The days at Hogwarts

Professor McGonagall's scolding...

Snapped!

The Boggart leaped out of the darkness and transformed into a familiar figure in front of Hermione.

"Loren!"

"Hermione is actually afraid of you!"

Harry and Ron exclaimed in unison, their disbelieving eyes flickering back and forth between him and Hermione.

Loren was slightly stunned, a smile forming on his lips.

The Boggart-transformed "Loren" had a cold face and looked at Hermione with disdain. It curled its lips and was about to speak.

"Ah!" Hermione screamed with a red face, and her wand waved out a shadow, "【Funny funny】"

Snapped--

"Loren's" eyes softened, and the cold and stiff expression was replaced by a friendly smile. It looked at Hermione ambiguously, its lips slightly opening and closing, and it seemed that it was about to speak again.

"Ah!" Hermione screamed even louder and her face turned redder.

The little witch retreated almost in panic. She waved her hands and tried to push Loren forward. When her palms touched Loren, she felt as if they were burned by fire and quickly withdrew them.

It was not right to extend her hand or to stop, as "Loren" in front was about to speak. Hermione's face turned redder than a rose because of her anxiety.

Even the dumbest brain could understand that Loren was not a fool. With a sweet smile, he took a few steps forward and separated Hermione and the Boggart.

Two identical Lorens stood together and looked at each other.

Observing the Boggart closely, Loren clearly felt a faint and delicate magic coming from the Boggart, covering his head like a thin mist.

This feeling of exploring the soul is somewhat similar to [Leiliminance], but it is weaker and more purposeful, going straight to the fear emotion in the brain.

As soon as Loren's mind moved, he activated the brain occlusion technique, and his magic and emotions built a solid defense on the surface of his brain and soul.

The weak Boggart magic circled around and around, but couldn't find a breakthrough, and was finally blocked outside by Loren's defense.

The Boggart still maintained the appearance of "Loren", but there were some slight jagged edges on its shape. It seemed that it would not be able to maintain its shape without Hermione's fear supply.

Interesting... Loren showed an interested look in his eyes and slightly released his brain occlusion, guiding the Boggart's magic to explore his memory.

It was not led by the Boggart, but by Loren himself.

Snapped!

A giant monster twelve feet tall, with gray-green skin as dull as granite, a bald little head like a coconut, and holding a thick wooden stick appeared on the spot, emitting a disgusting stench.

The boggart in Loren form turned into a giant monster.

The crowd watching was a little stunned. What Loren was afraid of was actually a troll?

Snapped!

Before the giant monster could do anything in slow motion, it turned into an eight-eyed giant spider again.

The eight-eyed giant spider turned into a goblin, the goblin turned into Fangya, and Fangya turned into the three-headed dog Fluffy...

The sound of "pa pa pa" continued to ring out in the staff lounge. The expressions of Harry and others gradually changed from surprise to numbness. They realized that Loren was not afraid of the Boggart, but the Boggart was afraid of Loren.

In the end, the sphinx-like boggart turned into Hermione's appearance with a crisp sound.

Chapter 287 Boggart: You are the savior?

The girl in front of Loren was wearing a pure white dress, her fair cheeks seemed to be reflected in the sunset red, shy as water. The girl's eyes drooped slightly, her long eyelashes left a shadow on her face, she raised her face slightly, tiptoed lightly, and her lips——

"Loren Morgan!"

Hermione's face, which had finally cooled down, turned red again. She wanted to stuff Loren and the Boggart back into the closet.

After pushing Harry and pulling the damned Loren Morgan back, Hermione gave him a few powerful blows on the back.

Turning to look at everyone, a strange look flashed across Lupin, Harry and Ron's faces for a moment, and the three of them looked up at the furnishings in the staff room at the same time.

"It's a nice day today, huh?"

"Yes, yes. Some of the tables and chairs in this room can still be used, right?"

"..."

"Ahem!" Finally, Professor Lupin stood up. "You go ahead, Harry."

Harry took two steps forward and the Boggart transformed almost instantly.

