The days at Hogwarts

The girl's soft and white fingers slapped the back of her hand, which still hurt a little. Loren retracted his unclean hand, opened his eyes and glared at me: "Oh, you're a Granger classmate, I was kind enough to help you digest some unhealthy food, but you hit me."

Hermione glanced at the roasted chicken leg that he had touched, pursed her lips, and silently pushed it into the man's plate with a spoon.

I was pinched by this person's hand, and I don't know what kind of sweets were on it, and maybe...

The girl glanced at his lips, and Loren was deeply hurt by the flash of disgust.

"You actually dislike me!"

"No."

"I saw it all!"

"You're wrong."

"It's impossible. My eyes have magic power and I can see clearly."

"..." Hermione picked up another chicken wing, "Then I'll give you some compensation."

Loren couldn't help but swallowed his saliva and muttered: "Such a small amount of compensation can't make up for the damage to my fragile heart, but seeing that you have a good attitude in admitting your mistake, I won't argue with you for the time being."

Hermione looked at him eating and couldn't help but curl up the corner of her mouth.

My mother said in the letter that you need to exercise restraint when getting along with the person you like. Only by exercising restraint can your love stay fresh and your happiness last as long as possible. She probably had a little objection, but as long as he was by her side, she would never get tired of it.

……

Fantasy book, library.

The deep blue seawater flooded the whole world, bubbles popped out from the solid wooden shelves and books, the faint sound from the bottom of the sea clung to the eardrums, and the cool touch reached directly into the mind.

A mermaid with smooth scales floated on the bookshelf, shaking its strong tail fin, and the invisible water waves it fanned overturned several thin volumes on the bookshelf next to it, and the pages flipped like wind.

An old man in a silver robe floated slowly through the air, holding a drama book in his hand, with a helpless look on his face. This library had been burned by fire and soaked by sea water. There was still something left for him to toss about next. There are not many ways left.

What's next, soil filling?

The strong mermaid waved his hand, and the underwater library immediately returned to its normal state. Loren landed in front of the old man and asked with a puzzled look on his face: "Why is it that the mermaid leader I saw today has basically no magic power, but the one that turned into foam?" Old Man Fish, is the magic light almost catching up with Dumbledore?"

"In fact, whether they are mermaids, centaurs or giants...these humanoid creatures can live well in nature by relying on their bodies and intelligence beyond animals, so they do not pay attention to magic research." Flamel focused on reading. Without raising his head, he said, "A few individuals with excellent talents can comprehend powerful enough magic from the ocean, stars and earth themselves, and become the elders of the tribe, so inheritance education does not focus on magic."

Loren's mind recalled all the centaurs he had seen, Firenze, Baine, Ronan...

It seems that he did not display any magic. Even when dealing with Voldemort, he only used hooves and bows. The only thing that can be related to magic is astrology, but this thing basically does not use magic.

However, humanoid creatures do not have any unique magic power. Since they all use magic, their own bodies are more suitable.

If you think about it this way, magical animals are really amazing.

After thinking about it for a moment, Loren let go of the wand, closed his eyes and concentrated on feeling his body.

A layer of slender, soft white hair grew silently from his skin, and at the top of his head, a straight sharp horn slowly grew. Unconsciously, his body lay horizontally in the air, and his limbs Turned into hooves. Half a minute later, a snow-white unicorn appeared on the spot.

Thanks to Professor Hagrid's teachings and the vivid teaching aids he found, Loren basically figured out the unicorn's body structure.

Loren tried raising his hoof and felt the magic power in his body again.

His body's instinct told him that the first way to attack was to hit him with his horn and then kick him with his hoof. If none of these work, you can lie down and wait for the enemy to drink the cursed blood, allowing him to continue his life while feeling powerful pain.

Hmm... In the magical world where it is constantly spitting fire and turning into stone, let's not say it is extremely powerful. It can only be said that it has no power at all.

Even a little cute.

Flamel looked up from the book and glanced at him: "You should have discovered that for you now, the magic power of most magical animals can no longer provide much help. The fire dragon's flames are not as good as yours. Li Huo, the petrification of the basilisk is only slightly faster than your binding spell... When you were in New York and Devon, you didn't have to transform into a basilisk to solve the problem. "

"Wizards are the most powerful magical animals."

Loren returned to his original appearance and spread his hands: "You are right, but a basilisk that suddenly appears is more troublesome than a powerful wizard that suddenly appears."

Chapter 487 Special Communication Training

After entering March, the sky is always filled with clouds that are not very white in color, as if they were drawn by a child with a pencil.

There has been much less rainfall, the grass is no longer perpetually wet, and the wet and muddy paths have become much drier. But the wind got stronger, and every time they went to the field outside, the late-spring cold wind still hurt their hands and faces.

Durmstrang's big ship was moored on the shore of the Black Lake. Its slender mast and folded canvas were constantly swayed by the wind, making a sound like an old man trying to breathe hard. The old shell like a sunken shipwreck swayed with the water waves. It makes people worry that it will disintegrate in the next moment.

A few screws on the stop sign protruding from the side of Ilvermorny's school bus were loose, swaying back and forth in the cold wind and making a constant creaking sound.

In addition to the little wizards, the postmen of Hogwarts hated the cold weather even more. They stayed in the sheds all day long and nestled in nests made of soft cloth. No owl is willing to go out to deliver letters in such weather, and even letters from other places cannot be delivered in time because the strong wind always blows them away from their target.

After the Herbology class ended on Monday morning, Loren and Hermione took some time to go to the Owlery and hand over their monthly letters home to Hanhan.

The spectacled owl cooed, flapped its wings, turned around and flew up into the sky, half of its feathers being blown around by the wind.

"The little spectacled owl has grown up and is a reliable postman."

Loren poked his head out to look for a while, but was soon blinded by the cold wind, so he timidly retracted his head behind the little witch, and pushed Hermione towards the paddock as if holding a shield.

Hermione was wearing a magic robe with wide sleeves. The March spring breeze, which was suddenly warm but still cold, blew all the moisture and coldness of the Forbidden Forest on her face, making the robe rustle, and goosebumps appeared on the exposed skin. .

Some owls are grown up and some are still very childish!

Hermione's face was expressionless, and there was no wave in her heart.

I even thought it was okay, at least this was in Hogwarts school, not in a Muggle city. Otherwise, if a car drove through a puddle on the roadside, this person would even push himself in front to block the mud and water.

Loren huddled behind her, half of his face pressed against the girl's back, her fragrance was soft and fragrant. The little witch's curly hair was lifted up by the wind, blowing strands on her face and neck, which made her feel a little itchy.

Monday morning was all outdoor classes, we just finished herbal medicine class, this time it was Care of Magical Creatures.

Walking through the greenhouse, we were close to the Forbidden Forest. The sound of rustling treetops first reached our ears. When we looked up, we saw Hagrid vigorously digging in the soil in front of his hut. He seemed to be reclaiming a piece of land to grow vegetables. .

The little wizards who arrived before them were chatting around a large cardboard box.

"The squid won't be returned to the factory..."

Loren muttered something, and he and Hermione moved closer to take a look.

They are a group of fluffy black little guys, with long flat duck-like snouts, flat front paws like two shovels, and a small bag on their belly.

"Haw!"

"Haw..."

The little ones looked up and blinked at the class, seemingly confused by the attention of so many people.

At first glance, it looks weird, but upon closer inspection, it actually looks a little cute.

It seems to be called Xiu Xiu, right?

Loren thought and observed.

It is said that Xiu Xiu has a gentle nature and will even be affectionate towards his master. However, it can destroy everything around it in search of shiny objects, so it is not suitable to be kept as a pet at home. If provoked, a Niffler may become aggressive.

"Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them" records a case from a hundred years ago. At that time, Gringotts' protective measures were not as strict as they are today. A clever Niffler once found a loophole and slipped in. It is said that the entire underground vault was almost destroyed. Evacuated.

It is said that the Niffler was unable to walk due to falling gold coins and was unwilling to throw away some of them, let alone transport them away in multiple batches. In the end, he was caught on the spot by the patrolling goblin, and both the person and the person got the stolen goods. He was incorporated into Gringotts as a safety test. member.

"Dear children, come closer!"

Hagrid shouted loudly and drew the students closer, "I think many of you have recognized them. These cute little guys are Sniffs. They can usually be seen underground in mines. They like shiny things...Here, look. ”

He threw a gold coin into the box, and a Sniff suddenly jumped up and bit it, scaring the little witches to take a few steps back.

"Very useful little treasure detectors." Hagrid said happily, "We can have fun playing with them today. Do you see there?"

He pointed to the large piece of newly opened land, which was the place where he had dug before, "I buried a few gold coins, two people worked in groups, one in each group, one Xiu Xiu, which group picked out the Xiu Xiu I will give a prize to whoever has the most gold coins.

"Take off all the valuable things you have on you, and then pick one to sniff.

“Get ready and let them go.”

After the treasure hunt officially started, Sniffs burrowed in and out of the field, just like in water. Each one hurried to the classmate who let them go and spat the gold coins into their hands.

"Little guy, why don't you go find the gold coins?"

Loren scratched the chin of the sniffer in front of him. The little guy narrowed his eyes in comfort and rubbed his hand affectionately.

"Ha!"

"Are you hungry? Would you like a biscuit?"

Hermione took out a chocolate chip cookie from somewhere, broke off a piece and handed it to Sniff's mouth.

The little guy sniffed a few times, opened his mouth suspiciously and swallowed, his eyes suddenly lit up: "Chirp!"

After eating three cookies in a row, the little guy didn't know whether he was full or tired of eating. He stopped opening his mouth no matter how much he was fed, and jumped up and down next to Loren. When she got tired of playing, she lay down in his arms, rolled out her soft belly, and blinked at him with her shiny black eyes.

What else can I do with it? I can't just knead it hard!

Hermione next to her was so envious that she wanted to hit someone.

……

In the Transfiguration classroom, the bell rang.

The professors at Hogwarts control class time very accurately. They occasionally leave early and never procrastinate except for a few Potions professors. As the head of Gryffindor and the school's vice-principal, Professor McGonagall occasionally uses a few minutes before get out of class to finish class. Talk about school affairs.

For example, students are reminded that they are not allowed to go near the Quidditch pitch, which was chosen as the venue for the third game of the Goblet of Fire and is undergoing rigorous construction.

Trespassing is considered a violation of school rules.

Seeing the little wizard's eyes flickering and the eager expression clearly hanging on his face, Professor McGonagall pursed her lips. She remembered the conversation with Dumbledore not long ago and couldn't help but feel a little silent.

"Does the construction of the site need to be inspected?" Dumbledore said with a deep look in his eyes and an inscrutable look on his face. "Disclose this news to the children properly, and some brave students will take the initiative to inspect it for us."

Just take the initiative to jump into the pit.

Professor McGonagall pursed her lips and returned to her expressionless expression: "Potter, Morgan, you two stay here for a moment, everyone else, get out of class is over!"

"Goodbye Professor!"

The little wizards in the classroom left in a hurry. It was Thursday morning. There were no other classes after the Transfiguration. They were free until lunch time. They could not wait to start a new adventure.

Hermione slowly packed up her books, making up her mind that as long as Professor McGonagall didn't take the initiative to mention it, she would stay shamelessly.

Ron in the back row glanced at Professor McGonagall and shrank his head, apparently having the same intention.

Are there any other activities?

Loren was puzzled and walked slowly to the desk with Harry.

"You two, come to the front, too." Professor McGonagall glanced behind and said softly, "I believe you already know that the warriors from other schools are doing special training with their principals, and we are still far away from the third project. It’s been a long time, so I’m going to give Harry some training as well.”

This was supposed to be Dumbledore's job!

Professor McGonagall paused and continued: "It's a good thing that you all are participating. Harry can practice dueling with wizards of different personalities and experience different fighting styles. I can also make suggestions for you based on your respective performances." Some suggestions, some dueling skills and awareness."

Hermione nodded thoughtfully. It seemed that the third item had a lot to do with the duel.

"It's not just you, I also made an appointment with Principal Fontana of Ilvermorny this weekend, hoping that the exchanges between our two schools can create wonderful sparks.

"Well, the first duel practice was between Harry and..." Professor McGonagall's eyes wandered over the three of them. Although the duel club was closed, she knew a few of them fairly well after getting along with each other for several years.

Loren is talented but a little lazy, Hermione has solid theoretical knowledge, but her shortcoming is that she relies too much on books in practice and is not flexible enough... The strengths and weaknesses of the two complement each other to a certain extent, and their duel strength should be stronger than Harry's.

"Harry and Ron come first."

The tables and chairs in the Transfiguration classroom were quickly moved to the wall, leaving enough space for them to perform.

"[Fainted]"

"[Expelliarmus]"

"[Tongtong Petrochemical]"

"[Expelliarmus]"

"..."

"[Expelliarmus]"

"..."

"[Expelliarmus]"

Ron hurriedly avoided the oncoming red beam. From the corner of his eye, he saw the disarming curse smashing a set of solid wood tables and chairs. The corners of his eyes couldn't help but twitch slightly.

Just, want to say something dirty.

Over the past few years, Harry and Ron had practiced dueling many times, and the results were mostly similar. In terms of spell level, Harry was much stronger, but Ron was always able to rely on anticipation and surprise attacks to barely maintain the situation.

Until he was knocked over by an unreasonable disarming curse.

This time the result was similar.