The days of hanging out at Hogwarts

Nearly half of the students in the school attended Professor Flitwick's lecture and left the classroom at the same time after the lecture, causing a visible congestion. The corridor outside the classroom was now filled with people.

The crowd was crowded, and looking at the crowd that couldn't disperse for a while, Loren and Hermione simply refused to leave. The two of them leaned against the wall, watching the crowd move slowly and talking about their recent harvest.

Hermione held the notebook in front of her chest with both hands and said with some annoyance: "This is why I learn spells very quickly, but the effect of casting spells is mediocre."

She quickly got rid of her annoyance, and her eyes became eager and excited: "Professor Flitwick's words made me figure it out. I should explore the method of casting spells that suits me instead of abiding by the content in the book."

"It takes thousands of repeated exercises to find a method that suits you. It takes too much time. It's impossible to do this for every spell." Loren advised, "Select a few spells that suit you."

"I will." Hermione raised her chin, an eager expression on her face.

Other young wizards who listened to the lecture also had similar ideas. They selected one or several spells that suited them best, and repeated them consistently, thousands of times, to explore the method of casting spells that best suited them.

Then, show off in front of other little wizards!

Gryffindor common room.

Some senior students who had not attended the lecture sat around Dean and listened to him relay what he had heard.

Percy listened with great interest to the content of the lecture relayed by Dean, and said with some emotion: "If I heard this in the second grade, I would definitely spend all my spare time practicing magic spells."

Dean wondered: "Can't we start practicing now?"

Percy smiled softly and put away the history of magic paper "The Significant Impact of the Goblin Rebellion on the Basic Monetary System" on the table, which was completed in the afternoon. It contained ten inches of parchment and five inches of attached pages. This is just part of his many assignments.

In Percy's opinion, if you want to enter the Ministry of Magic, be reused by your superiors, and have a bright future, you need to obtain as many N.E.W.T.s examination certificates as possible.

"When you reach a senior year, you'll understand that it's not just magic that needs to be busy." Percy said with a smile on his face that he thought was rich in content.

George smiled and teased: "And study "How Prefects Gain Power."

Fred added: "And dating girls!"

Percy's face was filled with dark lines, which quickly turned into anger, and he reached out to teach his two rude brothers a lesson. The twin brothers yelled and ran away.

Loren and Hermione climbed in from the entrance to the lounge, discussing which spells to focus on. As soon as I entered the door, I saw young wizards sitting together in groups, also discussing the choice of spells.

"Illuminating spell! I also want the Light Troupe to perform a musical. Professor Flitwick's performance today was so beautiful!" The speaker was a first-year little witch.

"Me too, me too!" the little witch next to her agreed.

Ron and Neville were counting the spells they had on their hands, as if trying to pick one out. In such an environment, Harry and Seamus, who were sitting leisurely playing wizard chess, were very conspicuous.

"Move forward." Seamus pointed to the chess piece in front of him, so the finger-sized white queen chess piece stepped off the throne, picked up the seat and smashed the black knight's horse.

Hermione was startled, and her confused expression was a little cute.

Loren sat down next to the two of them: "Have you chosen a spell to focus on?"

"Do I still have to choose?" Seamus asked confidently. Seeing the understanding expressions on several people's faces, he nodded with satisfaction, "I have already planned to ask Professor Flitwick directly for advice on thunderbolt explosions next time. There is nothing better than this A spell that suits me better.”

Hearing this, both Loren and Hermione couldn't help laughing.

"Harry, what about you?" Hermione asked.

"I chose the Disarming Charm," Harry said a little embarrassed, "There's no reason, I just think it's suitable and I feel comfortable using it."

After running back and forth several times, the twins finally got rid of Percy's pursuit. When they passed by a few people, they heard the conversation and sat down to catch their breath while laughing.

"Yes, Seamus, you are suitable for this."

With that said, George and Fred sat down and gave Seamus some pointers, which made the originally advantageous situation become anxious.

Loren asked the twin brothers curiously: "What about you? Are there any spells you want to focus on practicing?"

Each of them answered in one sentence:

"Percy is pretending to be mature though."

"But he's right, there are many things more important than magic."

