The days at Hogwarts

The three funny guys made the ward lively.

"If I had stopped you, no one would have been hurt."

Neville thought that he should take Loren and Harry with him to find the professor. If there was only one person in the toilet, perhaps it wouldn't attract the troll and no one would get hurt.

"Neville, this was an accident, no one could have predicted it." Loren comforted Neville.

Hermione responded, "Yes, not even Dumbledore.

Simo was no longer afraid, his thoughts began to clear up, and he spoke with regret, "If I had known it would be so exciting, I would have gone with you guys."

What a great adventure! Now everyone says that the four Gryffindor warriors defeated the vicious troll. Seamus regretted it very much. If he had followed them, he could have become the fifth warrior.

Seamus began to mutter some strange words, "My roommate is a savior, a troll-killer, and an Auror family..."

No one paid any attention to the strange Seamus.

"The patient still needs rest!"

Everyone stayed there for a short while before being kicked out by Madam Pomfrey.

……

Loren and his two companions stayed in the ward for three days and were not allowed to be discharged until Sunday night.

As they walked along the road, Ron complained, "If it weren't for the classes on Monday, I think Madam Pomfrey would have kept us for a few more days."

"It's not us, it's only you." Loren took a deep breath of fresh air, which he had been holding for two days.

Harry nodded continuously. "Loren and I woke up the next day. We were not injured at all. You were the most seriously injured."

Ron obviously couldn't admit it, "Come on! We are brothers in life and death now, can't we be hospitalized together?"

"Go, go, go!"

Harry was about to give the Fat Lady the password to open the door to the Gryffindor Common Room, "Dragon Scum."

The Fat Lady raised her hands excitedly and sang beautifully, "The Gryffindor warrior is back!"

In order to deal with the Fat Lady, the few of them hesitated for a long time.

When they opened the door, the lounge was pitch black. After Loren and the other two entered, the fire in the fireplace suddenly lit up.

"Welcome our heroes!" the crowd cheered in unison.

Snapped!

Streamers fluttered above the heads of Loren and his companions.

The common room was packed with people, George and Fred standing at the front, and Harry saw that all the Quidditch players he knew were there, Wood, Angelina, even the usually stern Percy, and the other Gryffindor students, almost everyone.

Hermione was originally in the corner, but was pushed forward by her roommate Parvati Patil. The girls pushed her next to Loren to accept everyone's cheers.

The little witch would be stared at by others when answering questions in class, but it was the first time like today. Her pretty face was flushed and she was very happy.

"Tonight is to celebrate our Gryffindor warriors, who defeated the--Giant! Monster!"

“Let’s party together!”

Lee Jordan's voice fits the atmosphere very well.

The crowd rushed forward. Seamus and Dean pulled Neville around Harry and Ron, loudly fabricating Harry's heroic figure, "…at this moment, Harry kicked the troll in the air…"

Harry wanted to shrink his head into his neck after hearing this. Why do you want to brag about me when you brag? ?

Ron was eager to try and wanted to write some content of his own.

Although Loren and Hermione were happy about this scene, they were not used to being watched by others. They slipped to the fireplace and got something to eat.

Loren was so frustrated during the few days he was in the hospital that he stuffed any piece of meat he could get.

Hermione watched Loren wolfing down his food, and put the drink cup next to him. She just watched with her hands propped up, her eyes shining.

Loren ate for a long time, swallowed the food with orange juice, looked up and saw Hermione, "Why are you looking at me?"

Hermione was relaxed, her voice soft and gentle, "I thought we were all going to die."

Loren thought Hermione was still a little scared, so he comforted her, "It's over."

"I've thought about it."

"What have you been thinking about?"

"Magic is never a gentle, safe trick."

Hermione's voice became firm, "From Potions class, to flying class, to the troll, someone has paid the price for this."

Loren hesitated, "So?"

"So we must be able to protect ourselves. The Defense Against the Dark Arts class is obviously not enough. We have to rely on ourselves." Hermione's voice went from soft at the beginning to crisp and firm in this sentence.

Loren didn't expect that after Hermione experienced the troll, she would have the idea of ​​improving her strength. She even felt that the teaching in school was not enough and wanted to teach herself.

This is certainly a good thing. Hermione was able to suppress Harry in the early stage because of her excellent theoretical level. However, after the third year, she could not catch up in practical level. Focusing on practical skills from now on can lay a more solid foundation for the future.

Loren asked, "What are you going to do?"

"Practice with you, just like when we practiced the Iron Armor Spell before."

Hermione's expression relaxed, a smile on her lips: "What do you say, Mr. 22-0?"

"What words, what words!"

Loren couldn't sit still any longer. "What do you mean by 22 to 0? We clearly agreed not to mention this title anymore."

"And it wasn't 22 to 0. I won the last game! Besides, that was me in the past. Now..."

Hermione just smiled as Loren kept talking to himself. When Loren occasionally slowed down his speech, the girl would add lightly, "22 to 0."

Loren began to talk to himself again, saying that things are different now and yesterday is just the afterglow, and he should look to the future.

This game was really interesting. Hermione had previously thought that Loren's teasing people was a bad hobby. Now that the offense and defense had switched, it was her who teased Loren, and she really felt a different kind of fun.

Chapter 53 A New Week

This party was not just to cheer for Loren and his three friends, but more importantly, it was a reason for the little lions to make up for the interrupted carnival on Halloween.

The laughter continued into the night until Professor McGonagall's voice came from outside the door, "Celebrations are allowed, but in moderation!"

