The days at Hogwarts

He grinned and said, "So Professor Lupin, you are a hidden rich man."

Lupin came over, holding a cup of tea in his hand. "I'm not, but Professor McGonagall is. I asked for the purchase of teaching aids on Monday, and she transferred the money directly to me that evening. Otherwise..."

Lupin didn't finish the rest of his words. If it weren't for the trouble of purchasing so many dark magic creatures on the black market, this batch of goods would have arrived long ago.

What? Why buy it on the black market?

Otherwise, Boggart is a contraband and cannot be sold in regular stores.

"Boggarts are not strictly biological creatures. They cannot reproduce, and if something goes wrong they recover very slowly. Don't play with them. Don't break anything."

Loren grinned: "Don't worry, Professor, I'm not a dark wizard, I will definitely treat this little cutie well."

Lupin looked at his smile and suddenly became worried about the Boggart.

……

Back at the dining table in the auditorium, Loren saw the girl busy unpacking a roasted chicken leg. Her fluffy brown hair hung down to cover her face, but through the gap he could still see that the girl looked serious and focused.

The roasted chicken legs on the plate had been taken apart by the girl. The strips of chicken legs filled most of the plate, and the chicken bones were placed aside, still steaming.

Sitting down next to Hermione, Loren did not eat immediately. Instead, he leaned over and teased her: "Wow, you specially helped me to cut the meat. Hermione is too gentle!"

The girl's face began to turn red.

"But unfortunately, I just like the taste of gnawing on bones. Roasted chicken legs without gnawing on bones are soulless."

The blush that had just appeared gradually faded away, and Hermione was silent for a while, still not replying.

Loren still didn't give up. After thinking for a while, he continued, "Oh my, it's so meticulous. Could it be that someone particularly wants to kiss you?"

boom--

So someone got what he wanted and was punished. Most of the shredded chicken legs on the plate were confiscated, and he was also punished to shred the chicken legs for the girl.

Time flies and it is Friday night.

Because there were so many young wizards who signed up to learn the Patronus Charm, Professor McGonagall took the initiative to persuade Lupin to change the activity classroom into the auditorium.

After dinner, the auditorium was decorated, the long dining table disappeared, and a small square platform appeared in front of the guest of honor seats. The gold-plated surface reflected the light of hundreds of candles, which looked dazzling.

The ceiling turned black like velvet again, and the room was filled with little wizards, each holding their own wand and looking excited.

"Professor McGonagall, can't that stage really be adjusted a bit?"

At the edge of the stage, Lupin looked at the glittering, golden square podium in front of him with a helpless expression. This was the result of his hard work.

Hearing this, several professors who were watching couldn't help but smile.

"I've said it many times. Just call me Minerva, Remus. We are colleagues now." Professor McGonagall's lips slightly raised, she was in a good mood, "We need to let all the little wizards see clearly. How can we teach without a stage?"

"Remus, just accept it." Professor Flitwick said with a smile, "You know, the previous Defense Against the Dark Arts professor would only ask if the stage could be made bigger and more magnificent."

Lupin shook his head helplessly. He had been working for a month and had heard about the deeds of Professor Gilderoy Lockhart.

Below the stage, the young wizards gathered in their own small circles, chattering away.

Seamus walked in and out of the crowd, and he approached every college to say a few words. When he squeezed out of the crowd again, he saw Harry and Ron and approached them happily: "Everyone is guessing what Professor Lupin's patronus is. Harry, have you seen it?"

Professor Lupin's patronus?

Harry frowned, recalling the time when Professor Lupin demonstrated to him. The professor always summoned an intangible Patronus light, and only revealed the Patronus entity during the first class.

Maybe there are some restrictions.

Harry shook his head, shaking off the messy thoughts. "It's a wolf."

"Wolf! This is so cool!" Simo got another piece of exclusive information. He started moving again after stopping just now, and squeezed into the circles of people who were discussing the loudest.

"It can't be the last one, the last one..." Ron waved his wand and muttered while practicing the casting movements of the Patronus Charm.

Not paying attention to Ron's behavior, Harry saw the girl in the small wizarding circle of Ravenclaw.

She is so beautiful, so mysterious, so elegant...

Loren is studying potions with Snape, and Hermione is discussing ancient runes with Professor Babel. These two are away... If I can summon a Patronus first, she will definitely notice me...

Thinking of this, a silly smile appeared on Harry's face.

