The days at Hogwarts

"Professor, what do you want to do?"

"This is a topic I plan to carry out in the Potions Club. You can continue with the previous experiments." Snape glanced at him with an indifferent expression.

"Okay." Loren replied obediently, praying for Professor Lupin again in his heart.

"..."

Snape handed him this month's information about the corpse-smelling Konjac, and by the way, he mentioned that invitations to the Potions Club would be sent out in the near future. This time, the requirements should be relaxed and more people would be admitted: "Both the first-year students and the second-year students are required." Recruiting, including those recruited from other grades, we will first find some rue and sap flowers for the new members to process, and then start brewing low-level potions in batches...Old members will participate in the project..."

Loren nodded and understood, cultivating the workforce in batches.

It seems that the school's business is doing very well and is still expanding.

……

On the way Loren returned to the dormitory, the wind blew very hard. The air flow passed through the corridors and stairs, whistling wildly in the castle, and the sharp whistling was endless.

Even if he did encounter a howling banshee around the corner, Loren wouldn't be surprised. The sound was too loud.

After saying good night to the fat lady, Loren entered the common room and found Hermione leaning against the fireplace. He leaned over with a smile, sat down next to her, and looked at her ancient runes homework. .

Hermione was holding a newly purchased quill pen and was translating a runic poem with neat handwriting.

"Good evening Hermione."

"..." Hermione's quill paused, leaving an ink dot on the parchment. After a moment of silence, Hermione responded, "Good evening."

"What are you doing?"

"Doing homework."

"What homework are you doing?"

"..."

"You don't want to pay attention to me. You are so indifferent, even more indifferent than the wind outside."

"..." Hermione pursed her lips helplessly, "Rune homework."

"What's the rune homework?"

Hermione put the quill into the inkpot and turned to look at Loren steadily: "Translate a short poem."

"Oh." Loren nodded.

After about a few seconds, Hermione was still looking at him. Loren blinked and asked innocently, "Do you have anything to ask me?"

Hermione took a deep breath, held the quill in her hand again, and prepared to continue her work.

As expected, Loren asked again: "What poems are you translating?"

"..."

Hermione gritted her teeth, not looking at him, trying to ignore this stumbling block to her studies, and tried her best to recall the poem in her mind.

"Winfried's motto?" Loren looked at her homework and pointed at her translation, "A lazy person is ruined by procrastination nine times, nine successful careers... here The number nine is a fictitious reference and should be translated as a lazy person every time...any successful undertaking."

Hermione's quill paused, started another line, and revised it according to Loren's translation.

"Yeah, it seems wrong. It does seem to be the number nine."

Hermione gritted her teeth, unable to hold back any longer, she put down her quill and glared at him angrily.

Loren blinked with an innocent expression: "Did I do something wrong?"

"What did you do wrong?" Hermione gasped angrily, "You are deliberately interfering with my homework!"

Loren tilted his head: "I thought I was helping you."

"..."

"That's what you were like in first grade, wasn't it?"

"..."

Hermione was defeated with words and angrily put down her harsh words, "If you talk again before I finish this assignment, I will die with you."

"Oh." Loren responded, sat down obediently and watched her do her homework quietly.

It didn't take long for him to feel bored, so he quietly slipped into a corner and joined in the fun of Quidditch with other little wizards.

The little wizards gathered in a circle, the inner group were Quidditch players, and the outer circle were the self-proclaimed future Quidditch players.

Ron asked Loren to sit down next to him.

"Despicable Slytherin, they temporarily proposed to change the opponent!" Wood cursed fiercely, "Just because it will definitely rain tomorrow, they have not done rainstorm training, so Flint shirks that some players have caught a cold, we have to Fight Hufflepuff!”

Fred asked in disbelief: "How could Hufflepuff agree?"

"Cedric took over as captain. He is a good man with grace, and Flint took advantage of this!" Wood said angrily through gritted teeth.

Angelina, Aaliyah and Katie suddenly giggled, Angelina said: "That tall handsome guy, right? He doesn't like to talk, he is very gentlemanly."

Fred laughed heartily: "He doesn't like to talk because his brain is too stupid, and the words can't be connected into sentences in his mind."

Lee Jordan in the back row answered: "You're right, but it would be nice if you could say that in front of him tomorrow."

