The days at Hogwarts

Professor McGonagall stood on the podium and saw Harry and Ron, who were listless and had red and swollen eyes.

"You are still freshmen, you shouldn't learn bad habits! If you encounter something, you should inform the professor immediately instead of being self-righteous and acting recklessly! In addition, the school allows you to have extracurricular activities, but it should not affect your classes!"

Professor McGonagall said, waving her wand and turning the desk into a squealing fat pig.

The students below didn't dare to make a sound. They sat upright and looked at the serious Professor McGonagall.

"Maybe we should turn some people into parchment and write the school rules 100 times on their bodies!"

Ron was so frightened that he stayed alert until the end of the get out of class and didn't dare to doze off.

After class, they walked together in the corridor. Students from other colleges were curious about the four giant monster-killing warriors, and occasionally students passing by would greet them.

Ron swore solemnly, "I swear in the name of the troll-slayer warrior that the first thing I will do when I wake up is to do my Transfiguration homework. I will never stay up late the night before to do homework again. If I can't do it, I'm a troll!"

Harry nodded in agreement. He would never stay up late the night before to do his homework again.

……

On the table.

Ron handed the letter he wrote to his mother to the owl, flapped its wings, and let it fly away.

Harry was curious, "What did you tell Aunt Molly?"

"The troll sneaked into the school, and the brave Ron Weasley destroyed the troll with the help of his friends." Ron calmly put the chicken leg into his mouth with a natural expression.

Loren nodded and said, "Okay, you know how to write."

Harry was very calm after hearing this, "You could have kept half of your butt, but now you can't keep it at all."

"Hey, Harry!"

Ron cried, "So what do I say, I almost became a troll's shit, I spent three days in bed and I have to go to Madam Pomfrey for a checkup next week?"

"If that happens, you'll get to see my mom spanking me in the hall tomorrow."

Chapter 54 Howling Letter

The next morning, Loren had just started eating his porridge when he heard a commotion overhead.

Hundreds of owls swarmed in, circling the hall and dropping letters and packages into the midst of conversation.

A gray hooting owl landed in front of Ron. It was the postman who delivered his letter yesterday.

The owl quickly put down the red envelope in its mouth, flapped its wings in panic, and flew away.

"Oh, no." Ron looked at the red envelope and shook his head. He tried to lean back, not wanting to take the red envelope.

"Howling Letter!"

Neville cried out as soon as he saw the red envelope. He looked very nervous. His face was serious and he quickly put down the bread in his hand and moved away.

Loren, Hermione, Harry, and everyone nearby looked at Ron curiously.

The envelope lay on the table, shaking constantly and becoming redder and redder, like a balloon that was being inflated and began to expand.

Neville was so nervous that he couldn't even stutter. "Open it quickly. You don't want to know the consequences of ignoring it."

Ron tilted his body back and tilted his neck back, trying to keep his head away from the letter. He reached out his hand tremblingly and opened the red envelope.

"Ron Weasley! How dare you treat me like this?"

Ron's mother's voice exploded on the long table of Gryffindor, and the roar was like the speakers at the entrance of a supermarket blocking people's ears, with the volume turned up to the maximum.

Ron quickly shrank into his chair, leaving only a red forehead on the table.

The students near him stepped back and quickly made room. Everyone in the auditorium was overwhelmed by the deafening sound and turned around to see who had received the Howler.

"...Troll! You are more naughty than your two brothers. You probably never thought about how your father and I felt when we knew you were dealing with the troll..."

The sound rattled the plates and spoons on the table, and the echo off the four stone walls was deafening.

"…You have to go home this weekend and see how I deal with you."

The roaring stopped, but Loren still felt his ears buzzing. The red envelope of the roaring letter in the air burned and curled up into ashes.

The students in the auditorium experienced temporary tinnitus and hearing loss.

Seamus sat back down and shouted at the top of his voice, "Is this a Howler? Cool!"

