days at Hogwarts

Chapter 92
"For wizards, common cutting wounds are not serious injuries, and herbs such as white fresh can heal quickly."

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

"As a means of combat, isn't this an excellent characteristic? Not to mention it is used to process herbs."

Loren believes that whether it is black magic or normal magic, it is good magic if used on the right path. Magic is just a tool. In the final analysis, it depends on whether the wizard who masters magic is a dark wizard.

Flamel laughed: "I agree with you to a certain extent, but it's not just the unpredictable power of black magic that stops you."

"Why is that?" Loren asked.

Flamel waved his hand, and a cloud of white mist shot out from his sleeve and filled the air.

The duel room suddenly went dark, only the diffused clouds glowed.

From it emerged a young wizard with a handsome face and a gentle smile.

In the very first scene, the young wizard starts talking to himself against the black firelight, which is the scene where he studies black magic.

"The reason why black magic is called black magic is because this kind of spell has an alienating effect on the soul that is not firm enough."

Following Flamel's narration, the handsome face of the young wizard who studied black magic became thin and ferocious, and his smile became crazy. 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."

In the picture, black flames ignited on the body of the black wizard, and finally burned into a dry bone.

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 and have your own understanding of the world before getting in touch with black magic." magic."

Loren understood that the alienation and pollution of the soul by black magic is not some kind of stable magical effect, but that some wizards' desire for power or desire exceeds the limit, and they are addicted to black magic and drag themselves into the abyss.

This is the same as his impression. After all, Dumbledore is the master of black magic, and he has not seen him sink into the 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 11-year-old wizard, perhaps he should follow Flamel's advice.But he is not.

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

The two made an agreement that as long as Flamel noticed any abnormality in Loren's temperament, he should stop practicing black magic and seek help from Dumbledore.

In this way, the progress of studying the Shenfeng Shadowless Curse slowly moved forward again.

Saturday morning, restaurant.

Yesterday's rain seems to have drained away the moisture deposited by the recent dark clouds. Although the sky is still overcast in the morning, the rain has stopped.

Just the fact that it wasn't raining already made Harry feel good. He had to train all day today, and it was always good if it wasn't raining.

Neville seemed to have moved on from the previous incident. He ate very well, and talked to Harry and Ron from time to time. The three of them made an appointment to go to the Quidditch pitch 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.

"Quidditch will recruit people in the second year, maybe we should all try." Ron felt that he had some chances too.

The three happily discussed Quidditch, and Loren kept silent, trying not to attract the attention of several people.I sipped the pumpkin porridge with my head down, it was warm and sweet.

In his head, if Neville finds out that he has no Quidditch talent, how to fool him again, maybe he can say that Harry's father was a Seeker back then...

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.

"Go, practice the spell with me."

The little witch took Loren to practice the Untraceable Stretching Charm all day in the Room of Requirement.

Back in the Gryffindor common room at night, Harry Ron and Neville had already returned, sitting around on the bench.

"Loren! Hermione! Come here, you don't know how incredible what happened today." Ron called Loren loudly.

He put one hand on Neville's shoulder, and waved the other excitedly, "I would say that 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."

On the Quidditch pitch during the day, Neville was still afraid of heights while riding a broomstick. He would feel dizzy when he flew to a certain height, but his flying speed close to the ground surprised everyone on the Quidditch pitch.

The twins tease him for being a nimble fat guy.

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

"This can't be the psychological shadow left by flying lessons. You should have been afraid of heights earlier." Hermione's slender eyelashes fluttered thoughtfully. Her parents are both doctors. medical knowledge.

Neville frowned and recalled, "When I was 8 years old, Uncle Algie threw me off the stairs in order 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 he has been afraid of heights since then."

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

"Calm down, calm down Hermione." Loren comforted her by pressing on her shoulder, "His uncle is a wizard, and he will definitely not let Neville fall to his death."

It was only after a few people talked about it that Hermione calmed down.

Unbeknownst to Neville's Uncle Algie, he was nearly sent to Azkaban for child abuse.

As Gryffindor's second Quidditch match approached, Wood's training became more rigorous, training no matter the rain or snow.The Quidditch players even turned off the lights in the waiting room several times.

"If Filch is smart enough, he should wait in front of the Fat Lady."

"If you catch one, it's all night tours."

The twins complained like this, but Wood's training didn't diminish because of the complaints.

Neville, who often followed Harry to watch their Quidditch practice, was gradually getting over his fear of heights.

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

Under the dim light, Snape was correcting homework on the desk, and Loren was in the storage room.

He was staring in a daze at a box of potatoes piled up in front of him, each of which had been cut in half by the Shenfeng Wuying Curse.

"Use the counter-curse to remove the Shadowless Curse on Potato, and then restore them."

Recalling Snape's request, Loren couldn't figure out how a person could be so fickle. Last week he was peeling a tuber, but this week it became a counter-curse practice.

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

Loren took out his wand, thinking of it as practice.

"[Quick Healing]"

"[Quick Healing]"

"[Quick Healing]"

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

Thanks to the help of the correction talent, Loren's [Quick Healing] can quickly remove the remaining magic front and shadow on the cut surface of the potatoes, allowing them to fit together again.

It can be seen that Snape cut these potatoes very freely, the magic power on them is not strong, even without the help of talent, it should be able to clear them, but it will be slower.

"Professor Snape, I'm done." Loren rubbed his sore arm as he waved his wand, feeling that his magic power was not consumed much, and his physical strength was consumed more.

