The days at Hogwarts

Loren nodded with satisfaction. This was the first time he carved out the magic circle of the Traceless Extension Spell using only a unicorn hair.

"Well, you're right, but this little trick can make things a lot easier for me. It's pretty good for a young apprentice. Isn't it?" He raised the scale into the air and showed it to Flamel.

Flamel knew the nearly perfect storage alchemy item without having to look closely: "You are a special case. For others, who knows which one is more difficult, practicing the precision of carving the magic circle or practicing the precision of controlling the Divine Edge Shadowless Spell."

He shook his head slightly. This was probably the trouble brought by talent.

Feeling proud for a while, Loren threw the palm-sized scale aside and cut out a smaller scale...

You know, palm-sized isn’t his limit in the fantasy book.

……

Christmas dawn arrived. The weather was cold and there was a thick layer of snow outside the castle, creating a white scene.

The weather was very good today, and bright light shone into the dormitory from the window, slowly shining on the three lazy guys on the four pillars. Although their movements were different, the three of them tried to stay in bed at the same time.

Ron pulled the quilt over his head to block out the bright light, and Harry lazily turned over and continued to sleep on his other side. Loren raised his arms to block the sun from his eyes.

It was not until Hedwig flew into the room quickly, landed beside Harry's bed, and bit his ear in a very affectionate way that Harry slowly opened his eyes.

"Hello there!"

Anyone who sees the cute Hedwig for the first time, with the Christmas package in her mouth, will be in a good mood.

Harry rubbed his eyes, and rubbed Hedwig's head with his hand covered with eye mucus: "Are you going to talk to me again?"

Hedwig took a few steps back in disgust, put the package in her mouth down next to his pillow, and flew to the bedside table to peck at an unsealed bag of Bibibi Multi-Flavor Beans.

Harry suddenly woke up, sat up, and threw a pillow on Loren and Ron's bed. "Hey, Merry Christmas! Get up and open your presents!"

Loren was still a little confused after being hit by the soft pillow. His memory was still stuck at the moment when he was drawing the magic circle last night. In order to shrink the size of the magic circle to the size of a grain of rice, his eyes were almost dazzled. As soon as he closed his eyes, all he could see was strands of magic silver light.

Loren sat up in his pajamas, dangling his feet and groping for a while, but couldn't reach his slippers. He didn't know where he kicked them when he was in a daze last night.

Never mind, there was carpet in the dormitory, so Loren got out of bed barefoot.

At the end of the bed, there were a lot of packages and gift boxes of various shapes and sizes. Without counting them carefully, at a glance there seemed to be dozens of them.

This year's frozen pears and other frozen fruit from some of the Hufflepuffs. Like last year, Mrs. Weasley sent a brand new hand-knitted sweater with a large piece of raisin cake. Clothes and books from Monica and Wendell.

For various reasons, Loren didn't prepare any Christmas presents for them.

Ron still gave the Honeydukes candy store special gift box, and Harry gave a book called "From Vanishing to Summoning" about the principles of Transfiguration.

Loren gave Harry and Ron a palm-sized storage scale that he had made last night. When they first received the gift, they were a little confused. But after Loren showed them how to use it, Harry and Ron's eyes lit up.

Ron fondled the storage scales, rubbing them with his cheeks. "Oh, I mean, I've never received such a precious gift in my life."

"Don't worry, Loren. If the Ministry of Magic investigates, I won't implicate you even if I eat it..." Harry looked at Loren with emotion.

Loren: "..."

There's no need to be so moved. This is just something he made while practicing, and it's not even considered to be of high quality.

For the next quarter of an hour, both of them were having a blast playing with the scales, immersed in the game of putting objects in and taking them out.

Seamus gave a Muggle adventure story book, which mainly tells the story of a middle school student and his friends embarking on an adventure on a whim, accidentally entering a magical fairy tale kingdom, and after going through many difficulties, they obtained the sword and rescued the imprisoned princess from the heart of a dragon.

Interestingly, Harry and Ron received the other two volumes of this book, and together the three books form a complete adventure story.

