The days at Hogwarts

Watching the magical changes in the crucible, Hermione showed surprise in her eyes, "Loren, I think I know why this tree is called the Air Diving Vine Tree."

The juice dripped into the boiling crucible, and the bubbles rising from the bottom turned into bubbles diving from the top, gathering at the bottom of the crucible and disappearing imperceptibly.

"Amazing!" Hermione stared closely at the reverse-boiling potion.

Loren looked at the magical scene in the crucible with light in his eyes. He seemed to understand the meaning of "space" in the eyes of wizards.

It is completely different from the space that ordinary people understand. Distance is not space, length is not space, it is neither up nor down, gas is not necessarily above liquid, and occupied space is not necessarily occupied.

His previous idea was completely wrong. Just like when performing transfiguration, there is no need to consider the changes in molecules and atoms. When changing dead things into living things or living things into dead things, there is no need to consider the details of cells and nervous systems.

As long as wizards have the intention to achieve their goals, they can make magic work. In the Muggle world, biology, physics and magic are two different systems of cognition.

The storage device does not create an auxiliary bubble space in the main space, and there is no need to consider dimensions or wormholes at all.

His understanding of space was mixed with too many thoughts, and he was unable to understand the magic runes. Space was not special, and wizards could change it if they wanted to.

"I understand! I understand!" Loren patted Hermione's shoulder happily.

Hermione was a little confused by his excitement, "It's the diving vine tree. I understand that."

"Loren Morgan, Gryffindor will deduct ten points for making noise in class." Snape's voice came faintly from the podium.

Loren had to suppress his joy. He couldn't wait to try to draw the reverse rune.

After class, the little wizards walked out of the basement one after another.

"Give my regards to Hagrid. I won't go!" Loren said goodbye happily and ran away quickly.

The three of them watched Loren's figure gradually disappear into the distance.

"Not eating lunch? What's wrong with him?" Harry asked.

Hermione shook her head to indicate that she didn't know.

Ron's focus was not here. He said angrily, "Snape, that old bat, has been deducting points even more severely since we won the Quidditch championship."

This sentence caught Hermione's attention. She carefully calculated in her mind, "Fortunately, at this rate, Gryffindor's scores will still be higher than Slytherin's by the end of the semester."

Loren took out some snacks from the cupboard, ate a few casually, and then entered the Book of Fantasy.

In the alchemy laboratory, a hemispherical space made of red bricks and stones, in the middle, red light patterns appeared on the surface of the black boiler.

"Flamel! I think I understand!" Loren shouted excitedly.

"To be honest, this time is much slower than I thought." A voice came from behind Loren.

Flamel floated in front of Loren and said, "I don't understand how you, as a little wizard, can have such a complicated understanding of space."

Loren smiled foolishly and didn't answer. He couldn't say it was because of his knowledge of physics.

Flamel waved his sleeves, and the suitcase containing the unicorn's tail hair floated into the air.

After many days, Loren started drawing the alchemy array again.

After understanding the wizard's concept of space, Loren's first pair of magic runes were drawn more smoothly.

As the inverse rune was written, it began to echo with the corresponding normal rune. The two centrally symmetrical runes emitted faint flashes at the same frequency.

It eventually settled down and was deeply imprinted on the bottom of the black leather suitcase.

Looking at the filled upper and lower corners of the hexagram, Loren lay down in the laboratory, unable to suppress a smile on his face, feeling a sense of accomplishment in his heart.

"Flamel!" Loren shouted, wanting to show him his work.

"These are just a pair of magic runes. Don't try to show off in front of me." Flamel floated lazily above the boiler.

Having his thoughts exposed, Loren was not embarrassed at all, and said seriously: "I want to ask you if there are any points to pay attention to when outlining the second pair of magic runes?"

"As long as you don't have any weird ideas about weight, it shouldn't be difficult to understand."

Loren began to reflect on whether he had any strange perceptions about weight.

Conservation of mass and energy.

Newton's classical mechanics.

The mass constant...

"Hiss~" Loren took a breath of cold air. These shouldn't affect his drawing of the magic runes.

Anyway, there are plenty of materials in the alchemy laboratory, so let's draw the regular runes first.

