The days at Hogwarts

"..."

Neville nodded and shook his head again, looking unsure.

The patient professor didn't care and began to whisper some precautions during the transformation process, including body shape, wildness and reason...

Professor McGonagall sniffed the water vapor in the air and suddenly warned: "Attention, a storm is coming."

Neville pricked up his ears, waiting for the coming thunder, staring closely at the marked point where the secret medicine was buried, and mentally imagined his next move.

The light flashed away, briefly illuminating the world shrouded in darkness, and a roar resounded through the sky.

Neville quickly dug out a bottle of blood-red potion from under the tree root. He held the wand in his right hand and put it against his heart. Feeling the roaring heartbeat like a drum, Neville took a deep breath and said: "Amado, Animo, Animado, Animagus."

Neville heard another sound appear in his restless heartbeat, a heavy drum-like heartbeat mixed with small drum beats, beating non-stop.

Starting from the heart, a tearing pain gradually spread throughout the body. One second, every inch of skin was swelling and cracking. The next second, the cracked skin became tight again and kept shrinking, as if it was crushing the muscles and bones under the skin.

Neville felt a force squeezing his bones, as if they were being crushed into clay and then molded into another shape.

Dark brown hair grows from the cracks in the skin. The hair is divided from the top of the head. The front and back are divided into two colors. The front is dark brown and the back is gray and white. It is impossible to tell what kind of animal it is... Teeth It has become slender, but its stature is slowly shrinking.

Big raindrops fell, hitting the leaves of the shrubs and grass, making a snapping sound.

Professor McGonagall observed Neville silently, without saying a word, and there was no joy in his eyes. His magic robe remained unchanged, which meant that the transformation was a failure.

Sure enough, just as Neville endured the pain and observed the changes in his body with joy, the transformation suddenly stopped, his hair shrank back inch by inch, and his fangs gradually returned to their original shape...

A few minutes later, Neville, who was soaked by the rain, collapsed in the muddy water. His robe was wet and clinging to his skin. The cold raindrops relieved the burning pain on the surface of his skin, and every bone exuded an aching feeling. It felt like his body's instinct wanted to sleep right here, not even wanting to move a finger.

But Neville still struggled to get up, making sporadic splashes in the muddy water.

Professor McGonagall knelt down, touched his forehead with a thin but warm hand, and said softly: "Neville, you have done a good job."

Neville forced a smile, his consciousness gradually blurring.

……

In the Gryffindor boys' dormitory, the weak candlelight was still on.

There was a recently opened candy gift bag on the table. The brightly colored wrapping paper was torn to pieces and it was a mess.

In the library of the Book of Fantasy, Loren, with flames spurting from the tip of his wand, swung his arms, trying to stop the endless fire in this way, but it was of no use and instead fueled the fire.

The raging flames sprayed on the bookshelf and spread to the entire bookshelf in an instant, bursting out with blazing light and heat. The huge flame ball surged. A bucket-thick ash snake emerged from the fire ball and crawled along the bookshelf next to it... …

This scene happened repeatedly, and soon the whole library was enveloped in fierce fire. The dense fire-ash snakes and pythons gathered together, entangled and twisted, and merged into a hydra breathing fire, roaring and screaming, heading straight towards Loren rushed over.

Loren trembled with fear, and threw the wand into the fire. With a wave of his hand, the sea of ​​​​fire with huge waves of flames disappeared, and the library returned to its original state.

Flamel's eyes twitched at the side, and he said quietly: "If this were in Hogwarts Castle, you would have burned all the teachers and students in the school to death."

Loren laughed twice and scratched his head: "Why do I feel like I am getting better and better at setting fires, but there is still no progress at all in extinguishing and controlling the flames?"

"Because the magic of Lihuo itself cannot be controlled or extinguished." Flamel said unhurriedly, "Your talent can only make the power of Lihuo stronger. To prevent the spread of Lihuo, you can only Stop the magic and use a counter-spell or a finishing spell."

"You sound experienced," Loren said.

Flamel's expression froze, he turned around, waved his hand and disappeared, as if he was too lazy to pay attention to him.

"Can't control..."

Loren thought about the ash snake giant, the flame hydra, and the earth-shaking waves of flames he had just seen, with fire rising in his eyes.

In the dormitory, Harry, Ron and Seamus were lying on the bed with their backs to the head of the bed, covered with soft and warm quilts. They were eating snacks and looked at the door from time to time.

Seeing that the room was too quiet, Seamus asked in a low voice: "Do you think Neville can succeed?"

"Don't you want to learn from Animagus? Why do you care about this?"

Ron, who was playing chess on the quilt, ate another of his chess pieces and threw a strange-flavored bean into his mouth. Then his face twisted and he rolled on the bed in soreness. He rolled under the bed.

His nose and eyebrows were sore and crooked, but no one paid him any attention.

