The days at Hogwarts

Flamel lost track of Loren in an instant and didn't dare to act rashly. If he was caught, he would be embarrassed.

If Loren hadn't been around, he could have used Whirlwind Sweeper to clear the fog in an instant, but there would have been a hint of stiffness between the spells, and the Armor Spell would have left gaps.

He is now fighting at Loren's magic level and cannot use abilities beyond Loren's own.

Under so many restrictions, the situation came to a standstill.

Flamel raised his wand, pointed it at the general direction where Loren disappeared, and said loudly while slowly backing away: "I know you can already cover your entire body with the Armor Charm, so I can use the Armor Charm on my entire body, right?"

He was just tricking Loren. In the actual combat duels during the holidays, Loren always used the Armor Spell that could control the direction of the mirror instead of adding armor to his entire body.

Flamel didn't understand why Loren had such an inexplicable obsession with parrying, nor did he know what the so-called "persistence of soul players" was.

But from having to prepare for three to five seconds to release the Iron Armor Spell to now being able to summon the mirror with just a raise of his hand, he was certain that Loren's mastery of the Iron Armor Spell was definitely enough to protect his entire body.

But the fog still spread quietly, and Loren did not answer.

Flamel pretended to cast an armor spell on himself, then quickly blew away the mist, but his attention was always focused on the mist.

"【armor--"

Before he finished chanting the spell, a white shadow suddenly emerged from the fog in front of him on the left, shooting straight at his forehead. Flamel had expected this, and instantly stopped the fake action of chanting the spell. He twisted his feet and slid a few steps to the right to avoid the attacking white shadow.

Wow!

A stream of water splashed onto the ground, wetting the ground.

Oops!

Flamel's face changed, but due to inertia, he couldn't completely control his body and his steps still moved to the right.

"[Shen Feng Wu Ying]"

An invisible force shot out, and Flamel needed to take a small step to stop his body. With one small step, it was as if he had hit the Divine Edge Shadowless Curse on his own initiative.

The energy passed through the left chest, between the third and fourth ribs. Flamel stopped, his body flashed, and he turned back into his silver-haired and silver-eyed image.

He recalled the battle process of moving step by step, combining reality with illusion, and linking one thing after another. A gratified smile appeared on his face, and he exclaimed: "In terms of combat thinking, you are better than me."

Loren cast the Disillusionment Spell, walked out of the white fog, raised his hand and pointed the wand behind his head, dispersing the white fog.

He complained unhappily, "The ending animation after your defeat is too perfunctory. There's no sense of satisfaction from defeating a boss at all."

Flamel was already used to the weird things that always came out of his mouth, so he didn't need to pay attention to them and just ignored them.

"Now, let's talk about your shortcomings and mistakes in this battle." Flamel changed the subject and stretched out his hand to project the image of the battle just now in the air.

Damn, true naked-eye 3D… Loren watched the battle carefully and said proudly, “Moving, parrying, not a single mistake, clearing the level with full health, even Sekiro is good.”

Flamel pushed the screen to the scene where Loren left water stains and white mist rose: "The Disillusionment Spell combined with the white mist, hiding itself and interrupting my spellcasting rhythm, is a good idea. Leaving a water column to attract my attention is also very clever."

"I think so too!" Loren said smugly.

Flamel glanced at him and said calmly, "But this also exposes your lack of magic reserves. These complicated steps can be easily replaced by a weather spell. The white mist is replaced by cloud mist, and the attack method is changed from water column to lightning in the weather spell. Then, whether I dodge or not, it will not affect the outcome of the battle."

If Flamel had not dodged the water column just now and let the water pour down on him and deployed the Armor Spell, the result might have been different.

Loren put away his smile and accepted it.

"Then here at the end."

The scene changed to a scene where Loren's body was pierced through the heart by the Divine Sword Shadowless Curse.

Although he was not satisfied with just shouting about the settlement animation, Loren saw the shocked expression on his face and thought that it would be even more uncomfortable if he used his own image to settle the defeat animation.

Flamel pointed at the wound and said, "Why do you insist on piercing the heart? A bigger spot would be better."

Loren grinned, "I've been reading too many anatomy books recently, and the description that the heart is located between the second to fifth ribs popped into my mind, and then I aimed there."

After he mastered several second-year spells, Hermione stopped studying with him and strictly forbade him to disturb him. Loren could only take a walk with Hermione after dinner and exchange some spell experiences.

With his free time, Loren began to study anatomy again to understand the structure of the human body and the functions of each part.

He had no idea about the progress of the Philosopher's Stone, but now when he was sparring with Flamel, he always attacked these places.

"Don't be obsessed with hitting a certain point, just do whatever is convenient. If the spell is powerful enough, as long as it can hit the target, the battle will end." Flamel did not delve into this point.

He then switched the screen, and as his finger slid, the screen froze.

