The days at Hogwarts

"Of course we are looking for parasites..." Loren spread his hands and told a cold joke, "Otherwise, the temperature is too low in winter, why don't you hug him to warm the bed and sleep?"

"That's what Percy did. I didn't sleep with Scabbers in my arms!" Ron retorted excitedly.

Harry: "..."

It seemed like I heard some great news.

Loren: "..."

Percy has a good brother like you, and he was probably reborn after taking the elixir in his previous life.

Hermione: "..."

This sentence is so rich in information. I wonder if Penello has heard of Percy's dark history.

"Let's continue talking about Voldemort..." Harry said, while quietly moving away a distance, "I remember the last time I dreamed about Voldemort, he was in a weird baby state. At that time, he He is probably very weak, I wonder how he is doing now?"

Loren thought about it and speculated: "No matter what body he is in, he is in a parasitic state of a wandering soul. He should be similar to Quirrell at that time."

"I think that stinky Quirrell is already difficult to deal with." Ron sighed sadly, "Why didn't the Ministry of Magic directly execute that Wormtail? Now that it's better, bigger trouble is coming. It's really... …”

"Stop complaining." Hermione interrupted, "These are not things we should worry about now. All you have to do is study hard and prepare for the upcoming exams."

"Merlin's beard—"

Ron looked at her in horror, even more horrified than when he heard the news about Wormtail and Voldemort, "This is just the beginning of school, and the exams are still a century away!"

His expression amused the other three, and the topic became lighter, shifting to the new semester of study, the exams for the newly learned elective subjects, and the Quidditch match that will be held next week.

Return to the dormitory before going to bed.

Loren sat on the four-poster bed and dusted off the thick silk quilt. From the corner of his eye he saw that Harry had not yet gone to bed. He was sitting on the edge of the bed with his head lowered, as if thinking about something.

"Harry?" Loren called quietly.

"Huh?" Harry replied stupidly.

"Stop thinking about that matter. Go to bed early. It's best if you don't dream about Voldemort."

Harry heard some warmth from these words, and smiled, nodded heavily, turned over on the bed and got into bed.

But the human mind is a very wonderful thing. The more you ask yourself not to think about something, the image of that thing will become clearer and the impression will become more and more profound.

That night, Harry slowly fell asleep with Voldemort in his mind.

At the same time, far away in a magic academy in another country, the new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor this semester, Tom Gunter, woke up from the bed in the lounge.

In the dark shadows, blood-red eyes flashed away. The short, fat, bald, middle-aged man sitting on the bed had a pale face, like a drowned corpse fished out of ice water.

Voldemort's brows furrowed together. He had just vaguely noticed a faint wave coming from his soul. When he concentrated on feeling it carefully, the wave quickly dissipated.

After checking the room for a while, I found nothing.

Voldemort could only think that there was something wrong with this body. Wormtail was in a strange state of neither life nor death, and it was normal for his soul to experience some fluctuations.

……

The courses for the new semester at Hogwarts are gradually getting on track, and most professors have chosen to spend a week or two reviewing and consolidating the content they learned last semester.

The most common complaint that Professor McGonagall has made to Sprout in recent days is: "I suspect that many little wizards were attacked by dark wizards during the holidays. Otherwise, how could the knowledge in their little heads be washed away as if by the Forgotten Curse? ."

Professor Snape believed this.

The little wizards who were suspected by the professors of being under the Forgetting Curse didn't realize it. They were happily immersed in the freshness and excitement of the new school. They felt that everything in the school was much more pleasing to the eye, except for a certain Potions Professor and Pippi. ghost.

Students are also concerned about club activities in various subjects. The first club activity in the new semester is Professor Lu Ping. After dinner on the first Thursday after returning to school, he carried out review and teaching activities on the Patronus Charm in the auditorium. .

Hundreds of floating candles burned, illuminating every inch of the auditorium with soft light. The long academic table was removed again, and a gilded stage appeared along the walls.

"...I'm sorry to burden you in the first week!" Professor Lu Ping stood on the podium with a gentle smile, "But I think that you may have many happy memories after the Christmas vacation...while these memories are still fresh. It’s so vivid, maybe someone can use it to summon a physical patron saint.”

He was answered by cheers that filled the auditorium.

"Now let me review the spells and key points of the Patronus Charm with you..."

On the side of the stage, Loren observed Professor Lupine's back, pondered for a moment, and asked Harry and Hermione next to him: "Do you think Professor Lupine has gained some weight?"