A circle of little wizards laughed happily. Many people knew that Cedric was a top student in Hufflepuff and performed well in dueling classes... I couldn't tell how strong he was, but he was definitely better than Fred. .

Fred was not annoyed at all. He was laughing and saying harsh words, making the scene a scene.

"Quiet! We are discussing tactics!" Wood said loudly, his brows knitted together.

"Don't worry Oliver, you are too nervous. Cedric has just become captain and will definitely not be as good as you." George said.

Fred kept nodding: "And we have three broomsticks better than him, a Firebolt, and the invincible Harry!"

Harry smiled shyly, but nodded firmly to Wood, encouraging the graduating captain.

Wood looked at his teammates and recalled the scene when this team was first established. At that time, Harry had not yet entered school and Gryffindor was suppressed by Slytherin for several years...

It turns out that was two years ago, and no one in Gryffindor needs to be afraid now.

Wood was silent for a moment, and a smile appeared on his face again. He nodded firmly: "I know, we will definitely win."

"..."

They were discussing the recruitment of new recruits. It was said that it was supposed to be held on this Sunday, but seeing that a storm was coming and the weather was too bad, it would be postponed.

Loren turned around and saw that Hermione had finished her homework and was putting away paper and pens, and happily came over.

"It's the beginning of the month, should we write letters home?" Loren asked.

According to the frequency of one letter a month, it is indeed time to write home.

Hermione couldn't help but feel a little hot when she thought about the extra emotional consultation letter she had sent, and she gave a hesitant sigh.

"Send them back together or write them separately?"

Hermione thought for a while, worried that proposing to write them separately would attract his attention: "Send it back together, just tomorrow, and stop by the Owlery after the Quidditch game."

"But it looks like it's going to rain tomorrow..." Loren muttered, "I don't want to go watch Quidditch in the rain—"

At this moment, the noisy common room suddenly became quiet. Loren raised his head and saw Professor McGonagall walking in with a serious face.

Chapter 331 The storm is swaying and the flames are rising

The Gryffindor common room fell silent for a moment.

Seamus, who was playing cards, stared at the crackling exploding cards in his hand in horror. The little wizard beside him tacitly stayed away from him.

Percy hurriedly greeted him: "Professor McGonagall, it's so late, what can I do?"

"There is urgent news that needs to be notified to Wood, about tomorrow's Quidditch match..." Professor McGonagall had a serious expression, looking around the lounge, frowning slightly, "Please call Longbottom for me. I didn't see him."

"Okay, professor." Percy nodded and waved to Wood. While Wood was talking to Professor McGonagall, he quickly ran to the window and brought Neville, who was standing in a daze at the window, over.

Wood whispered a few words to Professor McGonagall, as if he had learned some bad news, and his face became a little ugly.

As Neville panicked and followed Professor McGonagall out of the common room, Seamus' exploding card exploded, breaking the brief silence.

Members of the Quidditch team gathered around: "What happened?"

"Yeah, Oliver, tell us."

Wood opened his mouth and spoke with some difficulty: "The school has restricted broomsticks for the Quidditch game. Firebolts can't be played?"

The broom was suddenly changed on the eve of the competition. Harry was stunned for a moment and suddenly became nervous. He asked: "In this case, what model is the school's limited broom?"

"Nimbus 2000."

The team members relaxed after hearing this and said with a smile: "It doesn't matter. Generally speaking, we don't suffer."

"And Hufflepuff will definitely not adapt to the new broomstick. Everyone is at the same starting point."

"..."

Watching the team chattering and discussing tactics, Hermione turned her head slightly after finishing her homework and looked at Loren: "What do you think Professor McGonagall wants to do with Neville?"

Loren glanced outside the window. It was dark. The wind whistled through the closed glass window and reached his ears, leaving only a small whistle-like sound of airflow.

He whispered: "For the coming thunder and lightning."

……

In the magical world, some pure-blood families are declining and dying. This is the consensus of many wizards.

I don’t know how many years ago, the three Peverell brothers, who defeated the God of Death, became famous in the magic world with the Deathly Hallows, and the Peverell surname was engraved in the legends that have been passed down through the ages.

Sadly, there may be traces of their bloodline, but the Peverell family is dead.