"The flashlight dispelled the darkness of the cave and scared away the strange bear living in the cave." Ron pointed to one of the illustrations and shouted, "I know this, the illumination spell in your Muggle world."

Holding the storybook given by Simo, Loren once again felt Simo's obsession with the title of warrior and the great adventure.

Perhaps his act of collecting a large amount of Hell Potion impressed Snape deeply. Snape sent him a few liters of Hell Potion that he brewed himself, in a small beer barrel, produced by the Master of Potion. The smell from the barrel alone made people feel dizzy.

"Hiss, this can make all the teachers and students in the school unconscious for hundreds of years." Loren smacked his lips.

The gift he gave to Snape was a finger-sized storage scale. Storage was just an additional function, mainly to demonstrate his use of the Divine Sharpness Spell.

Dumbledore gave him a copy of "The Tale of Beedle the Bard: The Wizard's Hairy Heart: Collector's Edition". The story tells the story of a young wizard who neglected his feelings and became addicted to black magic, which ultimately reaped the consequences.

It can be seen that Headmaster Dumbledore really cares about his mental health.

The gift that Loren gave to Dumbledore was a lady's cashmere hat with long rabbit ears, which was very cute. There were also several pairs of long wool socks stuffed in the hat. Needless to say, the old headmaster absolutely loved it.

Finally, Hermione's Christmas present.

It was square and hard, and seemed to be a book... Loren tore open the brown paper packaging neatly, and looked at the name on the cover of the book, and his eyes twitched involuntarily - "Three Hundred Common Senses About Pet Cats".

"Merlin's beard!" Ron suddenly exclaimed beside him, "Nimbus 2001!"

Ron had unwrapped his presents without knowing when, and moved over to Harry to help him open them. They both put on new sweaters sent by Mrs. Weasley, and Ron dropped a piece of raisin cake in his mouth onto the carpet in surprise.

Although he liked the new flying broom very much, Harry was not very happy. Instead, he sighed softly and complained: "Sirius only sent a broom, not even a letter... We haven't been in touch for a long time."

Ron rolled his eyes when he heard this: "Oh, if I had a godfather like this, even if he never wrote to me in his life, I wouldn't have any complaints."

Hearing Sirius' name, Loren's eyes moved.

……

Every floor has a Christmas tree covered with silver frost and little golden stars. The ceiling is decorated with ribbons. Magical snowflakes keep falling from the ribbons, falling to the ground and disappearing without leaving any trace.

There was also a small Christmas tree in the school infirmary. When Loren arrived, Hermione was sitting under the Christmas tree opening presents.

After Madam Pomfrey's treatment, the cat hair on the little witch's face and body had almost faded away, and her curled fingers had returned to their original shape and could be stretched freely. Only the triangular ears on the top of her head, the slender tail hidden under her robe, and the round eyes still showed the characteristics of a cat.

From a distance, she looks more like a little cat.

"Merry Christmas!" Loren walked over and ruthlessly rubbed the two fluffy cat ears, his tone full of regret: "It looks like it will be fully recovered soon, alas..."

The cartilage on her ear was a little painful from being pressed, so Hermione mercilessly elbowed the man's hand away and said unhappily, "You look like you don't want me to recover."

"How is that possible?" Loren answered confidently and resoundingly, but the heavy, regretful expression on his face showed that he didn't think so at all.

Rolling her eyes, Hermione didn't want to continue arguing with him about this topic, so she spread out her hands and showed two green rice grains: "What are these? They are so small. I almost overlooked them in the gift box."

"It's an upgraded storage device. Don't underestimate its size. The space inside is as big as a classroom... These are the scales of a basilisk. They are hard enough and won't be easily damaged."

“And it’s small enough to be easily attached to other items, making it more portable and more concealed than a suitcase or storage bag.”

Loren demonstrated by putting a book at hand into the rice-sized scales and then taking it out.

"Inlay..." Hermione's ears twitched twice, and suddenly she seemed to remember something, her eyes sparkling.

