The days of hanging out at Hogwarts

Patronus Charm.

One of the most powerful, oldest and most famous defensive spells in the wizarding world. Successfully casting a Patronus Charm is extremely difficult.

The filled silver light continued to spurt out from the tip of Loren's staff, spreading toward both ends of the train with him as the center like an invisible flame, and like some kind of spectacular wave. While driving away the dementors, the Hogwarts Express was dyed silvery white.

Remus Lupine had long believed that only a handful of wizards could summon a Patronus in complete form. Different people have different patron saints. He has seen James's stag, Lily's doe, and weasel, tabby cat...

But it was the first time for Lu Ping to see such a huge patron saint today. Compared to Dumbledore's phoenix, this giant patronus brought him a different kind of shock.

After confirming that the threat of the Dementors was over, Loren put down his wand and stopped casting spells. The silver light lost its source and dimmed in a few breaths until it was completely extinguished.

When putting away the wand, Loren touched a hard small stone on the tip of the wand.

Soul absorbing stone?

Loren quietly put the soul-stirring stone into his pocket.

Neville and Lupine had the same shocked expressions on their faces. Although the crisis caused by fear was lifted, they still needed some time to adapt to the shock caused by the Patronus Curse.

Lupine looked at Loren in confusion, and couldn't help but muttered in a low voice: "Is this the third grade?"

Hermione lowered her head and snickered.

Seeing Lupine and Neville stunned in shock, Ron curled his lips... These two people still didn't understand each other well. Well, Loren, no matter how outrageous it is, it's normal. His hands were a little sore, so Ron changed his hand to hold Harry's head to prevent him from smashing his head or spraining his neck while he was unconscious.

"Professor," Loren said with a slight emphasis, "What now?"

Only then did Lupine remember that he was a professor. He suddenly came back to his senses, put away his messy heart, and looked at Harry who was collapsed in Ron's arms with a complicated expression.

He recognized the lightning-shaped scar, James and Lily's son, the Boy-Who-Lived - Harry Potter.

Thinking of the adjectives in Sirius' letter, he was calm, brave, super powerful, the destined enemy of the mysterious man, Dumbledore's successor... and then comparing it to the outrageous Patronus Curse just now, Lupine felt that Sirius was somewhat filtered by the godfather.

After a moment of silence, Lupine quickly regained his consciousness and looked at the students in the compartment: "You guys stay here, I'll go to the front to find the driver and the student president, and send a letter to Professor McGonagall to try to get the train to arrive as soon as possible. stand."

"What about Harry?" Ron asked anxiously.

"Wake him up and give him some chocolate." Lupine walked out of the cubicle and stood in the aisle looking at Loren, "You know how to deal with it, right?"

"I know, Professor." Loren nodded.

Looking at Professor Lupine's retreating back, Ron realized that Harry was probably fine. He breathed a sigh of relief and began to mutter: "Damn it, can't we go back to school safely?"

He dragged Harry up and put him on the seat, then turned to look at Loren: "How to wake him up."

Neville sat down next to Harry, opened his eyelids, and looked at his pupils.

"Dementors will suck away people's happiness and trigger negative emotional memories. They will have a serious impact on people who are already very vulnerable." Hermione also moved over to check Harry's status. She finally made a judgment, "The photo was taken at the time. The spirit monster is still some distance away from us, so it should be fine. Just think that he is asleep and having a nightmare."

"If you say that, I know what's going on." Ron took action directly, and his palm collided with his cheek, making a snapping sound.

Neville, Loren and Hermione who were watching fell into silence. For some reason, they always felt that watching Ron slap Harry was a bit strange.

"Harry! Harry! Wake up!"

"W-what?" Harry opened his eyes in confusion and adjusted his fallen glasses. He felt his face hurt for no reason. He covered his face and looked at the people in the cubicle stupidly.

This look was a bit silly. Ron looked at him and asked nervously: "Are you okay?"

"It's okay." Harry reacted for a few seconds, sorted out the situation before he lost consciousness, and quickly looked towards the door, "What happened? Where - that guy is? Who is screaming?"

"No one screamed." Ron glanced at his head suspiciously.

Harry felt that his eyes were not polite, but now was not the time to care about it. He looked around in the bright compartment: "But I clearly heard the scream."

As Loren listened to them, he rummaged through the pile of snacks on the small table. He remembered that there were still a few boxes of Chocolate Frogs in there.

