The days at Hogwarts

Harry breathed a sigh of relief, took the chocolate, tore open the package skillfully, put it in his mouth, and muttered incoherently, "Is this the only way to practice brain occlusion? It's too boring."

Black avoided Harry's gaze, looked to the side, and said guiltily: "The color of the crystal ball can reflect your emotions. When you can block the crystal ball's induction, it will prove that you have learned the brain-blocking technique."

It's just that when he was learning Occlumency, someone would use Legilimency to let him feel the process of his mind being spied on. When you can sense the changes in your brain, you will learn much faster.

But he didn't know Legilimency, so he had to let Harry practice in front of the crystal ball by himself, while he explained some theoretical knowledge and occasionally demonstrated.

Harry swallowed the melted chocolate and felt a little more cheerful. "I've been staring at the crystal ball all day for a month, and I don't think it helps at all."

When you practice each day, watch the crystal ball change from orange-red, which represents positive emotions, to peaceful blue, and finally to negative gray-green.

After a while, his color would turn red, which represented anger. That meant Harry was ready to smash the crystal ball. After a month, he was already familiar with the whole process.

"Occlumency is a very advanced magic, and it takes a long time to learn," Blake said seriously.

Harry pretended not to hear this. He held up his chin with one hand, looked at the crystal ball which had become clear and transparent again, and asked casually, "Why do you think Headmaster Dumbledore must let me learn the brain block technique?"

Blake was fiddling with the coffee machine on the countertop. The image on TV said that chocolate could calm people and make them happy, and that it was the caffeine that was at work.

Caffeine can make people happy. Coffee contains a lot of caffeine. Blake concluded that coffee is a stimulant for Muggles, but without the side effects of stimulants.

Encouraged by TV shopping, Blake quickly bought a coffee machine and tried to make a Muggle stimulant.

Harry tried to persuade him several times, but found that Black was in high spirits and didn't listen to his advice at all, so he gave up in the end. He felt that Sirius was obviously playing with the machine instead of making coffee.

This happened many times in a month, including trying to modify a lawnmower so that it could fly and cut people's hair, and modifying a chainsaw so that it could fly and chase people.

Compared to these things, the ten-year-old flying motorcycle parked in the warehouse is actually the most normal thing.

"To protect you, of course. Occlumency can resist Legilimency, preventing others from spying on your thoughts and emotions. It also protects against the Soul Removal Curse and Veritaserum. These are common methods used by Death Eaters." Black replied.

Harry glanced at it and then looked away: "But, didn't you oppose me learning the brain-blocking technique before?"

"I just think this kind of magic is risky," Black pressed the valve stem. "Many young wizards from pure-blood families will be taught Occlumency before they graduate. For example, the Malfoy kid will definitely have to learn it before he graduates."

Harry imagined Malfoy holding a crystal ball in a daze, and nodded. Malfoy would definitely break a lot of crystal balls.

"Occlumency makes people hide their inner thoughts and close them off. If young wizards don't handle it well, they will cut off their connections with other people and become withdrawn and paranoid. It's like black magic that makes people lost."

"I have a cousin who is extremely gifted. Not long after learning Occlumency, she also learned Legilimency. And then there's my brother Regulus. They all became Death Eaters in the end."

The brown coffee liquid slowly flowed out from the outlet and fell into the cup below. The gurgling sound was calm and Blake's words were without a trace of emotion.

But the fact that a very emotional person exhibits such a state just proves that he cares very much about this matter.

Harry lowered his voice: "Then should I still learn?"

"Dumbledore specifically asked you to learn. He must have his reasons. He never does anything unnecessary." Black picked up the coffee and took a sip. The bitter taste made his whole face distorted.

"Yue!" He put the cup on the table and asked with a bitter face, "Is this Muggle Joy Potion?"

Harry felt that this was the Sirius he was familiar with. He pointed at the game controller in front of the TV and said, "That's the joy potion."

The two looked at each other and laughed.

……

"George! Fred!"

Mrs. Weasley's loud roar spread from the first floor to the third floor and reached George and Fred's bedroom, "If you don't come down to help, someone will be in trouble!"

dong dong dong, dong dong dong!

There was a hurried sound of footsteps coming down the stairs, and George and Fred hurried to the kitchen and began to pick up potatoes, cut bread, and help Molly make breakfast for the family.

Ron and Ginny were still young, so they didn't need to go into the kitchen to help. They just stayed outside and waited quietly.

