The days at Hogwarts

Loren was pacing in circles in the room, thinking about how to give Harry a sufficiently exciting surprise, and suddenly felt a little strange in his heart.

Why do you feel like this is what Dumbledore would do?

……

squeak-

The old loose-leaf sound sounded, and the door to the school doctor's office slowly opened, revealing a passage that could only accommodate one person. After a few seconds, the door slowly closed again.

During the process of opening and closing the door, no one could be seen. Even if the administrator, Mr. Filch, was patrolling by, he could not see any clues.

Harry hid behind the invisibility cloak, as if covered with a veil, and looked at the outside world through the invisibility cloak, which was slightly blurry.

Bursts of muffled thunder roared in the clouds high in the sky, strong winds hit the outer walls of the ancient castle, and in the drizzle, the muffled sound of branches breaking came from the direction of the Forbidden Forest.

In such a quiet and noisy late night, Harry walked alone in the long and empty corridor. Unknowingly, Harry slowed down his breathing and relaxed his steps when walking.

It was dark and silent. From the school doctor's office on the second floor to the fourth floor, you had to pass some places.

The lights were still on in Professor Lupine's office, and the sound of rushing water came from the girls' bathroom. It was probably because Myrtle hadn't rested yet, or the ghost didn't need to rest...

Harry's mind was in turmoil.

The corridor where Mrs. Norris was petrified has been restored to its original state, and the writing on the wall has been processed, leaving only a few indiscernible scratches——

Are there other traces on the castle walls that hide equally wonderful adventures, left behind by former professors and students?

"By the time we all graduate, no one will probably remember the story of the Basilisk and the Chamber of Secrets anymore..." Harry thought to himself, "That might be a good thing too."

A few minutes later, Harry arrived outside the corridor on the fourth floor. The old wooden door was half open and half closed.

Harry remembered this room. Not long after school started, he was tricked by Loren into taking a night out. Then he saw the three-headed dog Fluffy here. When he came here for the second time, he was caught by Principal Dumbledore... More on this later. Excited, bumped into Voldemort!

Harry took a deep breath, a little disappointed that the opening spell he had mastered was useless. With the creaking sound of the door opening, Harry, hiding under the invisibility cloak, pushed the door open and entered.

The room was pitch black and nothing could be seen.

Harry felt his breath hitting the invisibility cloak and then being bounced back, feeling some heat.

He was hesitant to light up the light. He was worried that someone would sneak up on him—whether it was George, Fred, or Loren, they were all people who could do such a thing.

boom--

The wooden door behind him suddenly closed with a heavy muffled sound.

A terrifyingly familiar chill spread across Harry's skin like cold tentacles, causing his hair to stand up and goosebumps to form.

At the same time he became aware that something was moving in the room.

Damn it, here we go again!

Harry cursed in his mind. He was knocked off his broomstick by a dementor during the day, and he encountered this ghost again at night!

The invisibility cloak was useless against dementors. Harry didn't have time to think too much. He immediately opened the invisibility cloak and waved his wand to spurt out a series of blue flames, illuminating the entire room.

A dementor floated above the trap door, covered in black robes and wrapped from head to toe in a black cloak. Its face was covered by its robes, revealing only a pair of empty eyes, which shone with green light, like cold and sharp blades, piercing into the mind from the eyes, making people dizzy.

The cold water poured into the chest from the nose, cutting the internal organs, and the whole body began to feel cold, and he began to shiver uncontrollably.

Vaguely, Harry seemed to see the scene that night again, and saw the terrifying green light of the curse.

Seeing Harry's eyes starting to roll up, as if he was going to faint again, Loren, who was controlling the Dementor, was stunned. He knew that Harry was a little fragile, but he didn't expect it to be so fragile.

He quickly restrained some of the Dementor's magic power, otherwise he would have to be sent back to the school doctor's office later.

