The days at Hogwarts

It's like this posture is naturally suitable for asking this question.

Loren didn't say anything. It was impossible for him to accept the result.

"You win, you win." Finally, under the pain in his hand, Loren admitted defeat.

Hermione loosened her grip on him, unable to stop the smile from escaping her lips.

"Gryffindor's gift, enhancing a wizard's close combat ability, this really fits my imagination of Gryffindor completely." Loren rubbed his shoulders and said sourly.

The main reason is that Loren cannot use spells freely, and the Shadowless Spell is not something that should be used when sparring with friends.

Moreover, the distance between the two was still too close, and there was no way to pull them apart. If they were in an open area, he could directly wash the ground with fire to prevent Hermione from getting close. Or when he mastered the Apparition, he could also parry.

In the original book, Harry also gained the sword's recognition, but why wasn't he as powerful as Hermione? Loren fell into deep thought.

The first time Harry held the sword was to fight a basilisk. Then, the twelve-year-old Harry killed a basilisk that was more than 20 meters long with a cold weapon.

hiss~

Loren was silent. It couldn't be said that Gryffindor's gift did not strengthen Harry's body.

Next time, he will also hold the sword.

Hermione ignored Loren who was thinking about life, and said proudly: "Don't always think about teasing me in the future!"

The kindhearted Hermione didn't say any more trash talk to rub salt into Loren's heart. She had real work to do.

Hermione pulled Loren out of the classroom and re-entered the room where the Room of Requirement was hidden. "There are a lot of notes for practicing spells here. I plan to take some back and learn some advanced spells during the holidays."

Mountains of old books, layers of worn-out furniture, various metal utensils, and armor are still piled up in this room, waiting for people to dig out treasures.

Loren saw dust and dirt all over the place, and faces full of rejection.

Hermione hunched over, rummaging through old books and notebooks.

Pile the useful things into one pile and take them away later. Pile the useless things into another pile, which can also be regarded as tidying up the room.

Dust was flying, and near the ground, the little girl's stockings turned from white to yellow, and soon her fair face became the same color as a kitten.

But Hermione didn't despise it at all, and she was still full of interest in searching for books in the pile of old items and sorting them into categories. The useful and useless ones were piled up into two small hills.

"You can't read so many books even if you prepare for the next school year in one vacation," Loren said.

Hermione put down a book and wiped her face with the back of her hand, making it even more smeared. "There are many seniors in Ravenclaw who exchanged notes with me. They all complained that they couldn't cast spells during the holidays. The books in Flourish and Blotts were too expensive, and there were not enough textbooks. I thought that I couldn't show them the Philosopher's Stone and help them remove the Trace, but I could help them find some books to learn theoretical knowledge."

When Loren heard Hermione's plan and looked at the little cat that seemed to be glowing, he walked over to Hermione and helped her sort out the worn-out books one by one.

He was also a young wizard of Muggle origin. He had no shortage of ways to learn, was not familiar with those people, and was too lazy to change such a world.

From the moment I first heard Flamel talk about the meaning of Trace, I thought that someone like Hermione would change these laws in the future.

Perhaps Hermione has not yet realized that this is persecution of young wizards from Muggle families, but she is already trying her best to change the reality before her.

For example, a few years later she resolutely founded the House-Elf Rights Promotion Association, ignoring everyone's ridicule and fighting against the ancient traditions of the wizarding world.

Until the sun outside turned yellow and dyed the clouds orange.

The books in the Room of Requirement were gradually cleared out from the various piles of debris and neatly stacked into two piles. They only cleared out a portion of the books in the room, but there were enough.

I plan to pack it up in Loren's box tomorrow and lend it to some young Muggle wizards who want to learn during the holidays.

The two walked out of the Room of Requirement side by side. Hermione's dirty little face was flushed. She was happy about defeating Loren again.

"Tsk!" Hermione couldn't help laughing, "A total win, twice!"

"Why do you feel happy thinking about it now?"

"I'm just happy, what's wrong?"

The little girl jumped up and down, her brown hair swinging like a brilliant flower.

Outside, insects and birds are chirping noisily, heralding the approach of midsummer, and their cries seem to be able to disturb people's hearts.

……

At night, Loren lay on the soft bed, looking through the curtains at the moonlight coming in through the window.

While the other roommates were chatting, Ron finally finished telling his magnificent story of blocking and seriously injuring Quirrell, which laid a solid foundation for his later victory over Quirrell.

Seamus finally had time to tell Harry the bad news.