In the video, Loren was using his wand to cast a petrification spell. He bent over, taking steps shoulder-width apart, and while casting the Shield Spell, he was ready to dodge the next spell.

"Here, you could have dodged it directly. In the time you cast the Iron Armor Spell, you could have used other spells to attack me and disrupt my rhythm. This kind of mistake happened four times in total during the battle."

The picture continued to play. In the image, Loren bent down and used the Armor Charm to catch a badminton, catching a dim repulsive spell and bouncing it back.

Flamel used his body to block the dim repulsive spell and only frowned slightly without any extra reaction.

"And here, the direction of this repulsive spell is too low. You can avoid it by taking a step back. And this spell was cast in a hurry by me to maintain the suppression. The light is dim and the power is insufficient. Even if you let it hit your foot, it will only hurt slightly and will not affect the battle."

At this point, Flamel showed a headache expression, "Why do you insist on parrying? Because of these parries, the battle time is extended by at least half."

Loren looked around, but didn't look up at the mistake on the screen, and began to change the subject: "I have defeated the me you turned into, how are we going to practice in the future?"

He can't say that he made these unnecessary movements just to clear the level with full health, and the same goes for his obsession with parrying.

Flamel's breathing stagnated. You are not going to change it?

He laughed angrily and said in a rough voice: "Okay, okay, it seems that I have to teach you a lesson in actual combat before you will change."

The image in the air above the duel practice room flickered and disappeared, Flamel also disappeared from the spot, and Loren's consciousness was ejected from the Book of Fantasy.

"For future practice, I will select some despicable images of dark wizards from the database. If you keep up this kind of fighting habit, you will be greeted by the Cruciatus Curse!" Flamel's voice came out of the book, with a hint of anger.

"I'll just change it. I only dare to fight like this for practice. If it's a real duel, the faster the better..." Loren muttered and slowly fell asleep.

On the morning of August 6th, it was a bright morning, and Loren woke up to the sound of an owl knocking on the window glass.

This was an old owl with withered hair and drooping eyelids. It held a package in its yellow claws and kept knocking on the window with its beak.

Boom!

dong dong!

Loren felt that if he continued to knock, the owl's beak might be broken due to old age. He quickly opened the window, welcomed the owl in, and grabbed a handful of nuts from Hanhan's snack bucket and sprinkled them on the table.

The old owl put the package on the table, turned his head to look at the nuts, then turned back to look at Loren, with a sad and helpless expression on his face.

Loren pondered for a moment, then replaced it with a piece of soft bread, and the old owl began to peck at it slowly.

After opening the package, there was a cardboard box and a letter inside. Without even looking at the contents, the flamboyant handwriting on the envelope indicated that it was a letter from Ron.

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Loren:

Happy Birthday! George and Fred (a big blob of ink) asked me to say hello to you. Birthday present is enclosed,

I sent the letter a day earlier just in case. Hope Errol didn't arrive early or miss your birthday, because weird Percy used his owl for the whole holiday, and I had to ask Errol, who is so old that I don't know if he can deliver the letter. Don't reply immediately, give Errol a break.

You are cordially invited to visit the Burrow. My parents want to thank you very much. George and Fred even want to celebrate your birthday. They claim to have learned how to make a cake from my mother's cookbook. But I must remind you: don't eat anything they hand you.

I haven't received any response to my letters to Harry. If you can get in touch with Harry, please help me see if he's having any difficulties.

Your best friend: Ron

】

Loren folded the letter silently and bet a copper knuckle that Ron's quill must be too old to be used, otherwise there wouldn't be such a big ink stain on the letter.

Let's talk about replying to the letter tonight. This old owl named Errol really should be given a good rest.

Not eating George and Fred’s food, isn’t this one of the unspoken rules of Hogwarts that young wizards should know before enrolling?

Loren was not in a hurry about Harry. He thought that the Weasley brothers would drive Harry to the Burrow in their flying car in the next few days.

As for Ron's invitation, although Loren was very interested in the Burrow, he planned to refuse the invitation when he thought about Grandpa Bates, who was so bored that he cultivated the land in the backyard and learned baking from TV.

Grandpa Bates is so bored, but he still patiently accompanies him during the summer vacation. You can't just abandon Grandpa Bates and let him become an empty-nest elderly.

He placed an apple next to Errol to prevent it from getting thirsty. Loren put the letter under a book that had been read many times, and then he changed his clothes and washed up to start his birthday.

The morning light shone through the window onto the cover, and the words "Gray's Anatomy" stuck on the plastic film reflected the faint light.

"Loren, happy birthday! Come and try the cake I made!" Bates had gotten up long ago and was busy in the kitchen. When he saw Loren coming downstairs, he called out to Loren, his face full of joy.

Because he was too bored, Bates first started a plan to green the backyard. He happily planned what trees and flowers to plant, and asked Loren what he wanted to see, and he would definitely plant it.

