The days at Hogwarts

The white cream on the cake splashed onto the sofa and the faces of the little wizards around.

"Hail Harry!"

George and Fred picked up a large ball of cream and threw it out. Although they shouted "Hail Harry", the cream immediately hit Percy's face.

"You two!" Before Percy could finish his scolding, a ball of cream blocked his mouth.

The cream war started instantly, and cream was flying all over the lounge.

The candles were placed high up to prevent the cream from accidentally getting on them, and they had planned this long ago.

"Hail to Wood!" Angelina shouted, and put a ball of cream on Wood's head. She had wanted to do this for a long time.

“Hail to Wood!”

The Quidditch players united and buried Wood with Harry.

Wood was smiling, even though his eyes were covered with cream and he couldn't open them.

Harry kept dealing with the cake flying into his face with a smile on his face, quickly putting the Forbidden Forest out of his mind.

"Barbaric, too barbaric." Hermione hid behind Loren and said these words with disgust.

But there was a cunning gleam in the little witch's eyes, and she was eager to find a big cream cake and smear it on Loren's face from behind.

……

In the dormitory, Loren and the other four were lying on the bed with satisfied smiles on their faces.

Neville accidentally burped, and the burp tasted like creamy sweetness.

Loren turned over and faced Ron, "Is the word Mudblood really that dirty? Hermione and I didn't feel anything, and you just rushed out."

Hearing this, Ron restrained his smile and said, "It's very dirty. There are few words in the wizarding world that are dirtier than Mudblood. Even if Professor McGonagall is here, she will support us in beating him up."

"Yeah!" Neville nodded vigorously.

"You guys didn't even call me when you were fighting..." Seamus muttered to himself. He felt very sorry for missing the opportunity to beat up the Slytherin.

"If I had known I wouldn't have removed the curse from Crabbe. I would have asked the prefects to look for him when they counted the number of people at night." Harry felt that today was a perfect day. He won the Quidditch match, Ron and his friends beat up Malfoy's henchmen, and he also caught Snape's flaw at night.

Harry planned to discuss this with Ron and Hermione before deciding whether to mention this to Lauren.

As his roommates spoke up one after another, Loren felt a warm feeling in his heart. "Why don't you tell the professor? Shouldn't a chess player think a few more steps?"

"Will telling the professor allow us to beat him up?" said Ron.

Telling the professor that the most he could do is deduct Slytherin's points and put them in detention would be no better than beating him up.

"If you ask me, Neville is the really brave one. He was the one who held Crabbe back, and I took the opportunity to beat him." Ron exclaimed.

Crabbe was stronger than Neville and both Rons put together, but Neville didn't care about himself and held on to Crabbe tightly, so Ron found an opportunity to punch him in the face several times.

Neville couldn't help but laugh when he heard the compliment, "I just wanted to beat him up at the time, I didn't care about anything else."

"Neville is indeed a Gryffindor..."

Loren didn't read the Fantasy Book tonight. He chatted with his roommates until late at night and fell asleep without knowing when.

The next morning, Harry found an opportunity to take Ron and Hermione to an empty classroom and told them what he saw and heard in the Forbidden Forest.

"Snape must be trying to force Quirrell to help him get the Philosopher's Stone." Harry finally concluded.

"You mean to say that the Philosopher's Stone is safe only if Professor Quirrell can fend off Snape?" Hermione asked.

"possible."

"If you ask me, Quirrell looks very timid. He won't be able to hold out for long."

The three finally decided to pay more attention to the movements of Snape and Quirrell to determine whether the Philosopher's Stone was safe.

Snape became even more gloomy and irritable. He walked around the school all day, staring at Quirrell with terrifying eyes from time to time. To Harry and the others, all this meant that he had not succeeded yet and the Philosopher's Stone was still safe.

It was another Wednesday night. After observing today's stars, they went back to the lounge together.

"It's such a gloomy day. I can't see any stars at all. How am I supposed to write a report?" Ron complained, rubbing his neck.

Except for Loren, the other little wizards also made the same move, and their necks were very stiff.