In the last century, the Gaunt family claims to be of Slytherin blood. Old Gaunt Marvolo was imprisoned for attacking Ministry of Magic officials, arrests and other crimes. His body was tortured by dementors. Not long after he came out of Azkaban Just die. His son Morfin Gaunt killed Muggles and died while serving his sentence in Azkaban...

Some well-informed old wizards heard that the Gaunt family had a daughter, but they hadn’t heard the news for many years and she was probably dead.

The Gaunt family died.

The most mentioned person in the Leaky Cauldron is Mr. Crouch, who is currently the head of the International Cooperation Department of the Ministry of Magic. His son was a Death Eater and died while serving his sentence in Azkaban. Mr. Crouch Sr. was a dedicated man. After his wife died of illness, he had no intention of remarrying.

"The Crouch family is probably going to die too..." the guests in the tavern said.

In addition, the Longbottom family is also highly discussed.

The once famous Auror couple were tortured crazy, and their child was a squib... Looking at the face of the old Mrs. Longbottom, Principal Dumbledore allowed the child to study at Hogwarts.

Many well-informed people believe that the Longbottom family is in decline, and that Longbottom may also die in the near future.

This view has recently been overturned.

The two heroic Aurors, the legendary Longbottom couple, recovered and were discharged from the hospital. In less than half a year, they captured more than a dozen wanted criminals and brought several Death Eaters who had escaped trial back to the Inquisition. Under the guidance of the dark wizard, In the group, his reputation is almost as good as Mad-Eye's - even though he has retired.

What’s even more surprising is that according to what the students at Hogwarts said during the summer vacation, the Longbottom child was not only not a squib, but was actually very good at dueling...

After graduation, he will probably become a ruthless character like his parents.

In the cold windy night, his robes were blown by the cold wind. Neville followed Professor McGonagall and walked slowly and arduously towards the edge of the Forbidden Forest, preparing to drink when the first thunder and lightning resounded across the sky. The secret potion begins the Animagus transformation ritual.

The wind was so strong that Neville was staggered by the blow, and it was a bit difficult to walk. Professor McGonagall waved her wand, and a light shimmering shield enveloped the two of them, blocking the howling cold wind. Outside the shield.

Professor McGonagall took Neville's hand and led him slowly towards the edge of the Forbidden Forest where the secret medicine was buried.

Minerva McGonagall, who is experienced and knowledgeable, is an Animagus herself. After sorting out last year's research and publishing many articles on human body transformation, she said that she is the most powerful Anima in the magical world today. It’s no exaggeration to say that Gus is one of the top experts.

Professor McGonagall knew that tonight's ceremony would most likely fail, but she was still willing to take her students to try, especially this child named Neville.

Holding mandrake leaves in your mouth, burying the secret medicine, chanting spells at your heart morning and night, waiting for the right weather... Animagus is really a very troublesome magic. In this era, the Ministry of Magic registered Animagus. There are only 7 people in Sri Lanka. Counting the scattered non-staff personnel, you can count them on two hands.

In short, this is a very difficult thing. Since the opening of the Animagus teaching class at Hogwarts, Granger, the first grader, Morgan, the other first grader, and the proud and pure Slytherin group have Blood, those smart people in Ravenclaw failed.

Only Neville had made it this far.

In the eyes of many people, Neville Longbottom is not a smart student, his magic talent is not top-notch, he is not good at Quidditch, he has no athletic talent, and he has a reserved and dull temperament... But in the eyes of several professors, Neville is a % good student. He is not greedy for power. He diligently does the things in front of him and tries his best to grasp what he can grasp.

In Professor McGonagall's opinion, although Neville always spoke in a low voice, stuttered a bit when he was nervous, and looked timid, he had shown real courage, the courage of Gryffindor.

When we arrived at the place where the secret medicine was buried, although it hadn't rained yet, the air was already filled with water vapor and so humid that Professor McGonagall had the urge to wash her face.

Professor McGonagall looked up at the clouds in the sky, secretly counting the time in her heart, and noticed that Neville next to her was trembling slightly. She waved her wand and sprayed out several bright blue flames, which floated around the two of them.

There was a warm feeling in the firelight. Neville wanted to tell the professor that he was not cold, but he was too nervous, but he could not say it.

"Neville, do you insist on reciting the incantation to your heart every day?" Professor McGonagall asked.

"Ah."

"Did you hear the second heartbeat?"