The days at Hogwarts

Hermione turned away shyly, not wanting to face her mother.

A smile appeared on Monica's lips, she grabbed her daughter's shoulders and twisted her back, asking endlessly: "Tell me, what is the retouching fee and what is the mental damage fee?"

Hermione put her face in her hands and let out a shy whimper, avoiding answering.

Then Monica grabbed the itchy flesh around her waist and tortured her to extract a confession.

……

Loren put the egg tarts and pies in the refrigerator for breakfast tomorrow morning, and then followed Grandpa Bates into the bedroom.

The sheets, quilts, etc. had been packed away before he came home. Bates opened the closet and told him about the new clothes he had bought in the past six months so that he could remember to wear them. This had happened before. Bates had bought them. Loren bought new clothes, but she forgot to wear them and took them to school. They stayed in the closet for more than half a year, and when she came back, they no longer fit her.

Before leaving, Bates warned her earnestly: "Loren, if Hermione wants to do something, you have to help her, be smart, and don't act like a fool."

"Just say it, why are you attacking her personally..." Loren couldn't help but retort, "She's Hermione, of course I will help her."

"And you said that!" Bates hit him on the head, "When you left the station today, I saw you giving little Hermione two suitcases to hold."

"The suitcase is empty and doesn't weigh anything!"

"That's not OK!"

"..."

When Loren sent away the nagging Grandpa Bates and put on brand new pajamas after taking a bath, the bright crescent moon was already hanging on the treetops outside the window.

Loren looked at the moon for a while and decided to continue practicing the Patronus Charm technique during the day.

Taking out the fantasy book, he hesitated for a second between the duel room and library icons, and decisively chose the library.

Silver light flashed.

Consciousness appeared in the bright library. Loren had just stood still when he heard an unexpected voice coming from behind the bookshelf.

"Mr. Flamel, why can't my Patronus shrink?" Hermione asked bluntly.

Flamel replied in a gentle voice that Loren had never heard before: "This requires a little skill. It has been written in your notes. While paying attention to the magic output, you must also pay attention to the control of the spirit and memory. …”

Loren slowed down and touched it quietly.

Chapter 391 The little witch who got into the book

"[Calling God to Guard]"

The sound of the little witch reciting a spell echoed in the empty library, passing through the barriers of the bookshelves. Loren hid quietly behind the bookshelves, watching Hermione adjust the brilliance of the Patronus little by little.

The bright lights in the library gradually dimmed, and with the Patron Saint of Dolphins as the center, the entire area was shrouded in soft silvery light, becoming the only light source in the vast space. As Hermione gently shook her wand, the silvery white light gradually shrank, Gathered into a light group of about half a meter.

She concentrated on adjusting the brilliance of the patron saint, but the uniform stability of the light group collapsed at the next moment, turning into scattered rays of light.

"Stably supply magic power and maintain balance..." Flamel instructed gently.

Hermione nodded with a serious expression, took a deep breath and raised her wand again. Her face was tense, as if she thought Flamel was a professor.

Flamel smiled and said softly: "Don't be nervous, relax -"

"You have never been so gentle when you guided me, Flamel..." Loren muttered and walked out of the bookshelf. .

"Loren?"

Hermione stared at Loren who suddenly appeared with wide eyes, and then turned to look at Flamel. Her head seemed to be unresponsive, a little confused, and her expression was full of confusion and confusion.

Loren glanced at Hermione who was confused about the situation. It seemed that Hermione hadn't realized that this library was related to him, and he also had many doubts now.

"So, what's going on..."

Loren's question suddenly paused. He seemed to have remembered something and asked thoughtfully: "On the train during the day, Hermione saw the light and shadow of the Patronus in my eyes. Does this have anything to do with it?"

When Hermione woke him up for lunch, she once mentioned that he could vaguely feel the light and shadow of a killer whale in his eyes. He happened to have finished practicing the Patronus Charm in the Book of Fantasy. Now that he thought about it, this situation was unusual.

Hermione was stunned for a moment when she heard his words, and then gradually came to her senses——

Loren knew Mr. Flamel, and this strange library had something to do with Loren.

"I guess... it has something to do with it..."