"I still want to learn, but it's too troublesome..." Seamus muttered softly, "and I care about Neville."

"It's really troublesome." Harry sipped the mandrake blade in his mouth and sighed, "I will damage the blade during tomorrow's game. There is a high chance of this happening."

Loren, who had been resting with his eyes closed, suddenly raised his head and whispered a reminder: "I'm back."

As soon as he finished speaking, the bedroom door was pushed open, and a soaked Neville dragged his exhausted body in with a chill.

Seeing his appearance, Loren and others guessed the result.

The words of congratulations that had been prepared for a long time could not be uttered, and the comforting words lingered on the lips, and they were worried that they would irritate Neville, who had just experienced a failure, and the dormitory fell into silence for a while.

"what--"

Loren stretched his body carelessly and said in a lazy tone, "The teaching class is about to recruit new students. Neville, you have to be the forerunner to share your experience."

After changing into his yukata, Neville subconsciously fantasized about that scene and shook his head nervously.

"Tsk." Loren shook his head, "You are the one closest to success among us. Even if Professor McGonagall doesn't let you go on stage, others will pester you and ask, Mr. Longbottom."

"I, I'm going to take a bath first." Neville said in a panic, and ran into the bathroom as if he was running away.

The three Harrys tilted their heads, a little confused, wondering how Loren did it. A few simple words made Neville come out of the depression of failure.

After taking advantage of the bath time to plan the words to share his experience, Neville walked out slowly.

However, his roommates did not ask about his Animagus experience. Instead, they smiled and waved to him: "Come and try the new strange-flavored beans. Ron likes them."

Ron's expression was twisted and disgusted, but he still nodded: "Yes, yes, you can also bring some to Hannah to eat when watching the game tomorrow. She happens to be from Hufflepuff, so it's best to give it to the team. People try it.”

"Poison before the game, right?"

"Ha ha ha ha……"

Amidst the laughter, Neville walked over to taste the candies with his roommates, even though he had already brushed his teeth.

Chapter 332 Harry: Dementors and I are at odds with each other

This was the heaviest rain of the year, and the howling wind only abated a little in the middle of the night.

In the early morning, the whistling wind blew in his ears. Loren felt a gust of cold wind blowing on the back of his neck. He sat up suddenly and looked to the side. It was Peeves, who loved to play pranks.

I don't know where it got into the bedroom, lying next to the pillow and blowing into Loren's ear.

After waking up Loren, Peeves chuckled and hung upside down from the shelf of the four-poster bed by his paws, shouting triumphantly: "Second! Second!"

Loren yawned, picked up the wand next to him and waved it towards Peeves. The window of the dormitory suddenly opened, and a strong air flow swirled. The whirlwind carried Peeves, and threw it away with a clanking sound. Out the window.

The noise outside the window suddenly became clear, including the roar of thunder, the sound of strong wind hitting the castle walls, and the sound of branches snapping in the distant Forbidden Forest.

As the cold air swept in, Ron, Seamus and Neville grumbled a few times and shrank deeper into the bed.

Loren saw that Harry's bed next door was empty, and thought of the second thing Peeves had just shouted: "It looks like Harry was the first one to be woken up."

He conveniently placed a confinement spell on the window to prevent Peeves from coming in and causing trouble again.

After Loren washed and changed his clothes, he went downstairs and saw Hermione already waiting on the sofa in the common room.

This scene has happened many times. Considering someone's tendency to sleep in, Hermione did not stipulate when he must get up to join. If she got up early and waited a little longer, occasionally Loren would get up earlier than Hermione. Wait here.

Hermione didn't spend much time taking care of her hair on the weekend. Her fluffy hair was tied up with a branch-style hairband, leaving a few strands hanging in front of her forehead, and the rest hanging behind her head. Against her smooth skin, she smiled brightly. Generous temperament.

Like a ray of sunshine in a rainy day, it makes people's eyes brighten.

"Good morning." Hermione put away the book in her hand and smoothed the hair hanging around her ears.

Loren's eyes softened and a smile appeared on his lips: "Good morning Hermione!"

"Did you write a letter?"

"..."

"I'm asking you, have you finished writing the letter to Mr. Bates?" Hermione repeated it word for word, her voice was soft and particularly pleasant, but she had no emotion and was a bit cold.

"Emmm..." Loren pondered for a moment and then explained, "I stayed up late last night waiting for Neville. Neville comforted him until late at night after he came back, so I forgot about it."

Hermione: "..."

She knew that she must tell Mr. Bates when she went back and let him teach this man a lesson.

Hermione sighed helplessly: "Write now. After breakfast, we will go to the Owlery and come back just in time for the Quidditch match to start."

Loren chuckled twice, took out a pen and paper, squatted down on the table and started writing a letter, stopping from time to time to think about the wording.

