The days at Hogwarts

It was also the first time that Hermione faced the Dementors so closely. She felt goosebumps all over her body and could feel Crookshanks trembling. The last encounter at sea was too far away and it was over before she could see clearly.

The next second, she felt a warm hand on her shoulder, pulling her back a step.

Looking at the Dementor in front of him, Loren smiled and said softly, "You are unlucky to meet me."

Hearing these words, Neville suddenly felt his nervous heart calm down, and a strange feeling arose in his mind, as if he should not be afraid of the little wizard, but the Dementors.

"[Calling God to Guard]"

A soft silver light suddenly filled the entire field of vision, sweeping out like the flame of a gas explosion, melting away the ubiquitous chill, brilliant and intense yet not dazzling.

At the moment when the silver light appeared, Neville noticed that the Dementor opposite him suddenly stopped moving, as if some kind of instinctive fear had descended upon him. The next moment, the Dementor turned around and flew backwards quickly, but the silver light had already enveloped it.

The black smoke continued to dissipate, and vague and strange screams continued to be heard from under the cloak.

The brilliant silver-white light enveloped the entire carriage and continued to surge towards the front of the train. The wind outside the train was howling, mixed with similar strange screams. Then, with the light of the Patronus Charm, Neville could see the Dementors fleeing outside.

Neville felt doubtful, as if the silver light he saw was not the whole picture, but only a corner of Loren's power.

Behind the young wizards, Remus Lupin watched the scene in amazement.

Are all Hogwarts students at this level now?

So what do I teach?

Chapter 279 Arriving at school

Patronus Charm.

One of the most powerful, oldest and best-known defensive spells in the wizarding world, the Patronus Charm is extremely difficult to cast successfully.

The abundant silver light continued to gush out from the tip of Loren's staff, spreading towards both ends of the train with him as the center like an invisible flame, or like some kind of spectacular wave. While dispersing the Dementors, it also dyed the Hogwarts Express with a layer of silver.

In Remus Lupin's long-held belief, only a very small number of wizards could summon a complete Patronus. Different people had different Patronuses. He had seen James's stag, Lily's doe, and a weasel tabby cat...

But it was the first time that Lupin had seen such a huge Patronus that he couldn't even see the whole thing in the carriage. Compared to Dumbledore's phoenix, this giant Patronus gave him a different kind of shock.

After confirming that the threat of the Dementors had been lifted, Loren put down his wand and stopped casting the spell. The silver light lost its source and dimmed in a few breaths until it was completely extinguished.

When Loren put away his wand, he felt a hard little stone on the tip of the wand.

Soul Stone?

Loren calmly put the Soul Stone into his pocket.

Neville and Lupin had the same shocked expression on their faces. Although the crisis brought by fear was resolved, they still needed some time to adapt to the shock brought by the Patronus Charm.

Lupin looked at Loren with a confused heart, and couldn't help but muttered quietly: "Is this the third grade?"

Hermione lowered her head and smiled secretly.

Seeing Lupin and Neville stunned in shock, Ron curled his lips... I still don't know these two people well. As for Loren, no matter how outrageous he is, it's normal. His hand was a little sore, so Ron used another hand to hold Harry's head to prevent him from breaking his head or spraining his neck while he was unconscious.

"Professor," Loren said with a little emphasis, "what should we do now?"

Lupin then remembered that he was a professor. He came back to his senses with a start, put away his confused heart, and looked at Harry who was collapsed in Ron's arms with a complicated expression.

He recognized the lightning-shaped scar, James and Lily's son, the Boy-Who-Lived - Harry Potter.

Thinking of the adjectives in Sirius' letter, calm and brave, extremely powerful, destined to be the enemy of the You-Know-Who, Dumbledore's successor... and comparing it with the outrageous Patronus Charm just now, Lupin felt that Sirius had a bit of a Godfather filter.

After a moment of silence, Lupin quickly regained his senses. He looked at the students in the compartment and said, "You stay here. I'll go to the front to find the driver and the student president. By the way, I'll send a letter to Professor McGonagall and try to get the train to the station as soon as possible."