Dean saw Seamus open his mouth, but no sound came out. He shouted at the top of his voice, "What did you say? Why aren't you saying anything?"

"Why are you just opening your mouth but not making any sound?"

"I can't hear anything!"

"Ah~~~"

Similar conversations took place among the young wizards, who regarded this as a novel experience and found it very interesting.

The two brothers George and Fred looked at each other, opened their mouths, and made all kinds of strange noises such as "Ah~" and "Oh~", laughing happily.

The voices gradually began to rise again, and Loren continued to drink his porridge.

"Just in time for you to buy your own wand this weekend." Harry wasn't too worried about how Ron would be dealt with. They had even dealt with a troll, so Ron's mother couldn't be scarier than a troll.

"That's really convenient." Ron said weakly, his face still a little pale.

Seamus came closer, his voice still loud, "Ron! Call me next time there's a Howler!"

……

It's Friday, and there's only one Potions class in the morning. After that, the first-year students' weekend will begin.

In the Gryffindor common room.

Loren and Hermione sat side by side by a window, each busy with their own work. Hermione was reading a book, while Loren was revising a paper about the medicinal properties and effects of Aconitum.

"The sun rose from the west today, but that old bat didn't deduct any points from Gryffindor?" Ron was lying on the chair with a candy in his mouth. "He must have been stimulated by something."

Ron talked to himself, and soon his mind began to imagine something magical. "Today's Snape must be someone else's disguise. The real Snape has been killed through the Polyjuice Potion."

Ron became more and more excited as he spoke, his face beaming with joy, "We will never be tortured by the old bat again!"

No one paid any attention to Ron, who had a vivid imagination and was always saying crazy things.

Speaking of Snape, Harry remembered the figure in a green cloak he saw walking up the stairs on Halloween night.

"Maybe there is some other reason."

Harry fiddled with the movable joints on the chess piece. "On Halloween night in the corridor, I thought I saw Professor Snape go upstairs."

Hermione raised her head from the book. "Dumbledore led the professors to catch the troll. Didn't he go to the basement with them?"

Ron sat up, pretending to be serious, and then said in a profound tone: "I think there must be some hidden conspiracy here."

Harry remembered the room on the left side of the corridor on the fourth floor where the mysterious object that Hagrid had taken out of the Gringotts vault was stored. Dumbledore had sent the three-headed dog Fluffy to guard it.

Troll, Snape. Harry had a vague guess.

"What do you think, Loren?"

Harry looked at Loren. Although Harry and Ron didn't know much about werewolves, they all knew that Loren went to Snape's office every Friday. "Did you notice anything wrong with Snape?"

Loren knew that it was Snape who went upstairs to check the situation of the Philosopher's Stone and guard against Quirrell. However, Loren did not plan to tell anyone. After experiencing the troll incident, he did not want to get involved in the plot. No one knew what the result of his butterfly would be.

He is still a first-year wizard, so the most important thing is to stay alive and develop.

"Why not ask Snape yourself tonight?"

Loren didn't even raise his head. "Have you forgotten that Dumbledore asked us to go to Professor Snape for detention?"

"Merlin, this is going to keep me in a panic for the whole afternoon." Ron felt that the sugar in his mouth was no longer sweet. "I really hope Madam Pomfrey will keep me in the school infirmary later and stay through the night."

Ron was the most seriously injured, and when he was discharged from the hospital, Madam Pomfrey asked him to come back for another checkup over the weekend.

The thoughts in Harry's mind were also shattered by this news, "I feel like I won't live long!"

Harry wailed, "If Snape gave me poison and asked you to prepare the antidote, you must notify Professor McGonagall immediately."

"I will always miss you, Harry." Ron looked at Harry affectionately.

Hermione looked at the two people who were playing tricks and rolled her eyes in disdain, "This is a school. Even for Dumbledore's sake, I can't force poison into your mouth!"

Loren put down the parchment in his hand and tried to change the subject, "What are your plans for the afternoon?"