A Dementor appeared in its place, its hooded face turned towards Harry, one of its gleaming, dry, pale hands grasped the cloak, and began to float soundlessly towards Harry, making low, gurgling sounds.

A chill that penetrated Harry's bones enveloped Harry...

There was almost no ripple, and Harry fell to the ground with a plop.

Onlookers: "..."

Ron quickly went forward to check on Harry's condition, and Professor Lupin muttered "ridiculous" as he put the Boggart back into the cupboard again.

Out of the corner of her eye, Hermione saw the Boggart transform back into a silver ball.

Loren looked thoughtfully at the silent cabinet containing the Boggart.

The things that a Boggart changes should only be superficial and cannot imitate the same power or magic, just like the howling banshee that Seamus just called out would not hurt anyone even if she screamed at the top of her lungs.

Otherwise, Voldemort would not have needed to recruit Death Eaters. He could have mass-produced Riddle's army by releasing Boggarts everywhere.

But Harry fell in seconds, which meant that the Boggart did have some characteristics of a Dementor. The most incredible thing was that it imitated the unique magic of a Dementor.

Magic is unique, this is the consensus of all magical creatures. The magic of wizards, the magic of veela, the magic of fairies, the magic of house-elves... The magic of different creatures derives different magical characteristics, which are clearly distinguished.

Even magic with similar effects is completely different in nature. For example, a wizard's binding spell petrifies, and a basilisk's gaze petrifies. Although the petrification effect is the same, the magic's mechanism of action is completely different, and the way to remove the petrification is also different.

Loren was a little curious about how far Bogut's imitation could go and whether there were any limitations.

Not far away, Ron slapped Harry awake with a few slaps. He lay on his back on the floor, staring at the ceiling stupidly. It took him a while to realize where he was.

"Are you okay?" Ron waved his hand in front of his eyes.

"I'm sorry!" Harry said dejectedly. Cold sweat ran from his forehead to behind his glasses. He saw the scene of his parents being killed again.

For the first time, the determined Gryffindor doubted his own courage. Compared to Loren who almost broke the Boggart, he was too bad and could not hold on for even a single encounter.

Harry once again thought of the Sorting Hat's words, saying that he was a good fit for Slytherin...

"Here—" Lupin handed him a chocolate frog. "Dementors. That's impressive. What you fear most is—fear itself. That's very wise, Harry."

The chocolate warmed his body a little. Harry grinned and forced a smile: "Thank you for your comfort, Professor. But I would rather tame my fear like Loren."

"Occlumency," Loren said.

"Huh?" Harry turned and looked at him puzzledly.

"I'm talking about Occlumency." Loren tapped his head with his index finger bent. "I didn't tame fear. I blocked the Boggart from looking into my brain. It can only see what I want it to see, so it's unpredictable."

"What a novel idea!" Lupin praised. He could see that Loren's magical attainments far surpassed those of young wizards of the same age, and were even stronger than many adult wizards.

Lupin changed the subject: "However, as a professor, I would rather you face your fear and overcome it rather than hide your fear."

"Professor, you are right." Loren agreed and laughed, "So can you lend me the Boggart? I want to practice overcoming my fear."

Lupin was stunned for a moment, then couldn't help laughing: "Hahaha, I can't do that now, I still have to use it to teach students in other classes."

"What happens after the teaching is completed?"

"I'll have to ask Professor McGonagall after I finish teaching. This is a dangerous dark magic creature after all."

"Then I'll try to convince Professor McGonagall."

Lupin smiled and shook his head, then turned his gaze to the dejected Harry, "Harry, don't doubt yourself. Perhaps the Dementors have a special effect on you."

Harry lowered his head and said in a muffled voice: "I know, Madam Pomfrey said that Dementors are more likely to hurt vulnerable people."

Lupin pulled him up from the ground and brushed the dust off his robes. "Harry, being easily affected by Dementors does not mean being weak. Dementors will evoke painful memories in people. People are different. Even if it is the same pain, some pain is more unbearable."