"What about Harry?" Ron asked anxiously.

"Wake him up and give him some chocolate." Lupin walked out of the cubicle and stood in the aisle looking at Loren. "You know what to do, right?"

"I know, Professor." Loren nodded.

Looking at Professor Lupin's receding back, Ron realized that Harry should be fine. He breathed a sigh of relief and began to mutter, "Damn it! Can't we just go back to school peacefully for once?"

He dragged Harry up and put him on the seat, then turned to look at Loren: "How do we wake him up?"

Neville sat down next to Harry, held his eyelids open, and studied his pupils.

"Dementors can suck away people's happiness and trigger negative memories. They can have a serious impact on already fragile people." Hermione also came over to check on Harry's condition. She finally made her judgment, "The Dementors were still some distance away from us at the time. They should be fine. Just assume that he is asleep and having a nightmare."

"Now that you put it that way I know what's going on." Ron went straight to his palm, which collided with his cheek, making a snapping sound.

Neville, Loren and Hermione, who were watching from the sidelines, fell into silence. For some reason, they felt that it was a little strange to see Ron slapping Harry.

"Harry! Harry! Wake up!"

"W-what?" Harry opened his eyes in confusion and adjusted his glasses that had fallen off. He felt a little pain on his face for some reason. He covered his face and looked at the people in the compartment stupidly.

This looked a bit silly. Ron looked at him nervously and asked, "Are you okay?"

"Nothing." Harry took a few seconds to process what happened before he lost consciousness, and quickly looked towards the door. "What happened? Where is that guy? Who's screaming?"

"No one screamed." Ron looked at his head suspiciously.

Harry felt that his look was impolite, but now was not the time to dwell on it. He looked around in the bright compartment and said, "But I clearly heard a scream."

As Loren listened to them talking, he rummaged through the pile of snacks on the small table. He remembered that there were still a few boxes of Chocolate Frogs left among them.

"It's the scream in your memory! Dementors will bring back bad memories. That happened to me just now." Neville remembered his experience of encountering Dementors. If it weren't for Hannah, he would probably lose consciousness like Harry.

Recalling the bad memories in the illusion, Neville looked at Loren gratefully, his lips moved as if he wanted to say something, but he didn't say anything. He stood up and clapped his hands: "You guys wait here for the professor's news, I have to go back to the front carriage, Hannah is still waiting for me."

Harry stared at Neville going away, feeling even more confused. He turned his head and looked at his friends: "What happened? Was that ghost thing wearing a cloak just now a Dementor?"

"Yes, Dementors, the jailers guarding Azkaban." Loren took out a few boxes of chocolate frogs from the snack pile and handed them to the people. "Chocolate can relieve the discomfort caused by Dementors. Eat some."

Ron opened a box and took a bite. "Just now, the Dementors followed Neville here, and you suddenly became stiff, fell off your seat, and started convulsing. Then Loren came out and used the Patronus Charm to drive away the Dementors."

Harry didn't think there was anything wrong with Loren knowing the Patronus Charm. He swallowed a mouthful of chocolate and felt a wave of heat rush to his limbs. "But I still don't understand, why am I the only one who lost consciousness?"

"I don't know. Maybe I should ask the professor to get the answer." Hermione looked at the chocolate frog with its hind legs twitching in her hand, frowning tightly. "To be honest, I still can't accept it -"

Loren saw the right moment and grabbed the chocolate frog and stuffed it into her mouth.

……

During the rest of the journey, they continued to talk about Lestrange. Lupin and Percy returned to the compartment once, confirmed that Harry was okay, gave him a few words of advice, and left.

Finally, the train stopped at the Hogsmeade platform, and the young wizards got off the train one after another in the completely dark sky.

As soon as he left the carriage, he was greeted by icy cold air. Loren shivered. Heavy rain that chilled him to the bone poured down. The little wizards scrambled and pushed each other, and the scene was in chaos.