After working for half an hour, a rich breakfast was placed on the table, and Percy slowly came down from the bedroom.

While his mother was still finishing up in the kitchen, Fred called out, "Oh, look who's finally willing to come downstairs?"

"Guess what the prefect is doing in the room?" George touched Fred's shoulder.

They both shouted together, "Wipe the prefect badge!"

Then the two of them laughed together, and Ginny and Ron also had a faint smile on their faces. Percy glanced at the twins out of the corner of his eye, not caring at all, and it was obvious that he was in a good mood.

Dad hadn't come back yet and Mom was still in the kitchen, and the brothers and sisters began to whisper to each other.

Ron complained, "I've written several letters to Harry, but I haven't received a single reply. Is there something wrong with Errol?"

Errol is their family's owl. He is very old and used to get tired when delivering letters. Ron suspects that Errol is too old to deliver letters and is senile.

He turned to look at Percy, "Percy, can you lend me your Hermes?"

"I need it myself, so I can't lend it to you." Percy shook his head to refuse, then stared at the bread on the table in a daze, his eyes unfocused, staring blankly, motionless like a doll.

Percy must be hiding something from us. The twins looked at each other with suspicion on their faces.

"I have to invite Harry to be my guest. This can't go on. Harry will think I broke the promise." Ron complained.

"But last time we wrote to Lee Jordan using Errol, we got a reply right away."

"Errol is not senile yet," said the twins.

Ron's eyes widened. "That means something is wrong with Harry! Is he locked up by his aunt and uncle?"

The twins get excited:

"We have to rescue him."

"Save the Savior!"

Before Ron could respond, Molly came out of the kitchen. The two brothers looked at each other, paused, and wisely shut up.

Molly put the mashed potatoes on the table and asked, "Is your dad not home yet?"

The brothers shook their heads together.

At this moment, the door slammed.

"He's back!" George said. "Dad is back."

Mr. Weasley hung his hat and coat on the hooks on the right hand side of the door, dragged his tired body to sit at the head seat of the long table, and panted.

Mrs. Weasley hastened to pour him a cup of tea at the right temperature.

Arthur took a big sip of tea and breathed a sigh of relief, "I went to Knockturn Alley to check out some stores today. I should have been able to come back earlier today, but something unexpected happened."

"What happened?" Fred asked anxiously.

The children also stretched their necks, waiting to hear the story that happened that night.

"The kid from the Crabbe family, I remember his name was Vincent Crabbe, and he was in the same grade as Ron. He was captured by werewolves and taken to Knockturn Alley. It took a lot of Aurors to rescue him. We just happened to catch him when we were checking."

"Werewolf!" Ginny screamed with her mouth open, a little panic on her face.

"Werewolf!" Except for Percy, the other brothers opened their mouths and screamed, their voices full of excitement.

"Was Crabbe bitten?"

"Is he going to turn into a werewolf too?"

"The little werewolf wizard from Slytherin!"

"This is so cool!"

Molly listened to the series of words and slammed the table angrily. "How can you say this about your classmate? Even if he is from Slytherin, you shouldn't say these things! If Professor McGonagall or Headmaster Dumbledore were here, they would be ashamed of students like you."

Arthur saw that she was about to continue educating the child, so he blinked and interrupted: "The interesting thing is that the boy didn't have any scars on his body. Moody even suspected that he had provoked the werewolf."

"Oh!" The brothers and sisters opened their mouths in surprise, but due to Molly's majesty, they didn't say much.

"He's only in the first grade, and his parents—" Molly sighed. Old Crabbe was one of the famous Death Eaters back then, and she didn't want to say this in front of the child.

"The Ministry will take care of it, eat."

The family began to enjoy breakfast, and soon the Weasley household at the Burrow returned to its usual bustle.

Chapter 149 Home Time

Loren's Patronus Charm was no longer suitable for practicing in the courtyard. The shining silver-white light could be seen from several kilometers away. The light was soft and not dazzling, but very conspicuous.

So the practice location of the Patronus Charm was moved to a sealed empty room. Loren's new home was too big, so there were many empty rooms. Besides, he had lived here for a short time, so there were not many things that needed to be stored.

The empty room had nothing but four walls and the floor.

Hermione was in the room, running along the wall, looking here, touching there, very interested.

"The layout of our two houses is the same. You should have a similar room in your house. What's so good about it?"

Loren was also checking the room, occasionally waving his wand to clean some corners that had not been cleaned before. The dust was crushed into a small ball and placed at the door.