"Huchi - Huchi -"

"Huchi - Huchi -"

Harry was breathing heavily. He didn't know why he suddenly felt that the suffocation was getting weaker. Harry struggled to concentrate and began to recall Professor Lupin's instructions. He recalled the happy memories of the past in his mind and chanted a curse in a deep voice: " [Calling the Gods to Guard]"

A cloud-like silvery white light spurted out, like boiling steam in a boiler, quickly dispelling the biting chill that enveloped the body.

Before Harry could breathe a sigh of relief, an even stronger chill poured back in, squeezing the brilliance of his Patronus.

The two forces gathered in mid-air and were constantly wrestling.

It's just that the coldness is getting thicker and heavier, and Harry feels that the breath he exhales has become cold, like raindrops outside.

Harry tried to put aside the growing despair and tried his best to search for happy memories in his mind.

"Happy memories..."

The first time I received the admission letter to Hogwarts, the first time I saw magic in Hagrid... I met Ron, Loren, and Hermione on the train... Enjoyed delicious food at the opening dinner...

Knowing his parents' love for him, meeting Sirius for the first time...

……

Vivid images appeared in front of Harry's eyes one after another, and he seemed to feel a steady stream of power being injected into the wand, transforming into a brilliant radiance of the Patronus——

But the heavy and thick chill is still approaching!

At a certain moment, Harry felt dizzy. The dull thunder seemed to stop, the howling wind and rain disappeared, and the faint screams in his ears faded away.

Under the cold gaze of the Dementor, Harry recalled for no reason the marks on the wall that he had seen on the way here, the simple copper lock hanging outside the room door, and the trap door. Those hidden levels...

Those life-and-death adventures I experienced with my friends are connected together, and connected with the scene of lying together in the school doctor's office...

Harry twitched the corners of his mouth and forced a forced smile:

"[Calling God—Guard]"

Chapter 334 There are always troublemakers who want to harm me

A silver band of light that was even more brilliant than before burst out from the tip of Harry's wand, converging into a silver animal. Dots of broken light surrounded the silver animal, completely dispelling the cold that shrouded the room.

In the bright silver light, the animal raised its hooves, lowered its head, and flew away from Harry silently.

Loren controlled the Dementor's body and watched as a four-hoofed animal with horns rushed towards him.

Just when Loren wanted to take back the Boggart and exit the Dementor's body, the body suddenly underwent unexpected changes.

An invisible wave spread from the head to the entire body, and the long-standing stiffness, dullness, and coldness of the Dementor's body gradually disappeared. The cold Dementor magic disappeared in mid-air, and was replaced by the gray mist-like Boggart magic.

The boggart restored its prototype, and Loren was a little surprised to feel the feedback from his body.

The silver-white light stream of the Patron Saint lost its effect, and the Boggart's magic power was floating everywhere. As the gray mist-like magic spread over Harry and penetrated into his mind, the characteristics of the Boggart brought a wonderful experience to Loren.

Although Loren could not see Harry's memories, more wonderful information was conveyed through the emotion of fear, and various images that had once brought fear to Harry naturally appeared in front of Loren's eyes.

Voldemort, Quirrell, Acromantula, Basilisk...

It seemed that as long as he had a fleeting thought, he could turn it into a concrete manifestation of fear.

Loren didn't know what this meant, but he did not transform rashly. Instead, he controlled the Boggart to get back into the walnut box in the corner, and his consciousness returned to the body under the trap door.

Harry saw the Dementor disappear into the darkness. It was gone.

The Patronus turned around and walked toward Harry with silent steps. It had a pair of antlers and stared at Harry with its big silver eyes.

"Prongs..." Harry murmured softly.

He stretched out his hand to touch the forehead of the silver spirit beast, but it dissipated lightly and turned into tiny bits of broken light.

"It's a stag. What a beautiful guardian angel."

The trap door was opened, Loren jumped up from below, dusted off his robe, and then calmly walked to the corner to collect the walnut box.