Owls were hooting, cats were meowing, Neville's pet toad was croaking under his hat, and the half-giant was barking too.

The half-blood giant Hagrid stood at the end of the platform, waving the small umbrella in his hand and shouting: "First-year students, go this way!"

Hearing the sound, Loren and the others looked towards Hagrid, their eyes converged across the crowd. Hagrid waved at them and shouted, "You four, are you all right?"

"We're fine, Hagrid!" Harry shouted, waving his hands.

They wanted to go over and talk to him, but there was no chance as the crowd around them pushed them towards the other side of the platform.

The scene was too chaotic. Loren and Hermione leaned against each other to support each other. He spoke loudly to Harry: "Let's go back to the castle first. We can talk about it at the banquet."

Harry nodded heavily.

Walking along the rough muddy path and boarding the Thestral carriage, the young senior wizards set off towards the castle, accompanied by the faint smell of mold and straw in the carriage.

Hermione sat by the window, leaning against Loren to tidy up her wet hair. Although her clothes were blessed with [Water and Fire Immunity], a small section of her hair at the ends was still wet.

"I can finally take a breath. My head is now cleaner than my mother's." Ron leaned in the corner and touched his hair and face. The rain that soaked his hands flowed down in streams and disappeared in the gaps in the straw.

Harry felt better after eating the chocolate, but he was still weak and didn't even want to clean the water droplets on his glasses. He straightened up a little and wanted to say something. As soon as he looked up, he saw two hooded and gloomy Dementors standing guard on the side of the road. Suddenly, a chilly and uncomfortable feeling came over him, and Harry sat back down.

Hermione handed the remaining handful of hair to Loren, and leaned her head out of the small window by holding onto the wooden siding, watching the Dementors disappear from sight. "Something's wrong. Why are there so many Dementors?"

"Wait until you see the professor before asking." Loren pinched her hair with one hand and pointed the wand with the other hand, "【Whirlwind Sweep】"

A small and clever gust of strong wind blew the girl's hair, bringing out the moisture in her hair and blowing it out of the car.

Loren pinched his hair and twisted it. Hmm...it was still not smooth enough without shampoo.

After getting off the car, they walked up the stone steps into the spacious and dim foyer. The enchanted torches were burning fiercely, which soon dried the moisture on the little wizards' bodies and dispelled the cold.

To the right, the door to the auditorium was open, and one could see the magic dome inside, with a dark, overcast sky tonight.

Professor McGonagall stood at the door of the Great Hall. After not seeing her for several months, she looked the same, with her hair tied in a tight bun and square glasses on her sharp eyes.

"Attention! Be quiet!" She shouted to the little wizards, "Stay in the hall for a while, or you will catch a cold. The banquet will not start until later, you can go back to the dormitory to take a shower and change clothes first. Pay attention to the time..."

Listening to the professor's words, it seemed that all the fatigue and panic were blocked outside the Hogwarts Castle by the fire. The young wizards relaxed and began to talk and laugh.

George and Fred were just to Loren's left, and he could hear the two men's hushed words.

"Counting those guys who just want answers without paying, we'll have enough to open a store in another ten years."

"Huh? Didn't it say eight years? Why are there two more years?"

"Hehe, we went to Egypt to buy those alchemical equipment and accidentally overspent, and even spent some of our original savings..."

At this moment, Hermione tugged at the corner of his clothes, and Lauren turned his head to see Professor McGonagall walking towards them.

"Morgan! Granger! Potter! You three follow me!" Professor McGonagall said to them, "Don't be nervous, we're just going to the office to talk. Weasley, you can go back and change your clothes first."

George and Fred turned their heads and answered happily in unison: "Yes, Professor!"

Ron stared with wide eyes as he watched Professor McGonagall lead his three friends away from the talking and laughing crowd.

Professor McGonagall followed, and except for Loren, the other two were a little nervous and didn't say much... They walked through the entrance hall, up the marble stairs to the second floor, and walked a few steps along the corridor to Professor McGonagall's office.

