The days at Hogwarts

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breakfast time.

Gryffindor's long table has stewed beans, bread, and salad. Those who prefer meat will choose bacon and fried sausage.

Only Loren had steak for breakfast, and Ron watched him chew the last bite and lick his lips after swallowing it.

I have to admit that watching Loren eat is a pleasure. Just by looking at him, you can almost feel the aroma of the well-done steak mixed with the sweet and salty juices, soaking through the texture of every strand of meat.

"Why are you looking at me?" Loren picked up the vegetable juice and cleared the taste in his mouth. He wanted to make up for the energy he lost last night.

Ron was still staring blankly, his eyes following the movement of Loren's hand, "No, nothing, I just feel that it's weird to eat steak for breakfast."

"Oh, I highly recommend you try it tomorrow."

Loren said as he moved closer to Hermione: "Hermione, do you have any plans for today?"

Hermione was a little confused. She had stayed up late yesterday to do her Transfiguration homework and didn't get enough sleep. Blinking, she looked at Loren blankly: "I was in the library all weekend."

"I need your help!" Loren felt that Hermione was the only one who could help him in the first grade.

Hermione didn't know what was going on, and was dragged by Loren all the way to the Room of Requirement.

Loren paced back and forth in front of the beaten silly Barnabas, asked the Room of Requirement to set up a duel room, and pulled Hermione in.

"For reasons I can't tell you yet, I need to improve my practical skills, at least to a certain threshold." Loren pressed Hermione's shoulders, his blue eyes staring into her brown eyes. "You have mastered the most spells in the first year, so I need your help."

Last night Flamel made a request that at least one must be proficient in the Armor Spell and learn to be beaten before hitting others.

Hermione didn't ask any more questions, but counted on her fingers: "The only spell I know that can be used in combat is the Binding Spell."

The little witch was a little depressed, "I can't help you, I still don't know enough spells." After thinking for a while, she knew the most spells among the freshmen, and continued, "I don't think we need to pursue actual combat at the moment, we are only freshmen."

"That's enough. What I want to practice is the Iron Armor Spell. You just need to cast the spell on me." Loren explained.

It sounded like there was nothing wrong with it, so Hermione nodded.

Loren briefly introduced the Iron Shield Charm, "The Iron Shield Charm is a spell that can resist many kinds of spells. An invisible magic barrier will appear in the direction where the caster's wand is pointing, deflecting and dispersing objects or spells to protect the caster and a certain range around him."

The Shield Spell is different from other spells. You won't receive feedback as soon as you cast it.

It needs to be improved according to different defensive results. The ideal state is to be able to control the direction of the enemy's spell or make it dissipate.

Going a step further, this invisible magic barrier can protect the entire body.

Of course, today Loren was successful if he could fully release a protective barrier.

Hermione suddenly remembered, "Miranda Goshawk's book 'Advances in Spells' mentioned that many adult wizards may not be able to cast this spell."

Ever since she last read Miranda Goshawk's manuscript, Hermione had become interested in this legendary witch.

Hermione checked out other books by the author from the library, and Madam Pince was very helpful, saving her a lot of time.

"I don't think this is a spell that a first-year can learn, Loren." Hermione dissuaded him. She had some guesses, "Are you having any difficulties? We can go find the professor and the headmaster now." Hermione's tone was urgent.

It is obviously not normal for a student to suddenly learn a defensive spell that is beyond the scope.

"Stop, stop!" Loren stopped Hermione's imagination, "It's just a spell, nothing else."

After some persuasion, Hermione reluctantly accepted Loren's words.

The two were two or three meters apart, with their wands pointing in each other's direction.

Hermione was a little nervous. This was her first time casting a spell on someone. "Are you ready?"

"Ready."

Hermione confirmed again: "Are you ready?"

Loren was also a little nervous, and exhaled: "Ready."

"Are you ready?"

"Of course!"

"Are you ready?"

"Yes?" Loren hesitated.

"Are you ready?"

Loren couldn't stand it anymore. You heard the SpongeBob SquarePants theme song over there: "That's enough Hermione!"

"Ah! [Petrification of All]!" Hermione was startled by Loren's impatient tone. Under the high pressure, the spell went surprisingly smoothly.

The vine wood wand emitted a subtle white light.

Loren was still immersed in the melody of the conversation with the captain and didn't react at all. He stood up, his hands pressed against his trouser seams, his face turned blue, and he fell straight to the ground.

It was also the first time that Hermione witnessed the real scene of this spell. She was stunned for a moment, but quickly came to her senses: "I told you that you were not ready!" Her tone was a little aggrieved, "Why are you so mean to me!"

"We should have coordinated more often."

"If you didn't yell at me, I wouldn't be so panicked..."

The little witch grumbled and complained about Loren, and it took her a while before she remembered to remove the curse from Loren.

The process of removing the curse did not go smoothly. After several attempts, Loren's stiff body finally relaxed.

"It's all your fault!" Hermione slapped Loren on the shoulder in anger.

Loren felt aggrieved, but he didn't dare to say it because he still had to ask for help, and he was indeed impolite.

Dusting off the nonexistent dust on his body, Loren pretended to be relaxed: "Come again, I will definitely cooperate with you this time."

The two resumed their starting positions, wands pointed at each other.

"Are you ready?" Hermione's voice was no longer nervous.

"Yes, Captain!" Loren swore in his heart, I will cooperate with you even if you say it a hundred times.

"Everyone is petrified." This time, Hermione confirmed it once and took decisive action.

Loren, who was preparing to receive the captain's greeting next time, watched the white light pointing at him, and he cried out in his heart: I don't accept it!!!

Loren fell straight down with his eyes wide open.

"Alas~" Hermione sighed, "You are not ready."