She pulled out a whale pendant from the collar of her clothes, waved her wand to create two holes at the whale's eyes, and embedded rice-sized storage scales into them.

Hermione happily showed it to Loren: "Is it a good fit?"

Before Loren could answer, she answered herself in her heart. The girl's mind was particularly sensitive in some aspects. Thinking of the Christmas gift she gave, Hermione said a little dejectedly: "The Christmas gift I gave you was too mediocre, it can't be compared with this..."

The little witch became increasingly depressed as she spoke, and her last voice was a little tearful: "I should have been more attentive...but, but...I was trapped in the school infirmary. I even asked Hanhan to take a letter to my dad and ask him to buy the book about pet cats for me."

"How could that be? I really like that book..." Loren comforted her softly. As early as when she took out the pendant she always wore, his heart was already filled with something indescribable.

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The Tales of Beedle the Bard - The Wizard's Hairy Heart

Once upon a time, there was a handsome, wealthy, and intelligent young wizard who noticed that his friends became stupid and lost their taste and dignity once they fell in love and liked to play and dress up. The young wizard decided that he would never fall victim to such weak wills and used dark magic to strengthen his immunity.

The wizard's family didn't know his secret, and they made fun of him because he was so aloof and cold.

"Everything will change," they predicted, "when a girl captures his heart!"

However, the young wizard's heart was never touched. Although many girls were attracted by his arrogant demeanor and used all kinds of subtle techniques to please him, none of them could move his heart. The wizard was complacent about his indifference and the wisdom behind his indifference.

The initial stage of youth has passed, and the wizard's peers have begun to get married and have children.

"Their hearts must be hollow," he sneered at the antics of the young parents around him, "They are so confused by these crying babies!"

Once again, he was thankful for the wise decision he made in his early years.

Later, the wizard's elderly parents died. The wizard did not feel sad about this. Instead, he thought that their death brought him good luck. Now he was in charge of their castle alone. He moved his most important wealth to the deepest dungeon and allowed himself to live a life of wealth and comfort. His many servants made it their only job to make him comfortable.

The wizard thought that anyone who saw his luxurious and carefree life would be very envious. Therefore, when he accidentally heard two servants talking about their master one day, he could not suppress his anger and irritation.

The first servant expressed sympathy for the wizard, saying that although he had wealth and power, no one had ever loved him.

But the other servant laughed and asked in return: Why can't a man with so much gold and a castle as big as a palace find a wife?

When the wizard heard this, his self-esteem suffered a severe blow.

He immediately decided to find a wife who was better than any other wife. She had to be stunningly beautiful, so that every man would be attracted to her and lust after her. She had to come from a magical family, so that their children would inherit the gift of magic. She also had to be at least as wealthy as he was, so that he could be comfortable even if there were more children in the family.

It might take the wizard fifty years to find such a woman. However, as luck would have it, the day after he decided to look for a wife, a woman who met all his requirements came to visit his neighbors and relatives.

She was a skilled witch with great wealth. Her beauty was so stunning that any man's heart would beat fast upon seeing her. Of course, there was one exception, and the wizard's heart remained unmoved. However, since she was the prize he was looking for, he proposed to her.

People noticed the change in the wizard's attitude and were very surprised. They said to the girl that something that a hundred women had failed to do had actually succeeded for her.

The young girl felt strange and disgusted by the wizard's hospitality. She felt the coldness behind his warm and sweet words. She had never met such a strange and aloof man before. But her relatives thought they were a perfect match, and they were eager to make things happen. So she accepted the wizard's invitation and attended the grand banquet he held for her.

The table was set with the finest silver and gold, and filled with the richest food. Artists plucked lutes wrapped with ribbons, and sang of love such as their master had never known. The girl sat on a throne beside the wizard, who whispered words of love he had stolen from the poets, not understanding their true meaning.

The girl listened, and was greatly perplexed, until she answered, "You are very well-spoken, wizard; and if I thought you had a heart, I should be glad of your attentions."