Sitting up, he waved his wand, and the unicorn's tail hair emitted a beautiful light. Loren guided the light and began to draw the second pair of magic runes on the bottom of the box.

With previous experience, the progress was very fast this time.

By the evening, Loren was able to draw the regular rune to the point where he only needed one or two strokes to complete it. He wanted to finish the regular rune in one go, but today was Friday and he had a daily task for Snape to complete.

After exiting the fantasy book, the sky outside the window had already darkened completely. In the inky sky, stars were shining. It was a good day for stargazing.

Loren had a quick meal and went to Snape's office.

Potions professor's office.

When Loren knocked on the door and came in, Snape was grading homework, as he always did.

I did some calculations in my mind. There weren't many students at Hogwarts, and the lower grades had one potions class per week. The advanced potions classes for the upper grades had fewer students, but more class hours per week.

Being a professor at Hogwarts is not an easy job. Even the Defense Against the Dark Arts class is somewhat dangerous.

"Good evening, Professor Snape!" Loren was in a very good mood today, and his tone was unconsciously excited.

Snape raised his dead fish eyes and stared at him, then lowered his head to continue marking homework. Gryffindor was now leading by a large margin, and he was not in a good mood.

"There are two boxes of potatoes in the storage room. Use the Sharp Edge Spell to peel the potatoes. The thickness of the skin cannot be thicker than a fingernail." Snape said, and ignored Loren.

Loren just felt cold and shivering. The temperature was several degrees below zero, and Snape's words were colder than the weather.

How could he come up with so many teasing teaching processes? Last time it was curing potatoes, this time it was peeling potatoes, and next time it will be making mashed potatoes.

Did you know that the food I hate most is potatoes?

After silently complaining in his heart, Loren took out his wand swiftly and vented his anger on Potato, using the Shadowless Spell with great skill.

He finally finished the process before lights out, and he even felt that cutting potatoes was somewhat relaxing.

When I returned to the common room, there was no one there.

Harry, Hermione, and Ron were sitting together, plotting loudly.

Loren could hear Harry and Ron's voices from the door of the lounge.

"Fire Dragon! This is against the law."

"At the Wizarding Conference in 17*9, a bill was officially passed to ban the keeping of dragons. This is a very dangerous move." Ron rarely advised Harry to abide by the rules.

The three went to visit Hagrid today and found that he was actually hatching a dragon egg, which they said he won from a bet in the bar.

"Aren't there any wild dragons in Britain?" asked Harry.

Hermione was also very concerned about this issue. She had never heard of similar rumors in the news.

"Of course," said Ron. "There are the normal Welsh Green Dragons and the Hebridean Black Dragons. The Ministry of Magic has staff dedicated to dealing with these things."

He then advised Harry that keeping dragons violated more than seven hundred laws, including the Statute of Secrecy, and the consequences would be enough to turn Hagrid into dragon food.

"But!" Harry lowered his voice, "How many times in our lifetime can we see a little dragon hatch?"

Ron could hardly argue, and his heartbeat began to speed up. Watching the little dragon hatch was such a unique experience.

Chapter 95 Charmander

After listening for a while, Loren realized that Quirrell had given Hagrid a dragon egg in order to get him to learn how to deal with the three-headed dog.

If you think about it carefully, there are really many complaints. A dragon egg is worth a lot of money, but Quirrell actually gave it away just to take advantage of the three-headed dog's weakness. Voldemort didn't say anything about it. What a simple-minded Death Eater.

He came up behind the three of them and said, "How many times in your life will you have the chance to deliver prison food to Hagrid?"

The sudden sound startled the three of them.

"Loren! When did you get here?" Harry asked.

Loren did not answer this question. "If we are caught raising a dragon privately, both the dragon and Hagrid will be punished. This is not a good thing."

"Of course, this is just a suggestion. The key lies in what Hagrid thinks."

Loren didn't plan to get too involved in these things. Anyway, the fire dragon incident ended happily in the end, so there was no need to worry about it. He just wanted to complete the alchemy array as soon as possible.

"We're the only ones who know about this now." Harry leaned towards Hagrid.

Looking at Hagrid's obsessed look, it is obvious that he wants to hatch a dragon.

