The days at Hogwarts

"Loren Morgan, you are a scheming child. I just casually gave you a list of books, but you took it as an opportunity to get close to me." Snape leaned back in his chair, as if talking about something insignificant.

Loren didn't refute anything. At this time, silence was always the best answer.

"You are very suitable for Slytherin. This place can fully develop your potential."

"I come from a Muggle family, sir." Lauren said calmly, "and Gryffindor is a good place."

Snape did not continue the topic: "Your information is very flexible. The wolfsbane potion has not been developed for long. Similarly, its price is also very expensive."

After a pause, Snape stood up and led Loren to the storage room: "I want you to learn some potion knowledge from me. The potions you prepare for a long time will be used to pay off your debts."

Loren felt that he had actually gotten an advantage in this matter. The value of personal guidance from a potion master was far greater than the wolfsbane potion.

"I understand, professor." Loren agreed readily.

"It will take some time to prepare the wolfsbane potion. Before that, I will write to my friend Damocles Belby, who has the finished potion. These expenses will also be charged to you."

"I understand, Professor."

Snape dragged over two more boxes, and Loren felt his legs go weak.

But this time the box contained flowers. Snape took out a pair of tweezers with extremely fine tips and said, "Tonight, you need to separate the stamens of these sap-filled flowers."

Loren looked at the small flowers in the box that were clustered like baby's breath. There seemed to be more than a dozen clusters, and each cluster had nearly a hundred flowers.

Do I need to use tweezers to pick out the stamens bit by bit?

Your eyes will go blind!

"Professor, isn't there any special magic?" Loren tried to struggle.

Snape did not mention the problem of magic, but simply said: "The sap flower is sensitive and fragile. The slightest inappropriate fluctuation of magic will make it lose its medicinal properties."

Loren sighed, sat down and began to pick the stamens: "This might as well be the venom of a green viper."

Snape didn't look at him again and walked away: "Don't worry, you will have another chance to come into contact with the green adder in the future."

Loren: I really want to slap myself!

Chapter 44 Duel Lesson

"Dear Grandpa Bates:

How are you doing? Hope your full moon night last week was peaceful...

You are so lucky to meet me! Dumbledore, the headmaster of Hogwarts, is a kind-hearted person. With the help of the headmaster and professors, I got a magic potion. Drink it a week in advance, and it can keep you sane when you transform on a full moon night.

...Hehe, the downside is that it's very bitter. Adding a little bit of sugar will make the medicine lose its effect. I hope you old man can bear it...

The medicine is enclosed with the letter...

Everything is fine at school, don't worry.

Loren

Loren wrote this letter after returning from Snape and planned to have Hanhan deliver it tomorrow.

A week had passed since the last time he picked the stamens in Snape's office. This time, Snape did not let Loren deal with any strange herbs. After testing Loren's knowledge of potions, he demonstrated the brewing process of a low-level potion and asked Loren to hand him a one-foot-long paper next week.

Loren also got the long-awaited wolfsbane potion.

It's in a palm-sized bottle, and it doesn't look like much. It's a garish purple, looks very poisonous, and smells like rotten eggs when you get close.

If he drank it, it would definitely take a lot of determination. I hope Grandpa Bates is old and his sense of taste has deteriorated, otherwise drinking the potion would be no better than turning into a werewolf.

Loren was in a good mood because he didn't have to deal with potions and got the wolfsbane potion. As for the thesis, do you know the value of college students' water thesis? What's more, there is no need to check for plagiarism.

After putting away the letter, Loren turned over and got into bed.

He pressed his finger on the duel room icon and appeared in the magical book.

The classroom has a very high ceiling and no tables, chairs or stools, so it looks a bit empty.

"Flamel, I think I can give it a try!" Loren said loudly. After a week of practice, he was able to cast the Iron Armor Spell fluently.

Flamel floated down from the sky and landed in front of Loren, smiling: "Glad to serve."

Before he finished speaking, Flamel's face blurred for a moment, and finally changed into a face that Loren was familiar with, exactly like his own.

