed, "I think your transformation skills have improved again."

He said and handed Loren the homework.

"You will improve if you spend the time you spend practicing playing chess." Loren said. The two of them became addicted to wizard chess after the beginning of the next school year. Harry enjoyed the even battle and the joy of victory. Ron was watching the most predictions. How many moves did Harry make.

Ron did not answer the question, "Speaking of which, do you know what Hermione has been busy with recently? No one can see her except for class all day long."

Loren's eyes were on Ron's homework without raising his head, "I practiced a new spell before, and Hermione wants to catch up with my progress."

"Tsk!" Ron clicked his tongue, "She is always unwilling to fall behind and wants to be number one."

Harry thought thoughtfully, "If you ask me, this is not a good character. We should help her."

"What do you think?" Loren said.

"Play chess. Hermione only loses when she plays chess, and it's good for her." Harry finally revealed his intentions.

Maybe he really has the idea to help Hermione, but he also has his own little thoughts.

No one could beat Ron in chess before, including Hermione. Now Harry felt that he could win or lose against Ron. He was already at the same level as Ron. If he could beat Hermione...

Thinking of this, Harry smiled unconsciously.

Loren understands this mentality. It is not to outdo anyone, nor to prove who is inferior. It is like two good friends walking on the road. One of them suddenly jumps up and touches a leaf, and the other wants to touch the higher one. Leaves. A strange comparison mentality unique to friends.

Ron remained silent as he waited to see how many mistakes he made in his Transfiguration homework.

"Um……"

Loren finished grading Ron's homework and looked at Harry's silly smile. He didn't know how to persuade this stupid kid, "Let's wait until Hermione comes back and ask her opinion."

Loren did not expose Ron. If Ron was exposed, two people would lose their happiness, but if he chose to keep it secret, two people would continue to be happy. In order to maximize his happiness, he finally chose to keep it a secret.

There was still some time before lights out, and Hermione slowly came back from the lounge. When she saw the three people sitting together, her eyes lit up and she ran over, her loose brown curly hair beating with her footsteps.

Hermione sat down next to Loren neatly, "I can also use honey jars to hold pebbles!" The little witch was very happy with the progress of her Seamless Stretching Spell.

Before Loren could speak, Harry said first, "Hermione, we have an idea to tell you."

Several people told Hermione the idea that playing chess could help her relax.

Hermione pondered for a while, and it seemed that trying to be first in everything was not the right hobby, but she was used to it. When she was in Muggle school, she had conflicts with her classmates because of these things. When she met Loren at Hogwarts, she was not isolated, and she also made a group of friends who accepted her personality.

"Okay!" Hermione agreed, regardless of whether it was useful or not, just treat it as a casual game after practicing the spells.

Looking through the chessboard, Ron used chess pieces that had been passed down from his family and were older than him. Harry hesitated for a long time before letting Hermione use his brand new chess pieces.

"Knight, advance."

"Queen, kill it."

…

The game was stalemate for a long time, until in the end, both sides almost ran out of chess pieces, and Ron won with a slight advantage.

Hermione frowned slightly, having a strange feeling that when she made a bad move, Ron would make a similar bad move within a few moves, which led to a stalemate.

Harry was beside him eager to try. In his opinion, there were several opportunities that he could seize and win.

"Let me take my turn!" Harry squeezed Ron to sit in his seat and turned the chessboard around. He used brand new chess pieces and let Hermione use Ron's old chess pieces.

Hermione hesitantly started a new game with Harry.

The situation was terrible.

Hermione had just finished a round and was in good shape. In the past few days, Harry had been playing the baby chess that Ron fed to his mouth, and his level was getting lower and lower.

"General." Hermione said without feeling anything, and ended the game easily.

Harry opened his mouth, in disbelief at the endgame on the chessboard.

I looked at Hermione opposite, then turned to look at Ron next to me. Why was this different from what I thought? There was a big question mark in Harry's head.

"Chess piece, Hermione used your chess pieces to beat me. They didn't listen to your instructions." Ron hurriedly said something to fool Harry. Such a good sparring partner could not make him understand.

"Is that so?" Harry was doubtful.

Isn't it just winning or losing a game of wizard chess, what's so special about it? Hermione looked at the two men suspiciously, then turned to look at Loren, her eyes expressing "Is there something I don't know about you?"

Loren ignored the big deceiver over there and the lame person who was deceived, and pulled Hermione's sleeve to the window.

Outside the window, the clouds in the sky are filled with the brilliance of the moon and stars, and there are sparse firelights in the forest in the distance, which are the campfires of the centaurs tribe.

"Chasing first and being strong are not bad habits that need to be broken." Loren looked into the distance.

Hermione understood that this was what she was talking about just now. She supported her head on the edge of the window sill with her hands. The light from the sky and the forest was reflected in her brown eyes. "Perhaps if you change it, you will be more gregarious." Her tone was cheerful.

“You don’t have to change yourself to fit in with others, just be yourself.”

"Hermione is Hermione, the know-it-all, the one who gets O's in every assignment, the one who seizes all the time to catch up with me under the Invisible Stretch Curse. This is the stronger Hermione." Loren looked at the stars around her.

"Hmm." Hermione looked at the firelight on the blue background.