The weather in the UK is very unstable, always rainy, especially at the end of winter. They strained their necks to look at the star telescope for a long time before they could barely see some tiny lights.

"Find a day when you can see the stars and record the astronomical phenomena. Write about one of the nine planets each time, and occasionally write about the moon, other meteors and comets. One stargazing session is enough to take up most of the semester."

Loren walked lazily behind. He observed the condition of Mars on the tower. After confirming that he still couldn't tell whether it was bright or not, he stopped bothering his neck.

When Harry and Ron heard this idea, their eyes lit up and they said excitedly, "Good idea!"

"No!" Hermione objected to the idea. "That's lying. The report should truthfully record the observed astronomical phenomena."

"It's not like the professor would look carefully," Ron muttered.

Loren and Harry nodded, they had the same idea.

Hermione was furious. "It just won't work."

"Got it." The three of them dealt with Hermione. They were all used to Hermione's seriousness and knew how to deal with her.

"You guys!" Hermione also heard how they were dealing with each other. She turned her head and stared at Loren. "I want to check your future stargazing reports."

"Check it if you want. You can't verify it anyway." Loren muttered in a low voice.

Astrology is something that seems to be true but is not. I wrote that Venus became brighter and the rings on Saturn became darker in color, but who knows whether it is true or not?

Also, why are you targeting me alone?

When passing the corridor on the fourth floor, Hermione, Harry and Ron slowed down. While Loren was not paying attention, they put their ears to the door of Fluffy's room to listen to see if Fluffy was still inside.

After the Quidditch match, they did this every time they passed by. Loren had already noticed it, but he just pretended not to see it.

After walking past the fourth floor, the group's footsteps suddenly became lighter.

Halfway down the corridor, they met Professor Quirrell who was walking towards them.

He was wearing a black robe and a purple scarf wrapped bulkily on his head. His face was pale and his figure was thinner than before, but there was a spirit in his eyes.

Thinking of the smell of Quirrell, Loren subconsciously held his breath and leaned aside to let Quirrell pass first.

Hermione and the other two showed Quirrell kind and encouraging smiles. Quirrell had persisted until now and had not succumbed to Snape. They felt that this professor was not that bad.

After Quirrell walked away, Loren took a deep breath and said, "Fortunately it is winter. I can't imagine how I will be able to have the Defense Against the Dark Arts class when the weather gets warmer."

The weather is dry and cold in winter, so the smell on Quirrell is less. When the temperature gradually rises, there may really be a few young wizards who will be attacked and sent to the school infirmary because of the evil smell of garlic.

"Be polite, Loren. Professor Quirrell is better than we think," Harry advised.

"Then why don't you sit in the front during Defense Against the Dark Arts class?" Loren raised his eyebrows. What a hypocrite (Harry loves Voldemort).

The three of them were silent. This question could not be refuted. Compared to defending Quirrell, their own noses were more important.

Chapter 94 I Have Understood the Magic Rune

In an ordinary Transfiguration class.

At the beginning of the next school year, some little wizards worked hard for a while because of their guilt. During that period, no one whispered in the class and everyone completed their homework seriously.

But students are students after all, and the enthusiasm soon passed.

The course has progressed to the stage of turning a mouse into a snuff box, and this is the theoretical part. I have already learned how to turn a matchbox into a snuff box, so this lesson sounds a bit boring.

Harry was pulling the hairs on the quill one by one, intending to pluck out the quill as soon as possible, when he suddenly felt a resentful gaze behind him, so cold that he shivered unconsciously.

Generally speaking it should be Malfoy, but Malfoy's malice is not so vicious and cruel.

Harry was a little surprised by this conclusion, as his perception has always been quite sensitive.

Who else could it be if not Malfoy?

While Professor McGonagall wasn't paying attention, Harry turned his head slightly and looked behind him.

A fat man with a stout body and a flabby face was staring at them with resentment.

It was Malfoy's follower, his name seemed to be Crabbe.

That look was really uncomfortable, so Harry turned his head back and leaned towards Ron and the others.

"Hey, what did you do that day? Malfoy's follower hates you so much." Harry spoke in a low voice.