Hermione said nothing more, sighing as she removed the curse from Loren.

Loren stood up again and brushed off the non-existent dust: "Ahem, it was an accident. I won't do it again next time."

Hermione shook her head and stood back up, "Are you ready?"

"Yes!"

"[Tongtong Petrochemical]"

"[Armor Protection]"

The two of them spoke almost at the same time, but the Armor Spell was not a basic spell, and Loren failed to summon a magic barrier.

Once again, Loren fell.

Hermione had a feeling that she might be very tired today and would be constantly casting spells and removing spells, "Ah~"

Loren stood up again. His tense muscles made his breathing rapid and his face hot.

Neither of them spoke and stood back in their original positions.

"[Tongtong Petrochemical]"

"[Armor Protection]"

The moment Loren cast the spell, he felt it. He still failed to summon the magic barrier. The feeling of shame quickly drove his brain, and Loren threw himself to the side to avoid being petrified this time.

The practice of both of them is on the right track.

In almost the entire morning, Loren only succeeded in counteracting Hermione's spells twice.

The good news is that Hermione has become much more skilled in casting and removing spells, but the bad news is that Loren still cannot cast the Shield Charm stably.

"Hehe, Hermione, I don't think we can let you keep repeating it like this. It won't help you." Out of some strange self-esteem, Loren came up with a brilliant idea to knock Hermione down once.

"What do you think you have?" Hermione knew that Loren had not yet learned any attack spells, and the explosion spell Seamus had mentioned was too powerful and not suitable for practice.

"Let's have a wizard duel!" Loren said seriously and sanctimoniously.

"The current record is 21 to 0." Hermione raised her chin with a proud look on her face.

The two men bowed, wands raised to their chests, staring at each other's movements.

"Everyone is petrified." Hermione took the lead.

Loren had been waiting for this step. He quickly rolled to the side and half-crouched to face Hermione's right shoe: "[Wingardium Leviosa]"

The levitation spell made her shoes want to move around, and Hermione lost her balance and stumbled to the ground. Before she fell, she hurriedly released a binding spell at Loren.

Hermione had been using the spell all morning and her hands were warm.

Both men fell to the ground, shoulders together, but Loren was no longer able to fight.

Hermione's smile showed from the exposed teeth to the crescents in her eyes, and from every part of her face. Lauren could feel her shoulders shaking with laughter.

Hermione patted Loren's shoulder and stood up slowly: "Mr. Morgan, 22 to 0, haha..."

I was delayed today by something, so I can only update once, but it's 4K, which means there is no change.

Chapter 40 Daily Prophet

Loren was crunching his lamb chops, his eyes fixed on Hermione.

Hermione, who was sitting opposite, had an irrepressible smile on her face. She was eating happily and humming some scattered melodies.

Hermione looked at Loren from time to time, muttering something weird about "22 to 0".

Loren comforted himself that he became familiar with the Shield Charm and Hermione gained a little happiness, a win-win situation!

The sound of an owl's wings flapping could be heard from the skylight. There would be more letters from Hogwarts on weekends.

The silly little spectacled owl also brought Loren a reply letter from Grandpa Bates.

Loren sent the letter to Grandpa Bates on the second Saturday of the school year, and this was already the third Saturday. An owl should take less than a week to get back and forth, and maybe Grandpa Bates took some time to reply, but Loren didn't care.

Loren put Hanhan aside, gave him some cheese and bread, and began to read the letter.

In the letter, Bates said he was not worried at all about Loren, who only remembered to write to the old man half a month after school started and whose wording was extremely impolite. These things would be slowly settled after he came back from vacation.

Bates did not give a direct response to Loren's question about returning to the city. He said he would visit some of the old places and asked Loren not to interfere.

Throughout the letter, Bates did not care about the magic school or what magical skills Loren had learned. He only said at the end of the letter that the two sheep at home had given birth, which would be suitable for roast lamb when Loren returned.

After reading the letter, Loren folded it neatly and put it in his pocket, feeling warm in his heart.

Humph, what's suitable for roasting lamb? It's just that I miss him. Old people are like this, they just talk tough.

Tomorrow is the full moon night. I don’t know how the old man is doing and whether he will go to the mountains again.

Loren did not reply immediately. He planned to wait until he got the wolfsbane potion and let Hanhan take it back with him.

The werewolf matter came to an end, and even the silly owl pecking at the food nearby seemed even cuter. Loren reached out and stroked the feathers of the spectacled owl.

Hermione was also looking at the owl. She was present when the owl was purchased. "It looks like it has grown a bit."

Loren nodded and stuffed a piece of pudding into his mouth. "You could definitely say it's fattened up a lot."

"Coo!" The little spectacled owl, who was concentrating on the cheese, looked up and said, "You are so rude!"

"So what did you name it?" Hermione asked curiously.

Loren's hand froze as he was trying to stuff something into his mouth. A name? It seemed like he hadn't thought of it, and he just kept calling it silly.

He tentatively asked, "Hanhan?" These two words are pronounced in Chinese.

The little spectacled owl immediately responded: "Coo!"

Hermione repeated it twice, not understanding what it meant. She thought it was just some kind of repeated sound, like meow, peewee or something like that.

"I want to borrow Hanhan to write a letter to my parents."

Hermione hadn't written a letter to her family since the start of the new semester. It was her first time to go to school away from her parents, and even though the wonders of magic were enough to ease her loneliness, her longing for her parents grew stronger and stronger.

She had trouble describing to her parents what magical principles she had learned, how the tone of a spell would affect the outcome, just like a middle school student who couldn't speak the grammar of a word or Newton's first law when calling home.

The little girl's extracurricular life was also monotonous, and she was not very close to her roommates. For a long time, Loren was her only friend, and it was only after a night out that she became familiar with Harry and the other two.