The days at Hogwarts

Hermione was amused. How could anyone praise himself so confidently?

She must have not gotten enough sleep last night and her mind was a little fuzzy. Why did she think that Loren, who had just come in, was good-looking? She even felt a little embarrassed when they got too close.

Embarrassment turned into indignation. What's so good about such a bad-tempered, playful, and narcissistic person! ?

"Do your homework!" Hermione dipped the quill in her hand heavily into the ink bottle, took it out, and scratched the parchment with a heavy rustling sound.

"Just do your homework, why are you so fierce?" Loren muttered, took out a pen and paper and started writing.

Chapter 106 Final Exam

The sound of paper and pen touching each other continued until noon. The sky outside the window became darker and the wind blew harder, reminding people that a heavy rain was coming.

"Let's go have lunch." Loren put down his pen and stretched his body.

Hermione slowly tidied up the desk, put the homework that filled a whole page of parchment between her textbooks, and put it in her school bag.

She always carries a lot of books with her. Loren heard her roommate Parvati Patil complain that when school started, Hermione carried 20 books with her and memorized them all before changing them.

The girls in her dormitory were so scared that they didn't dare to approach her.

Loren looked at his bulging school bag and quietly brought forward a plan in his mind.

Hermione had to come to the library in the afternoon, so she left her book bag in the library. Under Madam Pince's vigilant gaze, the two walked out of the library side by side and headed to the Great Hall for lunch.

Dumbledore was at the head table, eating his food tepidly, while Harry and Ron were starving, stuffing bread, steak, and broth into their stomachs.

Loren and Hermione took seats across from them.

"Burp~" Harry burped with satisfaction and said with a happy expression, "I feel like I just stuffed a cow in my mouth."

Ron nodded his approval, his cheeks puffed out and his mouth full.

"When did you get up?" Loren's eyes wandered over the food on the table, wondering which ones he should take.

"Just now!" Harry said with inexplicable pride.

He noticed something was different about Loren's face, "What's wrong with your forehead? What's that red spot?"

"Snape poisoned me, let me find a way to cure it myself." Loren said without hesitation. The contents of the Book of Abraham could not be revealed, as they were all made up stories. Snape's story was more convincing.

Harry nodded and believed the story. Snape was indeed not a good person.

On the other side, Loren, who had finished making up a lie, saw "Rice Pudding with Hot Mango Sauce" on the table, and his pupils trembled. What kind of dark dish is this! ?

The warm mango sauce was poured over the rice and named "Rice Pudding with Hot Mango Sauce". As expected, telling lies would bring retribution. Loren repented for himself in his heart and took a few large pieces of fried pork chops.

While Loren, whose grief and anger turned into an appetite, was eating voraciously, Harry was thinking about how to avoid him and discussing the scar with the other two.

Fortunately, it didn't take much effort. After Loren finished eating, he saw Dumbledore leaving through the side door and he ran after him.

Harry said, "Hermione, I have something to tell you..."

"Principal Dumbledore!" Loren trotted to catch up with Dumbledore, who was taking a slow walk to digest his food.

"Loren, it's best not to do strenuous exercise after a meal. This is the secret to my longevity." Dumbledore smiled gently and winked at Loren. "Also, you look very nice today."

Loren ignored the topic and began to talk about his experiences last night, the mysterious man in the forbidden forest, and the centaur's astrological prophecy.

Even though he had gone to the unicorn tribe in the morning to make compensation, Dumbledore still showed a sad look in his eyes when he heard about the death of the two unicorns.

After listening to Loren, he slowly asked: "I noticed that your friends are still trapped in the mystery, why don't you help them?"

Good man, Loren's eyelids are twitching. I'm reporting the situation to you. You want me to lead the team to the dungeon and train me as well.

He ignored the conversation and the two of them walked past the monster statue and took the spiral staircase to the principal's office on the eighth floor.

Loren sat down in a familiar manner, his movements were relaxed and unrestrained, and even Dumbledore's mood became much lighter.

"Is Nagini awake?" Loren asked. Summer is here and hibernation should have ended long ago.

"She has been awake for more than a month. I left her in the care of Professor Sprout because she is not used to staying in the office." Dumbledore said as he poured tea.

"What about the crown? Did you destroy it?" Loren held the cup in his hand.

As early as in the Albanian forest, he mentioned that the Ravenclaw Diadem was in the hiding room of the Room of Requirement, but he did not pay attention to the progress of Dumbledore's mission to destroy the Horcruxes.

"Oh, actually, I have no idea where the Room of Requirement is," Dumbledore said, leaning back in his chair. "I only found a room full of exquisite chamber pots once when I wanted to go to the toilet."

