The days at Hogwarts

yeah!

Loren's evil plan succeeded and he cheered secretly in his heart.

His expression remained calm as he walked over, squatted down, looked into Hermione's eyes, and said with regret, "Alas, it seems you are not ready."

The little witch's eyes were wide open, staring at Loren's face. If there really was a magic that could make eyes materialize, Loren would have been shaved down to a skeleton.

Loren pretended to remove the curse from Hermione.

As soon as the spell was lifted, Hermione stood up and went to settle the score with Loren.

Loren squatted on the ground and looked up at Hermione with innocent eyes. His sky blue eyes were very clear, as if to say, what did I do wrong, I just asked "Are you ready?" a few more times.

Hermione couldn't find the fault and couldn't make trouble, so she bit her little white teeth together and said, "Come again!"

"Okay!" Loren answered readily and stood up.

The two dueled again.

Loren smiled happily, "Are you ready?"

When Hermione heard this, she wanted to wave her wand at Loren's face, but she held back and replied, "Yes." She didn't dare to relax at all and was always on guard against Loren's sudden attack.

"Are you ready?"

"Yes--"

"[Tongtong Petrochemical]"

Before Hermione could finish her answer, she was hit by another binding spell and fell to the ground.

You are dead, you are dead!

Hermione laid on the ground with her eyes closed, the words echoing in her mind.

Loren squatted next to Hermione again, wanting to chat with her. Seeing that Hermione had her eyes closed, he reached out and fiddled with the girl's eyelashes. The girl's eyes felt itchy and she couldn't help but open them.

"This is also part of actual combat. You have to learn to deal with sudden spells." Loren's tone sounded serious, and he looked into Hermione's eyes sincerely.

Hermione was led aside, as if that were indeed the case.

"Then let's continue."

After Loren removed the curse, he walked over to the side and assumed a dueling stance without waiting for Hermione to stand up.

"Are you ready?" Loren asked loudly.

Hermione quickly adjusted her posture, "Yes."...

The sparring was on the right track. With Loren's experience, Hermione could avoid many detours. The more powerful magic power would make it easier for Hermione to cast the Armor Spell.

Although she failed to defend against Loren's binding spell all morning, by the end of the sparring, Hermione was almost getting the feel of the magic barrier.

The two decided to strike while the iron was hot and continue sparring in the afternoon.

On the way to the auditorium for dinner, Loren hummed an unknown melody, and anyone could tell that he was in a good mood.

"Are you happy?"

Loren coughed twice and cleared his throat, "I have something important to announce."

Hermione tilted her head and looked at Loren, "You say."

"The current record between Hermione Granger and Loren Morgan is 22 to 23. Mr. Morgan is currently in the lead."

Chapter 57 Before the Quidditch Game [Seeking Follow-up Reading]

Sunday evening, Gryffindor common room.

Loren and Hermione came in from outside and saw Harry and Ron gathering a group of young wizards together. Ron was talking about something with a beaming smile on his face, while Harry and the other young wizards had painful expressions, full of rejection.

The two walked over and saw a brand new wand on the table.

Ron also saw the two of them, and stood up and greeted them, "Hey! Loren, Hermione, come and see my new wand."

Before Loren and Hermione could react, the faces of the young wizards around them became even more painful when they heard this.

The two found a place to sit down.

Ron looked very happy. "This is the one that Ollivander carefully selected for me. It's fourteen inches long, made of willow wood, and the core is unicorn tail hair -"

Harry interrupted Ron and quickly continued, "Willow is an extremely rare wand wood with extraordinary healing powers. Willow wands have very beautiful textures and are very suitable for casting advanced silent spells. However, willow wands are usually chosen by wizards with great potential."

The speaking speed is very fast, like a reading machine without emotion.

Ron glared at Harry and was about to continue.

Before Ron could say anything, Seamus quickly added, "Unicorn hair usually casts the most stable spells, and is least likely to fluctuate or get stuck. Wands with unicorn hair as their core are generally the least likely to succumb to the Dark Arts. They are the most loyal of all wands."

Ron couldn't stand it anymore. He was interrupted twice. He stared at the two of them angrily, "Hey! This is my wand."

"Yeah." Harry covered his head in pain. "You've been talking for an hour. You talk to everyone who comes in and you won't let us leave."