……

On the first basement floor, the Slytherin Headmaster's office.

Severus Snape was checking the income and expenditure of potion business in Africa last month.

Most of the materials were purchased from the African continent, and the finished products were sold to most parts of the world. As Hogwarts' business expanded, Minerva also learned bad habits from Dumbledore and delegated her job as vice-headmaster to other deans.

Poor Filius and Pomona were unaware of her sinister intentions and sided with Minerva.

He, the dignified Head of Slytherin, had to reconcile accounts here!

At seven o'clock in the evening, Snape heard a knock on the door. He knew who it was without asking, and he said, "Come in."

Loren pushed the door open, sat down at the table familiarly, and poured himself a cup of tea: "Professor, I'm here to get the ingredients for this month's wolfsbane potion. I also have some questions I want to ask about the dosage of last month's formula."

Snape looked up at Loren, frowned, and put the account book aside: "Tell me what you think first."

"Okay, professor." Loren took out his notebook and said, "I recorded these characteristics by observing the state of Professor Lupin the werewolf..."

"Around six in the morning, he regained his human form and is in good condition." Loren glanced at Snape, "So my conclusion is that the Rafflesia flower is very effective. We can try to reduce the dosage to reduce the discomfort when taking the medicine."

Snape seemed noncommittal. His index finger tapped lightly on the desk. After a few minutes, he slowly spoke: "Let's put aside the effects of the Rafflesia for now. According to the plan, we should start the experiment with the Leopard Flower this month, right?"

"Yes."

Loren prayed silently for Professor Lupin in his heart.

"The smell and efficacy of leopard skin flower are inferior to that of Rafflesia, so this month I prepared a more concentrated leopard skin flower." Snape took out a small box from the drawer and handed it over. "Just like last time, prepare the potion and observe and record."

Loren took it obediently, left the office obediently, and closed the door obediently.

Watching the little wizard's back disappear behind the door, Snape's fingers were still tapping on the desk, responding to the footsteps gradually fading away in the corridor.

A faint smile appeared on Snape's lips, and the memory of his conversation with Dumbledore on the last full moon night came to his mind again.

A good effect does not mean reducing the dose, it may also mean increasing the dose.

Continue to enhance the efficacy of the drug and reduce the frequency of medication.

After all, being an undercover agent requires reducing contact with the outside world, and there will be no fresh potions every month.

……

Book of Fantasy, inside the virtual potion room.

Flamel looked at the cauldron with interest.

The copper crucible was boiling slightly over a low fire, and the sticky potion with a strange purple tint and green hues bubbling out fine bubbles, emitting an indescribable strange smell.

Loren, whose whole body was covered under the bubble head curse, carefully pulled out a bottle cork and poured the concentrated extract of the giant leopard flower into the crucible. A visible yellow-green steam rose up and filled the entire potion room.

Flamel was caught off guard and took a breath. His virtual body turned pale instantly, and disappeared after flashing a few times.

A few seconds later, Flamel reappeared with an ugly look on his face, and couldn't help asking: "Is this really not poison?"

Loren closed the crucible lid, looking helpless: "Because Professor Lupin and Professor Snape had a quarrel last time, the concentration of the extract Professor Snape gave me this time is even more amazing.

"That's why I need to experiment repeatedly in the fantasy book and adjust the proportions of other materials, leaving me with no time to experiment with Dementors and black magic.

"I wish Professor Lupin good luck. Merlin, please help me make the potion before the end of the month, or he will have to drink the potion brewed by Professor Snape."

His improved version of wolfsbane potion last month was enough to send Professor Lupin to the school hospital. If it was Professor Snape...

Loren imagined the scene and felt a chill in the fantasy book and shivered.

Professor Lupin, Danger!

Chapter 321 Li Huo

The Gryffindor common room was empty. Almost all the young wizards had gone to attend the Defense Against the Dark Arts class, where they were taught the Patronus Charm. The huge common room was occupied by one person alone.

There was a recliner in the best position in front of the fireplace. The little wizard lying on it was sleeping peacefully, his fine black curls were a little messy, and his long eyelashes trembled from time to time. Although his face had not fully grown yet, one could already glimpse his elegant and handsome temperament.

In his hand he held a strange, large silver-white book. On the cover was a strange little picture of a mysterious wizard with gray hair and a mysterious silver-white light in his eyes.

If someone looks at him at this moment, the mysterious wizard might wink at the person and pull him into a world full of strange magic...