The professor of Transfiguration had a small office with a warm fire.

As soon as Loren walked in, he saw Headmaster Dumbledore sitting in front of the fireplace adding wood. The old headmaster was wearing a golden red robe for the opening dinner and sitting on a small stool, staring at the fire with sparkling eyes, and seemed to enjoy the job of adding wood. Madam Pomfrey was also sitting on the sofa waiting for guests.

Professor McGonagall: "..."

The smile on her face faded, and then she motioned Hermione to sit down and said to the other two, "Harry, go and have Madam Pomfrey check you out. Professor Lupin sent an owl in advance to say that you were feeling unwell on the train."

Pomfrey complained at the right time: "How infuriating! Those people from the Ministry of Magic sent Dementors around the school. Do they think Hogwarts is Azkaban?"

She pulled Harry to sit on the sofa and began a series of examinations.

"Loren, it's Principal Dumbledore who wants to tell you something." She looked at the person beside the fireplace who was still adding wood attentively and raised her voice a little angrily, "Principal Dumbledore!"

"Oh, Minerva." Dumbledore shook his head, stood up slowly and walked over, "Be considerate of the old man, you will understand when you reach my age."

Standing next to Loren, he didn't say anything, but raised his hand to the height of Loren's head, then moved his hand horizontally to confirm that Loren's height had reached his chin. Dumbledore sighed: "You grow so fast, you must have gained a few inches in one summer vacation. Well, Hermione is a little taller than you, she grows even faster."

Hermione stood nearby, watching the old headmaster's actions with bright eyes.

Loren had a strange feeling in his heart. Compared to those calculations to win people's hearts, Loren was more willing to believe that this was an action from Dumbledore's heart.

"Principal, what do you want from me?" Loren asked.

Dumbledore smoothed his beard, put on his square hat, and said with a smile, "Leave the office to Hermione and Minerva. Walk with me, an old man. We'll talk on the way."

Loren nodded and followed Dumbledore out of the office.

On the other side, Madam Pomfrey finished her examination of Harry. She said approvingly, "It's nothing. Professor Lupin handled it very well. We finally have a Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher who knows how to prescribe the right medicine."

Professor McGonagall looked at Harry and asked sternly, "Are you really feeling alright?"

"Yes."

"Very well, you guys wait outside for a moment while I talk to Hermione about her class schedule, and then we'll go downstairs together for the banquet."

Chapter 280: As usual, talk with the principal at the beginning of the school term

Due to the special magic dome on the first floor, a large part of the space on the second floor of Hogwarts Castle is occupied. Compared with other floors, there are far fewer named rooms, and even the number of abandoned classrooms is less than that.

Dumbledore was clearly patient, or perhaps he was thinking about how to start this conversation.

Loren was not in a hurry either. He walked slowly beside the old principal along the corridor on the second floor. In short, the two of them fell into an inexplicable silence.

Coming out of the Gryffindor Headmaster's office and walking through a few abandoned classrooms is the History of Magic classroom. Due to the stereotype left by Professor Binns, Loren yawned subconsciously when passing by here.

Dumbledore smiled dumbly. "In fact, Professor Binns's History of Magic course in his early years was quite interesting. He was always able to find related events in the long history and piece them together like telling a story."

"Early years?" Loren tilted his head. "How early? Before he died?"

"I'm not sure. That's what Headmaster Armando told me. After all, I haven't attended any of Professor Binns' classes before he died." Dumbledore laughed and shook his head. "By the way, how was the trip to Egypt? Babel only told me that her curse was lifted, but she refused to tell me the details, saying that she wanted to keep it a secret for Hermione."

"It's a long story, Headmaster Dumbledore. You know Professor Babling's background, right?"

"I know a little about it. His brother once sacrificed his life to fight against the Death Eaters. That was more than ten years ago. After the First Wizarding War, she heard of my fame and came to me for a way to lift the curse." Dumbledore sighed, with some sighs in his tone, "But there is nothing I can do about such an ancient blood curse."

"and after?"