The days at Hogwarts

Flamel was silent for a moment, then waved his sleeves to change the scene to the duel classroom, and nodded slightly to Loren: "Let me first tell you the theoretical knowledge of the Fiery Curse."

So easy to talk to?

Loren was a little surprised, he thought he was going to have to argue with Flamel.

"Fiendfire, this word means the devil's fire from hell." Flamel explained solemnly, "It is a branch of the summoning spell under Transfiguration. Its invention and origin are no longer traceable, but its power is deeply rooted in people's hearts."

"Wait a minute." Loren interrupted, "The Fiery Curse is actually a Transfiguration?"

"Who wouldn't be surprised by this..." Flamel spread his hands, "In terms of type, the Fiery Spell does belong to the summoning category under Transfiguration, which also means that the difficulty of casting the Fiery Spell is very low, even a young wizard who has not graduated can cast it.

"But! Even Durmstrang School of Magic, which is world-renowned for its tolerance of dark magic, dare not easily teach this spell to students." Flamel looked at Loren seriously.

"As the old wizards say, it's easy to start a fire, but hard to put it out."

A gray-white magic wand suddenly appeared in Flamel's hand. He held the magic wand in his right hand and pointed it at the palm of his left hand. Flowing flames flowed out from the tip of the wand.

The incomparably bright red flame passed smoothly through the field of vision, leaving a blue-black shadow on its path, which was the stress response of the eyes after being exposed to the strong light.

The blue-black shadow was quickly replaced by the flames that followed, continuously.

Before the flames began to spread, a scorching heat wave had already distorted the space, and even Loren, who was some distance away, could feel it.

Flamel quickly cut off the wand flame with his superb control, raised the burning flame in his palm, and breathed at the fireball.

The flames suddenly rose up and turned into a huge Hexagonal black dragon, with its wings covered with skulls and the membranes beneath the wing skeletons were rolling flames. The fire dragon opened its mouth and squeezed the air with its intangible flame throat, causing the distorted space to let out a shrill roar, and a continuous column of fire spewed out of its ferocious mouth.

Flamel stood aside, his virtual body looming: "After a successful summoning, the caster's wand will continuously flow out a continuous and increasingly powerful magic fire. As the wand is waved, these flames can mimic the appearance of some monsters, and constantly chase and kill almost all burnable objects regardless of friend or foe...

"Only when all the burnable things are consumed and no sawdust or ash is left, will the flame go out by itself. Throughout history, countless wizards have been wiped out because of Fiendfyre. Therefore, even though Fiendfyre can be forcibly extinguished through counterspells and universal counterspells, everyone is still very taboo about it."

Flamel flew to Loren's side and said in a deep voice: "Unless you are absolutely sure, don't summon the Fiendfyre in the real world."

In the closed duel classroom, the surging flames were like a boiling sea, and the surging red waves were rushing and washing away with unstoppable power...

There was still some time before lights out, and the torches in the corridor outside Gryffindor Tower illuminated most of the way. After thanking the Fat Lady, Hermione crawled through the portrait hole and walked into the common room.

The fire in the fireplace was burning brightly. Hermione spotted the figure on the recliner at a glance and walked over in small steps. The person was breathing evenly, with a slightly wrinkled brow, and seemed to be sleeping uneasily.

I don't know why, but I always think he looks better when he's asleep.

Hermione smiled softly and reached out to smooth his frown.

The moment the white and tender fingers touched his brow, Loren opened his eyes, and Hermione saw a fiery light in his pupils.

"You're back..." Loren pushed her hand away, looked at Hermione who seemed to be in a daze, and waved his hand in front of her, "What's wrong with you?"

"Yeah, I'm back." Hermione agreed, looked into his eyes puzzledly, and then turned to look at the fireplace behind her.

Is it the flames in the fireplace?

It seems a little different.

"What topic did you talk about with the professor this time? The survival of mankind or the development of wizards?"

Loren kneaded the girl's fingers, which were white, tender and soft to the touch, especially the soft flesh between the knuckles, the skin was firm and elastic, but the flesh was soft and felt good.

Feeling this man's little movements, Hermione was speechless, wondering when did he become so unscrupulous?

Hermione pulled her hand away and slapped him on the forehead unhappily. "Professor Babel asked me to come. I have learned the basic numbers of ancient runes, so she wanted to expand my knowledge for me."

