The days at Hogwarts

Loren smiled and shook his head and leaned over: "Count me in, I still have snacks and candies here, it's all Hermione's fault, otherwise you would still be able to drink the principal's special pumpkin juice."

"The principal's pumpkin juice..." Ron showed a confused expression, "Let's forget it."

Seamus, Dean and others came over and curiously asked about the magic that overturned the professor. They gave up after learning that it was the property of the Iron Armor Curse, and dispersed to study the Iron Armor Curse without much dedication.

"What did Dumbledore tell you alone?" Harry reached for a few licorice wands and asked with a blink, "Does the professor want to put you in solitary confinement? Hermione didn't do anything. Does it count as a violation to accuse the professor?" School rules?”

Loren opened his mouth and came: "Tell us to teach you Occlumency."

"Occlumency..."

Harry's expression became complicated. He had been learning this magic for several years. Except for making some progress when he first came into contact with it, he still couldn't figure it out, let alone closed it off.

Harry held it in for a long time, and finally asked in a low voice: "I also know that I should practice Occlumency. I also said it during the summer vacation, but practicing according to the method Sirius taught me, there has been no progress. Loren, Hermione, you guys What is a good way?"

Hermione opened her mouth but stopped talking.

Forget it, Occlumency is Occlumency, Harry should really learn it.

"A good idea..." Loren put his chin on his hand thoughtfully, "The best way is to fight Legilimency and practice in the confrontation."

Harry's eyes lit up: "Then do you know how to legilimens? I can practice with you."

Hermione shook her head, and Loren waved his hand: "I suggest you go to Professor Snape. He is a famous Legilimency master. Maybe you can gain something unexpected during your practice."

"Snape..."

Harry repeated in a muffled voice, with a troubled expression on his face.

Hermione couldn't help but look at Loren, wanting to ask him what his conspiracy was.

"What are you looking at?"

Loren glanced at her, stuffed a piece of cockroach into her mouth, scratched the bridge of her nose, and then got up and walked upstairs.

The new semester is a new atmosphere. He needs to go to bed early and get up early to study hard. Why stay up late here with these bad students?

Really.

……

Wednesday, 9am.

Potions classroom on the ground floor.

In the first Potions class in fourth grade, Loren stepped into the classroom.

For no other reason, he stayed in bed for a while, and Hermione came down first with his textbook to take his place, so he delayed eating breakfast for a while.

It's all Hermione's fault anyway.

Before Professor Snape arrived, as soon as Loren entered the classroom, he saw Hermione in the second row with her head down reading a book. The seat next to her was empty, and it seemed that it was reserved for him.

"Good morning, Hermione."

"..."

Hermione glanced sideways. The school bell had just ended when this man sat down next to him with his free hand. He was talking about going to bed early and getting up early yesterday, but today he was almost late. She was a little speechless.

Loren flipped through the potions textbook happily: "This is the first potion class of the new semester. I will probably talk about the course schedule for this school year and let us take care of the crucible. There will be no after-school homework."

Hermione lowered her head and prepared silently.

As Loren expected, Professor Snape asked them to maintain the crucible. The maintenance process was not complicated, but it was also a meticulous job. They first wiped it with a damp cloth, then burned it with a flame to remove the dirt on it, and finally wiped it again. .

"Everyone come together!"

Snape said calmly, his black eyes shining slightly, "Let's see how Longbottom burns the third crucible. I have no doubt about it. After all, no one will just watch the crucible burning red and softening on the flames. , until it melts and flows down."

Neville: ...

He could explain that the first crucible was too old, so the dirt melted before it fell off. The second crucible was fine, but Snape was standing behind him, and the cold feeling all over his body always made him feel warm. The illusion that it was not enough was burned away.

Neville watched silently as the flames licked the third crucible. In less than ten seconds, the copper crucible turned into red copper juice and flowed down half of the stone table along the stove.

"!!"

Neville closed his eyes in pain, feeling a little depressed.

The running Gorgon! Another aging crucible!

"The fourth crucible..." Professor Snape said coldly.

Listening to the sneers behind him, Neville pursed his lips, picked up the fourth crucible with pliers, and carefully placed it on the stove.

Ten seconds later, the hot copper juice flowed quietly.

Neville: "..."

After burning seven cauldrons in a row, Neville's expression was completely numb. Even when he heard Professor Snape punishing him to disembowel a large bucket of horned toads, there was no wave in his eyes.

He used the horoscope taught by Professor Trelawney last night for divination, and the horoscope gave him six sun signs. If one of the six crucibles at the back has not aged, and vice versa, it proves that this is the intention of the goddess of luck...