While in hospital, Harry missed the final Quidditch match, between Ravenclaw and Gryffindor.

Without the most crucial Seeker, they of course lost. Ravenclaw won, taking 150 house cup points and securing the house cup championship.

"Harry, you don't know, right now the Hufflepuffs hate you, but the Ravenclaws are praising you." Seamus spoke swiftly.

But Harry was just disappointed. He was wondering if Gryffindor could win the Quidditch championship if they got 150 points.

Harry painfully discovered that they only lost 120 points for the night tour. If they could get another 150 points, they could really win the championship. He closed his eyes, wanting to escape from this cruel world.

"At least it's not Slytherin who wins, right? We don't have to see green-themed outfits at the end-of-year party." Ron always found the bright side of things.

Loren entered the Book of Fantasy and tried to turn the linen bag over and draw the alchemical circle of the Traceless Stretching Spell on the inside.

He had to make a gift for Hermione before the holiday.

Compared to the hard leather and flat inner bottom of the suitcase, the soft and wrinkled linen is very difficult to draw. The unicorn hair glossy ink always blurs into a ball or the strokes are disconnected.

This is not a problem with materials or magic. There is no shortcut. You can only practice hard to improve your proficiency.

Compared to the previous hard training on the bottom of the box, this time was more painful. The linen cloth was smaller and required a more delicate array.

Loren's eyes were dazzled by what he saw.

Finally, before dawn, after countless attempts, I successfully drew a double-circle array on the linen. The rest of the progress should be much faster and I can finish it before the holiday.

After getting up and tidying up for a while, Loren and his roommates went to the restaurant to eat.

After walking out of the lounge, Harry, who had just been standing next to a few people, hid behind Neville, trying to use Neville's tall body to block other people's sight.

But soon, his hopes were dashed.

A tall black-haired boy waved and cheered from a distance with exaggerated gestures and voice: "Harry Potter! The savior of Ravenclaw!"

Roger Davis, Chaser for the Ravenclaw Quidditch team.

Compared with the Hufflepuff team's tacit cooperation and the Slytherin team's ferocity, Ravenclaw's Quidditch team is not that strong. The overall strength of their players is not as good as Gryffindor's, and they are almost at the bottom of the four colleges.

So there has always been a rumor in the school that Ravenclaw is a group of nerds who only know how to read.

But Roger Davis was obviously different. He was tall, had a loud voice, and was obviously an athlete.

He never dreamed that Gryffindor would lose the game, which was originally a game with no chance of winning, because it had no substitute seeker, and Ravenclaw became the biggest winner.

"Harry Potter, the savior of Ravenclaw!"

In the corridor, other young Ravenclaw wizards were also cheering. This was a rare moment of glory for Ravenclaw.

Loren reviewed it, from Gryffindor's lead, to Gryffindor and Slytherin falling into the water at the same time, Hufflepuff's lead, and now Ravenclaw's lead, Harry really played a crucial role every time.

What is a 100% participation in the team to find the ball player.

Yu Wenbo from the wizarding world, our reporter Harry Potter is reporting for you, right?

Chapter 115 Shared Book Corner

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Loren closed the lid of the suitcase, which contained a large number of books that Hermione planned to check out.

They are all teaching-related content, classic examples, basic spell practice points, etc.

This is only part of the useful books that Hermione has sorted out. There are also some wizards' theoretical manuscripts, notes, and more special texts that have not been put in.

Moving books is a physical job. Loren let out a long sigh and asked, "How are you going to lend them out? You can't take the books out of the box in front of them, right?"

The Traceless Extension Charm is against the law anyway, so it's not easy to use it openly. It's not easy to stack so many of them.

Hermione had already made plans. "I plan to discuss with Professor McGonagall and Madam Pince to add a new shelf for take-out books in the library. I will borrow them out like normal books."

"How do you explain the origin of the book?"

After all, the number was a bit too much, and it was not a collection that two young wizards from Muggle families could bring out. It was also not easy to directly expose the existence of the Room of Requirement.

"Just tell them that the source is confidential and explain to Professor McGonagall that this is for the studious little wizards. She will agree." Hermione was very confident about this. Professor McGonagall was a professor who truly cared about her students.

"At night, I'll quietly put the books in the box into the library." Loren picked up the box in his hand and weighed it. He was very satisfied with his weight.

"Okay, let's go to the library first." Hermione picked out a few notebooks from the pile of books, planning to spend time practicing the spells in them during the holidays.

