The days at Hogwarts

However, the final decision rested with Cedric. Without much hesitation, he went to Professor Sprout and Professor McGonagall to apply for a rematch next week.

……

After dinner, Loren and Hermione went to the school doctor's office to visit the injured Harry.

After saying hello to Madam Pomfrey, when the two entered the ward, Ron and Ginny were already guarding the room.

With Dumbledore present, Harry was uninjured and had woken up. He was half-lying on the bedside talking to Ron.

Ginny sat on the bedside, quietly peeling the apple in her hand. She seemed to want to peel the apple into long strips, but every time Harry looked over, her hand holding the knife trembled slightly. , the apple skin is cut off like this.

Ron held a licorice magic wand in his mouth, and without caring about the patient's mood, he shouted carelessly: "Harry, you must not become a professional Quidditch player after graduation."

"Why?" Harry was stunned, "I have really considered becoming a professional player, and Captain Wood said I am very suitable."

Ron explained seriously: "Your talent is suitable, but your luck is not. Think about it, how many Quidditch games have you participated in since the first grade? Every time, there was an accident that almost killed you. .”

Ginny's hands trembled as she peeled the apple, and the skin broke again. She raised her head and looked at Harry with a horrified expression.

Quirrell's murder, Dobby's unique protection, Lockhart's treatment, and this time the dementors... Harry silently recalled the football games he had participated in, and felt a little embarrassed. He felt that Ron was talking a little bit. reason.

"Harry, don't listen to his nonsense. Captain Wood will be sad to lose you as a seeker."

Loren and Hermione opened the white curtain and walked in slowly.

"Loren, Hermione, good evening!"

"good evening."

"good evening."

Ginny's eyes lit up, and she pulled Hermione to sit next to her. She peeled an apple and chatted quietly, leaving space for a few boys.

Loren sat down next to him: "Don't worry, Harry, Cedric has applied for a rematch next week."

Harry looked happy. If Wood's wish for the final year was shattered because of him, he really didn't know how to face the old captain of the team.

Harry exclaimed excitedly: "Cedric is such a good man!"

"I hope that in the rematch, those dementors will become good dementors with kind hearts and chivalrous demeanor." Ron snapped the licorice wand with a click.

"Dementors!" Harry gritted his teeth angrily, "This is the third time! I really want to teach them a lesson and break their nose bones with my fists!"

But remembering that every time he got close to a Dementor, he would fall into unconsciousness quickly. Harry was a little discouraged, with depression written all over his face.

"Aren't you taking extra classes with Professor Lupin every week? How are you doing with the Patronus Charm?" Loren asked.

"Don't mention it." Harry said dully, "I always can't get excited when facing the dementors that Boggarts turn into. Although I can release the brilliance of the Patronus,... you know, it's like dueling practice. It's different from a real duel.

"I mentioned to the professor about using real dementors to practice, but Professor Lupine said that it was too dangerous, and the dementors are employees of the Ministry of Magic and cannot be easily captured for training."

"Practical practice..." Loren nodded thoughtfully.

I wonder if the Boggart he controls can be used as a practical exercise.

……

The Room of Requirement simulates the Slytherin Head of House's office.

The crucible on the table was boiling slightly and bubbling. A rectangular box covered with black cloth stood next to it, shaking slightly from time to time.

Behind the desk, Loren lay down in a comfortable rocking chair, the fantasy book in his arms glowing with a faint silver light.

In the library of the Book of Fantasy, the crimson flames surged endlessly, burning more and more fiercely, and even turned a little black in color.

The transparent space was slightly distorted as the heat wave fluctuated. Even if some of the bookshelves were not affected by the flames, the books on the shelves were scorched to the point where they began to curl, turned black and carbonized, and were quickly reduced to ashes in the sea of ​​​​fire that spread over them.

The strong flames gathered together, and the ash snake that burned everything was gestated in the fire ball, with its long and thick body and the shape of its scales looming.

Seeing the flames continuously spurting out from the tip of the wand, Loren held his breath and concentrated on feeling the feedback from the wand, controlling the turbulent flow of flames to gradually become smaller and thinner...

Sigh——

The moment before the fierce fire output was completely turned off, the flames lost control again and returned to their original state of endless flow, with lush and rapid flames spurting from the tip of the wand.