After class, Loren came to the podium as usual, looked at Snape who was packing up his books, and asked, "Professor, how will the activities and courses of the Potions Club be arranged this school year? Are they the same as last year?"

Snape said expressionlessly: "Affected by the competition, the club has suspended operations for a year."

"Okay professor, bye professor."

Loren stepped back obediently, pulling Hermione and walking quickly out of the classroom.

The professor seems to be in a bad mood...

Seeing that there was no one in the underground classroom, Harry walked slowly to Snape: "Professor..."

Snape gave him a cold glance.

"..." Harry hesitated again, but thinking about Occlumency, which had not progressed for several years, he still plucked up the courage to speak, "Professor, I want to learn Occlumency from you...Dumbledore said -"

Snape frowned, looked at Harry for a while, then turned around and left with the textbook.

"Saturday afternoon, my office."

……

Thursday afternoon, Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom.

It's been almost a week since school started, and Professor Moody's name has spread throughout the castle. There's still half an hour before the school bell, and the classroom is already full of fourth-grade wizards.

"Loren, you know why Snape has such a bad temper, don't you?" Ron asked softly.

Harry sat next to Ron and Hermione sat next to Loren in the front row of the classroom. At this time, they were watching Loren teach Neville how to recite a descaling spell that could remove toad guts from under his fingernails. .

"Perhaps it was because of Moody that he caused Professor Snape to miss the position of Defense Against the Dark Arts professor again..." Harry guessed.

Loren and Hermione didn't say anything. They felt that Snape was guarding Moody.

Whenever Snape and Moody came into contact, such as at dinner or passing each other in the corridor, Snape was clearly avoiding Moody.

Hermione thought that Snape might have discovered some loopholes in Moody's disguise, while Loren thought that Snape might be subconsciously guarding against Aurors due to his former status as a Death Eater.

Deng, Deng, Deng...

Moody's distinctive footsteps gradually approached along the corridor. The little wizards in the classroom became silent in tacit agreement, and the atmosphere became somewhat solemn.

He walked into the classroom, looking as weird and scary as ever, his claw-like wooden feet peeking out from under his robes.

"Put these things away," Moody said gruffly, walking to the podium with a cane and sitting down, "I said you don't need these textbooks."

Moody took out the roster, shook his head, shook his long gray hair away from his twisted, scarred face, and began to call names. His normal eye moved down the list, and his magic eye kept turning around, staring at each student who responded.

What was surprising was that when he saw Loren and a group of people around him, he smiled strangely, making his scar-covered face even more distorted and weird.

"I have already met some of you in advance, and you can say that I am deeply impressed!" Moody laughed hoarsely, "I have to say, you learned the disarming spell well, Harry Potter! Then The application of the Iron Armor Charm is wonderful, Loren Morgan! If you want to become an Auror after graduation, I can write you a letter of recommendation..."

Chapter 446 Defense Against Dark Arts Lesson

"All right!"

Professor Moody suddenly looked solemn: "Introduce yourself, Alastor Moody, a former Auror, dissatisfied with the Ministry of Magic, your new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor... I came because Dumbledore asked me to teach, It’s that simple, nothing more.”

"Is there a problem?"

Moody's eyes searched the little wizards, and he forced a smile and continued, "I received a letter from Professor Lupin, introducing the situation of this course. It seems that on how to deal with dark magical animals, You've learned a lot of the basics...you've learned how to deal with boggarts, red hats, hinkpunks, grindylows, Cabba, and werewolves, right?"

"..." The students whispered in agreement.

"But when it comes to how to deal with spells, you haven't learned enough, not enough!" Moody clapped his rough hands, "Spells, they have many forms, and their effects are different. You are not in the sixth grade, so it is normal. "For me, I shouldn't tell you what the illegal Dark Curses look like. According to the regulations of the Ministry of Magic, I should only teach you various breaking spells now."

"But in my opinion, the sooner you understand what you are dealing with, the better. If you have never seen something, how can you protect yourself from it?"

"If a wizard wants to recite an illegal spell for you, he will not tell you his plan. He will not recite the spell for you in a frank, fair and polite manner... To defend against black magic, I always advocate more practice. Therefore. , I am going to let you experience what wizards do among themselves."

"You must be ready and alert! You'd better put that thing away while I'm talking, Miss Brown."

Moody's rotating magic eye locked on Lavender's body. Lavender's face turned red and she hurriedly put away the fortune-telling chart hidden under the table.