They took a few more steps, and the result was that Harry was now inexplicably the dominant party.

Seamus was tortured with a look of pain on his face. He angrily slapped away the two people's disruptive hands and took over the command again...

In the next few days, the little wizard group was busy discussing the pros and cons of various spells, imagining what would happen if they fully mastered the spells. Professor Flitwick started a craze for practicing magic. The corner of the common room, the abandoned classroom, and the edge of the Black Lake were all shining with the light of magic.

At the suggestion of a senior person, Hermione chose the Iron Armor Charm as the key spell to practice. It did not have beautiful and magnificent light and shadow, nor was it cool and powerful. Some are full of security.

Loren also focused on practicing the Iron Armor Curse, but what he pursued was not to find the method of casting the spell that best suited him. Sanwu Golden Finger had already done it for him. He hoped that during the long process of practice, the Iron Armor Curse could complete some kind of sublimation, similar to the sublimation of [Portal Opening] to [Thunderbolt Penetration].

The Fighting Practice Room in the Book of Fantasy.

The duel partner played by Flamel this time is a pure-blood wizard with a cold face and elegant posture. His every move retains the aristocratic upbringing, and he has a polite but warm smile on his face.

With the corners of his mouth slightly raised, Flamel held the wand and pointed forward to the right: "[Shattered to pieces]"

The magical light exuding a dangerous aura burst out.

"[Armor Protection]" Loren skillfully deflected the magic spell and moved to the left.

The two kept fighting, and the light of the curse bounced around during the collision, hitting the walls of the classroom.

"[Fainted]"

"[Armor Protection]"

Cast a spell and bounce it back.

"[Shattered to pieces]"

"[Armor Protection]"

Cast a spell and bounce it back.

This scenario happens repeatedly.

The dark wizard played by Flamel still fulfills his duties and maintains his aristocratic demeanor. But his brows furrowed slightly, a little dissatisfied.

During the duel practice during the summer vacation, Flamel made it clear that Loren's persistence in rebounding was a bad habit. This habit has been alleviated a lot in the subsequent games, but now it seems that the old habit has returned.

In order to correct Loren's habit, Flamel no longer strictly played the role of a noble dark wizard, but made adjustments to his respectful and courteous tactics. He returned to his previous rhythm of attacking and suppressing, applying pressure, and forcing Loren to make mistakes.

As long as Loren is addicted to rebounding, he will be overwhelmed by the endless wave of attacks and eventually make mistakes. And now the result of an error is no longer the previous repelling spell or binding spell, but a crushing spell!

"[Shattered to pieces] [Shattered to pieces] [Shattered to pieces]" Flamel attacked three times in a row, attacking the opposite side in a Zigzag pattern.

"[Armor Protection]" Loren dodged two of the magic spells sideways, and deflected one with the iron armor spell.

Seeing that the two paths were about to fail, he flashed [Apparition] to the path of the curse, and then condensed an iron armor spell to block one. Then repeat the above operation again, blocking all three crushing curses with the Iron Armor Curse.

It’s so outrageous! Flamel was so angry that he couldn't maintain his disguise, and a burst of light flowed from his body, revealing his true face.

He pointed at Loren and cursed: "Do you have any strange quirks? You must use the Iron Armor Curse to catch all the attacks that can be avoided with one [Apparition]!"

"Do you think you are awesome?"

"How many chances do you think you have to catch the opponent's spell in a real battle? Huh?"

"If the crushing curse is replaced by the killing curse..."

Loren lowered his head and silently accepted all the scoldings. He deserved to be scolded for being so wasteful in actual combat training.

After Flamel vented his anger for a while, Loren finally explained the reason for practicing the Iron Armor Curse: he wanted to sublimate the Iron Armor Curse in actual combat.

Flamel's eyebrows twitched slightly when he heard this... You actually want to rely on your talent to forcefully deduce the curse. Who do you think you are, Merlin?

But when I think about this person's successful experience and his outstanding talents that are rare in hundreds of years...

Flamel's headache became even more severe. He sighed: "Have I ever told you that the creation and invention of magic spells should be done after you are familiar with the principles of magic spells and then deduce it in the direction you expected."

Loren lowered his head, staring at his shoes, silent.