Loren calmly threw the fire-breathing wand into the flames. The applewood wand quickly turned into ashes, and the source of the fire was lost.

When Loren turned his hand again, an identical wand appeared in his hand. As he waved, the invisible transformation spell fell on the surging sea of ​​fire. Under Loren's will, the flames transformed into tiny snakes.

"it works!"

Loren's face was filled with joy. Just when he was trying to control the snakes to swim in the direction he wanted, the transformation technique suddenly went out of control. The densely packed snakes spread out in all directions, rapidly expanding the area of ​​​​the flames.

The blazing wave of fire rushed toward his face, announcing that his practice of controlling the fire had failed again.

Loren was not surprised and began to use counter-spells and ending spells to try to extinguish the fire. After the two were in a stalemate for more than ten minutes, the library was completely reduced to a hell of flames.

Watching Loren restart the library, Flamel said in a resentful tone: "If you want to practice the Fire Spell, there are more scenes for you to burn in the duel room, so why do you have to burn down the library?"

Loren smiled and said, "It feels like burning the library will be more enjoyable."

Chapter 333 Loren: When I grow up, I will become you

The silver light suddenly became brighter, and then slowly dimmed. After finishing today's practice of the Fire Spell, Loren's consciousness withdrew from the book of fantasy.

Loren spent a few minutes checking the condition of the cauldron and adjusting the firepower. He pulled off the black cloth cover, moved the walnut box in front of him, and opened two buckles. The box that was shaking occasionally just now became quiet, as if a force was fastening the box from the inside.

After constructing the false memory with ease, Loren exhaled, adjusted his Occlumency, and began to channel the Boggart's strange magic power.

The lid of the box popped open with a click, a cold chill spread out from the box, and a pair of pale-skinned hands with corpse spots poked out of the box. Accompanied by wheezing gasps, the Dementor shrouded in black cloth slowly floated out, and the surrounding air became increasingly cold and biting.

Without waiting for it to react, the radiance of the patron saint that had been prepared in advance directly blinded the face. After confining the dementor, Loren stuffed a large group of false memories glowing with silver into it.

Wisps of smoke-like memory disappeared under the black hood. Loren felt that there was a vague connection between him and the dementors. He calmed down to feel this connection and immersed his mind in it. .

After about a few seconds, Loren's vision became blurry, and he was looking down at the top of his head at a strange angle.

The dementor's body was feedbacking the feeling of cold and hunger every moment, while the memory ball that had just been stuffed slowly and continuously exuded a warm and satisfying euphoria, like warm potato soup.

Although Boggart can transform into a Dementor, it cannot completely simulate the characteristics of a Dementor, and the speed of digesting memories is very slow.

According to the current progress, this sweet memory of extra potato food can probably sustain Loren's control of this body for nearly ten minutes.

Condensing the brilliance of the Patronus Spell, Loren controlled the Dementor's body to fly up.

This is a very wonderful feeling. Although the Dementor's body is full of coldness and sluggishness, and the joints are even a little stiff, it is extremely light, and flying is like instinct, without the need for any wings or other power.

Walking around the ceiling, Loren raised his dry and rotten hands in front of his eyes and turned them over to observe. The pale skin glowed with a frightening cold light in the candlelight.

He had a feeling that although physical attacks could touch this body, they would not be able to cause damage.

Like a corpse, but completely different from a corpse.

"Dementors...Boggarts...what kind of existence are they..." Loren murmured softly.

At this moment, the fixed-time bell suddenly rang, and unknowingly it was time to turn off the lights in the castle.

After packing up my things, I came out of the Room of Requirement. All the torches and candlesticks in the corridor had been extinguished. The wind and rain outside the castle were still roaring, and strange noises came from the shadows in the corridor from time to time. It was strange and terrifying.

The eerie old castle, the stormy night, and the screams of ghosts are the classic scenes of thrillers.

"It's the weekend anyway, so there are no classes tomorrow..." Loren paused, his eyes shining with interest, "And I also want to help Harry..."

A few minutes later, the parchment that had not yet dried on the ink was folded into the shape of a paper crane. After being put on a waterproof and moisture-proof spell by Loren, he flew toward the school doctor's office.

……

Late at night, Hogwarts infirmary.

Madam Pomfrey had turned off the lights two hours ago, and the school infirmary was shrouded in darkness. The air in the ward was filled with the unique smell of detergent and herbs. It was a very special smell that made people feel faintly reassured.

