The days at Hogwarts

"The basilisk's venom is not in the nose." Dumbledore smiled and pointed his wand at Loren's head. With a light "pop" sound, a transparent bubble covered his head, isolating him from the fishy snake breath outside.

Dumbledore began to explain the knowledge of the basilisk to Loren: "The first basilisk was bred and hatched by the despicable Herpo. As a dangerous creature of this level, it cannot be domesticated or tamed in most cases."

"The basilisk's gaze can directly kill the life in front of it." As he said this, he stretched out his wand and used magic to open a slit in the basilisk's eyes from a distance.

Faintly visible under the eyelids, the snake pupils are a terrifying cold yellow, and pale green magic light bursts out from the slits of the eyes, accompanied by surging and raging magic power.

It was the first time Loren had seen such a majestic magic with a chilling aura of death, green and full of malice towards life. If there was any will hidden in the pale green magic, it was the complete deprivation of life.

Before the magic could overtake him, Dumbledore pulled out the Deluminator and flicked open the top.

All the leaked basilisk gaze and magic power were strangely drawn to the De-Lighter, and restrained by the magic array engraved on the outer wall of the De-Lighter, so that no leakage could be obtained.

He stared at the magic array and runes on the extinguisher with wide eyes, but with Loren's current attainments in alchemy, he couldn't understand anything. He could only see that the extinguisher had a complex structure and the magic array was very delicate, with each link connected to the next.

Dumbledore squatted down and held the Deluminator in front of Loren, holding it with his thumb and index finger, and spreading the other fingers to show the Deluminator so that he could see it more clearly. "This one on the side is a push-pull switch. I referenced the shell of a Muggle lighter and flashlight. When using it, push open the top cover and shake the Deluminator towards the light source you want to collect."

Loren nodded, fiercely moved.

The main body of the Deluminator was held in Dumbledore's hand, with the other end drawing the powerful and sinister power of the basilisk.

Dumbledore began to shake the De-Lighter at a strange frequency, and the magic power gathered at the top shook along with it. The pale green magic power began to stratify as it shook, separating into three colors of magic threads: crystal dark green threads, yellow threads that matched the snake's pupils, and a non-luminous gray thread.

It was similar to the magical threads that Loren had seen during the day coming out of the eyes of the Acromanthus giant spider, but compared to the mottled, mixed magical threads of the Acromanthus giant spider, the threads drawn from the basilisk's eyes were purer in color, and seemed to be of a higher level, with fewer impurities.

Dumbledore spoke at the right time: "The basilisk's gaze can directly kill creatures in front of it, but once it is reflected, the green magic representing death will be blocked and will not take effect. The gray silk thread can be reflected and will cause - petrification. Only the potion brewed from mandrake can revive the victim."

"What's that yellow thing?" Loren asked curiously.

"The yellow thread represents the gaze of the snake pupil. It is the carrier of two kinds of magic."

Dumbledore reached out and fiddled with the De-luminator. A powerful and silent suction force appeared, pulling the green magic thread representing death out of the snake's pupils and continuously collecting it into the De-luminator.

The whole process lasted only two or three seconds before the green magic thread completely disappeared. The death magic in the right snake pupil was completely drawn out, turning into a pale green light ball in the extinguisher that exuded a dangerous aura.

Dumbledore flipped the switch of the De-Lighter downwards and closed the top cover. The grey thread representing petrification and the yellow thread representing the carrier of gaze were disconnected and retracted into the snake pupil through the gap between the eyelids.

"So this eye of the basilisk can only petrify things, but can't kill people?" Loren was amazed.

Handing him the Deluminator, Dumbledore looked encouraging: "Try the other eye."

"That's not good." Loren couldn't help but curl up the corners of his mouth, revealing a shy smile, and took the lights out neatly.

Although he was a little embarrassed, as it was his first time playing with such an advanced alchemical device, he couldn't help but tossing the Deluminator back and forth between his hands and touching it a few more times.

"You can't control the basilisk's gaze immediately. You can turn on the deluminator first and then open the basilisk's eyes." Dumbledore instructed.

Loren followed the headmaster's instructions and used the Deluminator to connect to the Snake Eye... but his control over magic was not as detailed as Dumbledore's, and he was stuck at the step of separating the magic threads by color.

"If you can't find the right shaking frequency to make the magic threads layered, you can shake it for a while and you will slowly get the feeling." Dumbledore said patiently.

Shake it for a while longer, and wait for the magic thread to separate into three colors. Control the light extinguisher to absorb only the green thread, then close the snake's eyelids and close the light extinguisher cover.

"It's not as hard as I thought!" Loren gave himself 82 points for his performance and ignored the remaining 666, lest others think he was not humble enough.

Dumbledore also smiled brightly: "Then the Deluminator is handed over to you. From now on, I will ask you to restrain the basilisk's gaze every month."

"what?"

"what!?"

"what!!!"

"It's a basilisk!"

Chapter 176: Curse Club

"The basilisk is a living being with vitality. The magic power in its body will continuously regenerate and recover. In about a month, it will threaten the safety of students again."