Understand, you won’t give up until you hit your head against the wall and bleed. Flamel thought there was nothing wrong with letting him try: "Even if you want to rely on talent, but you don't have a clear direction, how can the curse evolve?"

"Do you still remember your experience of accidentally creating [Thunderbolt Penetration]? The background of the opening spell and your long-term expectation of explosion finally triggered long-term accumulation when intending to break through the giant monster's defense, creating this combination A spell with explosive and piercing properties."

Flamel asked: "If you want the Iron Armor Curse to sublime, you must have expectations for its effect. Loren, do you have expectations for the Iron Armor Curse to explode like it does?"

This sentence was like a light that illuminated Loren's heart, completely clearing his doubts.

Not only the Opening Charm and the Iron Armor Charm, Loren had practiced many spells, especially the Patronus Charm that Hermione had practiced thousands of times during the summer vacation. But none of the magic spells has been as sublimated as [Open Door]. This is because Loren has no expectations for these magic spells, strong enough to trigger changes.

Loren vaguely grasped a glimmer of aura, but in order to turn the aura into reality, he needed to let it go temporarily. He now has to prepare for another more important thing.

Hogwarts starts on September 1st, and it is already the third week. An ordinary but extraordinary day is in the third week.

Preparing a birthday gift for someone is a wonderful thing. If you are an ordinary friend, you can just pick a book and a pen. If you are more casual, you can buy a birthday gift box specially launched by Honeydukes Candy Store.

But if you're close to a friend whose birthday is coming up, giving a gift can become difficult. Gifts that are too simple seem perfunctory, and books and quills are too ordinary. Gifts that are extraordinary and reflect your heart always require a lot of thought.

Friday night.

When Loren found the twin brothers in the corner of the common room, they were staring at a box of toffees with a faint magic power.

"I'm extremely convinced that the thing we accidentally mixed together several swelling potions and toffee is a wonderful thing." George whispered.

Fred added distressedly: "But except for the product made by coincidence the first time, none of the products we formulated later have this effect."

"Can I just try blindly?"

"The cost would be astronomical."

The two looked at each other and sighed in unison: "Alas~"

Loren walked lightly behind the two of them, squatted down and looked at the toffee that shone with a faint magical light, and asked doubtfully: "Fat tongue toffee?"

The twins' eyes sparkled: "What a name! It's like it was tailor-made!"

"But!" Fred's voice was loud.

They turned around and put their arms around Loren's shoulders.

George asked: "We haven't tricked anyone with this product yet, how do you know what it does?"

Loren spread his little hands and explained: "Magic potions, different potions have different properties. I saw that there are several tongue-expanding potions on this toffee, and I probably guessed the effect."

George's first reaction was not that there was a solution to the formula, but he said with regret: "The knowledge of potions has cursed you, and you will not be able to experience the wonderful candies we make in the future."

Fred nodded with deep understanding. It was a pity that they would never be able to trick Loren into eating candy in the future.

"Ron reminded everyone in the first grade not to eat anything you give them." Loren said that their credibility has long been negative.

George and Fred didn't want to dwell on the misunderstandings the world had about them, so they brought the topic back on track.

Fred asked hopefully: "Loren, can you help us analyze the contents of several magic potions in the toffee?"

George looked serious: "This is extremely important to us."

"No finished medicine is used, only the fungus of Amanita muscaria and the pulp of the eggplant picked in July..." Loren read out the simplified formula.

Even without his help, in order to save experimental costs, the twins would select several main materials for the expansion potion and try it out after a few more attempts.

The twins wrote down the formula in their notebooks with excited expressions, as if they had found a treasure.

"When we mass-produce Fat Tongue Toffee, we can make as many as you want, as long as it's enough!" George said gratefully.

Repay kindness with hatred, thank you...

"No, I want to borrow your Marauder's Map." Loren said the purpose of looking for them.

Fred readily took out an old piece of parchment from his pocket, which was very worn. Neatly stacked, it can be seen that the two of them cherish it very much.

"Although it's not clear how you know the Marauder's Map. You are the same kind of person as us, but George and Fred are willing to trust you."

"Now read with us—"

"I solemnly swear that I will not do bad things."