Professor McGonagall did not come in, but she just added [Loud Voice] to her voice and kept repeating the reminder in the lounge.

Percy suddenly woke up and shouted in response, "Got it, Professor McGonagall!"

"Everyone! Let's stop here for today. We have classes tomorrow!"

Percy began to organize the little lions to return to their respective dormitories one after another. They also heard what Professor McGonagall said. Everyone went upstairs laughing and preparing to rest. They had been very happy today.

George and Fred high-fived Loren as they passed him:

“Thank us!”

“We went to the kitchen to get the food.”

Once again, one person spoke a word, and the twins' movements were always very synchronized.

"You should also go to bed early." Percy stayed last and went upstairs after saying this.

Only Loren, Hermione, Harry and Ron were left in the common room. They sat in front of the fireplace, the fire dancing, the warm firelight shone on their faces, and a fiery red reflection came out of their eyes.

This was the first time the four of them were alone together since Halloween, and no one spoke for a while.

"Everyone! We've had a great adventure!"

Loren broke the silence. He winked at the others and said, "Tell me who is the troll-killer warrior?"

Hermione and Harry couldn't help but laugh at Loren's funny appearance.

"I want to apologize to you."

Ron didn't laugh. When they were alone together, he finally relaxed, opened his heart, and revealed his guilt. He finally found an opportunity to say this to a few people.

"If it weren't for me, you wouldn't be in danger."

"Like I said, Dumbledore couldn't have foreseen the accident." Loren thought that no one could be blamed for this incident, and he didn't avoid it even though he knew the plot.

Hermione nodded. She thought that if she pursued the issue, she might still be wrong.

Harry put his hand on Ron's shoulder, "We are brothers in life and death now."

Several people looked at each other and smiled.

After saying goodbye to Hermione, the three boys returned to the dormitory and went to bed one after another.

After a few days, Loren finally touched the Book of Fantasy again.

Before entering the Book of Fantasy, Loren looked around and felt that something was missing.

Loren sat up and looked at Harry, "Today is Sunday, right?"

Harry didn't know why Loren asked that, and hesitated, "Yeah, right."

Loren turned to look at Ron again, "Tomorrow is Monday. We have Professor McGonagall's Transfiguration class, right?"

Ron was also a little hesitant, "Yeah, right?"

Monday, the first class in the morning is Professor McGonagall's Transfiguration class, that's right.

Loren's thoughts came to him. "Have you finished your Transfiguration homework?"

Harry and Ron became terrified. They were used to leaving their homework for the weekend, but they had been lying in the infirmary for the past few days and had not thought about their homework at all.

The two of them screamed desperately, "Help!"

"Tsk!" Loren said, it's just right, just right, otherwise it always felt like something was missing.

After lending the homework to the two of them, Loren returned to bed, curled up in the quilt, pointed his finger at the duel room icon, and watched Flamel's eyes on the picture glow silvery white. Loren felt a sense of security in his heart.

In the fantasy book, the floating Flamel listened quietly to Loren's story about his experience on Halloween, his eyebrows knitted together, revealing a thoughtful expression: "The magic power rioted, leaving a black mark on the troll's nose."

"I don't remember any relevant information, but I'm very interested in the spell you perfected at the critical moment."

“Show it!”

Loren took out his wand, eager to try. He looked around and saw no target. He looked at Flamel tentatively, "Is it aimed at you?"

"of course."

Flamel floated in the air, with his head raised and his arms spread out, as if welcoming something, and a white light was shining on his body.

"[Thunderbolt Piercing]"

Loren didn't hesitate at all. He didn't think he could cause any harm to Flamel. The tip of the wand glowed red and hit Flamel's chest.

The spell penetrated without any explosion sound, and red, blue, green and yellow lights flowed on Flamel's chest.

After a long while, Flamel opened his eyes. "I can feel that it is derived from [Gateway Opening]. It removes the characteristics of opening the door and focuses on the effect of explosion and penetration."

"It's a powerful enough spell that will work well in many situations."

Loren looked excited, "Is this considered a self-created spell?"

Flamel shook his head. "The creation of a spell is about understanding the principles of magic, pre-setting the desired effect, and then designing a complete casting action and the way magic works. The spell is just a representation."

"There is no shortage of talented people in the history of magic. They also created some spells in a similar way, but none of them were passed down."

"Loren, don't be proud. The real spell will be passed down through generations of wizards and tested by time."

Loren was not too disappointed. It was just a blind cat catching a dead mouse. "So what do you think of this spell? Is it a good spell?"

Flamel was silent for a while, thinking about what to say, and finally decided to speak frankly, "Rubbish spell, if you want to pursue explosion, then the classic [Thunder Explosion] is more suitable, and the power is more powerful. If you want to pursue penetration, you should use the sharp feature instead of explosion."

"Humph, you don't understand what true happiness is at all."

Loren did not agree with Flamel. One day, this spell would dominate the little wizards and become everyone's childhood memory.

……

Monday, in the morning Transfiguration class.

Harry and Ron forced their eyelids open, and there were obvious bloodshot eyes.

Hermione shook her head in disdain, "How long did you boys play after you went back?"

Loren's voice was full of gloating, "It's not us. They just remembered before going to bed that they didn't do their Transfiguration homework. I don't know how long they spent on it."

Harry and Ron heard the conversation between the two people next to them, but they had no urge to talk at all. They just wanted to wait until the get out of class was over as soon as possible and go back to sleep.