Hermione observed it carefully and nodded slightly hesitantly.

"..."

Harry fell silent as he recalled the days after Professor Lupin took out the mandrake blades.

There are so many grilled chicken legs that anyone who eats them will get fat.

"...In addition! In order to help everyone learn the Patronus Charm faster, I have hired three teaching assistants for you!" Lu Ping's voice suddenly rose, and he stretched out his hand to motion for everyone to look to the side of the stage, "Except for the ones you were already familiar with last semester. Leigh Porter, and the other two are the newly joined assistant coaches Morgan and Granger. If you have any questions, you can ask the three assistant coaches for advice..."

There were familiar little wizards in the audience, cheering and shouting the names of the three people. Among them, two red-haired twins who did not want to be named were the loudest.

Suddenly being watched by everyone, the three Lorens straightened their backs subconsciously and walked into the crowd of people who were practicing.

"[Calling God to Guard]"

"[Calling God to Guard]"

"..."

Accompanied by the sounds of the little wizards reciting spells, a soft silver-white light began to appear in the auditorium, like pieces of silk and satin woven together, making the light more attractive.

Looking at the three friends who became teaching assistants, Ron was inspired. At first, he worked hard to release the brilliance of the patron saint, but after only ten minutes, he became sluggish.

"I can't see it has any shape..." Ron said with a sad face as he looked at the small ball of light at the tip of the wand.

"Happy memories, Ron, you must pour in happy memories." Harry instructed sincerely.

"Is this all you can say?" Ron said resentfully, "I also know that I want happy memories... I spent all my Christmas holidays with you. Obviously these memories are not enough to support my patron saint."

"..." Harry was silent for a moment, then turned to guide Ginny next to him.

On the right wall of the auditorium, Hermione is here to instruct her roommates:

"Parvati, the tip of the staff only needs to be turned slightly, no need to draw a large circle. Stop laughing Lavender, letting you pour happy memories will not really make you laugh out loud."

"I think Parvati's silly look makes me happy!"

Lavender smiled from ear to ear. She glanced at Loren who was in the Slytherin group of young wizards. She took Hermione with one hand and Parvati with the other. She suppressed her smile and whispered: "Hermione, tell us whether the happy memories of dating Loren can help form a Patronus."

Hermione's cheeks were slightly hot after being told this, and she argued feebly: "Say...what are you talking about? Happy memories are not divided into categories."

Parvati looked astonished: "No wonder you and Loren have learned the Patronus Charm!"

"Oops -" Lavender said pretending to be disappointed, "It seems that the two of us can't learn the Patronus Charm."

"Don't be ridiculous, Harry also learned the Patronus Charm."

"!!"

When Lavender and Parvati heard this, they both smiled excitedly and strangely, and looked at Harry who was not far away, laughing.

Chapter 364 A different classroom

The silver-white patron saint's light complemented hundreds of candles, illuminating the entire auditorium.

Loren avoided several young wizards who were attacking each other with the radiance of the Patronus, and stepped into the area where the Slytherin students were.

Although the three teaching assistants are all Gryffindors, they can't all be crowded in the Gryffindor area. For those who don't know clearly, I think Professor Lupine is giving them special treatment.

All the little wizards in Slytherin looked at Loren with complicated eyes, especially the members of the Slytherin Quidditch team and some members of the Potions Club.

Loren is not on the Gryffindor Quidditch team, but he can make the Slytherin players so angry that they are delirious in the commentary box. What is even more confusing is that his own dean, Professor Snape, He seems to have a good relationship with this Gryffindor, and he can always be seen entering and exiting the Slytherin Dean's office...

The young wizards of Slytherin couldn't explain this feeling, as if their own headmaster was treason.

Loren looked at these little Slytherin wizards calmly.

There were juniors and seniors, a few familiar faces who had attended classes with him in the same grade, and most of them were unfamiliar faces.

The Slytherin Quidditch players were easy to spot - they had strong bodies and stern faces, staring at him intently, wishing they had curses shooting out of their eyes.

There are also some familiar faces among the remaining Potions Club members.

Except for the Quidditch players, everyone else's hatred towards Loren was not very high. They looked at him for a while, then quickly looked away and continued to wave their wands and practice the Patronus Charm.

Loren observed it for a while.

It is said that Slytherin is rich in evil dark wizards, and the Patronus Charm can identify dark wizards, but surprisingly, these little Slytherin wizards practice the Patronus Charm pretty well.