"Just talk, why hit me..." Loren rubbed his forehead and muttered, "I'm not happy to give you a massage."

Loren raised his hand in front of her and said generously, "Then you can give me a massage."

Just when Hermione was about to give him a hard massage, the portrait hole opened and the young wizards walked into the common room one after another, talking excitedly about the patronuses of the professors they had met tonight.

"I declare that Professor Lupin's Patronus is the coolest!"

"Professor Flitwick is!"

"That's right. Even though he didn't reveal his physical patronus, his patronus' light illuminated the entire auditorium!"

"But Professor McGonagall can summon three Patronuses at the same time!"

"Isn't that an application of Transfiguration?"

"..."

Among the excited little wizards, Ron and Neville helped the weak Harry to the fireplace and put him on a recliner.

"What's wrong with Harry?" Loren asked.

Hermione looked over curiously.

Harry's expression was numb, his eyes were unfocused and seemed to have lost their luster.

Ron lay in a chair, catching his breath, and waved for Neville to speak.

Neville paused and said, "Professor Lupin asked Harry to show him how to deal with a Boggart-turned-Dementor. Harry didn't keep his distance and got too close, and then..."

He didn't finish, but Loren and Hermione both knew Harry's double-weak Dementor characteristics and roughly guessed what would happen next.

"In front of everyone in the hall..." Harry wailed and raised his hands to cover his face. When he thought of the scene at that time, Harry really wanted to dig a tunnel in the ground leading directly to the Black Lake and sink himself to the bottom of the lake.

"Even though I can already summon some Guardian Light..."

"I just wanted to get closer to show the power of the Patronus Charm..."

As Harry spoke, his voice got lower and lower and he sounded like he was about to cry.

He just wanted to show off in front of Qiu Zhang.

Just as he was complaining, Ginny appeared from nowhere, holding a box of chocolate frogs in her hand. She said with a red face, "Harry, I still have some chocolates here, please have some."

Harry spread his fingers apart and seemed to see the red-haired girl glowing faintly: "Thank you, Ginny."

Ginny handed over the chocolate frog, feeling a little helpless. She kneaded the corner of her clothes and her mind raced as she tried to find a topic: "Harry, is the Patronus Charm difficult? Professor Lupin said that it is not recommended for lower grades to try it."

"Okay, I think you can try..."

"Ask me, ask me!" Ron approached with great excitement, "Professor Lupin said I learn faster than Harry!"

Harry nodded somewhat disappointedly, "Yeah, the Dementors have much less effect on Ron."

Who wants to ask you?

Ginny rolled her eyes in disgust and continued to pester Harry for some spellcasting tips...

Looking at the three people playing and laughing, Hermione nodded thoughtfully, then turned her head to Loren's ear and whispered, "Do you feel——"

"Shh!" Loren interrupted her by raising his index finger, smiling meaningfully and shaking his head.

Then Hermione also smiled knowingly.

……

Late at night, in the girls' dormitory.

Hermione sat on the four-poster bed with her eyes tightly closed, her eyeballs moving rapidly under her eyelids. She had a vague dream about a strange space.

It was a huge library. There was no light on the dome, but it was very bright. The continuous bookshelves were arranged neatly and there seemed to be no end. The bookshelves were densely packed with all kinds of books.

There are spells, potions, transfiguration, herbology... there are even rare runes.

Going deeper into the bookshelf, there are natural sciences, humanities and social sciences, drama and music...

For the little witch, this was a 100% dream come true.

A smile appeared on Hermione's lips, she turned over and fell into a deeper dream.

Chapter 322 The Library in Dreams

early morning.

The distant chirping of birds outside the castle passed through the glass window of the dormitory and reached the ears of the sleeping little wizard. Only a faint lingering sound was left, like the soft breathing of a cat, gently waking him up from his sleep.

Hermione's eyelashes trembled slightly, and her clear eyes opened. She looked through the black curtains of the four-poster bed and looked at the sky outside the window. It was pale and looked very cold.

The girl frowned beautifully and shrank lazily into the quilt.

"!"

Hermione suddenly opened her eyes and was shocked to find that her actions were very similar to those of a lazy bug. Driven by an inexplicable motivation, Hermione mustered up the courage to get out of bed.

When dealing with the unruly hair in front of the mirror, the bright and tidy room was reflected in the mirror. The double space showed a sense of depth, and Hermione was in a trance for a moment.

