The days at Hogwarts

"In fact, most of the secrets of magic remain unknown."

Dumbledore explained, and then continued, "Emotions can also have bad effects. Long-term repressed emotions may lead to the Obscurus."

"Obscure!" Hermione exclaimed, covering her mouth. She knew this.

Some unfortunate little wizards hate their own magic. Long-term suppressed emotions will cause their magic power to mutate, hurting others and themselves.

Silently, Dumbledore thought of the things that happened decades ago, those people, and those ideals.

"Headmaster? Headmaster Dumbledore?"

It was not until Loren called him that Dumbledore came back to his senses, "I'm sorry, I'm getting old and my energy can't always be focused."

Dumbledore went on to say: "When magic riots, wizards will follow an instinct. Maybe they will release some magic, become impulsive, or do nothing. No one can say for sure."

Harry thought back to his state at the time and understood why he rushed towards the troll.

"So it was a magical riot. I was wondering why I was so impulsive!" Harry grinned.

"In fact, magical riots follow your instincts." Dumbledore repeated this sentence.

Harry felt that this might not be a good thing to say, and stammered, "Wh, what do you mean?"

Loren chuckled: "It just means that you are very impulsive."

No one laughed at him, but even Dumbledore's smile seemed to Harry to be blinding.

Hermione tried hard to put on a serious expression. She was very serious unless you looked at her shaking shoulders.

“Courage is a precious quality.”

Dumbledore changed the subject, "From the perspective of an old wizard like me, there are residual magical fluctuations in all four of you."

Loren was a little surprised. He thought it was only Harry and Ron, but he didn't expect that he and Hermione's magic also erupted.

As if seeing Loren's confusion, Dumbledore explained: "Both life and death have powerful magic. You are on the brink of life and death. Your magic, body, and soul are all in an extraordinary state. The magic riot is just a matter of size."

Hermione nodded, "I feel a little more relaxed casting spells in class."

"Don't cast spells at full strength for at least a week or two. The growth of magic power will continue for some time." Dumbledore warned them.

Dumbledore looked at Ron and said, "Even now, your friend who dared to sacrifice himself still has a strong surge of magic in him."

Several people focused their eyes on Ron, who had a bandage on his body, a little red on the tip of his nose, and a calm expression.

Harry said: "He felt really bad for putting us in this dangerous situation."

Hermione was also a little depressed. "It's all my fault. I was too self-righteous. Ron just doesn't have the right wand." Ron fell to the ground and vomited blood. She thought Ron was dead.

Harry and Loren were silent for a while. It would be easy to buy Ron a wand, but Ron would not accept it. Friendship would become strange if Galleons were mixed in.

The chestnut wand of Peter Pettigrew that Loren had planned before was confiscated by the Ministry of Magic, and he had no other choice now.

"Madam Pomfrey said his injuries were minor," Harry said softly.

Dumbledore praised: "He values ​​friendship and has the courage to sacrifice. He is a true Gryffindor."

Loren also admitted that although Ron was greedy, didn't like to study, and was used to complaining, he would really do it when something happened.

"I think even though the troll doesn't have any special magical materials, it can still be sold for some price." Dumbledore looked at them with a smile.

"I can exchange the troll for Galleons as a reward for you. It's about 50 Galleons."

A wand is 7 Galleons. Hermione quickly calculated, "Give Ron one and it will be enough to buy a wand!"

Harry hesitated: "Is this okay?" He gave all the money from selling the troll to the students.

"Of course, you killed the troll and maintained the safety of the castle, which is what you deserve." Dumbledore mentioned another thing, "You killed the troll, but you also violated the school rules and left the team to act alone-"

Hermione looked at Dumbledore intently, as if Dumbledore was going to announce her final grades the next moment.

"If the merits and demerits offset each other, no points will be deducted."

Hermione breathed a sigh of relief.

"But we all have to go to Professor Snape for detention!"

The little witch looked dejected.

Loren had been with Snape for a long time and had no objection to this.

Harry was about to explode, "Can we change the professor? Professor McGonagall, Professor Flitwick, even Professor Binns will do!"

Harry felt that Snape would target him in class, not to mention solitary confinement. Snape would definitely feed him all kinds of poisons, and then let Loren and the others prepare the antidote!

Dumbledore did not change his mind. He chatted with them for a while, told them to rest well, listen to Madam Pomfrey, and took Hermione back.

"You should have a good rest. Seamus and the others will come to see you tomorrow!" The little witch waved her hand and closed the door.

Chapter 51 Boring Ward Life

Madam Pomfrey brought them dinner.

Bread, apples, eggs, but no meat at all. Loren and Harry put the food into their mouths weakly. They just wanted to be discharged from the hospital as soon as possible so that they could devour the steaks and chicken legs.

Ron was still unconscious, and Madam Pomfrey fed him a potion.

Before leaving, Madam Pomfrey saw the snacks on the table. Her face straightened and she packed them up in her arms: "Come and get them when you are discharged from the hospital."

"Oh! When can we leave?" Loren and Harry sighed.

At night, the moonlight is like water, shining through the window, happily entering the house, and spreading a layer of silver on the floor.

Loren lay in his hospital bed thinking back on what had happened.

"Loren? Are you asleep?" Harry couldn't sleep and wanted to find someone to talk to.

"Asleep." Loren is a ruthless guy.

"..."

Harry had experienced this style many times, but still couldn't get used to it.

Harry continued, "Did you ever think that we were going to die?"