The wizard smiled and told her not to worry about it. He told her to follow him from the banquet and down the stairs to the locked dungeon where his greatest treasure was hidden.

Inside an enchanted crystal box lies the beating heart of a wizard.

This heart had long been cut off from eyes, ears, and fingers, and had never been captured by beauty, by a musical voice, or by a silky skin. The girl was terrified at what she saw, for the heart had shrunk and was covered with long black hair.

"Oh, what have you done?" she cried miserably. "Put it back where it belongs, I beg you!"

Seeing that this was the only way to please her, the wizard drew his wand, unlocked the crystal box, cut open his chest, and replaced the hairy heart into the hole where it had lain.

"Now that you are cured, you know what true love is!" the girl cried and hugged him.

The touch of her white, soft skin, her breath on his ear, the fragrance of her rich golden hair: all these pierced like spears his newly awakened heart, but in the long exile, in the imprisoned darkness, this heart had become strange, reckless and wild, its desires fierce and perverse.

The guests at the banquet noticed the departure of the host and the girl. At first they were not disturbed, but after a long time, they became anxious and began to search the castle.

At last they discovered the dungeon, and a most horrifying sight awaited them.

The girl lay dead on the floor, her chest cut open, and the mad wizard crouched over her.

In his other hand, he held his wand.

As the guests looked on in horror, the wizard threw his wand aside and grabbed a silver dagger.

The wizard fell to his knees in triumph, a heart in each hand, and then he fell dead over the girl's body.

Chapter 224 Loren: What does it have to do with me?

Drip!

Drip!

The blue Ford Anglia 105E luxury sedan sped along the snow, fiercely chasing three flying brooms on the Quidditch field.

After the basilisk issue was resolved, they retrieved the flying car from near the eight-eyed giant spider's nest under the guidance of Fang and the centaur.

Because Arthur and Molly went abroad, the car had nowhere to go, and the twins easily convinced everyone to keep the flying car for a while.

As for how long they can play...it depends on when the adults remember the car.

Through the windshield of the car, you can see George and Fred with excited faces. They are sitting in the front seat of the car, their mouths constantly opening and closing, as if they are discussing something.

"Hurry up, it's my turn to take the steering wheel!" George leaned sideways and stretched out his hand to grab control of the steering wheel.

"I know! But before that, tell me how to activate the magic brushes in front and make them move?" Fred didn't wear a seat belt at all. Because the boiling snow fell on the windshield, he had to stand up and keep looking left and right to see the direction clearly.

"Excuse me! You just want to play a little longer! Get out of the way!"

"No, don't grab it, don't grab it!"

The old Ford Anglia was swaying in the air, and it seemed to be about to fall apart at any time. I don't know whether it was the excellent workmanship of the manufacturer or Mr. Weasley's excellent modification skills, but it never fell down. The occasional drift in the air could even scare Ron, who was flying in front, and make him scream.

Ron was riding the brand new Nimbus 2001, and Harry couldn't resist his entreaties and gave it up on his own initiative. He and Ginny were riding the two Nimbus 2000s.

Loren and Hermione sat on the edge of the stands, watching a car and three broomsticks playfully chasing each other in the sky.

The cloak, which was obviously one size larger than the little witch's body, completely covered her. The hood covered her head, her cat ears were hidden in the shadows, and her long and thin tail was hidden by the tail that dragged on the ground. No one noticed anything unusual except that her outfit did not fit the festive atmosphere.

Hermione, wearing woolen gloves, leaned back in the seat. The cold wind blew into her robe, making it bulge. The cold snowflakes fell on her pretty face, turning into ice water that flowed over her tender skin, making the girl's cheeks red from the cold.

Although it was cold, Hermione, who had been lying in the school infirmary for a week, liked the feeling of being outdoors.

Hermione exhaled twice with her nose red from the cold, and pointed at the flying Ginny and exclaimed: "Ginny is just as good at riding a broomstick as her brother."

She suddenly patted Loren's arm excitedly and said, "Do you think this kind of talent is hereditary? I heard that Charlie led the team to win the Quidditch House Cup in his second year."