"But I can't keep hiding from Dementors, can I?" Harry was still upset about the fact that he fell in an instant.

"Well, well—I think Loren can help you with that."

"Professor, you are talking about the Patronus Charm, right?" Loren waved his hand and refused: "Hermione and I are not suitable for teaching. We practiced every day for two months before we barely learned it."

This little witch can do it too?

Lupin glanced at Hermione in surprise, then turned back to look at Harry, who lowered his head but kept glancing at him out of the corner of his eye. He pondered for a moment and said, "How about this, I'll talk to Professor McGonagall and maybe we can find time every week to give you special training so that you can master the Patronus Charm as soon as possible."

"Okay, Professor!" Harry raised his head and gave a silly smile.

Ron looked around. These two had already learned it, and that one was about to learn it. Wouldn't he be the only one left? "I want to learn it too! I want to learn it too!"

Hermione stepped forward at the right time and came up with an idea: "Professor, why not just teach it publicly in the dueling class or the club."

"Dueling class, club..." Lupin muttered quietly, "Professor Flitwick told me about it, but I haven't planned to set up a club yet... and teaching the Patronus Charm publicly - this may be difficult."

"Go ahead and give it a try, Professor." Loren said in support, "You saw it at the opening banquet. There are students from other grades who want to learn the Patronus Charm. And Dementors are always roaming around the school, so the Patronus Charm is very necessary."

"Yeah yeah."

"It is very necessary, very necessary!"

"Don't worry, I need to think about it carefully and discuss it with Professor McGonagall."

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Chapter 288 An Ordinary Friday

Friday, dinner time, auditorium.

Loren swallowed the last piece of pie, propped up his slightly bulging belly, and raised his head with a satisfied smile: "Carbohydrates are really a high-quality stimulant!"

Seeing his actions, Hermione quickly put her hand on her lower abdomen and pressed it, unconsciously comparing the size of her belly before and after eating, and only breathed a sigh of relief when she confirmed that it was not the same as his.

Seeing the girl's nervous movements, Loren smiled softly and jokingly said, "You often eat like this during holidays, why are you paying attention to your image when school starts?"

I've lost my temper in front of this person too many times to be able to rebut.

The corner of Hermione's eye twitched a few times, and she ignored his joke and said seriously, "Are you full? If you are, come back to the common room. You haven't written the ending of the paper on Boggart assigned by Professor Lupin yet."

Loren took another piece of mango pudding and complained quietly, "It's all your fault. Lupin only asked us to write a short summary, but you insisted on asking me to write a paper."

"Didn't you write a lot about the analysis of Boggart's magic?" Hermione got angry when she talked about this. She picked up a spoon and scooped away a large spoonful of pudding, eating it viciously. "What kind of summary did you write about magic, soul... and many conjectures about Boggart? The most outrageous thing is that you asked me to help you find information!"

"I just mentioned a few sentences when I was writing, and you want me to turn it into a paper!"

“You wrote that, too!”

"You are unreasonable!"

"..."

The two of them stumbled back and forth until a portion of pudding was finished. Hermione then realized that she was too full and pressed her belly with a sad expression.

The little witch pursed her lips and tried hard silently.

Inhale!

My belly didn't move at all.

Inhale!

My belly still won’t shrink back.

"Do you want me to massage you?" Loren laughed.

After trying several times, Hermione gave up and looked at Loren with a bit more anger in her eyes: "It's all your fault, go back and write your paper!"

"I'm afraid not." Loren spread his hands, "I still have to go to Professor Snape's office. You know, he said that in the Defense Against the Dark Arts class that day."

The reasons are sufficient and cannot be refuted.

Hermione was so angry that her teeth were itching. She just couldn't stand Loren's smug look.

"Besides, I don't have to prepare for five elective courses on the weekends, so I can take my time to write the paper."

Damn, it makes me even angrier.

Hermione stood up and walked towards the door of the auditorium without looking back. She was afraid that she would hit someone if she stayed any longer.