The days at Hogwarts

After finishing the last piece of spareribs on the plate, he looked up and noticed that Ron was the only one on the table, working hard on a chicken drumstick. Harry was nowhere to be seen. It was strange that the two who were usually inseparable were not eating together today.

"Hey! Ron, where's your twin brother?" Loren laughed.

Ron stuffed a chicken leg in his mouth and rolled his eyes at Loren. He swallowed the meat in his mouth and said to Loren slowly, "Don't mention it. He spent the whole morning in front of the mirror grinning and asked me to bring him lunch."

"Hermione and Neville both tried to persuade him, but he wouldn't listen to anyone."

In this situation, Dumbledore should step in, give Harry some spiritual advice, and finally take back the Mirror of Erised.

It just so happened that Loren also wanted to find Dumbledore, and when he looked towards the guest of honor seat, he found that the headmaster was not there.

He actually ate so much snacks that he skipped his meals. Loren was going to criticize this guy.

"Goodbye Ron! Remember to bring Harry something to drink!" Loren quickly ran out of the restaurant and ran towards the principal's office.

But this time he came up empty-handed. In front of the monster statue, Loren met Professor McGonagall, who said, "There are some things in the Ministry of Magic that need Dumbledore to deal with. He won't be back until Wednesday."

On Wednesday, we should deal with the public trial.

Unable to meet Dumbledore, Loren planned to stop by to see Harry first, and met Wood on the way.

In the abandoned classroom, there were not only Ron and Harry, but also Neville, who brought some food to Harry.

Harry had almost finished eating when Loren came in.

Ron and Neville were trying to persuade Harry earnestly that it was wrong to stay in front of the mirror all day, but they couldn't come up with any reason and in the end they could do nothing about Harry's bad behavior.

"Harry, Wood is going crazy looking for you."

Loren's words made Harry exclaim, "Oh no, the team has to practice today and he wants to teach me some basic Quidditch rules!"

Wood was the captain of the Gryffindor Quidditch team. Professor McGonagall had already arranged for the two to meet. Wood also admired Harry and suggested to Professor McGonagall that he buy Harry a better broom.

Although Harry's broom had not yet arrived, Harry and Wood made an appointment to go to the stadium for training on Sunday.

Wood wants to introduce Harry to the rest of the team and educate him on the real rules of Quidditch.

"Wood is waiting for you at the stadium!"

Now Harry could no longer sit still. Although he wanted to be with his family, he obviously could not delay Wood any longer, otherwise Professor McGonagall might turn him into a Quaffle and use it to train Wood.

Chapter 33: Spiritual Spa is not as good as Homework Beating

Loren spent some time reading the list of books Snape gave him. Maybe he didn't need to improve Snape's favorability, but he had already read so much that he felt he would be missing out if he didn't finish it.

Potions theory is a hodgepodge of ideas involving the extraction of single ingredients from a variety of materials, much like Muggle chemistry, which believes that certain herbs are the result of a particular ingredient.

Taking the juice from beans, soaking some plant stems in alcohol, and distilling the active ingredients from certain liquids were similar to the chemistry Loren had learned before.

Certain things are also used for their symbolic meanings, such as the difference between day and night, the difference between a full moon and a crescent moon, and the difference between dew covered by sunlight and dew covered by moonlight.

When stirring a boiling pot, if you are told to stir it clockwise, you should only stir it clockwise. If you stir it up and down or left and right, it may cause an explosion.

Magic obeys some objective laws, but also breaks some objective laws. Loren didn't want to explore it, as he might never find the answer to the content in his lifetime.

……

In the evening, Harry, Ron and Neville returned to the dormitory together. They looked very happy.

Loren smiled like a ghost: "Harry, how was your afternoon training? Did Wood let you play the Quaffle?"

Harry blushed a little. It was indeed unethical to keep a pigeon for the whole morning. "Fortunately, the other players are very friendly."

In fact, Wood was really angry, but with Angelina's comfort, and the jokes of the two brothers George and Fred, Wood's anger was distracted a lot. He still patiently let Harry start normal training.

Harry felt guilty and tried his best to show himself. He flew all over the field on his broom, disrupting the movement of others.