"There is no better way to understand yourself than fighting with yourself." Flamel, who was wearing Loren's face, bowed to Loren.

Loren felt a little awkward. Fighting with himself just sounded weird.

Flamel coughed twice, and his voice became the same as Loren's, clear and a little childish. "I won't use spells that you don't know, and the power of my spells will be the same as yours."

"preparation!"

Loren concentrated, bowed, and held his wand upright in front of him.

The Armor Curse spell was on his lips, ready to be released at any time.

"【Luminescent Flash】" Flamel started with a fluorescent spell.

Loren didn't even think about it: "[Armor Protection]"

The Luminescent Spell was not an attack spell, it was not directed at Loren, and it could not trigger the magic barrier.

The dazzling white light dazzled Loren, and he subconsciously turned his head and closed his eyes.

Loren couldn't cast the Armor Charm on himself yet, so only the tip of his wand could serve as a defense. Stimulated by the strong light, Loren put away his stance and protected his eyes, and the Armor Charm was canceled.

Loren was completely unprepared at the moment. He realized this the moment he canceled the armor spell and immediately rolled to the front right.

Flamel was not surprised at all: "【Retreat the enemy three feet】"

The Repulsive Spell was one of the nine spells taught in the first grade, and Loren had already learned it, and even Hermione could cast it. However, the two did not take this spell seriously.

Loren now realized that no spell was useless as long as the timing was right.

The green light hit Loren, and he felt as if someone kicked him in the chest. He was knocked back and finally fell to the ground.

Flamel withdrew his hand and said with a smile: "As immature as a child."

Loren held his chest to relax, and after catching his breath, he rolled his eyes and said, "I am just a child."

It was so embarrassing. Loren thought he could defend against one or two spells with the Shield Charm, but he couldn't last more than two moves. A Luminescent Charm canceled the Shield Charm, and a Repulse Charm eliminated his combat power.

Flamel began to summarize the battle: "Don't expect to catch the spell that comes at you. Dodge it if you can, and use the counter-spell if you can. The last option is to let the spell hit you. Never be a target..."

The wizard duel scene that Loren imagined was very childish. One person recited a spell, and then the opponent defended against the spell, in a turn-based system.

In fact, some wizards have a good grasp of the rhythm of the battle and can quickly cast a whole set of spells to keep the enemy busy until the enemy becomes careless, and then they can seize the opportunity to end the battle.

A skilled wizard can cast two or more spells on the opponent in the time it takes to cast one.

"Come again!"

Loren stood up and exhaled, his eyes shining with excitement.

Loren started his dueling class, his performance was very ugly and he looked very embarrassed.

At the beginning, the Luminescent Spell broke the Iron Armor Spell, and Loren was prepared. However, the Luminescent Spell was not limited to the opening move, but could be inserted in the gaps between other spells, seriously disrupting Loren's vision.

"Come again!"

The fire spell squeezed Loren's space to move, and the softening spell was inadvertently released a few steps behind Loren, eventually forcing Loren to step on that tile and lose his balance.

Flamel could always come up with various combinations of the nine spells in the first-grade textbook, interfering with Loren, controlling Loren, making it too late for him to dodge, too late to cast the Armor Spell, and finally the simple [Retreat Enemy Three Feet].

Loren realized that even the nine basic spells for first-year students could be mixed and used to create extraordinary combat power.

After each battle, Flamel would point out Loren's mistakes but would not tell him how to crack them.

Loren could only slowly find the direction to move forward while being kicked away again and again.

His combat system didn't work at all, he was always on the passive side, dodging and defending. Control and interruption were completely useless.

This kind of practical training has significant effects.

At the beginning, Loren could only use the Iron Armor Spell to hold on, and later he would occasionally hit Flamel coldly to delay Flamel's continuous offensive.

From being able to hold out for a few spells to being able to hold out for three minutes.

After an unknown amount of time, Flamel stopped and said, "That's all for today. Take it step by step, Loren."

Loren was actually a little unwilling. He held his breath, thinking that sooner or later he would cast ten consecutive repelling spells at the old guy.