Harry looked behind, a little confused, and asked with wide eyes, "Loren, why are you here?"

Loren came over and patted him on the shoulder, and replied sincerely: "I was afraid that you would be bored alone in the ward, so I wrote to ask you to come over and have fun."

"..."

Harry opened his mouth, but hesitated and hesitated. He seemed to have a lot to say, but he didn't know where to start.

While Harry was distracted, Loren walked lightly to the door and waved at him: "It's late, Harry, go back to the ward and sleep."

After that, he walked out of the house and closed the wooden door.

A series of ding-ding-dong-dong footsteps came from outside the corridor. From the analysis of these footsteps, the man was running very fast.

A few minutes later, Harry, who had cleared his mind, slowly came back to his senses, looked in the direction of the wooden door, and clenched his fists loudly:

"Loren Morgan!"

……

Late at night, in the library of the Book of Fantasy.

The blazing sea of ​​​​fire rolled up a raging wave of flames, and countless flame beasts ran on the waves of fire, carrying the flames of hell that burned everything further.

Seeing the fire spreading in another direction, unexpectedly avoiding this open space, the corners of Flamel's eyes kept twitching, and he was speechless.

The technique of controlling the direction of the fierce fire was actually discovered by Loren.

But why is it always his library that suffers?

Loren looked at the sea of ​​​​fire and smacked his lips with emotion: "It's a pity that the transformation spell didn't work on Li Huo long enough..."

"The magic in this area has already been explored. We can gradually improve it in the future."

Flamel waved his hand, reset the scene in the library, and found a stable seat to sit down: "Let's talk about Boggarts. Didn't you discover new characteristics before?"

"While I was controlling the dementors..."

After Loren described what had just happened in detail, he scratched his head and said, "Although it is very strange, it feels useless. The things transformed by the boggart, except for the dementors, are empty shells and cannot play any role."

"Hmm... maybe it can be useful somewhere else."

Flamel's eyes were deep, and after a few noncommittal remarks, he sent Loren out of the Book of Fantasy.

Looking at the place where Loren's consciousness disappeared, Flamel sighed quietly, with a complicated expression.

Even if it was useless, it allowed Loren to intuitively touch the emotions and the carrier of fear.

"Nico, you have the gift of prophecy, so did you see his growth rate in the prophecy?"

……

The next day, lunch time, the Gryffindor table in the Great Hall.

"Hiccup~"

"belch--"

After eating, George and Fred each burped, one loud and clear, the other with a long lingering sound. They both thought they had won the competition between twin brothers, looked at each other, and burst into laughter.

After they had laughed enough, they started drinking juice, trying to push out the air bubbles in their stomachs and burp with a beautiful melody.

George took a sip, sat upright, and silently felt the gas slowly go up.

While he was burping, Fred noticed Harry who had just been discharged from the hospital. He was putting ketchup on a clean plate. There were also some biscuits on the plate, which looked familiar.

Fred said "Huh?", stepped forward and asked with interest:

"Harry, aren't these the biscuits we gave you?"

"Yes."

"Are you going to eat it with ketchup?"

"I will not eat."

George interrupted their conversation and couldn't help but asked loudly and unconvincingly: "Why?"

"Because you sent it to me."

The reasons are so good and powerful that they cannot be refuted.

So George and Fred looked at each other and laughed in unison: "Hehehehe..."

After laughing enough, George asked curiously: "Then what are you doing?"

Harry did not answer, but wiped off the irregular sauce on the edge of the plate, wiped his face, forced out a bright smile, stood up and left with the plate in hand.

George and Fred followed with interested smiles on their faces.

"Loren, I'm here to thank you for helping me learn the Patronus Charm. These cookies are my thank you gift."

"..."

Loren looked at the fake smile on Harry's face, and then at the cookies on the plate that were stained with weird magic. He could even smell the weird potion smell on them.

After a moment of silence, Loren slowly shook his head: "I don't eat cookies."