Wood saw Harry's outstanding flying talent, but also saw that Harry really knew nothing about Quidditch.

Wood was both angry and amused by seeing Harry running around the field and being scolded by others, but in the end he gave Harry some good guidance.

After getting on track, the team's atmosphere was very good and Wood was even happier. He felt that with Harry as their secret weapon, it was not impossible for them to win the Quidditch Cup this year.

With Ron's encouragement, or rather his urging, Neville also got on his broom and tried to fly for a while, but his feet were almost touching the ground, and his speed was not much faster than Ron walking beside him.

Neville was lying on the bed, stammering as he described his flying experience, with a smile on his face: "I... I flew past Ron, oh, you don't know what it was like! I almost fell on him..."

Everyone changed into pajamas, except Harry, who was still wearing his coat and had not gone to bed.

Ron turned around and saw this scene, and screamed in disbelief: "You are not going to go on a night tour to look at that mirror again!"

"Take me with you!" Simo, who was already lying down, sat up suddenly from the bed when he heard this.

When Seamus learned that several other people in the dormitory had gone out for a night out last night, his first thought was not whether he would lose points, but that he had missed out on a wonderful adventure and had nothing to brag about to Dean, which was a big loss.

Ximo was very resentful. Why! Why were there five people in the dormitory, four of them had gone, and he was the only one sleeping foolishly.

No, I have to go tonight no matter what.

Loren picked up the pillow at hand and threw it hard at Ximo: "Stop making trouble!"

Then he looked at Harry and began to advise: "Harry, remember what was written on that mirror?"

The green in Harry's eyes dimmed a little, and he nodded: "What I show is not your face, but your desire."

"There are no parents or relatives in the mirror. These are just illusions. Do you understand?"

"But..." Harry didn't know what to say, he just wanted to see his parents more.

"Did you enjoy your Quidditch practice this afternoon?"

Harry nodded.

"You could have had a whole day of fun like this, but you should have started training in the morning."

Harry seemed to understand a little bit. The vague shadow in the magic mirror wasted his time.

"Your parents will never know even if you watch it a hundred times. You have given your parents a mirror of your love."

Ron and Neville also listened quietly. They knew that Harry shouldn't keep looking at the mirror, but they couldn't say why. They also understood what Loren said.

Only Seamus was eager to look into the mirror.

And me! And me!!

You all have seen it! I haven't seen it yet!

Simo screamed in his heart, but he didn't dare to say it, "Wuwuwu, the dormitory isolated me." He hated himself, why did he go to bed so early last night, couldn't he sleep less on the weekend?

Harry on the other side remained silent, still feeling a little reluctant.

Loren saw this and had to use his trump card: "Tomorrow morning is the Transfiguration class. Have you finished the homework assigned by Professor McGonagall?"

The damage of the ultimate move was too high, and Ron, who was watching the show nearby, was killed instantly. Harry and Ron skillfully showed the same terrified expression.

"Help!"

Seamus and Neville always felt that this scene was a little familiar. I think the two of them were like this last week.

……

Loren took out Nico's fantasy book from under the quilt, gently pressed his finger on the first pattern, and entered the library.

The bookshelves are neatly arranged, the lights are bright, and the tables and chairs are tidy.

"Good evening! Flamel!" Loren greeted the figure floating in the air.

"Good evening, Loren. Let's learn Hebrew first today." Flamel smiled gently.

The text in the Book of Abraham is not written in just one language, but Hebrew is the main language.

Nico did not intend to teach Loren the translated version. The original content might be distorted after translation, and different people might have different understandings of the same content.

Nico thinks that Loren cannot follow his old path, because the two will not experience the same life. In the same turbulent times, if Loren follows his translation, he may not even be able to practice the incomplete Philosopher's Stone.

In addition to Hebrew, there are also Latin characters, as well as various magical patterns that exist in the field of alchemy and can communicate and transmit magic power. Loren also saw some ancient Chinese characters in a pile of books.

According to Flamel, Loren wouldn't have any use for the back room for some time.

In the duel room, the first-year Loren now only has some powerful [Open Door], and the rest of the spells he knows are some basic spells, with basically no combat power. He can't let Flamel turn into an elementary school student and duel with him like he's playing house.