But Harry couldn't sleep. He lay on the hospital bed and stared at the ceiling, his eyes as wide as bells.

Damn Dementors!

Because of this accident, the Animagus ritual failed at the beginning!

The trip to Hogsmeade wasn’t all fun either!

"I really should ask Madam Pomfrey for some sleep aid." Harry shook his head angrily, then simply turned over and sat up, touching the wand on the bedside and flicking out a few blue flames.

Climbing to the end of the bed in the warm, soft light of the fire, Harry began to count the gifts and condolences sent by his friends.

"Put away the candies from Neville..."

"The fruit Simo sent me will be eaten tomorrow..."

"Cookies from George and Fred?"

Harry paused, observed it carefully, kept the packaging box in his mind, and then put the biscuits into the storage scales, "Find an opportunity to send it back..."

""Today's Transfiguration"?"

Harry was stunned for a moment, then he remembered that this was what Hermione had left behind before she left, and she also said that she hoped that the knowledge of Animagus could help him get through the boring time in the ward.

Harry was silent for a moment, wondering when Hermione would realize that no one but her would read serious, informative books as a pastime.

Not even Loren.

"Next!"

Harry mumbled and took out a greeting card with a blessing letter from the gift pile. Before he had time to think about it, both hands had already opened the card.

A high-pitched voice like a house elf suddenly came from the letter. It screamed: "Harry Potter! Get well soon! Defeat the dementors! Win the Quidditch trophy!..."

Harry's pupils were trembling violently and his scalp was numb. He closed the envelope in a panic and threw it on the table in fear.

But the magic on the letter was activated, and the folded pages kept opening and closing, like a big mouth, singing loudly on the table.

"Harry Potter——"

Harry held the envelope tightly, looked around, and pressed the thickest and heaviest "Transfiguration Today" on the envelope, using the power of knowledge to prevent it from attracting Madam Pomfrey.

"It must be George and Fred's prank again, it's so disgusting!"

Just when Harry breathed a sigh of relief, a paper crane flew in from outside the curtain and landed precariously in front of him.

When I opened the paper crane, there was only one concise sentence on it: Come to that room in the corridor on the fourth floor quickly!

The ink has not yet dried, and it looks like it was written not long ago. The handwriting on it is very unfamiliar, and it is not someone he is familiar with...

Who wrote this letter, and what was their intention to kill him?

Harry's eyes shimmered as he thought about the possibilities without saying a word.

The corridor on the fourth floor is the room where the three-headed dog Luwei hid in the first grade. However, Luwei has been sent away by Hagrid. That room has been abandoned for a long time... Voldemort is far abroad, Peter Pettigrew has surrendered, and the others have died. The disciples were blocked outside the school by dementors, and no one could sneak in.

Not from Voldemort.

Who would that be?

In the dark ward late at night, Harry's eyes were brighter than the floating blue flames. Thinking of the prank items just now, he felt that he had vaguely guessed the truth.

George and Fred?

possible!

Loren?

possible!

Malfoy's bunch of mean Slytherins?

Also a possibility!

Harry thought about it with his smart but insomniac mind, and was surprised to find that there were so many people in the school who wanted to do harm to him. Although it was not a murder that endangered his personal safety, the idea of ​​trying to play a prank on him and make him look embarrassed was equally bad.

After thinking for a while, Harry took out the invisibility cloak in the storage scales and decided to take the initiative.

……

On the other side, after releasing the paper cranes, Loren walked briskly to the room on the fourth floor.

"[Alajo Cave Opens]"

Loren pushed the door gently, but the wooden door was too old, and the rusty metal hinges made a creaking sound that could be heard far away in the silent corridor.

There was a lingering body odor belonging to Lu Wei hidden in the room.

Loren took out his wand, and the tip of the wand emitted a soft milky white light, illuminating the not-so-spacious room.

There were cobwebs in the corners, and dust was stuck to the cobwebs. It was probably because Dumbledore had forgotten to lift the ban on entry. No house elf had come in to clean the room in the past two years.

The trap door on the ground was open, and Loren aimed his wand at the hole below and sprayed several balls of light, making it pitch black.

It seemed that the devil's ivy had come to life again. The vines were entangled together and tightly covered the entrance of the cave.