Ron was trying to read the chess manual in the Transfiguration textbook. He turned his head and glanced at Crabbe.

"I just beat him up, he deserved it." Ron didn't care at all, "I'll beat him up next time."

Loren cleared his head of the magic symbols and looked sideways when he heard this.

My goodness, you sound like a school bully. Maybe Slytherin and Gryffindor got the wrong script.

Hermione also stopped writing, "Behave yourself. As long as there is no trouble by the end of the semester, the House Cup will be ours."

These words carried weight, and Ron gave up the idea of ​​giving Crabbe a lesson.

Neville on the side actually felt a little lost.

"I want to go see Hagrid on Friday. Do you want to go?" Harry changed the subject.

Speaking of Hagrid, Hermione remembered something strange, "I've been seeing him in the library lately."

"Hagrid? Library?" Ron thought about the scene and shook his head. The sense of incongruity was too strong.

Harry couldn't imagine how Hagrid flipped through those books that were no bigger than his palm. "We can ask him when we meet. Maybe he's in some trouble."

"I'll talk to you when the time comes." Loren hesitated.

Counting the time, it has been more than a month since the start of the school, and there has been no progress on the magic runes. On the contrary, there has been some progress on the Traceless Stretching Spell.

It would be even more difficult if it was delayed until summer vacation, because because of the trace thread, I might not be able to use magic during the summer vacation, and the space equipment might have to be delayed until the second year.

He planned to spend more time reviewing the runes Flamel had mentioned before. The magic runes used in alchemy were basically inherited from runes, and maybe he could find some breakthroughs.

If there is still no progress by Friday, go to the Forbidden Forest to relax.

Harry and Ron looked at each other. They also wanted to discuss the matter about Professor Quirrell and the Philosopher's Stone while Loren was away.

With ulterior motives, they did not ask Loren what he was going to do, and both parties reached an agreement.

At night, inside the book of fantasy.

"How should we understand the isolation between spaces?" Loren had a pile of books in front of him, but he still didn't find out anything.

"Don't understand space as space. It is not isolated length and width, up and down. It is not a cuboid nor a sphere." Flamel slowly landed on the pile of books.

"For a wizard, space is not an absolute existence."

Flamel stretched his hand forward, and his entire palm disappeared neatly in front of Loren.

Loren opened his eyes wide. He could clearly see the fascia inside the broken wrist, the cross section of the bones, and the tender red muscle texture.

He felt a pressure on his shoulder. Flamel's hand was patting his shoulder, moving it again and again.

"I simulated the effect of the splitting of 'Apparition'." Flamel retracted his arm, and the palm on Loren's shoulder also retracted, gradually disappearing and reappearing on the original arm.

"Don't think about how to supply blood to your hands, how to control your separated hands, and don't be bound by space."

"Whether it's the 'Stretching Spell' or the 'Apparition', space is something that wizards can change."

“Think of space as water, as building blocks, as something you can pull, fold and put together.”

Flamel could see that Loren viewed space as some kind of absolute field, so he was stuck at the stage of understanding.

Loren frowned, still not understanding. He was really wondering how the blood was supplied and how the nerve signals were transmitted across space to the severed hand.

“It’s isolated, but connected,” Flamel said.

Loren sat there thinking, unable to come back to his senses for a long time.

Flamel's demonstration made him vaguely feel a thin film that broke at the touch, but he still couldn't find the way.

Friday morning, Potions classroom in the basement.

Today they will learn how to make a paste-like medicine. This medicine itself does not have any special magical effects. It is more of an auxiliary medicine, a carrier that can penetrate into the body with the real medicine.

"The Air Diving Vine Tree is a magical shrub that lives underwater, as mentioned in the book Magical Aquatic Plants of the Mediterranean. Its sap has a very strong penetrating effect."

"When treating some deep or internal wounds, you can mix it with difficile to transport the difficile to the wound inside the body." Snape's voice echoed in the dim underground classroom.

After explaining the theory, Snape demonstrated the brewing process, and the young wizards began to brew their own.

Hermione broke off a wet black twig and dripped the blue juice from the broken end into the bubbling cauldron.