After he had plowed the hard, crusted dirt in the yard behind the house over and over again, Loren finally understood the cryptic symbols he had drawn all over the blueprint. They represented plane trees, chestnut trees, and cherry trees.

"The best month for transplanting most of these trees is November." This sentence delayed Bates's garden dream by three months.

After giving up green plants, Bates learned baking from cooking shows on TV. But sometimes, baking is like a quantum experiment, and the oven is Schrödinger's black box. If you don't open the oven, you will never know what you have made.

At this moment, Loren looked at the black thing in front of him and fell into deep thought.

"Is this... chocolate cake?" he asked hesitantly.

"No, this is mulberry cake," Bates smiled. "If you want chocolate, I can make that too."

"It's mulberries..." Loren nodded. Mulberries are purple-red in color, so it's normal for them to turn a little darker if there are too many.

"Try it now, today's breakfast is cake and milk!" Bates couldn't wait to taste the fruits of his labor.

When Loren finished washing up and came out of the bathroom, Bates had already cut the cake into pieces and put them on a plate.

"Come and try it. I got up early in the morning to make the cake. I have confirmed the recipe repeatedly, so there is no problem. The oven time is the same as taught on TV, and it comes out just like on TV..." Bates smiled and kept introducing the cake-making process.

Loren cut a small piece, and the cake rubbed against the knife, making a crackling sound. The texture was not right, and Loren's heart sank, but he put the cake into his mouth calmly.

"So, so, there were no problems this time, right?" Bates waited expectantly for his evaluation.

"Hmm, the aroma of mulberries is coming out, it tastes great!" Loren kept chewing but just couldn't swallow it.

"Really? I tasted a piece and it seemed burnt. So you like it a little burnt? It seems to be the same with grilled meat." Bates said thoughtfully while looking at the cake on the plate.

"Pooh!"

The idea of ​​tricking Bates into eating it failed. Loren spit out the cake with a bitter face, "You have tasted it! Why didn't you say so earlier?"

"Ha ha ha ha……"

Chapter 156 Before School Starts

Privet Drive, Dursley's house.

Harry still lived in the storage room, although Aunt Petunia hinted that he could move upstairs to live in a normal bedroom. Harry still chose to continue living here. He couldn't explain why, but he just didn't want to move.

Today, the small storage room welcomed a special guest. He was short and thin, with two big bat-like ears and a pair of protruding green eyes as big as tennis balls.

This is a weird house-elf who calls himself Dobby.

"You intercepted all my letters, so I couldn't contact my friends for the whole summer!" Harry looked at the house-elf in front of him angrily.

Hedwig stood on the horizontal bar of the suitcase bird rack, waving her white wings and loudly "cooing" to denounce the nasty house-elf, as if she was pointing at Dobby's nose.

Hedwig left in the morning with Harry's birthday present for Lauren, carrying her backpack and singing, and was robbed by this house elf when she went out. This behavior was simply outrageous to the owl.

Dobby blinked anxiously and looked up at Harry: "Harry Potter, don't be angry... Dobby had hoped, hoped that if Harry Potter thought that his friends had forgotten him... Harry Potter might not want to go back to school, sir..."

The more they talked, the angrier Harry got. This Dobby was simply impossible to communicate with! Soon the two of them started fighting, one chasing the other, and the other running around the room, even knocking over Hedwig's cage.

boom!

The door of the storage room was kicked open.

"Sirius!" Harry cried in surprise, "Quickly subdue it, it has intercepted my letter!"

After receiving the news from the Dursleys, Black hurried over and immediately drew his wand and pointed it at Dobby. The magic light was accumulating and a conflict was about to happen.

"Dobby is trying to protect the great Harry Potter. He cannot go back to that dangerous school. Those people are mixed up with werewolves. Dobby is here to give a warning!" Dobby howled in a shrill voice, snapped his fingers and disappeared on the spot.

The Dursleys, who were carefully hiding behind Black, widened their eyes, and recalled in shock the monster they had just seen and the magic that disappeared in an instant.

……

Loren and Bates didn't have many relatives or friends in London, so they only invited the Grangers to a simple dinner. Of course, the cake was ordered from the cake shop by phone.

After using magic to tidy up the cupboards, Loren just walked out of the kitchen and heard the voices of three adults. They were sitting on the sofa, talking animatedly. Bates even occasionally laughed and looked back.

Hermione was waiting outside the kitchen, with her hands behind her back, as if hiding something.

"What are they talking about? They look so happy." Loren passed by Hermione and wiped the water off his hands with tissue paper.

"We were talking about what we like to eat, and we just mentioned that you like burnt food." Hermione said absentmindedly, her eyes wandering, a little afraid to look Loren in the eye.

"What's that burning smell?" Loren's face froze for a moment, then he pretended not to care and said, "Let the adults talk, let's go upstairs and play."