The days at Hogwarts

Chapter 38 Snape's Test (High Energy Warning)

The third graders had Defense Against the Dark Arts class today, but the get out of class has already ended.

Professor Quirrell walked quickly toward the dining room with his head down, and George and Fred followed stealthily behind him.

Loren and the others saw one of the twins take out his wand and point it at Professor Quirrell's head and shout, "Fly the scarf."

The purple scarf was originally wrapped around Professor Quirrell's head. Under the effect of magic, it suddenly began to untie itself from the end that was exposed outside and fly up.

The scarf did not change very quickly, and Professor Quirrell reacted quickly. He covered his head with the scarf in panic and looked around to see who was playing a prank.

The brothers George and Fred were very familiar with such scenes. They immediately surrounded Ron from the left and right, put their hands on Ron's shoulders, and spoke loudly, pretending to chat with Ron.

"Oh, Ronnie, I heard you wet the bed again last night!"

"The last time you wet the bed was last week!"

All eyes were focused on Ron, and most of them looked surprised.

Those who were familiar with the twins knew that this was another prank and expressed sympathy for Ron.

Ron's face turned red. "I will not let you off this time. Die, George!"

Ron rushed towards the person on the right, but Ron's brother's arms were much longer than Ron's, and he hugged Ron: "Look, our baby Ronnie is angry." After a pause, he continued, "But I'm Fred, and the one over there is George!"

George on the other side laughed and said, "As our brother, you can't tell us apart. This makes us very sad."

Professor Quirrell didn't pay attention to the fight between the three red-haired brothers and had already walked away.

George and Fred could also notice Quirrell walking away.

"It seems that the flying spell can't deal with the scarf of the human-shaped dung egg."

"We have to find another way."

"Maybe we can sneak attack during class."

"Bye Ronnie."

"We have to get down to business."

The two of them said something, put Ron down, and ran away quickly.

Harry couldn't help laughing. "When is Ronnie going to wet the bed next time?"

"Harry, that's enough!" Ron smiled.

The group went to have lunch happily.

……

Professor Snape gave Loren a list of 25 books. Loren had already read 4 of them and took the time to review them.

I thought about what to say to Snape several times, but in the end I couldn't come up with the best answer.

After dinner, Loren went to Snape's office.

Snape's office is located underground, next to the Slytherin lounge. Even the relief above the wall near the office is mainly dark green, which is a little dull and has a hint of black.

Loren had just arrived outside the office, and before he could knock on the door, Snape's deep voice came from inside: "Come in."

The light in the office was dim, and Snape was lowering his head to correct the homework collected today.

Snape didn't greet Loren, and Loren began to look around the office on his own.

There was nothing special about the table, bookshelf, or cabinets, but the shelves along the wall were filled with glass jars.

Loren saw the eyeballs of various unknown creatures, a toad as big as a human head, and poisonous snakes with strange patterns, floating in liquids of various colors in various shapes.

These glass jars make the whole office feel eerie.

"I hope you can go back and tell Harry Potter and his little follower Ron Weasley that if their homework continues to be so similar, I will make them copy it a hundred times." Snape did not look up and his voice was calm.

"Got it, professor." Loren was very obedient.

"From the moment you approached me, I knew you had other purposes. So, tell me—" Snape raised his head, staring at Loren with deep eyes, "Mr. Morgan, what do you want from me?"

Loren looked directly at the professor of Potions, regardless of whether Snape had used Legilimency or not. "Wolfsbane Potion, Professor."

Snape's eyes turned into surprise: "Werewolf? You?"

"No, my grandfather is a werewolf." Loren was very straightforward. He didn't think that playing tricks on Snape would have any good results.

"I need the wolfsbane potion to ease my grandfather's pain."

"Hey, werewolf!"

Snape's eyes were profound, "How pathetic and pitiful..."

He thought of the other werewolf and the group of people he hated during his school days.

When Snape was in sixth grade, he accidentally entered the Shrieking Shack on a full moon night and was almost killed by Lupin, but was saved by Harry's father James...

After a while, Snape came back to his senses, looked at Loren deeply, and said nothing.

Snape took Loren to his private storage room, and Loren discovered that there was another room hidden in this office.

Snape dragged over two boxes and opened the lids. One was an empty box, and the other was filled with many black-based green-striped venomous snakes, probably dozens of them. Loren's scalp tingled when he saw them.

"Once bitten by a green-veined adder, the wound will never heal and will continue to fester and fester..." As Snape spoke, he reached out and pulled out a snake from the dense pile of snakes, pried open its mouth, and knocked his fangs against the mouth of the test tube.

Loren watched as the fangs rapidly secreted sticky venom; one line of venom filled up one-fifth of the test tube.

Snape put the test tube back into the test tube rack and threw the venomous snake into another empty box.

The poisonous snake that was thrown down was restless and tried to crawl out.

Loren noticed that there was a circle of gold thread at the opening of both boxes. When the venomous snake crawled to the box opening and touched the gold thread, it would become stiff and then fall back into the box.

"I want you to collect this box of poisonous snake venom."

Snape's words chilled Loren's body. He forced himself to reply, "Yes, I know, Professor."

Snape ignored him, walked out of the storage room and continued marking homework.

Loren had never encountered such a scene in his life, and he repeatedly prepared himself mentally: these snakes would not really bite him, Snape would not put a student in such danger, and the toxicity he mentioned before was probably to scare him.

After thinking about this, Loren felt much better and calmed down a little.

Loren took a deep breath and reached out to the snake box. The wet, cold, and slippery touch of the scales immediately overwhelmed Loren's senses. Just as Loren guessed, there were no snakes in the box that would bite.