Ron answered first, "I'm going to see Madam Pomfrey for a follow-up check." This was agreed upon before he was discharged from the hospital.

Harry hesitated for a moment, "I'm going to go see Hagrid. He heard that I was injured and has been worried about me."

"I'm going to check my homework for this week." Hermione wasn't too worried about detention, no points deducted, and no expulsion, which was not a punishment.

Chapter 55 Parseltongue

At night, several people followed Loren to Snape's office. The basement was a little dark and eerie at night.

"Madam Pomfrey must not have checked my injuries carefully. I should go back and check again." The closer Ron got to the office, the more frightened he became.

Harry continued, "You should pick up some antidotes for me when you see Madam Pomfrey this afternoon so I don't have to make an extra trip later."

Hermione didn't want to listen to the two people's nonsense, so she caught up with Loren, trying to get some experience from him, "What did Snape ask you to do before?"

"Help me deal with some medicinal materials and learn how to brew some potions." Loren spoke the truth without blushing or getting nervous...

That is indeed the case, but the medicinal materials processed are a little different.

The office door was open, Loren knocked and led a few people in.

Snape did not sit behind the desk and correct homework as usual, but stood in front of the desk, watching several people enter the office one after another.

His eyes roamed over each of them, lingering longest on Harry.

The three people who came to Snape's office for the first time didn't dare to look around, but when they saw snakes, giant toads, and even baby-like things soaked in glass jars out of the corner of their eyes, they were so scared that their faces turned pale.

"Oh, the warrior who destroyed the giant monster."

Snape sneered, "If it were another time, I would definitely let you know how ridiculous and self-righteous you are."

The four of them lowered their heads, no one wanted to get into this bad luck.

Snape looked at Loren and Hermione. "I thought you two were smarter, but it turns out you are just as reckless and ignorant as the other Gryffindors. What's the difference between your brains and those of a troll?"

Silence fell in the office.

No one saw that Snape looked at Harry with a gloomy look, looking at the scar on his forehead. That was the mark left by Lily, and almost, almost Lily would be disappointed in him again.

"follow me."

Without looking at the four people who were concentrating on dressing up as quails, Snape led them into the storage room, where there were four boxes, all covered with lids.

Loren vaguely guessed what was inside, and he said to himself: It's a flower, not a snake. It's a flower, not a snake.

"I don't have time to play detention with you four warriors. The Galleons that Dumbledore promised to give you are on the table. Loren will tell you what to do. If I come back and find that the materials are not processed properly, you will have to come for detention every Friday for the next month." After saying that, Snape paced out of the office and slammed the door.

The four people in the storage room looked at each other.

Harry breathed a sigh of relief and jokingly said, "I thought I was going to be poisoned and sent to the school infirmary tonight, but I didn't expect it to just be dealing with potion materials."

Ron also relaxed. "I was only scolded by Snape. This is much better than I thought."

Hermione looked at Loren, "What are we going to do?"

"Don't be too happy too soon."

Loren sighed and walked to the box, "Open the treasure chest!"

As he said that, he opened the lid.

"Hiss~Hiss~" The green-striped viper coiled and entangled in the box.

"Ah!" Ron and Hermione screamed, and Hermione took a few steps back in fright.

Harry stared blankly at the two boxes filled with snakes, his expression a little dazed.

"Bingo! I hit the jackpot."

Loren exhaled. We are old friends. Now he would not be frightened and unable to sleep like the first time. He walked forward and took out a row of test tubes from the shelf in the cabinet. "Look."

As he spoke, he reached into the box, took out a snake, pried open its mouth, stuck its fangs into the mouth of the test tube, and waited patiently for the venom to be secreted into the tube.

"These snakes are enchanted. They won't bite. If they are higher than the golden line, their bodies will become stiff. They are not dangerous."

Loren did not introduce the toxicity of the green-veined viper, as that would only make the people more panicked.