Hearing this, Snape's non-stop strokes of the quill stopped, and the speed was much faster than expected, so he should not be addicted to black magic.

"Don't be too preoccupied with power and ignore some things." Snape's quill continued to stroke.

"Professor, you should have wanted me to learn the Shadowless Curse as soon as possible. Why did you suddenly change the curse?" Loren still felt that something was wrong.

Snape didn't answer what he had to say.

Recently, it was discovered that the know-it-all lady was always acting alone, instead of being with Loren as before. This situation brought back some similar memories in his mind, thinking that Loren might be addicted to power and indifferent to friends.

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

Seeing that Snape didn't answer, and didn't let him go, he turned to ask another question he had forgotten before, "Professor, why did you suddenly become the referee of Quidditch?"

Snape snorted coldly: "Although there is a looking glass, even if there is an early warning off the field, it is too late to save the famous savior. I am the referee to keep him alive."

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 angered Loren: "You can go back."

"Good night, Professor." After speaking, Loren retreated quickly, causing trouble to Chi Yu.

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 race took place in the afternoon, and the weather was neither good nor bad, no rain, but the clouds have always been so gloomy lately.

The little wizards of the first grade gathered in a stand, secretly cheering for Harry.

Neville couldn't figure out why Ron and Hermione both took out their wands and held them in their hands, as if they were going to fight at any time.

Speaking of wands, grandma wrote back, and when the Quidditch match was over, he would ask for leave to buy a wand that belonged to him from Ollivander.

He'll never be Gryffindor's tail, never deduct Gryffindor House Cup points again.

Looking at Professor Snape in the arena, well, the last one is to be determined.

"Remember, don't forget, it's the stiff legs," Hermione whispered to Ron.

"I know." Ron whispered back, and they kept Loren from hearing about it.

The two planned to cast a spell on Snape if he showed signs of harming Harry.

Loren sat next to him and didn't participate in the commentary. Hufflepuff is a friendly brother college, and Professor McGonagall thought his way of explaining was hurtful.

There doesn't seem to be a second Quidditch scene in the movie, and Ron and Hermione pay more attention to Quirrell than to Snape.

call out!
The whistle sounded, and fourteen players from the two teams, together with Professor Snape, took off into the air.

Harry accelerated and flew out of the main battlefield, looking at the audience.

He believed that Snape would not dare to attack him under Dumbledore's nose, but he still planned to catch the Golden Snitch as soon as possible to end the game just in case there were more dreams in the night.

You come and go on the field, the battle is fierce, but both sides are disciplined and not too angry.

In the stands, Ron and Hermione watched Snape's every move.

"Ouch!" Ron exclaimed.

Someone poked Ron in the back of the head. It was Malfoy.

Malfoy grinned at his two squires, and Crabbe and Goyle followed suit.

"Wonder how long Potter can stay on his broomstick this time? Anyone willing to bet? How about you, Weasley?"

Ron was paying attention to the situation on the field and had no time to talk to Malfoy.

Malfoy didn't know why he had to do these provocative behaviors, he wanted to attract the attention of the people around him.

But everyone's attention was on the field, and no one paid attention to him, which made Malfoy a little angry.

"Do you know how the Gryffindor team picks their players?" Malfoy exclaimed. Money. Neville Longbottom, you should be in the team too, because you have no brains."

These words were too much, Loren looked away from the field, turned his head and scolded Malfoy: "Enough, watch the game carefully, and go back to the castle if you don't watch."

Malfoy was stunned by the scolding, and turned into a wave of anger, wanting to scold Loren with him, but for some inexplicable reasons, he didn't say it.

Crabbe on the side scolded, "Bah! Mudblood! Both you and that know-it-all lady."

Hermione heard the words, but didn't know what the Mudblood meant.She was staring intently at Snape, escorting Harry.

Ron and Neville knew what Mudblood meant, looked at Crabbe in disbelief, and rushed towards Crabbe angrily, and the three wrestled together.

Malfoy froze when he saw this scene.

An idea occurred to him to apologize to Loren on Crabbe's behalf.

The cold wind blew, apologizing, and Malfoy amused himself at the thought.He is a noble pure-blood family, why should he apologize, they are indeed mud...

Malfoy didn't think about it anymore, he stopped Goyle who was about to go up to help, and led him to turn away, the reason was that he didn't want Slytherin to be deducted more points.

Ron, Neville and Crabbe rolled into a ball on the ground.

Loren knew the Mudblood was a curse, but didn't understand the meaning.The three of them scuffled, and Ron and Neville were trying to help him out, and they knew who to help with their thumbs.

He took out his wand, "【All petrified】"

There was a flash of white light, and the crisp binding spell hit Crabbe from the three of them with precision.

Crabbe lay limp in the aisle of the stands, pale and stiff.

Ron and Neville got up, with traces of blood on their faces.

"How dare he say that!" Ron was still angry, stretched out his foot and kicked the collapsed Crabbe

Neville nodded, still immersed in the aftertaste of the excitement of the first impulsive fight.

He heard his own breathing right next to his ear: Huh~huh~
The intense heartbeat is right next to my ear: boom boom!Boom!

A voice asked him in his heart:

Cowardly Neville, how did you rush up just now?

Longbottom, how dare you charge up!

It's like, it's like a force gushing out of my body, that's courage.

"Are you all right?" Loren asked.

Ron touched the blood on his face, then leaned over to look at Neville who was stunned, "Hey, it's okay, it's this guy's nosebleed."

As he spoke, he stretched out his foot and kicked Crabbe a few more times.

(End of this chapter)