Dumbledore bent down and touched Loren's forehead, smiling until his eyes were narrowed to a slit, "I'll give you the Deluminator as payment, and the task of protecting the school will be left to you."

Loren rolled his eyes: "Can I not?"

"As the headmaster of Hogwarts, I must set an example for my students and do what I say."

Loren couldn't help but ask, "But the basilisk will be awakened soon. How can I test the eyesight of a thousand-year-old basilisk that has awakened next month? Should I let it eat first?"

The last time Voldemort entered the Chamber of Secrets, he was just checking the situation and did not wake up the basilisk. Both of them knew that since he opened the Chamber of Secrets again, he would definitely drive the basilisk to stir up trouble. The awakened basilisk would not lie down obediently like it does now and let others manipulate it.

"Well, you have a point." Dumbledore pretended to be silent, then said rather shamelessly, "But I believe you will find a way."

Loren just wanted to curse.

The old principal with white beard smiled like a fox.

He had seen last year that Loren was more mature than Harry and was not suitable for the step-by-step detailed education method. Instead of letting Loren participate passively, it would be better to present the plan directly to Loren and let him take more initiative.

Dumbledore gave the Deluminator to Loren for some alchemical considerations. Nico's "no comment" was not really "no comment", but Loren was not yet able to understand this sentence.

The two men restored the secret room to its original state and walked back along the way they came.

"Headmaster, how are you going to test Harry with the Basilisk and Voldemort?"

"Harry knows Parseltongue. He'll be the first to notice the Basilisk, and the rest will follow naturally."

"Poor Harry."

"He is destined to walk on a road full of thorns. The resistance comes not only from reality, but also from his heart. He must believe in himself, believe in his friends, and keep going firmly."

"It sounds even worse."

……

Sunday morning, auditorium.

As a child who grew up in a dentist's family, Hermione was instilled with the concept of regular diet and taking care of teeth. Before coming to Hogwarts, she always ate and chewed slowly.

This good habit was gradually changed after spending some time with Loren.

Although cola is harmful to teeth, it tastes good. Eating too much delicious food will make your stomach bloated, but it will make you feel good.

I don't know when it started, but Hermione began to learn from Loren to enjoy food and not care so much about the impact. Hermione had to admit that although this man sometimes behaved badly, the food he made was very delicious.

Just like now, Loren cut a few slices of bacon into pieces on the plate with a knife and fork, sprinkled them into the steaming oatmeal, and added a few spoonfuls of stewed beans to mix them in. The soup overflowing from the stewed beans added an attractive color to the oatmeal, and the meaty aroma of the bacon and the salty aroma of the beans came out with the steam, tempting people to drool.

Looking at Loren standing on the dining table and sighing, he didn't eat the delicious food even though it was ready. He just stirred it in circles with a spoon, letting it emit an enticing aroma.

Hermione felt the salivary glands under her tongue go sour and soft, and she wanted to eat.

She also tried to follow Loren's steps to make the same thing, but it was not as delicious as his. Maybe just like magic, cooking also requires talent.

Hermione sat down next to Loren while sniffing. Loren raised one eye and glanced at her, then lowered his eyebrows and sighed weakly.

"what happened to you?"

"fine."

"Did I hit you too hard yesterday? Did I hurt you?"

"No, I was greedy and fell into Dumbledore's trap." Loren was very depressed and handed the prepared porridge to Hermione. "You eat it, I don't like salty porridge."

"Oh."

Hermione was no longer worried when she heard Dumbledore's name. The two of them were acting mysterious when they were in Hagrid's Hut.

She took the spoon and tasted it. The meat, bean paste and oatmeal jumped in her mouth, and the salty aroma filled her nose. She covered her mouth and couldn't help asking, "It's so delicious, how can you not like salty porridge?"

Seeing her satisfied look, Loren was filled with joy and stopped worrying about the basilisk. He pretended to be serious and said, "Salty porridge is heresy. Sweet porridge is the most delicious!"

Hermione knew that this man was up to something again, so she snorted and ignored him, concentrating on finishing the delicious food in the bowl.

Across from them, Harry and Ron were whispering about today's training.

After learning that all Slytherins had switched to the latest model of flying brooms, all the Quidditch players on the Gryffindor team felt a strong sense of urgency. From Wood to Angelina, even George and Fred, they all stepped up their training efforts.

The posture of bending over and lowering the head suggests that they are whispering, but the sound of their voice can be heard by several seats nearby.

Ron's nose twisted into a ball, and he gave an idea with a beaming face: "That Malfoy got into the team completely through the backdoor, he will definitely not be able to stop you. As long as you catch the Golden Snitch before the score gap widens, we can win."

When he got excited, he slapped the table louder and said, "I will definitely ride on my broom and circle around Marcus' head!"

Harry seriously thought about the feasibility of this plan. He was able to make Malfoy break his hands and feet during his first flying lesson. Although he didn't say it, he still thought he was better than Malfoy.

He said modestly: "I have trained for one year longer than Malfoy, so I can definitely catch the Golden Snitch before him, but how to find the Golden Snitch as quickly as possible..."