She remembered the dreams she had had for two consecutive days, the bright library in the dreams, and the seemingly countless books in the library.

Hermione remembered picking up a book called "Examples of Translation and Revision of Ancient Runes", which was an introductory textbook on runes. The book seemed to be a bit old and was slightly different from the one she was using in class now, with some additional content.

Unlike her previous vague dreams, even after a day or two, she could still clearly recall the knowledge in the book:

The nine-headed Hydra is used to represent the number 9, but it is not just 9...because when one of Hydra's heads is cut off, two more heads will grow in its place, so the number 9 in runes often has endless meanings.

This paragraph is written in the lower right corner of the beige paper, and below that are the page numbers.

Hermione could clearly recall the handwriting on the page, and even though Professor Babel had not mentioned this knowledge in her course, she was still a little unsure.

Could it be that Loren had mentioned it casually before, but he didn't pay attention to it at the time; or maybe his subconscious mind linked Hydra's characteristics with the number 9.

Then these subconscious memories are presented through dreams. The memories in dreams are just like this. You know, this kind of thing often happens in the Muggle scientific community:

Mendeleev conceived the periodic table in his dream, and the chemist Kekulé dreamed of a long snake of carbon atoms, and after waking up he drew the structural formula of benzene...

The wooden comb stayed at the end of her hair. Hermione looked at herself in the mirror. The girl in the mirror had a puzzled look in her eyes, as if asking:

What was that dream?

Is that knowledge actually true?

……

On Monday, the busy week starts with elective courses.

This was especially true for Hermione.

Although she had more free time after dropping the Muggle Studies class and no longer had to rush to three different classrooms in an hour to attend three different classes, Monday still seemed busy.

In the auditorium, the young wizards finished their breakfast, left the table in twos and threes, and walked towards their respective classrooms.

"Hermione, did you stay up late again last night?" Loren looked around the girl's eyes and confirmed that there were no dark circles. "No, why do you look absent-minded?"

Hermione came back to her senses, looked up at him, and paused: "I'm going to go to the ancient runes class first, and I'll talk about it in the divination class."

After saying that, the girl trotted away with her schoolbag, and her pretty figure disappeared around the corner of the corridor.

"Let's go, we're going to the North Tower for Divination class." Another Hermione suddenly jumped out from behind and pulled his arm towards the tower.

"?"

Loren had a big doubt on his head.

……

Hermione walked into the classroom holding the ancient runes textbook, and Professor Babel was already there.

This beautiful female professor also changed into autumn clothes, but even a thick professorial robe can show her elegance on her. Different from Professor McGonagall's solemn and elegant appearance, Professor Babel wears the women's magic robe with a bit of charm.

Like a bright and colorful landscape in late autumn, the moment Hermione saw her, she was reminded of Madam Rosmerta of the Three Broomsticks of Hogsmeade. The two were different, yet somewhat similar.

Professor Babel seemed to have noticed her, looked up and gave her a bright smile: "It's Hermione, good morning."

Hermione nodded back, "Good morning, Professor."

Professor Babel's smile became even brighter: "Little Hermione, how about helping me collect the students' papers?"

Hermione stood there, expressionless, lost in deep thought -

When did I become Professor Babel's assistant?

Reporting on teaching situation, giving feedback on teaching progress, collecting homework...last weekend, this professor even asked me to help correct homework!

Hermione was silent for a moment, but finally accepted the job.

Students entered the classroom one by one and handed their papers to Hermione spontaneously. Eventually, they formed a thick stack and piled up next to the podium, forming a temporary bookshelf for Professor Babel to place books during her lectures:

"We have already finished talking about the ancient runic numbers last month. While explaining the numbers, we also learned about many magical animals, as well as the symbolic meanings of these animals in runes, and some extended cultures. However, don't think that you have mastered the numbers..."

"Runes are a profound and obscure language. They are mixed with the tones of Latin and the hidden meanings of hieroglyphics... Just like the number 9, it is not only a real number, but also an imaginary number with endless meanings. This is related to the characteristics of the nine-headed Hydra."

The quill pen stopped scratching on the notebook, and Hermione looked up suddenly, looking at the professor who was still lecturing on the podium. For the first time, she felt the urge to take a nap in class.

Professor Barbling continued, "You will gradually learn this knowledge in your future studies. It is too early for you to learn it now."

"..."