Flamel leaned forward and floated in front of him: "I speculate that when you practice some advanced magic spells, the connection between the fantasy book and you may show traces in the real world. That is at that time , Miss Granger has also been connected with the Book of Fantasy, and your consciousness is not guarded against this Miss Granger, so this visit came about."

Loren nodded slowly, lost in thoughts and memories.

"I remember..." Hermione said in a daze, "I entered the library last time at school, and I saw a strange flame in your eyes that day."

"I thought this was the dream library of Hogwarts, and Mr. Flamel was the ghost administrator of the library..." The little witch looked at Loren and Flamel suspiciously and couldn't help but ask. : "So where exactly is this place?"

"It's a long story..."

Loren spent more than ten minutes introducing Hermione to the Book of Fantasy and the origins of Flamel. By the way, he also introduced several other rooms and various magical uses of the Book of Fantasy: "Mr. Nick Flamel...the Philosopher's Stone... …Practice magic…”

"No wonder..."

Hermione figured out many things at once, and many of her previous doubts about Loren now had answers. A lot of information was gathered in her mind, and Hermione felt that her brain was a little unable to react.

After seeing the alchemy boiler room, the potion laboratory, the dueling practice room, and finally returning to the bright library, the little witch looked at the endless bookshelves with a sullen face, solemnly and curiously.

When she first entered the library, she thought Mr. Flamel was the administrator or the ghost professor here. Although he looked very gentle, Hermione was still a little cautious and chose to practice the Patronus Charm carefully here. .

Now that he suddenly learned that these things belonged to Loren, his long-pressed heart jumped with joy.

The bookshelves are packed to the brim with Nicolas Flamel's six hundred years' collection and the entire collection of the British Library. Each tome exudes extraordinary appeal.

You can watch whatever you want without having to worry about sleep and fatigue.

this! This is simply the paradise she has dreamed of!

Hermione slowly came back to her senses and looked at Loren's eyes that started to sparkle: "So this library is real, and all the books in the library are real, and there is no restricted book section..."

"Yes, there is no restricted area." Flamel nodded leisurely. He seemed very satisfied with Hermione's reaction.

"Watch it for as long as you want, watch whatever you want..."

"Yes."

"Don't worry about fatigue, don't worry about myopia..."

"Yes."

Loren looked at the fascinated little witch, then at the proud Flamel, and felt something was wrong.

The silver-white patron saint's radiance has completely dissipated, and the bright dome of the library has once again returned. The echo of the heartbeat can be heard in the empty and silent space. The little witch pursed her lips tightly and her eyes sparkled.

This night, Hermione seemed to have found a more magical place than Hogwarts.

……

Under the guidance of Professor Lu Ping's notes and after repeated practice, the killer whale patron saint gradually became smaller, almost as small as a normal-sized medium-sized mammal, similar to a stag, lion, tiger and leopard...

The lights in the library were still bright, and the sound of pages turning could be heard from time to time.

Loren put away her wand and decided to leave the skill of sending messages with the Patronus to practice tomorrow, well, maybe the day after tomorrow.

Flamel has left.

Hermione was sitting cross-legged on the open space behind the two rows of bookshelves on the right. She was probably tired of reading the tome on transfiguration, and was now reading a tome on the history of magic in the Middle Ages, which also included Nicol Flameliu. Because the author personally experienced that era, the notes seem to reveal a different historical atmosphere, which is particularly true.

Hermione would read every article several times, and read the annotations carefully, not missing a single letter. Sometimes when Nico mentioned other historical events in the annotations, Hermione would find relevant books. Open the book and read carefully.

According to this method of reading, not long after, a wall of books had already surrounded Hermione.

Loren felt that it wouldn't be long before Hermione would be able to build a sealed room out of tomes and lock herself in it.

"Hermione..."

Loren called out. Seeing that the little witch was immersed in her own world and had no reaction, he immediately leaned into her ear and raised his voice slightly: "Hermione!"

Hermione was startled and looked up at him in surprise, questions flashing in her beautiful eyes.

"How long have you been reading? Get up and move around." Loren put his hand on her forehead and shook it gently for a while, trying to wake Hermione up. "Are you going to stay here and read?"

“The books here are interesting.”