Several senior young wizards, with soft and solid radiance, have reached the edge of summoning the physical patron saint.

It's just that most of the little wizards are still stuck in summoning a small group of light.

No one asked Loren about the problem, so he didn't stop. He walked all the way to Draco and looked at the practice of him and the few wizards around him with great interest. From time to time, he would give a few words of guidance to show that he was an assistant teacher. Sense of presence:

"Daphne Greengrass, your movements are too stiff and rigid. Your spell-casting movements must fit your body."

"..."

"Pansy Parkinson, that's your name, right... Don't look angry. Although people can do anything when they are anxious and angry, the Patronus Charm is not one of them. Be patient, Pansy. Miss Kinson.”

Pansy Parkinson gnashed her teeth in anger, seemingly not heeding Loren's advice at all.

Loren shook his head, sighed regretfully, and walked towards the next person:

"Theodore Nott, your casting movements and spelling tones are very precise, but the most important thing about the Patronus Charm is to pour out happy memories..."

Theodore Nott stopped casting spells, frowned and thought for a moment, and asked Loren very seriously: "Assistant Morgan, I have a question."

Loren became interested: "You tell me!"

"According to theoretical speculation, the summons of the Patron Saint relies on happy memories and emotions. So if I take a joy potion before casting the spell, can it promote the formation of the Patron Saint?"

"Well, your question is very good..."

Loren put his chin on his hand and showed off his teaching assistant style, frowned and thought for a while: "The happiness brought by the joy drug is false. Even if you have a lot of happy emotions after taking the drug, when you recall this memory in the future When it is, it will not produce happy emotions. According to the principle of the magic spell, the joy agent cannot promote the formation of the patron saint."

"But if you look at it from another perspective, a moderate amount of elation will keep you in a good mental and physical state, which is helpful for spell practice."

The ambiguous answer made Nott feel a little dazed after hearing it, and he watched Loren in a daze as he walked to the next little wizard.

"Astoria Greengrass, right? I remember you have just entered first grade. You are not suitable for learning this magic yet."

Astoria blinked.

"..."

Draco put away his wand and looked at Astoria and assistant teacher Morgan in a daze. He was speechless. He patted Astoria on the shoulder and told her to go back to the common room. Draco said to Loren: " I asked her to come, Assistant Coach Morgan."

Loren glanced at him reservedly, observed him a few times as a teaching assistant, and said calmly: "Well, like other Slytherin students, you have too few happy memories in the curse... You know , memory and emotions are the key to the patron saint."

Draco nodded expressionlessly, not knowing how much he had heard: "Assistant Morgan, I also have questions and want to ask for advice."

"Ok?"

Draco led Loren to the corner against the wall. Everyone crowded into the area where the stage and candles were, leaving a vacant space.

"During the Christmas holidays, someone from Ilvermorny came to my house again." Draco said softly, looking at the candles and patron saint spells floating in the auditorium, his eyes reflected the dim light, "Only one person stayed. When I was young, I asked my father to raise nearly ten thousand gold galleons, and he left as soon as he got the galleons."

Loren stopped joking, fell silent for a moment, and asked, "Can you find out what they used the funds for?"

"The gold galleons are stored in the wizard's storage space, or in the underground vault of Gringotts. Both are difficult to trace..." Draco shook his head.

Loren wanted to say something lighthearted to comfort him, but looking at Draco's indifferent face, he felt there was no need to say anything.

"If you need help with anything, you can come to me."

"Um……"

Just when the two of them were silent, a tsunami-like cheer suddenly echoed through the entire auditorium:

"Cedric! Cedric..."

"Neville Longbottom! Longbottom..."

The names of the two were mixed with the noisy discussions among the young wizards, and words such as "Entity Patron Saint" came to Loren's ears sporadically.

Loren had a vague guess in his mind, and he looked towards the most crowded and chaotic center of the crowd——

One of George and Fred held Cedric's shoulders, and the other pushed Neville, pushing them onto the stage amid the crowd.

Lee Jordan from Gryffindor and Justin from Hufflepuff shouted excitedly:

"Cedric, show me!"

"Quick! Show us!"

Cedric pursed his lips and smiled. When he saw the girl in the Ravenclaw area, he raised his hand to smooth a messy strand of hair on his forehead. He held the wand in a relaxed posture, with his palm facing upward, and turned his wrist: