The days at Hogwarts

Okay, just do it yourself.

Unsure whether using a knife would affect the medicinal properties of the herbs, Loren planned to use Transfiguration to complete the operation.

"【Wingardium Leviosa】"

The skin that Snape cut off was suspended in the air, and a blade was created on it using Transfiguration without changing the material.

Loren was not able to use the levitation spell to flexibly operate this special blade to cut the tuber skin. He could only slowly control the blade to make a slit in the tuber.

After completing this step, he put the epidermis aside, exhaled, and prepared for the next step. Loren planned to expand the incision of a slit to the interface between the epidermis and the flesh through deformation, so that a layer of skin could be completely peeled off.

Such a delicate transformation was quite a challenge for him.

Loren imagined the result of the transformation in his mind and pointed the tip of his wand at the black tuber.

"That's it." Snape interrupted the Transfiguration that was being prepared. "Although it is uncertain whether it will succeed, it at least proves that you are not an idiot who will just sit and wait for death."

"Just one drop of the mucus of the Andean nightmare potato can put you into a coma until graduation." He pointed his wand in the air, moving it back and forth, cutting out the tuber in front of Loren and suspending it in the air.

"You can go back." Snape looked straight ahead to check the degree of solidification of the tuber mucus.

Can't you just ask me directly if I have any ideas? You have to torture me instead.

"Good night, professor." Loren complained in his heart, but with a smile on his face, he turned around and left.

As soon as I walked out of the storage room, Snape's voice came from behind, "Take the things on the table away, and you'd better give me a different result next week."

This is the professor, this is the professor, Loren told himself, taking a deep breath.

There was a palm-sized bottle on the table, which he was already familiar with; it contained wolfsbane potion.

Loren picked up the potion and found a piece of parchment under the bottle. It should be homework or something. He took the parchment and left without even looking at it. He didn't want to stay in this office any longer.

Walking slowly back to the Gryffindor common room, Loren put the potion in the pocket of his robes and then opened the parchment to see what the homework for this week was.

The ink on the parchment was not dry yet, so it must have been written not long ago. The first line in the middle read: Divine Sharpness Shadowless Curse.

……

When I returned to the dormitory, Neville was already snoring in the room. He had jumped up the Gryffindor Tower today and experienced huge emotional fluctuations from sorrow to joy. He was very tired both physically and mentally.

Loren climbed onto the bed, and a silver light appeared from under the quilt where no one could see.

The duel practice room of the Book of Fantasy.

The drawing of the magic rune has encountered a bottleneck. Before understanding the true meaning of the magic rune, the reverse magic rune cannot echo the normal magic rune, and practice will not help.

Flamel wasn't surprised that Loren chose the duel practice room.

"[Shen Feng Wu Ying]"

Loren waved his wand, aiming directly at Flamel who was floating in the air and flipping through the parchment.

"No, your wand didn't fire anything."

Flamel looked at the parchment without even looking up and exclaimed: "The wizard who invented this spell is extremely talented and has realized the characteristics of cutting perfectly."

The parchment contained the contents of Shenfeng Wuying, a fantasy book reproduced according to Loren's memory.

"But I don't recommend you to continue practicing." Flamel raised his head.

Hearing this, Loren stopped waving his wand and looked at Flamel in confusion, "Why?"

"The cutting in the spell is irreversible. In words you can understand -" Flamel paused, "This is black magic."

"Dark magic?!"

Chapter 92: Farce in the Grandstand

"For wizards, common cuts are not serious injuries and can be healed quickly using herbs such as Dictamni."

Flamel explained to Loren the dangers of the Divine Edge Shadowless Curse, "But the damage caused by this spell is difficult to heal using conventional means, unless a counter-spell is used on the spot."

"As a means of combat, this is an excellent trait, isn't it? Not to mention for processing herbs."

Loren believes that no matter whether it is black magic or normal magic, it is good magic if used in the right way. Magic is just a tool. Ultimately, it depends on whether the wizard who masters the magic is a black wizard.

Flamel smiled and said, "I agree with you to some extent, but what stops you is not just the unpredictable power of black magic."

"Why is that?" Loren asked.

Flamel waved his hands, and a cloud of white mist emerged from his sleeves and filled the air.

The duel room suddenly darkened, with only the diffuse mist glowing.

A young wizard emerged from it, with a handsome face and a gentle smile.

In the first scene, the young wizard begins talking to himself in front of the black firelight. This is the scene of him studying black magic.

"Black magic is called black magic because such spells can have an alienating effect on less resolute souls."

As Flamel spoke, the handsome face of the young wizard who studied black magic became thin and hideous, his smile became crazy, and the black flames in front of him turned into human corpses.

"If you are not firm enough, people who are attracted by black magic will unconsciously lose some of their human qualities, and gradually fall into the abyss and self-destruct."

The black wizard in the picture was engulfed in black flames and eventually burned into a pile of bones.

The white mist in the space dissipated and the duel room became bright again.

Flamel looked serious. "As a unique field, black magic has profound insights into the exploration of emotions and souls. But I think you should wait until you grow up a little and have your own understanding of the world before you get involved in black magic."

Loren understood that the alienation and pollution of the soul by black magic was not some kind of stable magical effect, but the result of some wizards' excessive desire for power or desire, and their addiction to black magic dragged themselves into the abyss.

This was consistent with his impression. After all, Dumbledore was a master of the Dark Arts, and he had never been seen to sink into darkness.

What Flamel meant was to wait for a mature cognition and a complete world view before getting in touch with black magic.

Thinking of this, Loren breathed a sigh of relief. If he was really just an eleven-year-old wizard, he should have listened to Flamel's advice. But he was not.

Loren couldn't tell Flamel the reason, so he had to discuss it with him.

The two made an agreement that if Flamel noticed any abnormality in Loren's temperament, he should stop practicing the dark arts and seek help from Dumbledore.

In this way, the progress of studying the Divine Sword Shadowless Spell slowly moved forward again.

Saturday morning, restaurant.

Yesterday's rain seemed to have cleared away all the moisture accumulated by the recent dark clouds. Although the sky was still gloomy in the morning, the rain had stopped.

The fact that it wasn't raining made Harry feel good. He had to train all day today, so it was always good if it wasn't raining.

Neville seemed to have gotten over what happened before. He ate very happily and came over to talk to Harry and Ron from time to time. The three of them agreed to go to the Quidditch field together.

"Would you like to try the Seeker position?" said Harry.

"I, I'd better take a look first." Neville had a smile on his face. He had already written to his family to exchange for a suitable wand, and he was looking forward to the future.

"There will be Quidditch recruiting in the second year, maybe we should all try." Ron felt that he had some chances.

The three of them were discussing Quidditch excitedly, while Loren remained silent, trying not to attract their attention. He buried his head and sipped the pumpkin porridge in small sips, which tasted warm and sweet.

I was thinking about how to trick Neville if he found out that he didn't have any Quidditch talent. Maybe I could say that Harry's father was a seeker...

There was no class today, and Hermione's curly brown hair was unkempt, loosely falling over her shoulders.She watched Loren eat like an ant and knew he was full.

"Come on, practice spells with me."

The little witch took Loren to the Room of Requirement to practice the Traceless Stretching Spell for a whole day.

When they returned to the Gryffindor common room in the evening, Harry, Ron and Neville had already returned and were sitting around on the benches.

"Loren! Hermione! Come here quickly, you have no idea how incredible what happened today is." Ron called out to Loren loudly.

He put one hand on Neville's shoulder and waved the other excitedly, "If you ask me, Neville's flying speed is beyond the reach of many Quidditch players. It would be great if he could overcome his fear of heights."

Hearing such praise, Neville smiled a little shyly: "I'm not that afraid anymore."

During the day on the Quidditch field, Neville was still afraid of heights when he rode on his flying broom, and he would feel dizzy when he flew to a certain height, but he flew very fast close to the ground, which amazed everyone on the Quidditch field.

The twins teased him that he was a flexible fat man.

"Being dizzy in the air is a physical fear of heights."

"This can't be the psychological trauma left by the flying lesson. You should have been afraid of heights even earlier." Hermione's long eyelashes fluttered as she seemed to be thinking about something. Both of her parents were doctors, so she had some medical knowledge from them.

Neville frowned and recalled, "When I was 8 years old, Uncle Algie threw me off the building to help me awaken my magic. I remember falling to the ground and then bouncing up, flying across the garden and landing on the road far away."

Neville scratched his head: "It seems that I have been afraid of heights since then."

"What!?" Hermione screamed angrily, "This is murder, torture, he should be put in jail!"

"Calm down, calm down Hermione." Loren pressed her shoulder to comfort her, "His uncle is a wizard, he will definitely not let Neville fall to his death."

It took several people's persuasion to calm Hermione down.

Unbeknownst to Neville, his Uncle Algie almost ended up in Azkaban for child abuse.

As Gryffindor's second Quidditch match approached, Wood's training became more rigorous, regardless of rain or snow. Quidditch players even turned off the lights when they returned to the common room several times.

"If Filch was smart, he would have waited in front of the Fat Lady."

"Everyone is caught, and they are all considered night wanderers."

The twins complained, but Wood's training did not decrease because of the complaints.

Neville often followed Harry to watch their Quidditch training and was gradually overcoming his fear of heights.

On Friday of the second week of the next school year, in Snape's office.

In the dim light, Snape was marking homework at his desk, and Loren was in the storage room.

He was staring at a box of potatoes piled in front of him, each of which was cut in half by the Divine Edge Shadowless Curse.

"Use the counter-spell to remove the Sharp Spell on the potatoes, and then restore them to their original state."

Thinking back to Snape's request, Loren couldn't understand how a person could be so fickle. Last week he was supposed to be peeling tubers, but this week he was practicing counter-spells.

Alas, people are under the eaves, what can they do?

Loren took out his wand and just treated it as practice.

"【Quick Healing】"

"【Quick Healing】"

"【Quick Healing】"

The monotonous sound of incantations echoed in the dark and quiet office of the Potions Professor.

Thanks to the help of the correction talent, Loren's [Rapid Healing] can quickly remove the remaining Sharp Edge Shadowless Spell on the cut surface of the potato and make them fit together again.

It can be seen that Snape cut these potatoes casually. The magic on them is not strong, and it should be possible to clear them even without the help of talent, but it will be slower.

"Professor Snape, I'm done." Loren rubbed his arm, which was a little sore from waving the wand. He felt that he had not consumed much magic power, but more physical strength.

Hearing this, Snape's quill stopped moving. The speed was much faster than expected, which meant that he was not addicted to the dark magic.

"Don't be so obsessed with power that you lose sight of certain things." Snape's quill continued to move.

"Professor, you probably wanted me to learn the Shadowless Curse as quickly as possible, why did you suddenly change it to a counter-curse?" Loren still felt something was wrong.

Snape didn't answer, what was he going to say.

Recently, he discovered that Miss Know-It-All always acts alone instead of with Loren as before. This situation brought back some similar memories in his mind, and he thought that Loren might be addicted to power and indifferent to his friends.

Loren never dreamed that the root of today's incident was Hermione.

Seeing that Snape didn't answer, nor let him leave, he turned around and asked another question he had forgotten before, "Professor, why did you suddenly become a Quidditch referee?"

Snape snorted, "Even though there is a looking glass, even if we get an early warning on the field, it will be too late to save the famous savior. I am the referee so that he can survive."

After a pause, he then mocked: "That stupid Mr. Potter might think I'm going to kill him."

Speaking of Harry Potter, Snape became furious and took his anger out on Loren: "You can go back now."

"Good night, professor." After saying that, Loren retreated quickly, leaving innocent people in the dark.

As the date of the match approached, a depressing atmosphere permeated the Gryffindor students, the dull powder keg was filled with saltpeter, and everyone was waiting to light it.

The competition was held in the afternoon. The weather was neither good nor bad. It didn't rain, but the clouds were always gloomy recently.

The first-year wizards gathered in a stand, secretly cheering for Harry.

Neville couldn't understand why Ron and Hermione both had their wands out and were holding them in their hands, as if they were ready to fight at any time.

Speaking of wands, his grandmother wrote back and asked him to take some time off after the Quidditch game to go to Ollivander's and buy a wand of his own.