"so what?"

Hermione said slowly: "Mr. Flamel said that we are just conscious bodies here, and we don't need to move or rest..."

"But reading too many books can make you dizzy." Loren pinched her cheek, "Have you noticed that you already have symptoms of slow reaction?"

"is it?"

Hermione then stopped thinking about "the wizard's life during the Goblin Rebellion", "Gamp and I discussed the law of transfiguration", and "experienced two or three things in the witch hunt", and slowly came back to her senses.

But her eyes couldn't stop looking at the book on her lap, subconsciously wondering what Nico wrote next and what the social environment was like at that time.

"It seems that he is still not awake..."

Loren sighed and rubbed Hermione's little face so hard that her expression was distorted and she couldn't help but cry out in pain before stopping.

"Are you awake now?"

"Sober up." Hermione took his hand away, rubbed her face, and whimpered vaguely, "You actually don't need to be so vigorous..."

Loren took her hand and pulled her up from the ground: "The books here were accumulated by Mr. Nico Flamel for six hundred years. Even if you exclude half of the alchemy professional books, the rest, even if you don't No matter whether I eat or drink, I will watch it tirelessly, and I will watch it for a lifetime."

"Hermione, Miss Granger, Professor Granger!" Loren changed three names in a row to emphasize, "You can't finish it!"

Hermione let out an aggrieved sigh.

"Now go to bed and get up tomorrow morning to practice the Patronus Charm." Loren warned in a strong tone.

"sleep!?"

Hermione's eyes widened in disbelief: "Mr. Flamel said that the conscious body stays here and the body outside is sleeping, so why do we still sleep?"

"..."

Loren was a little silent and looked at the little witch with a complicated expression: "So you plan to keep reading, practice the spells for a while when you are tired, and then continue reading?"

"No..." Hermione seemed to know that she was not confident enough, so she retorted in a low voice, "When you get tired, just read another book. You can leave practicing spells until daytime."

Loren laughed in anger. If you really want to read a book all night, you won't be able to tell the difference between a wand and a toothbrush tomorrow.

He stretched out his hand and pushed Hermione. Hermione only felt the light and shadow in front of her eyes rotate, and she quickly sank into darkness.

The next second, Hermione's eyelashes trembled while she was lying on the bed, and she suddenly opened her eyes. She stared at the familiar furnishings in the room and felt the soft bed quilt under her body. Hermione was a little shocked.

Was this driven out by Loren?

That's too much. Didn't she just want to read more books...

Hermione turned over and buried her head in the pillow, taking a deep breath, and strange thoughts began to float in her groggy head.

Just wait, I will find a bookshelf to hide in and continue reading tomorrow night, and I will definitely not let Loren find out!

By the way, I think I only stayed in the library for one night last time.

Do you want to look into his eyes again?

Yes, you have to pick out his eyes before he wakes up.

……

The next morning.

The soreness in his eyes woke Loren up.

Without even opening his eyes, his eyes rolled down from the top of his eyelids, and his pupils quickly focused. Loren saw the fair little face in front of him. Hermione pressed her two sinful little hands on both sides of his temples, and spread him open with her thumbs and index fingers. His eyelids were hard to blink.

"..."

Can your eyes not be sore? Tears are about to flow out.

Loren realized what she was doing, quickly slapped her sinful hands away, and hurriedly rubbed his sore eyes: "Hermione, what are you doing, murder?"

She was still wearing light blue pajamas, and Loren suspected that she had planned the attack before dawn and came over without even washing up.

Hermione was stunned for a moment, then let go of her hands with a disappointed expression, and whispered softly: "There is no flame, and there is no Patronus, so I can't read tonight."

"Reading a book——"

Loren reached out and pinched her cheeks and pulled her cheeks hard to both sides. He didn't let go until the girl screamed in pain. He asked angrily and amusedly: "Are you still reading?"

"Look!"

Hermione's fair face turned red, but she still endured the pain and replied weakly.

Loren couldn't help but laughed in anger. He sat up from the bed and glanced at the sky outside. There were beautiful morning glow ribbons hanging in the sky. It was probably still early, at least Mr. and Mrs. Granger hadn't gone to work at the clinic yet.