Seamus also complained: "We can all recite it by heart."

Loren and Hermione couldn't help but laugh.

Ron felt guilty, and his arrogance disappeared immediately. He muttered, "I'm just sharing my joy with you. After all, you are my roommates..."

"So how many buttocks do you have now?" Loren was more curious about this question than the wand.

Speaking of this, Ron perked up, "I couldn't believe it myself. I told my parents the whole thing, and they didn't blame me. They just asked me if my injury had healed."

Every parent will be angry when they hear that their child is in trouble, but every parent will be worried when they hear that their child is in danger. Mr. and Mrs. Weasley are not actually very angry, they are just worried about their children.

Ron remembered something and added, "My mother asked me to invite you to visit my house during the summer vacation."

Mrs. Weasley wanted to thank everyone for risking their lives to rescue Ron, especially Harry and Loren.

Harry and Hermione were very excited about this pure-blood wizard family. They were very curious. Loren was also very curious about the Burrow.

They all agreed.

After talking about Ron, the young wizards all relaxed and the topic gradually changed.

Harry talked about the Quidditch team. On the third Saturday in November, he would play in his first match in his life, Gryffindor against Slytherin.

"We haven't won the Quidditch trophy in four years, and Wood feels sorry for his former seniors." Harry talked about the historical record.

Hermione thought of the photo she had seen of Professor McGonagall jumping up and waving on the Quidditch pitch. Gryffindor must have been very strong in Quidditch in the past.

Harry thought of his father's medal for best seeker, and he wanted to be like his father.

Ron was very relaxed. "Don't worry Harry, our team has two Nimbus 2000s this year, and you are a talented seeker. The Quidditch trophy will definitely be ours."

Harry sighed. It was this kind of reliance on others that put a lot of pressure on him. After November, Wood changed the Quidditch training three nights a week to dragging anyone he could catch to the Quidditch field. He couldn't escape every night and had no time to rest for the whole week.

Loren recalled the plot of the Quidditch game, in which Harry was cursed by Quirrell and flew into danger. He survived with the help of Snape and Hermione and caught the Golden Snitch.

He has always been puzzled as to why Snape, knowing clearly that it was Quirrell who was causing trouble, did not attack Quirrell directly but instead cast a counter spell.

There is no answer, and it can only be attributed to the fact that the incident happened suddenly. Snape had no evidence and could not take direct action against Quirrell.

Laurent sorted out another thing that concerned him from his chaotic thoughts, and said to Harry, "You said you were always caught up in Quidditch training, and you have no free time for a week?"

Harry looked at him and nodded, "Is that so? Any questions?"

Loren's eyes moved between Harry and Ron. "Before that, let me ask you two, can you learn to make a troll cry?"

This is a strange question. Why would one ask about the troll's cry?

Ron nodded again, answering uncertainly, "Yes, right?"

Loren straightened up, leaned over to the two men's heads, and whispered, "Have you done your Transfiguration homework?"

Harry and Ron's pupils dilated as they suddenly remembered what happened on Monday.

In Ron's mind, he heard himself swearing loudly: 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 and Ron looked at each other and understood what the other meant: Who would remember to do homework after catching up on sleep?

"Ahem!" Luo Lun straightened his nonexistent tie, sat back in his chair, and extended his hand, saying, "Please start your performance."

"Roar!"……

Neville's memory is not very good, so he has the habit of writing a diary. Every night before going to bed, he will simply write down what he can remember that day.

“Sunday, November 1991, 11

...My two roommates are still copying Transfiguration homework, they call it reference. I don't understand why they always leave it for bedtime when even someone like me with a bad memory will remember to do it well, it's a bad habit, don't learn it...They swore firmly before that they would never do it again, so I heard the roar of the troll, very interesting..."

Monday, Transfiguration classroom.

After class, the students packed up their things and gradually left the classroom.

Loren approached Professor McGonagall who was packing up, "Professor McGonagall, I have a request."

"You say." Professor McGonagall was busy tidying up the books on the desk. She knew that Loren was not an easy child to take care of.

"I want to be the commentator for the Quidditch match." Loren wanted to find the best viewing seat.