Loren recalled the situation at that time. In the original book, the three little ones easily defeated the giant monster without any injuries. With his participation, several people were almost wiped out.

Loren secretly made up his mind to try not to participate in adventure plots in the future, as he did not have the aura of the protagonist.

"Seeing Ron being kicked away reminded me of seeing the family at the train station."

Harry said in a deep voice, "Ron's family will be very sad if he dies. You and Hermione also have relatives. I only have a godfather whom I have known for a short time."

"I think I got a good deal in exchange for the three of you."

Loren didn't know Harry had such an idea: "Just rushing forward won't change anyone, you'll just die faster than others, you two idiots."

"It seems so." Harry scratched his head, "I also want to learn some powerful spells, so I won't have to rush forward when I encounter this kind of situation next time."

Loren thought about it and realized that Harry still had to fight Quirrell, and next school year he would have to fight a basilisk, neither of which could be dealt with by magic.

"You can learn from Gryffindor and just rush up and beat them to death."

School has been in session for a while now, and all the students at Lion's House know that the founder of Gryffindor House holds a wand in one hand and a sword in the other. He is a melee wizard who fought his way out of this school thousands of years ago and is secretly the first among the four founders.

"That makes sense, but I'm not that strong, so I might not be as good at fighting as the Gryffindor Headmaster." Harry thought that was pretty cool too.

"If you have the chance, eat more and exercise more..."

The conversation that followed was rambling, with people talking about whatever came to their mind. The school clinic was really boring.

……

Lauren didn't remember when he fell asleep last night. When he woke up, Harry was chatting with Ron.

"I punched it hard on the disgusting nose!" Harry was bragging about his heroic performance at the time, his face was full of joy, but considering that Loren was still sleeping, he lowered his voice, sounding like an old man sitting at the gate of the community bragging.

Seeing Loren sit up, the two men lowered their voices, with Harry speaking mainly, as Ron had a cough from time to time, which had not yet healed.

Ron was fine except for coughing, but Loren looked at Harry who was talking nonstop and Ron who was listening beside him, and always felt that the two people's roles were reversed.

Until Harry mentioned that all four of them had magical riots, Ron's was the most severe, and their magic power would increase a lot.

Ron couldn't stop smiling, and the corners of his mouth gradually widened.

Later it was mentioned that Dumbledore would divide the money from the troll's corpse among the four of them as a reward, about 50 Galleons.

"Merlin's beard!"

Ron smiled until his gums showed. "At least 12 Galleons."

Loren and Harry also looked at Ron. This money was enough for him to buy a new wand and keep up with the teaching progress in the future.

"Then I can buy the autographs of everyone in Charlie's Cannons!"

This statement was a bit blood-pressure-raising, and Harry yelled, "What the hell is in your head!"

Ron then laughed and said, "Of course, I'll buy a wand before that!"

Harry threw back the covers and got out of bed. He wanted to throw some dust in this man's eyes.

Madam Pomfrey came in to bring them breakfast and checked on Ron, saying that his lungs still had some injuries and he needed to be observed for a few more days.

Ron took the spoon and put it into his mouth. He had a bold idea, "My magic power is rioting, and theirs is not. Does that mean I am stronger than them?"

At this point, he became excited, "Can we beat up George and Fred now?"

"???" Harry didn't quite understand why your first thought when you became stronger was to beat up your brother.

"The prerequisite is that you have to master the third-grade spells." Loren gave Ron advice.

Ron nodded. It made sense. It was important to have strong magic power and be able to use it.

Time was spent bragging and chatting.

In the afternoon, Hermione, Neville and Seamus came to visit them, followed by Ron's three brothers, Percy, George and Fred.

The three older Weasley children looked at Ron, and Percy was terrified by the sight of Ron curled up on the ground with blood oozing from the corners of his mouth.

George and Fred suggested not to tell their mother about Ron's injury, and Percy, who was always well-behaved and obedient, agreed. Now that Ron was fine, Percy was relieved.

Neville and Seamus were also a little scared. At that time, they thought it was just a simple notification to the professor, but in the end, all three roommates almost died.

Chapter 52: Bustle in the Lounge

George and Fred made a beeline for Ron's bedside, their voices ever energetic and their tones euphoric.

"Look who's this?"

"The one who defeated the troll!"

"The pride of the Weasley family!"

"Mom will send you roaring letters of praise!"

Each of them spoke a sentence, rubbing Ron's freckled face as they spoke.

Ron was very happy to hear the first few sentences, but when he suddenly heard the name of his mother, he turned pale with fright.

"Oh~ That's terrible. My mom will definitely hang me up and beat me when I get home." Even though he was kneaded so hard that he couldn't speak clearly, Ron could still imagine the scene.

Percy answered, "We haven't written the letter yet. You can talk to your mother yourself."

George and Fred each held down one of Ron's hands, and instead of rubbing them they pulled his face, saying in unison, "I'll teach you a lesson."

"Pain Pain!"

Ron couldn't struggle free, and said angrily: "You two are dead, my magic power has increased, I will definitely hang you up and kick your ass when I am in the third grade!"

"Hahaha!" The twins laughed.

"But when you were in third grade."

"We are in fifth grade now."

"When you were in fifth grade."

"We're graduating!"

"Poor Ronnie baby!"

"He'll never catch up."

Such a cruel fact shattered Ron's beautiful dream. His eyes were dull and he was powerless to resist. He screamed as the twins pulled him apart.