Touching his chest, he felt as if it had been trampled repeatedly by a wild horse. Loren breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, he was a conscious being, and the injury would not be reflected in reality. He would be a brave man again next time he came in.

"Understand the importance of rhythm in battle. Only by mastering the rhythm can you grasp victory."

Flamel was actually very satisfied that he could make such progress in his first attempt. Loren's combat awareness was excellent.

Most importantly, Loren has an unyielding will. Some people will become depressed after being beaten repeatedly, and their fighting style will tend to be defensive, but a true warrior cannot be defensive.

Chapter 45: Potions

Wednesday, October 10.

This is the day when first graders use telescopes to observe the sky and learn the names of different stars and the orbits of planets. It is said that many magics are related to the stars.

Loren noticed that today's moon was just past full, with a small, inconspicuous waning.

Last night was a full moon. Grandpa Bates must have tried the wolfsbane potion. I wonder how effective it was.

Loren looked at the bright light of Mars, thinking about Grandpa Bates, and planned to write a letter. Grandpa Bates could not take the initiative to contact Loren, and always had to wait until Loren wrote a letter before he could reply.

Hermione also noticed the moon today. She moved closer to Loren and patted his arm gently without saying anything.

Loren felt a surge of warmth in his heart, and he looked up and smiled at Hermione: "I've asked Hanhan to deliver the wolfsbane potion. Grandpa Bates shouldn't be too sad last night."

Last time in the bell tower, Loren talked about the wolfsbane potion.

Although Loren seemed to be fine, Hermione stayed with him and did not mention werewolves. She just talked about how beautiful the full moon was and the brightness of Mars...

On their way back to the common room, the group met Professor Quirrell.

The smell of fermented garlic grew stronger as time went on. Quirrell, who was at the other end of the corridor, and Loren and the others, who were at this end, could smell it.

The students slowed down their pace, planning to wait for Professor Quirrell to leave this floor before passing through the corridor.

The twins, George and Fred, followed Professor Quirrell furtively, eager to try their hand at his scarf, but until Quirrell went upstairs, the twins had no chance.

Loren and his friends have encountered such scenes many times, and everyone is looking forward to the twins embarrassing Quirrell.

The front row seats in the Defense Against the Dark Arts class are now completely empty.

Last time, Hannah Abbott from Hufflepuff was unlucky enough to arrive late and sit in the first row. After class, she couldn't walk and was sent to the school infirmary with a pale face.

Although Madam Pomfrey said it was caused by the wrong food she ate the day before, everyone thought that Professor Quirrell was the main reason.

Seamus agreed, "If I wasn't so strong, I would have ended up in the school infirmary last time."

Ron analyzed it and decided that as Professor Quirrell's smell became stronger, no one would be able to sit in the second row anymore.

"Just wait and see, one day Quirrell will send all the students to the school infirmary," said Ron.

From then on, everyone would go to the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom an hour early. The unlucky ones who didn't get a seat would either squeeze in the back row or pretend to be sick and go to the school infirmary.

Percy was hesitant about whether to report this to Professor McGonagall. He thought that as a student, he should not criticize the professor, so he finally chose not to do anything. The twins said that sooner or later they would get Percy to the first row so that he could get close to Quirrell.

Things just kept dragging on like this.

……

The twin brothers were very disappointed to see Quirrell escape their ambush. They said one by one:

"Soldier Fred, we've let this serious threat get away once again!"

"Yes, Sir George!"

Then they said in unison: "I have another great idea!"

Loren and the others became excited again after seeing the twins and walked away laughing.

Hermione noticed some details, "Did you notice that Professor Quirrell seems to be paler?"

Ron's eyebrows flew up with laughter, "It must be that a vampire found him and sucked his blood!"

Harry also smiled and added: "So he fermented more garlic in his scarf, hoping to use it to drive away vampires."

"Hahahahahaha!" The students around were all amused by this joke.

Seamus questioned: "But vampires in the magical world are not afraid of garlic."