Professor McGonagall piled several books together and picked them up. "The narrator has been confirmed to be Lee Jordan, and he will not be changed." As she said this, she was about to leave the classroom.

Loren hurried after him, "I can explain it with him."

"That's not necessary." Professor McGonagall didn't want to stay, nor did she want to agree. Loren was not a worry-free student, and she was worried that Loren would give her a big surprise in front of the whole school.

Loren grabbed Professor McGonagall's sleeve, trying to make an innocent and pitiful expression in his eyes, "As a child from a Muggle family, I just want to get closer to my classmates. I promise not to cause any trouble."

Professor McGonagall paused as she tried to determine if this was another troublemaker like the Weasley twins, but Loren did behave well in class and never did anything out of the ordinary.

"Come to my office tomorrow night. I will test you on some Quidditch rules. If you pass, I will let you be the commentator." Professor McGonagall gave in, but not completely.

"Of course!" Loren ran away happily.

……

At the dinner table, Loren sat next to Harry and asked if there was any quick way to learn the rules of Quidditch.

Harry said that he always trains with the team, and learns a rule every time he commits a foul. He has learned more than 100 rules so far. But if you ask him to say it, he can't, but he can take Loren to experience what behaviors are fouls.

Loren shook his head violently and said, I just want to be a commentator. I don’t need to go to the battlefield for real. You guys often break your hands and feet when playing Quidditch. This also allows me to experience foul behavior. I can’t come.

"Maybe you could read the book 'Quidditch Through the Ages'." Hermione heard their conversation and suggested to Lauren.

Lauren was surprised. He had always thought that Hermione didn't like Quidditch very much. "You actually read books about Quidditch?"

"This book is very interesting and can be read as a story." Hermione didn't say that she read some Quidditch books because of Professor McGonagall.

Loren went to the library and with the help of Madam Pince found the book, which was like a dictionary.

This book records the origins of Quidditch.

The name of Quidditch comes from its birthplace, Quidditch Marsh. A witch named Gertie Kidder, who lived near the marsh in the 11th century, wrote in her diary for several days about the development of Quidditch at the beginning and how various elements of the game were introduced.

Gertie initially complained about her annoyance when a group of people were playing on broomsticks over the swamp and the ball fell into her vegetable patch. She confiscated the ball and cast a curse on the person who asked for it. On the second day, the players did not give up and made a new ball. They also started throwing the ball into the woods at one end of the swamp to score points. This was the earliest prototype of the Quaffle and the scoring ring. On the third day, the players got two rocks to fly in the sky, trying to knock them off their broomsticks. This was the predecessor of the Bludger.

Later, the rules were gradually completed and evolved into what they are today.

Each team has 7 players, including: 1 goalkeeper, 2 beaters, 3 chasers, and 1 seeker. A total of 4 balls are used to play the game.

The Chaser is responsible for the Quaffle, and during the attack, he can score 10 points by shooting the ball into the opponent's goal. The Goalkeeper is responsible for defending the goal, so he can touch the ball with his whole body, and he can also participate in the frontcourt attack with the Quaffle.

Two heavy Bludgers will automatically fly around the court, trying to knock players (especially those holding the Quaffle) off their brooms. The Beater must use a bat to hit the Bludgers out, either to protect his own players or to attack and interfere with the opposing players.

The last ball is the Golden Snitch, which flies around the court at high speed. The Seeker gets 150 points if he catches the Snitch. If he fails to catch the Snitch, the game cannot end. The story mentions a game that lasts three months, with players taking turns to complete it.

I will not go into details about the historical evolution of Quidditch later.

Loren quickly scanned the book and took it back to his dorm to sleep. He quickly became familiar with the various rules and fouls in the fantasy book.

Flamel was indignant and scolded Loren for not studying so hard...

It was not until the next morning that Loren shook his swollen head, walked to the window, and took a few breaths of cold fresh air before he gradually woke up.

Please read on.

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Chapter 58 Hogwarts in Early Winter 【Seek further reading, seek investment】

Breakfast time, at the Gryffindor table.

Harry picked up the bread with difficulty, put it in his mouth and took a bite. He chewed for a long time, but couldn't swallow it for a long time. After trying one bite, Harry put the bread back on his plate and scratched the plate weakly with his knife and fork.