After reading the list of books Snape gave Loren, Flamel thought that the Hogwarts Potions Professor was worthy of being called a Potions Master, and that these books could indeed help to organize theoretical knowledge. At this stage, it was enough for Loren to follow the teacher's teaching.

As for alchemy, if I work fast, I should be able to get started before Christmas and begin to learn some simple alchemical knowledge.

Loren spent the whole night struggling to memorize strange syllables and identify all kinds of strange and bizarre words.

Outside the Book of Fantasy, Harry and Ron were also busy looking at the Transfiguration homework of Loren, Neville and Seamus.

Chapter 34 Dumbledore Returns

Wednesday, Gryffindor first years have two classes this morning, Herbology and Charms.

Herbology is a labor class, and after a whole morning, the first-year students were all exhausted and barely had the energy to eat.

"Hermione, can you please not force us to cast spells your way during class?" Ron poked the steak in front of him with his fork.

After the night tour, the relationship between the few people improved. Everyone was more relaxed when getting along with each other and could talk directly about many things.

Hermione beside her shook her hair and turned to look at Ron: "But you have to admit that my method is effective!"

"Wouldn't Loren be able to cast the spell without following your method?" Ron said confidently.

Loren, who was trying to stuff a croissant the size of an adult's fist into his mouth, turned to Ron and shouted, "Woo, woo, woo!"

Ron was confused: "What is he talking about?"

"Ah~" Hermione sighed, looking unbearable. This person was really hopeless. "He said that he practiced like this at the beginning, and later he became familiar with it and could cast any spell."

Loren nodded in agreement, "Slurp!" He could no longer hold back his saliva.

Hermione couldn't bear it any longer, so she slapped him on the back of the head, knocking the bread out: "Eat well!"

Ron couldn't bear to watch it anymore, so he turned to Harry and said, "Harry, do you have training this afternoon?"

"Ah~" Harry also sighed, life was hard: "Do you want to come and watch?"

"No." Ron shook his head. "I'm not a Quidditch player. I can use this time to do my homework. I don't have to rush through homework with you on weekend nights."

This was a bit heartbreaking, and Harry felt the buckwheat bread in his mouth become bitter. Quidditch practice three times a week took up a lot of his spare time, and his homework would pile up until the weekend.

"Why can't Quidditch players have less homework?" Harry thought this was unfair.

Loren had already finished the bread by then. "What are you dreaming of? You can have fun and not do homework. It's not even in your dreams!"

Someone has to study even in his dreams. It's so hard.

At this moment, the skylight in the restaurant suddenly opened, and many owls flew in. Hedwig threw a flying broom in front of Harry with great effort, and stood beside him angrily, pecking at the fruit in front of Harry.

"A flying broom?" Hermione stared at it. Fortunately, it was clean and tidy, and the shape was gorgeous enough, otherwise, if a real broom appeared on the dining table, she would not be able to eat the meal.

"Professor McGonagall should have bought it for me, but why did it arrive so quickly? I thought it wouldn't arrive until after Halloween." Harry was a little confused. The delivery speed was too fast.

"This is not an ordinary flying broom!" Ron ignored Harry's doubts and gently stroked the smooth broom handle. "Harry! This is a Nimbus 2000, the fastest broom at the moment!"

"I regret this, Harry. I'm going to watch you train this afternoon. Please lend me your Nimbus 2000 for half an hour."

"Ten minutes is fine!"

"Three minutes is fine!"

Several people just watched Ron embarrass himself. He acted like he was going crazy after seeing the girl he liked and kept talking to himself the whole time.

Loren wanted to record this scene so that he could laugh at him from the moment he graduated to the next day, and for the rest of his life.

Harry looked towards the head-guest table, trying to express his gratitude to Professor McGonagall, but Professor McGonagall was not there. Harry remembered that he hadn't seen Dumbledore for several days.

I'll thank Professor McGonagall when I get a chance, Harry thought.

……

Judging from the time, Peter Pettigrew's trial should have ended and Dumbledore should have returned. Loren planned to try his luck in the headmaster's office.

Coming to the stone statue on the third floor, Loren began to try:

"Lemon Sherbet!"

no response.

"Licorice Wand!"

no response.

"Cockroach pile!"