"The rooms over there are all filled with things. I've never seen an empty room before." Hermione found this very new. She reached out and touched the wall again, and her white and tender fingers were covered with dust.

Hermione came to Loren, patted his shoulder, and smiled sweetly: "Practice the Patronus Charm quickly, I will help you clean the room."

Loren made a "tsk" sound and slapped her dirty little hand away: "The Hermione I used to know was not like this. You have become bad."

Hermione was in a good mood: "Don't you know who you learned this from? Hurry up and practice."

She hummed a scattered tune and went to clean the dust with her wand.

Looking at Hermione's back, Loren condemned her in his heart before walking to the center of the room and standing still.

His Patronus Charm continued to grow in size, with no sign of solidifying. To be honest, Loren felt a little anxious when he saw Hermione's little dolphin.

Even if it doesn't condense, it can handle a company of Dementors. There must be a limit to how big it can get... Loren exhaled and said:

"[Calling God to Guard]"

Layers of rippling silver-white magical light gradually spread, creating ripples in graceful curves. The silver-white light became thicker and larger in size, eventually filling the entire room.

Hermione stood in the corner in amazement, the light filled her vision, the whole world was filled with silvery white light, magnificent. In the center of the room, the boy's figure was blurry, only his outline could be seen.

When practicing the Patronus Charm in the past, although I could feel that Loren's Patronus was very large, in the empty courtyard, the light was scattered and there was no such intuitive shock.

And now, all the light is crowded in this room, confined in this room, overlapping and piling up to create a dream world.

Loren focused on casting spells, maintaining a stable and active output of magic power, and gradually increasing it to test his limits. In his mind, he recalled all the happy memories he had in this world.

Hermione's company, Grandpa Bates's love, the joy of exploring the mysteries of magic, the acceptance letter from Hogwarts, the grass and clouds on the mountains, Sister Joyce from the orphanage...

Clear blue light appeared in the eyes, crystal clear, shining, and beautiful like pure sapphire.

In the room, the silver-white light shone again, and a silent roar trembled in the world of magic!

In the bedroom on the second floor, a book placed on the bedside table moved strangely, and the portrait on the cover opened its eyes. Flamel stepped out of the portrait, lowered his head and looked towards the floor, his eyes full of praise, and couldn't help but exclaimed: "What an outstanding talent."

Loren was immersed in his own world as he cast the spell with all his strength. He vaguely sensed the boundary of the condensed shape. It was a feeling, an indescribable feeling, but he knew it clearly.

He tried to get closer to that limit. Magic power, positive emotions, every element was fully deployed, responding to the wizard's magic. A little closer, a little closer, but Loren could not reach the last line of distance.

huh~

All the silvery-white light and shadow converged back into the wand.

The coagulation failed.

Loren retracted his wand, breathing rapidly, and stood there to calm his violently beating heart.

Hermione walked forward quickly, holding Loren's arm with one hand and gently patting his back with the other hand. Feeling the muscles moving with his breathing under her palm, Hermione comforted him, "Take your time, don't worry. A large Patronus is a good thing."

Loren's loss dissipated under the girl's comfort, and he sighed: "I can already feel the critical point, let's see how big it can grow."

"Well, don't lose heart." Hermione carefully helped Loren walk outside, as if she was taking care of a wounded person, for fear of hurting him.

Loren felt a little annoyed when he saw the girl's actions. He was just a little tired from casting too many spells, but he was not injured. Why did he have to be so cautious?

But it felt good to be taken care of by someone. Loren said nothing and silently let Hermione support him as he walked.

It wasn't until she put him on the sofa that Hermione realized what had happened. She blushed and said, "You're obviously not injured, why do you keep asking me to hold you up?"

Loren, who was sitting on the sofa, blinked, his pure blue eyes looked very innocent: "Didn't you insist on helping me? I can't refuse your kindness, right?"

Bang!

He got the advantage but still acted ungratefully, and as expected, he got beaten.

"Hiss~" Loren covered his shoulder and took a deep breath, then lay down on the spot. "This time I was really injured. At least several hundred epidermal cells died, and many capillaries were broken."

Hermione, who came from a family of doctors, was not frightened at all. She even wanted to do it again. She snorted coldly: "You can break more capillaries by clapping your hands."

"But it really hurts." Loren complained. He rubbed his shoulder, sat up, and stretched out his wand to hook the refrigerator.

The refrigerator door popped open automatically, and two bottles of Coke jumped out from the side rail, staggering towards the two of them and finally stopped in front of them.