Moody continued to lecture, but the magic eye was still locked on Lavender: "First of all, can any of you tell me how many types of Unforgivable Curses there are?"

This question shocked the hearts of the little wizards. No one raised their hands for a long time. Even Hermione hesitated: "Three kinds, sir."

Moody turned around and wrote Unforgiven on the blackboard, and then asked in an appreciative tone: "Then why is it called this?"

"Because they are unforgivable, and using any of them will—"

"They will send you directly to Azkaban, that's right." Moody's chalk clicked on the blackboard. "The Ministry of Magic said that you are too young and should not experience such a curse, but I don't think so. I think, as I just said, you must know your opponent, be prepared at all times, and..."

Moody suddenly slowed down and stared at Seamus with his eyes: "Find another place to put the gum instead of sticking it under the desk, Finnigan!"

Loren and others sitting in the front row turned and looked back. Seamus was startled. As he put down his chewing gum, he couldn't help but whisper: "No, this old man has eyes behind his back."

Before he finished speaking, a piece of chalk was thrown directly at him, and Moody shouted in a rough voice: "And it's easy to hear!"

In the silent classroom, Hermione carefully observed what the fake Professor Moody was doing. At least for now, he seemed to be a qualified Defense Against the Dark Arts professor, perhaps even better than the previous professor.

Hermione was thinking to herself, and her eyes were unconsciously attracted to the white quill that was constantly shaking under her eyes. Looking sideways, Loren was spinning his brand new quill, which was white and reflective, attracting attention.

"..."

How long has it been since then, and he still has the heart to write?

Hermione held down his restless hand, and the shaking quill fell to the table.

……

On the third floor, the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor's office.

Dumbledore and Snape stood in a room filled with weird things. It was dark and quiet, with dark curtains covering the windows and only thin light coming in.

They had also been here when the previous owners of the office were here. During those days when Lockhart was here, the walls were covered with photos of Lockhart smiling and studying. When Lupine was here, he often encountered some very strange and new dark magic animals, which Lupine brought for students to learn in class.

There are a lot of weird gadgets in the office now, probably things Moody used when he was an Auror.

There are various detection equipment on the table, mirrors and silverware rotate slowly, occasionally reflecting strange figures.

On the corner of a small table, there was a strange golden antenna, which was suddenly twisted as if it had been broken off, and was making a gentle buzzing sound.

"Alastor's detector will tremble when it detects conspiracy and lies, just like it does now." Dumbledore looked at the antenna with interest and twirled his beard in annoyance, "It seems like there is no way to send someone here." It comes in handy, the kids are making up lies about their unfinished summer homework these days, there are too many distractions.”

Snape's expression was cold: "Have you ever thought that the detector kept ringing because it detected the conspiracy of the fake Mad-Eye?"

"Well..." Dumbledore thought seriously for a moment, "You are right, Severus, it is indeed possible... So, have you found the evidence? Are you sure that Alastor was disguised as Polyjuice Potion? of?"

"Although Morgan is lazy, slow, and always gets things done, he has an excellent mentor..."

Dumbledore glanced sideways for a moment. Severus' tone was calm and his expression was calm. Those who didn't know it thought he was praising someone else.

"...Polyjuice potion is a very classic potion. That night he peeked into my storage room. Although he was well disguised, his magic eyes were always paying attention to the African tree snake skin." Snape finally made a judgment .

"It seems that our friend is eyeing your medicinal ingredients, and he is making long-term plans for his own polyjuice potion." Dumbledore said with a smile.

Snape's forehead twitched a few times. Dumbledore looked at the furnishings in the room, quietly feeling the warning magic attached to various things, and thinking about how to explore this office without touching these magics.

And, find Alastor...

There was something similar to a mirror hanging on the wall opposite, but what it reflected was not the scene in the room. There were many dark figures dangling around inside, but they were all blurry and couldn't be seen clearly.

Suddenly, a figure stuck to the mirror. The blurry and distorted mirror made it difficult to see the facial features. Only the eyes, which had no pupils and were all white, were particularly clear.

Snape was startled and glanced at the principal calmly.

"Oh, magic mirror, I haven't seen it in many years..." Dumbledore smiled easily, "Alastor once told me that if you can see the whites of those figures' eyes clearly, it means you are really in trouble. , then we need to open the box.

Upon hearing this, Snape looked towards the deepest part of the office.

The most conspicuous box in the room is placed under the window there. It is made of wood and covered with white veins like crescent moons and willow branches. The keyholes of seven locks are lined up in a row.