"How about taking a look at what you wrote and lending it to me for reference?"

"No!" the girl suddenly screamed, with unnatural embarrassment in her voice.

"If it doesn't work, it won't work. Why is it so bad..." Loren muttered, slowly turning his head and looking at Hermione thoughtfully.

There were still a few hours before the start of Quidditch, and there were no classes on the weekend, so the castle was empty in the early morning, with no one around in the nice weather that was suitable for sleeping.

After writing the letter and having breakfast, the two of them put on the enhanced waterproof head-bubble charm and walked to the owl loft under their umbrellas.

Loren held the umbrella, glanced at her storage pendant, and said tentatively: "Give me the letter. I have a thickened envelope here. I will definitely not let the letter get wet in the wind and rain."

Hermione was unmoved: "Hanhan will protect the letter."

She regretted a little and accidentally exposed the flaw. From the time she finished writing the letter to leaving the castle after breakfast, this person had various ideas to read her letter.

Hiss...it's not easy to lie.

Loren's eyes were rolling, thinking about how to find out the contents of some letters.

It wasn't that he had to read the letters written by Hermione. He had never thought of reading them when they wrote letters together in the past, but it was different this time. The more Hermione concealed it, the more curious he became.

Entering the owl hut, Loren, who was very thoughtful, took three steps and paused every five steps, caressing the owls on the shelf from left to right. He would stop to say a few words and praise the cute ones when he met them; When it comes to the little owl who has just joined, he will show off his style and give a few words of encouragement in a matter-of-fact way.

Just after he finished stroking a little owl, Loren walked back to Hermione from the nearby shelf and said nonchalantly: "The Quidditch match is about to start. Why don't you give me the letter and go back first. I'll chat with Hanhan. How about I go to the stadium stands to find you the next day?"

Hermione shook her head expressionlessly and refused, looking very patient and not impatient at all.

So Loren dragged Hermione along and slowly came to Hanhan...

Hermione watched patiently as one person and one bird acted out the drama of master-servant love.

Facing the crazy owner, Hanhan was a little confused, but no smart owl would refuse the massage and snacks delivered to his door.

While cooperating with its owner, it enjoys a good time and purrs from its throat in comfort.

After cleaning Hanhan's little paws for the third time, Loren had to give up the idea of ​​reading the letter and watched Hanhan fly out of the shed with Hermione and his letter.

When leaving the Owlhouse, the whistles and cheers of the Quidditch pitch came through the wind and rain. Loren pricked up his ears to listen, frowned and said, "It's all your fault that we missed the start of the game. .”

"..."

Hermione pursed her lips and was silent for a few seconds, took deep breaths several times, and finally couldn't hold back the anger and laughed: "Yes, if someone hadn't comforted dozens of owls and massaged Hanhan's body several times before setting off, It’s hard for us to miss the start of the game! Don’t you think so, Mr. Morgan?”

Listening to the girl's angry retort, Loren chuckled a few times indifferently: "It's okay, it's okay, I don't blame you, I can catch up now."

"..."

boom--

After giving him an elbow, Hermione suddenly felt relieved both physically and mentally.

The biting wind and rain became more and more noisy.

The brooms on the Quidditch field shuttled through the wind and rain, and water dropped from the players' faces. It was hard to tell whether it was sweat or rain. The students in the stands shouted, "Come on," their hoarse voices seemed to briefly shake the wind and rain away. .

The narration was by the old host, Lee Jordan, who occasionally interspersed it with Professor McGonagall's instructions...which were a bit loud.

The two walked under the stands. Loren put away his umbrella, raised his head and squinted his eyes to look up at the sky, and said to Hermione: "Don't you think those dark clouds are moving a little fast?"

"Dark clouds?" Hermione followed his gaze and exclaimed sharply, "That's a dementor!"

"Harry——"

There was a sudden burst of screams on the field, followed by the sound of Dumbledore chanting a spell.

An intense silver-white guardian light bloomed silently. The light was like a sharp sword, splitting the layers of rain curtains and piercing into the thick dark clouds, as if the sun was rising from the ground to the sky.

Harry's consciousness was blurred in mid-air, and a familiar chill enveloped his whole body. The cold rain seemed to pour into his chest, cutting into his internal organs.

Inexplicably, he remembered the night when Voldemort attacked his parents, and his mother's pleading and dying cries.

Damn it, it's the Dementors again!

Harry passed out, and gravity pulled his body toward the ground. The world was shrouded in light.

The old principal's Patronus Charm was shocking, and there was a craze for learning the Patronus Charm among the young wizards.

Gryffindor lost its Seeker, and Cedric caught the Snitch without much difficulty. The Hufflepuff wizards who won the game were very troubled. Their victory was not fair enough, and they did not have enough confidence to apply for a rematch - after all, before Harry fell, Gryffindor had a huge lead.