He couldn't grab a snake as accurately as Snape, and several snakes crawled up his arms, their scales caressing Loren's skin.

He quickly pulled his hand out, revealing two snakes on his arm. He almost cursed.

At this moment, the snake that had been twisting in the hand calmed down.

Loren breathed a sigh of relief. It turned out that not only did it touch the golden thread, but as long as it exceeded the height of the golden thread, the snake would freeze and become quiet.

Loren mechanically repeated the steps of extracting venom and placing it in the water. In the end, he was able to remove the snake without any expression on his face, and he could also spare some time to observe the snake's patterns.

After an unknown amount of time, Loren walked out of the storage room, his face pale and his eyes dull: "Professor Snape, it's done."

"You go back." Snape didn't look up.

A surge of anger surged in Loren's heart, but it was immediately followed by a deep sense of powerlessness. He was already mentally exhausted, and in the end he said nothing and left the office.

"Come here every Friday night from now on. You need to drink the wolfsbane potion a week in advance. It's too late this month." Snape's voice came from behind.

Chapter 39: Practicing the Iron Armor Spell (k)

Chapter 39: Practicing the Iron Armor Spell (4k)

Snape's words made Loren feel relieved. The thing he had been thinking about since before entering school finally had a result.

Loren felt somewhat relieved, but not too happy. The scene just now had given Loren too much of a shock.

That feeling, that helplessness, and even the anger that arose when he felt he was being fooled. Every detail was engraved in Loren's heart.

Snape fulfilled his duties as a professor and did not refuse the offer, but Loren felt uncomfortable.

Back in the lounge, Loren washed his whole body carefully three times until the cold and slippery feeling completely disappeared before he lay down on the bed.

The roommate had already gone to bed. Loren was lying flat on the bed with his eyes open. He was looking at the ceiling, or as if he was looking at something else through the ceiling.

He was already very tired, and the feeling of sleepiness kept rolling in his head. Finally, he felt like he was stuck somewhere, very sleepy, but couldn't fall asleep.

I closed my eyes and felt like I was about to fall asleep. In my dream I vaguely saw densely entangled and coiled snakes.

Loren felt that a long time had passed, but he was still awake. He seemed to hear the sound of unknown birds coming from afar through the window.

After hesitating for a moment, Loren pointed his finger at the Book of Fantasy.

A halo flashed before Loren's eyes, and the scene in front of him changed into a bright and clear library.

Flamel didn't seem to notice Loren's abnormality. He flew around Loren twice and said, "Today we are going to learn function words and grammar."

Loren stared at Flamel in a trance, trying to see the shadow of a snake in him; the way they twisted and turned was somewhat similar.

"Flamel, I don't want to study today." Loren's voice was weak.

Flamel looked at Loren: "Oh! Of course!"

Nico's face, which he was holding, began to twist, and his voice became even more shrill: "You don't want to study today. Today is the weekend. There are four weekends a month, and fifty weekends a year."

"If you live to be a hundred, you'll have more than four thousand weekends!"

"Of course! You will be the refiner of the Philosopher's Stone, and you will have countless weekends!"

Loren didn't notice Flamel's strangeness. He just thought he was advising me to study hard, and explained: "It's not because of the weekend. Today I..."

After a pause, Loren still told his experience today: "...After coming back, I felt a little tired, so I just came in to relieve myself."

Flamel seemed to calm down, floating in the air, and didn't speak for a long time.

Loren didn't say anything else. He rested his head on the table, staring at the unreal, bright lights in the distance. His eyes narrowed smaller and smaller, and he seemed about to fall asleep.

Flamel looked at the little man on the table, the one chosen by the prophecy. He was only eleven years old and didn't know that the gifts of fate all had their prices.

"Ah~"

"How does fate choose, Albus?"

Flamel rose into the air, emitting a bright, white light.

Loren slept in a daze, and it felt like you had a day off on Friday, worked hard until who knows what time it was in the early morning, and then fell asleep. It was drizzling on Saturday, and the sky was gray outside. It seemed that you opened your eyes, looked out the window, and fell asleep again.

When I woke up, I felt like I had slept for a century. I opened my eyes happily, and it was another day full of energy.

When Loren opened his eyes, he saw the brightly lit library again. Flamel was floating on a distant bookshelf, flipping through a Muggle drama.

Seeing Loren wake up, Flamel put down the book and floated over: "Loren, do you feel your powerlessness?"

"???"

Loren looked puzzled and asked, "What weird things are you talking about?"

"If you had Dumbledore's power, would you still encounter such a thing?" Flamel looked bewildered.

"Which little wizard in the first year can have the power of Dumbledore?" Loren felt that Flamel might need to be sent back to the factory for repairs.

Flamel ignored the flaw Loren pointed out: "You will encounter more of this in the future. Don't waste your talent. Loren, you have to learn to fight."

Loren thought about it carefully. There would be a battle with the Death Eaters later, so it would be a good idea to improve his combat skills.

"Are we going to start using the dueling room?"

"No, you are not qualified." Flamel's decisiveness made Loren feel a little hurt in his self-esteem.

"You can be more tactful, so what should I do."

"Loren, you need to master the spells in reality before you can use them in the duel room." Flamel planned to help Loren grow up quickly, "Use your talent to form your own combat power."

"Why not practice your spells in the dueling room?"

"The release of a spell requires not only the wizard's will but also the participation of the body. A wizard who is good at dueling will practice the spells he is good at until they become like instincts."

Loren's mind immediately popped up with Harry's [Expelliarmus], and he nodded as if he understood, "If you say so, then so be it."

"Your talent allows you to practice spells faster. You need to make a distinction."

“Look for what works best for you, not what’s most powerful.”

"Finally, learn the Iron Armor Spell first."