Loren just watched Dumbledore talking nonsense. Professor Trelawney could even hide a bottle of sherry inside. He didn't believe that Dumbledore hadn't discovered the Room of Requirement for all these years.

"I can take you there, right now."

"Well," Dumbledore showed no sign of being exposed. "In fact, I'm not sure what effect destroying or touching the Horcrux will have now. After all, it's too close. He is..."

The latter sentence was unclear, and the old fellow with white beard was trying to fool him again.

"I'll take care of it later," Dumbledore said finally.

Loren sipped his tea intermittently, no longer caring about the crown, "There is one more thing, for a reason that cannot be told." The emphasis was on "cannot be told."

He pointed his right index finger at his forehead and showed Dumbledore the red mark, "I want the headmaster to help me check this red spot."

"Oh, I thought it was your unique outfit." Dumbledore understood that "can't say" referred to the cursed book. He stretched out his index finger and gently touched Loren's forehead, then quickly retracted it.

"Except that it cannot be erased, it's just like it's born." Dumbledore showed an interested look. He was sure that Loren didn't have this mole last night.

Just for a moment, Dumbledore's magic was active. Loren was sure that he had used a lot of magic to check himself, but he didn't feel anything.

He really had no choice but to accept it now. Even Dumbledore couldn't do anything about it, so what else could a small wizard like him do?

"Do you need to speak to Nico?" Dumbledore asked.

Loren shook his head and refused. The fact that Nico did not give Flamel this memory already explained a lot. He could only figure out the matter related to the Book of Abraham on his own.

He said goodbye to Dumbledore with a heavy heart and walked out of the headmaster's office. When the cold wind blew, he realized that the old wizard in white robes had been talking nonsense throughout the conversation and had not said anything useful.

On the other side, Harry was in an abandoned classroom, telling Ron and Hermione about his experience last night.

"When I saw the mysterious man last night, my scar was very painful. That man must be related to Voldemort..."

"I had a nightmare last night. I dreamed of a hooded man wandering around the castle..."

boom!

Thunder exploded.

The first heavy rain in the summer of 1992 came down after a long period of brewing, engulfing the ancient castle in the rain...

The next school year is drawing to a close, and the end of the semester is really approaching. The atmosphere in the school has become tense. Everyone is in a hurry to go to class and leave class, and their steps are fast, as if they can fly.

One week before the end of term, at the long table in Gryffindor Hall.

Neville stuffed the bread and steak into his mouth, chewed it randomly for a few times, and drank a large glass of pumpkin juice to take the food into his stomach. Then he hurriedly ran down the table, ran to the door of the auditorium, and turned back to pick up the notebook that fell on the table.

The whole eating process takes no more than three minutes.

Staring blankly at Neville's quickly disappearing figure, Loren felt his stomach bloating and pain. How could he eat?

"Why doesn't he keep his books in the library?" Hermione asked curiously.

Harry explained helplessly: "If I don't carry it with me, Neville will forget where he put it, and it will be more troublesome to find it."

"He now spends all his time memorizing his lessons, fearing that his report card will disappoint his grandmother."

Fortunately, thanks to the revision plan Hermione had given them earlier, they didn't have to be so pressed.

"Are we going to the abandoned classroom on the fourth floor to practice dueling tomorrow?" Loren asked.

"Oh!" Ron closed his eyes in pain and wanted to say no, but under the threat of Harry and Hermione's gaze, he swallowed his words back.

Ever since the last incident in the Forbidden Forest, they had been practicing dueling in an abandoned classroom on the fourth floor whenever they had time.

Harry and Ron mainly practiced the Shield Charm, one attacking and the other defending, constantly casting spells at each other. When they got tired, they stopped and watched Loren tease Hermione in a magic duel, and then was taught a lesson by Hermione in a physical duel.

The two of them kept muttering about the inexplicable score.

Loren, with Flamel's help, was the strongest among the four. Although Hermione had the advantage of going first, Harry was catching up quickly.

Only Ron remained at the bottom. He resisted and worked hard, but faced with two teammates who were always struggling and a hardworking teammate, he just couldn't catch up. He could only be content to be the bottom.

Although there were only four people, the club was eventually named the Duelling Club. Among Ron's suggestion of "Weasley and his friends", Loren's "The Far East Nap Magic Club", and Harry's "Whatever, I'm fine with it", Hermione made the final decision on this normal name.

The fourth floor was chosen because it was convenient for checking on Fluffy's condition. They were convinced that Quirrell had succumbed to Snape, and they were about to take action on the Philosopher's Stone.

But Snape seemed to be more patient than they thought and remained silent.

After the heavy rain, the temperature rose rapidly and the weather became hot and humid. The final exam came in such a hot and humid environment.