As they were chatting animatedly, they heard a voice.

"Potter, Weasley," Professor McGonagall walked towards them with a stern face, "you two will stay here for detention tonight. This is your punishment for hurting the Whomping Willow!"

Harry and Ron's shoulders shrugged. They thought Professor McGonagall would have forgotten about this because she was busy with work, but now she remembered it.

Ron was then assigned to help Filch manually wipe the silverware in the trophy room, and Harry was to help Professor Lockhart reply to the letter.

Ron's scalp was tingling. There was a room full of at least hundreds of trophies, and he had to wipe them all manually one by one. He couldn't use magic, as his hands would be so tired that he couldn't even hold the quill.

Harry's scalp felt even more numb, and his entire body felt numb.

"Professor!" Ron begged, "How about next week? The Quidditch team has to practice new tactics today."

Professor McGonagall hesitated when she heard about Quidditch. Gryffindor hadn't won the championship for many years, and she had been ridiculed by Snape for many years. Even though Gryffindor won the house cup last year, she still couldn't hold her head up in front of Snape.

Seeing that there was hope, Ron was secretly delighted and said in a more complaining tone, "Please, Professor, the entire Slytherin team has changed to Nimbus 2001 this year. Harry and the others need more time to practice."

After much persuasion, Professor McGonagall reluctantly agreed to the request to postpone the detention: "Then your detention will start from Saturday night next week. There will be no extension this time."

……

In the following week, the professors at the school were busy organizing their respective clubs. The process of recruiting members for the clubs, the admission review criteria, how to separate the activities for senior and junior students, and the selection of the person in charge...

The restart of various subject clubs brought about a series of events, which made the professors dizzy.

The first-mover advantage of the Charms Club was reflected at this time. Professor Flitwick had always maintained the senior branch of the Charms Club, and this expansion only required the creation of a new junior branch of the club.

The announcement of the recruitment for the lower grade branch of the Curse Club was soon posted on the bulletin boards in the common rooms of each college.

The young wizards have learned about the news of the Charms Club and that Professor Flitwick will be holding his first public event on Wednesday afternoon this week, which every young wizard can attend.

That afternoon, Gryffindor's second year had a History of Magic class. Professor Binns had just announced the end of the get out of class, and in the blink of an eye the classroom became empty, with not a single little wizard left.

In order to grab a good spot, Seamus and Dean led a group of young wizards to run to the classroom where the club was holding activities, and their shoes were almost taken off.

"Run faster, I heard that all the little wizards below the third grade will join in the fun!" Seamus shouted excitedly.

Loren wondered if he was actively participating in club activities or just excited by the crowds. But it didn't matter, he was excited too, and wanted to run wild in the corridors with the crowd. Even the senior students had to avoid them, which was great.

Just as Loren was about to follow, Hermione grabbed his sleeve.

Loren turned his head and asked with an excited smile on his face: "Don't you want to join the Spell Club too? Come and run with me, don't worry about me, you will definitely be able to grab the front row."

Hermione shook her head, leaned closer to him and whispered, "I asked Parvati's sister, Padma, to save a seat for us."

After Loren and Hermione refused to become Head of Underclassmen, Professor Flitwick found another outstanding second-year Ravenclaw student, Padma Patil, Hermione's roommate and Parvati's twin sister.

Loren smacked his lips with some regret. He really wanted to sprint along.

It was still the classroom that Lockhart had used last time. There were still four tables in the middle of the classroom, and the little wizards were sitting around the tables.

They arrived at the classroom, and the only seat left in the front row was the one Padma had reserved for the two of them. Although the classroom had been widened by Professor Flitwick's spell, so that more students could sit down, the front and back rows definitely looked different.

"Thank you Padma, otherwise we would have to sit in the back." Hermione held Padma's hand and thanked her repeatedly.

Padma shook Hermione's hand and smiled at her and Loren: "You're welcome. I should be the one thanking you. Professor Flitwick told me that this position of person in charge was originally yours."

Before she left, she winked at Lauren and smiled coquettishly, so Hermione was not so grateful to her.

The young wizards next to them should also be from Ravenclaw. They were whispering about the internal affairs of Ravenclaw House.

"Have you heard? Marietta Aikmo is very dissatisfied with Padma. She thinks she should be the one in charge."

"Why, because she's the daughter of Madam Edgemer of the Floo Network Administration of the Department of Magical Transportation?"

"Hehe, you're right. Who spoils her?"

Loren and Hermione sat upright, pretending not to hear the noise from the neighboring college.

"I didn't expect such a thing to happen in Ravenclaw College." A familiar voice sounded in the ears of the two.

The two turned around and exclaimed in unison: "You are here too!"

Harry and Ron, Seamus and Dean, even Neville were there. They chuckled, "We ran fast and got the front row."

"I wonder what spell Professor Flitwick will demonstrate. I'm so looking forward to it," said Seamus.

Dean said excitedly, "Whatever the spell is, it must be amazing. Professor Flitwick was a master duellist when he was young."

"I want to learn Thunderbolt Explosion!"