"What spells do you plan to learn during the holidays?" Loren carried the box and walked out of the Room of Requirement with Hermione and headed towards the library.

Compared to when they had just received the notice and had only a vague understanding of the magical world, now they are no longer so worried about slipping up while reciting a spell and getting stepped on by a bison.

That kind of situation only happens once every ten years or so, and every time it happens it ends up in the textbooks.

The professors repeatedly mentioned that this was to take care of the young wizards who had just enrolled, for fear that they would practice spells recklessly and cause trouble.

"It's mainly the spells that you need to learn in the second year, the Swelling Spell, the Freezing Spell and the Universal Breaking Spell."

Here, Hermione paused and smiled sweetly, "I still have to go camping with my parents, so I may not have time for more."

She glanced at Loren quietly, "Remember? My mother invited you to our house. When are you coming?"

Loren began to calculate his vacation schedule.

I guess I can't go back right after the holiday. I have to use the Philosopher's Stone to try to see if I can turn Nagini back. Although I have no idea, I have already got the hardware Philosopher's Stone, so I have to try. Maybe I should ask Flamel.

After that, he should take the Dumbledore Express home. But speaking of home, Grandpa Bates is still on his journey. The last time he wrote, he said he had revisited the old place and met old friends. Now it seems that he has not returned home yet, and there is probably no one in the ranch cottage.

What left-behind children? I’m afraid he will have to go back and roast the lamb by himself.

"Who knows? I'll give you a surprise then." This was the only answer Loren could give.

"If you lie to me..." Hermione clenched her fists and raised them up and shook them a few times, making threatening grunts.

Loren secretly made up his mind to put the practice of Apparition on the agenda. To overthrow the heresy of close combat, it was urgent to learn teleportation.

Loren accompanied Hermione to the library, which was empty and no one was there.

The exams are over, there are no classes or homework, and no little wizard would think that the library is a good place to relax and have fun.

The little wizards of Ravenclaw also prefer to borrow books from the library and find a quiet place to read alone.

"Looks like I can dump the books out right now," Loren said, looking at the empty library.

Hermione gently tugged at the corner of his shirt, motioning him to look to the side.

Loren looked in that direction and found Madam Pince sitting in front of the first row of bookshelves, staring at them with sharp eyes.

Her eyes were fixed on them, or to be more precise, on him, and she followed him all the way from the library entrance to the window seat.

Loren withdrew his gaze from Madam Pince. He felt that Madam Pince, who had been staring at them since she came in, looked a little miserable. It was really miserable to guard an empty library alone.

Hermione planned to stay in the library and read. It was more fun to read than to watch those retarded boys taking a bath with squid tentacles by the lake.

Loren left the box in the library and left to carry out his secret business.

……

Linen is woven from flax twisted into threads. It is one of the strongest textiles. Its surface is not as smooth as chemical fiber and cotton, but has a vivid bumpy texture. Painters often use the subtle and interesting beauty of linen.

But painters painted on flat linen, rather than turning a bag over and painting the wrinkled inside.

Looking at the magic runes and magic circles flashing white light on the small pocket in front of him, Loren twisted his neck to relieve the pain caused by the absence of his consciousness.

Thanks to yesterday's practice, the rest of the process went much more smoothly.

He used a levitation spell to lift up all the virtual practice materials, walked to the black boiler in the middle of the alchemy laboratory, threw all the materials in, and burned them into a red light without any ash.

After finishing, Loren clapped his hands and looked at Flamel who was lying on the boiler. "Flamel, I have got the Philosopher's Stone. How can I understand the human body?"

Flamel supported his head with one hand, lying on his side, and yawned when he heard the words. With a wave of his hand, the alchemy laboratory switched to a bright library.

The place where he lay on his side was changed from a boiler to a bookshelf.

"Human body transmutation is a taboo, even more taboo than black magic. The wizards who secretly study it dare not spread the contents of the notes. Nico did not collect them on purpose."

Flamel patted the bookshelf beneath him, "There are only these contents below, most of which are books from the Muggle world."

Loren flipped through the rough notes and diagrams, which were obviously quite old. Most of them were written by an author named Andreas Vesalius.

"In Paris in 1534, Nico met a Muggle medical student who was full of eccentric ideas and was very knowledgeable about bones. Two years later, Nico met him again in Venice. His job was to dissect corpses and carefully study the function of each part. Nico thought this was creative work and gave him some small help in terms of money. They kept in touch for a long time afterwards, and these manuscripts are the results of Vesalius."

"Six Anatomical Atlases" "The Structure of the Human Body"...