Some subjects only require answering questions, while Transfiguration, Charms, and Potions all require practicals.

In the stuffy classroom, Professor McGonagall had a stern face and a serious expression, "Don't try to cheat. Even a P (fail) or a D (terrible) is better than cheating. Character is more important than grades!"

Blank parchment and silver-threaded quills were handed out to the little wizards. The quills were specially used for exams and had anti-cheating spells on them. The blank parchment was the test paper for this exam.

The bell rang, and test questions appeared on the blank parchment. The young wizards buried their heads, and the only sound in the classroom was the rustling sound of the quills scratching on the parchment.

"The author of "Beginner's Guide to Transfiguration" is ()"

There are actually such questions in magic school!

"(Emeric Switch)" Loren wrote very quickly, and although it was a bit off, it was indeed very basic content.

Influenced by some distant memory, Loren enjoyed the scene of answering questions in the exam very much. He became more and more excited and wrote faster and faster. The connected strokes of the words drew the shape of ivy vines on the parchment.

Loren flipped the pages of the test paper with a rustling sound. Before others had even finished half of the first page, he had already turned the pages.

Sitting next to him was Dean, who was almost in tears, wailing in his heart: Professor McGonagall! This person is using soul magic to attack me.

"The branches of Transfiguration are (Transfiguration) (Disappearance) (Summoning) (Appearance)"

After finishing the last question, Loren casually threw his pen into the ink bottle, raised his head and stared straight at Professor McGonagall, with an expression of "I want to hand in (zhuang) the paper (bi)" written all over his face.

Be the first person to finish the test and walk out of the examination room. Especially when the test time is not even half over, such behavior can put a lot of pressure on the little wizards who are still answering the questions.

Professor McGonagall walked to Loren's side, glanced at the ivy-like cursive words on the test paper, and then glanced at Loren, who had a smug expression and looked like he was about to cause trouble.

Her slightly old fingers tapped twice on the corner of the test paper, and the ink on the parchment seemed to come alive. All the words written by Loren quickly moved towards the position where Professor McGonagall's fingers tapped, and finally condensed into an ink dot.

Professor McGonagall tapped the test paper again, and a sentence appeared on the ink dot: The handwriting is too sloppy, please answer again.

Loren looked at Professor McGonagall in disbelief, accusing her vividly: You are targeting me!

Professor McGonagall wiped her fingers, and the ink spot and the words disappeared. She stopped looking at Lauren and turned back to the podium.

"Although the answers are all correct, there are more than a dozen spelling errors and the handwriting is simply unreadable." Professor McGonagall showed a barely perceptible smile. She wanted Loren to calm down and take the exam well.

As soon as the exam was over, all the parchments folded in half, flew up and landed on the podium, and Professor McGonagall left with the exam papers.

Dean immediately stood up, with a look of grief and anger on his face: "Loren, take my [Open Door]!"

He was so upset by the sound of Loren flipping through the papers that he couldn't remember several questions. The more he thought about it, the more panicked he became, and then he couldn't remember even more questions. He must have failed the test this time.

The first practical exam to begin was the Charms class.

Professor Flitwick found an empty classroom and asked the first-year wizards to enter the classroom one by one and take the exam.

Hermione was one seat ahead of Loren. She went in nervously and came out with a sad face, looking aggrieved and angry. "I must have failed the test."

"Is it so difficult?" Loren was very confused. With Hermione's ability, how could she fail the exam?

Hermione stared at the culprit in front of her with her lively brown eyes, but then she thought that it would be his turn to take the exam soon, so she silently accumulated her anger and said nothing.

Loren walked into the classroom with doubts.

Professor Flitwick stood behind the desk, with a thick pile of books under his feet to barely get on the desk. There was a pineapple on the desk.

"Loren!" Professor Flitwick greeted him enthusiastically. "Come on, let this graceful pineapple tap dance across the table."

Loren was still confused. This shouldn't be difficult for Hermione, so why did Hermione say she failed the exam?

"Good professor."

He waved his wand, and the pineapple seemed to come alive, twisting its waist awkwardly and shaking its fat body. After doing warm-up exercises, the pineapple became flexible and began to march in a tap dance.

"Perfect!" Professor Flitwick looked very satisfied, his beard curled up with a smile, "I have to give you a few points for your warm-up exercises."

"Tasteful aesthetics!" Loren thanked and walked out of the classroom.

Hermione was waiting for him outside, her eyes blazing, "It's all your fault. You argued with me before that Grape couldn't do ballet and should do hip-hop instead."

At this point, the little witch said in a sad voice, "I made Pineapple dance ballet, and she didn't correct it until halfway. Professor Flitwick will definitely give me a P."

Chapter 107 At this moment, the curtain gradually rises