Or maybe a smelly potions room?

The flame in the fireplace was burning vigorously, and occasionally the firewood would crackle and explode, and the flames would expand at this time, creating a warm heat wave.

The warm heat wave hit his face, and the little wizard couldn't help but smile with enjoyment. The silver light on the mysterious book dissipated, and Loren slowly opened his eyes.

"Liriodendron resin... Full Moon Dew..."

He recalled the ratio he had just worked out in the book of fantasy, confirmed the dosage of several key ingredients, and breathed a sigh of relief.

He could freely adjust the materials and environment in the Book of Fantasy, and combined with the experience gained from the Rafflesia last month, the time to determine the dosage was greatly shortened.

Now, all we have to do is wait until the middle of the month to start brewing the Leopard Flower version of the Wolfsbane potion.

Professor Lupin is no longer in danger.

"It went beyond my expectation... May Merlin bless you."

Feeling the heat from the fire, Loren smiled. He looked at the wall clock. It was still a quarter to nine, so there should be some time before the Patronus Charm course ended.

Staring at the fireplace, the red flames were like hydrangeas blown by the wind, gorgeous and bright... The lounge was quiet.

"Hermione hasn't come back yet..."

Loren's thoughts were racing as he once again pondered the topics of black magic and soul magic.

What is the nature of black magic and how does it work on the soul?

Do those magics have an effect on the soul once practiced, or do they only work when used on people...

What is the difference between the Unforgivable Curses and those evil magics that are in a gray area?

Loren took out his wand and held it in front of his eyes for careful observation. Applewood is a gray-brown wood. During the process of being made into a wand, it is oiled and dried in the shade, making it appear even darker. It is not as white as the oak wand.

Under the bright firelight, every texture is very clear, revealing a uniform beauty.

He still remembered Mr. Ollivander's evaluation of this wand: the apple wood is suitable for dueling, and the phoenix tail feathers will release extraordinary potential.

The wand core made of phoenix tail feathers does not have a bias problem, but unicorn hair does. The unicorn is a symbol of purity, and it is difficult for wizards to use dark magic with a wand made of unicorn tail hair.

Ron, Malfoy, Neville, Cedric, Lupin...even Quirrell, the few people he knew who used unicorn hair wand cores did not seem to have this characteristic.

So what exactly is black magic?

"The Shadowless Spell is dark magic, the Shattering Spell, right?" Loren murmured.

crackling——

The firewood in the fireplace crackled, and the flames jumped up and down. The flames licked the red bricks outside the fireplace, adding a trace of black smoke.

Loren's eyes lit up, and he thought of a black magic that was very suitable for exploring the mystery.

As his fingers lightly touched the fantasy book, a silver-white light flashed in the eyes of Loren and the portrait on the small picture at the same time, and he fell asleep again.

Flamel in the library looked at the little wizard who suddenly appeared in front of him, wrinkled his nose subconsciously, and asked with disdain: "Haven't you finished brewing the potion? Why did you come back?"

Loren looked at him with bright eyes: "Professor, I want to learn the Fiery Curse."

"The Fierce Fire Curse?" Flamel subconsciously wanted to refuse, but suddenly he remembered something and fell into deep thought.

As Loren's personal professor, Flamel has started to take it easy ever since he realized that Loren will live a long life and there will be plenty of time in the future - teaching normally, progressing at a normal pace, not rushing or pushing his child, and indulging himself in Muggle art.

Loren, a talented, smart and good student, has always made Flamel happy, but some recent changes have given him a headache.

At first I thought it was just a simple soul stone, but who would have thought that this child would accidentally discover the magic hidden in the soul and be determined to explore the soul.

He didn't even think about it, is this something a third-grade student can figure out?

He even became fascinated with exploring the mysteries of black magic.

If he doesn't teach him, Flamel is worried that he will rely on his outstanding talent to learn by himself in the outside world. The most troublesome thing is that according to Loren's ability, he may really summon the Fiendfyre.

It's just hard to say whether I can control it...

Thinking of the fact that the Fiendfyre burns everything and is difficult to extinguish, Flamel was a little worried that Albus would wake up one morning and suddenly find that the Hogwarts Castle, which had been passed down by teachers and students for thousands of years, had been burned down.

By this calculation, the virtual world of the Book of Fantasy is indeed very suitable for practicing the Fiery Curse...

Besides, unlike the Unforgivable Curses, Fiendfyre is not that evil.