Harry had no intuitive impression of the regulations of the Ministry of Magic. When he first started school, he thought that the Hogwarts school rules were ironclad rules. But it had been less than a year, and he had broken almost all the rules that could be broken, and there seemed to be no consequences.

Hagrid was the one who brought Harry out of that dark place and opened the door to a new world for him. Harry himself might not realize that he vaguely regarded Hagrid as a close parent, a bit like a father.

He thought to himself: Hogwarts has professors and Dumbledore, and there are no Muggles around, so raising a dragon will not harm anyone.

The choice between that damned Statute of Secrecy and Hagrid's wishes wasn't difficult.

"We'll talk about it later. Let's keep it a secret." Harry stretched, ended the conversation, and pulled Ron upstairs.

"Oh, I knew it." Hermione was used to these troll-headed friends. She had to figure out a way herself.

Loren said good night to Hermione, returned to the dormitory, and continued to immerse himself in the alchemy laboratory.

The next day, Hermione compiled a list of books about dragons in the library. She wanted to write down the information to prepare for possible accidents.

Loren was also in the library, looking up some cases where people were punished for using the Undetectable Stretch Charm privately, to prevent the same mistake from happening again.

Turning over the last page of "Classic Cases of British Wizards in the 20th Century" about the Traceless Extension Charm, Loren rubbed his sore eyebrows.

He was sure he would never make the stupid mistake of packing dozens of elephants into the box.

Hermione next to her was buried in a thick book called "The Stages of Growth of Fire Dragons", writing and drawing on the book from time to time, and had already read the last page.

Closing the book, Hermione looked complicated and said to Loren, "I wonder if Hagrid and the others know that it won't be long after a dragon is born that it will be bigger than his cabin."

"Instead of reading about dragons, it's better to look at the Ministry of Magic's cases regarding the punishment of raising dragons." Loren showed Hermione the book in his hand. "At least then we can know how big the cell Hagrid is in is, and maybe also where Harry and Ron are imprisoned."

Hermione could hear the teasing in Loren's words. She came out of her worry and couldn't help but smile. "You make sense. Maybe we two accomplices can be locked up together."

"Do your homework, Prisoner One, Mr. Morgan."

"Okay, Prisoner Two, Miss Granger."

This week's homework is a little over 100 million.

Harry and Ron were nowhere to be seen the entire weekend. They hung out with Hagrid, and when they returned to their dormitories at night they were still discussing the patterns on dragon eggs and the gender of the little dragon inside.

Seamus and Neville thought that these two people were suddenly interested in dragons and didn't think much about it.

It is normal for students aged twelve or thirteen to suddenly become interested in dragons. For a while, Seamus was very interested in Muggle cannons. He believed that both had the same appeal to young wizards.

Sunday night.

Lauren asked Harry as usual before going to bed, "Have you done your Transfiguration homework?"

Several professors assigned an astonishing amount of homework this weekend. In two days, Loren barely finished the Transfiguration homework that was due on Monday, and planned to finish the rest before the deadline.

But Harry and Ron have been immersed in the world of dragons these two days, and he thinks the two of them will have to work overtime again tonight.

"Not yet, no rush." ​​Harry answered casually. He was talking to Ron about whether the little dragon should recognize the person who hatched it as its father or mother.

There was no rush. Loren admired their good attitude and went to bed.

The positive runes in the second pair of runes have been perfectly portrayed. As for the response to the reverse runes, he attempted to simulate a completely new concept of weight, which has nothing to do with classical mechanics or gravity, but is simply a unique attribute for wizards to understand matter.

Flamel believes that this idea is correct for now, but when it comes to higher-level alchemy, the Muggles' understanding of space and mass will help Loren understand magic.

Magic is like this, you think it is unreasonable, but it actually makes some sense. You think it may make some sense, but in the end you find that it is stubborn.

Monday.

Loren woke up from the fantasy book and folded the quilt. The other four people in the dormitory were still lying in bed, humming occasionally, and had no intention of getting up.

Loren felt something was wrong. The first period in the morning was Professor McGonagall's Transfiguration class. How dare you be late?

"Get up!" Loren patted the bed.

Ron turned over, buried his face in the soft pillow, and muttered, "There's no class today, why should I get up?"

"No classes!?" Loren asked in surprise.

A vague voice came through the pillow, "Yeah, Easter holiday."