"It's the scream in your memory! Dementors can bring back bad memories. The same happened to me just now." Neville thought of his own experience of encountering dementors. If it weren't for Hannah, he would probably be like Harry. lose consciousness.

Recalling the bad memories in the fantasy world, Neville looked at Loren gratefully and moved his lips as if he wanted to say something, but did not continue. He stood up and clapped his hands: "You guys should wait here for news from the professor. I'm going back to the front car, and Hannah is still waiting for me."

Harry stared blankly at Neville as he walked away, feeling even more confused. He turned around and looked at his friends: "What happened? Is that ghost thing wearing that cloak just now a dementor?"

"Yes, Dementors, the jailers who guard Azkaban." Loren took out a few boxes of chocolate frogs from the snack pile and handed them to several people. "Chocolate can relieve the discomfort caused by Dementors. Eat some."

Ron opened a box and took a bite: "Just now, Harry, the dementors followed Neville here, and you suddenly became stiff, fell off your seat, and started twitching. Then Loren came out and used the Patronus Charm. Driven away the dementors.”

Harry didn't think there was anything wrong with Loren knowing the Patronus Charm. He swallowed a mouthful of chocolate and felt a wave of heat rush to his limbs. "But I still don't understand, why am I the only one who lost consciousness?"

"I don't know. You may have to ask the professor to get the answer." Hermione looked at the chocolate frog twitching its hind legs in her hand, frowning tightly, "To be honest, I still can't accept it..."

Loren saw the right moment, grabbed the chocolate frog and stuffed it into her mouth.

…

During the rest of the journey, several people continued to talk about some things about Lestrange. Lupine and Percy went back to the compartment once to confirm that Harry was okay and left with a few words.

Finally, the train stopped at the Hogsmeade platform, and the little wizards got off the train one after another despite the completely dark sky.

As soon as he left the carriage, the icy cold air hit him. Loren shivered, and the bone-chilling rain poured down. The little wizards scrambled to push each other, and the scene was chaotic.

The owl was hooting, the cat was meowing, Neville's pet toad was croaking under his hat, and so was the half-giant.

The half-blood giant Hagrid stood at the end of the platform, waving the small umbrella in his hand and shouting: "First-year students, go this way!"

Hearing the sound, Loren and others looked toward Hagrid, and their eyes converged across the crowd. Hagrid waved to them and shouted: "You four, are you okay?"

"We're okay, Hagrid!" Harry shouted, waving his hands.

They wanted to go over and talk to him, but there was no chance. The crowd around them pushed them towards the other side of the platform.

The scene was so chaotic, Loren and Hermione leaned together to support each other, and he spoke loudly to Harry: "Go back to the castle first, and we'll talk about anything at the banquet."

Harry nodded vigorously.

After walking through the rough muddy path and boarding the Thestral carriage, accompanied by the faint smell of musty and straw in the carriage, the bumpy and swaying senior wizards headed towards the castle.

Hermione sat by the window, leaning next to Loren to tidy up her wet hair. Although her clothes were blessed with [Invulnerability to Water and Fire], a small section of her hair was still wet at the ends.

"I can finally breathe. My head is cleaner than my mother's." Ron leaned in the corner and touched his hair and face. The rainwater stained on his hands flowed down in streams and disappeared into the gaps in the straw.

Harry felt better after eating the chocolate, but he was still tired and didn't even want to clean the water droplets on his glasses. He straightened up slightly and wanted to say something. As soon as he raised his head, he saw two eerie hooded dementors standing guard by the roadside. Suddenly, an uncomfortable feeling of coldness hit him, and Harry sat back down.

Hermione handed the remaining handful of hair to Loren, and stretched her head out of the small window while holding on to the wooden siding, watching the dementors disappear from sight: "Something's wrong, why are there so many dementors?" ?”

"We'll ask the professor when we see him." Loren held her hair with one hand and pointed the wand at it with the other hand, "[Whirlwind Sweep]"

A small force of strong wind blew the girl's hair, bringing out the moisture in her hair and blowing it out of the car.

Loren pinched her hair and twirled it, hmm...it's still not smooth enough without shampoo.

After getting out of the car, I walked up the stone steps and entered the spacious and dark hall. The enchanted torch burned brightly, drying the moisture on the little wizards' bodies and dispelling the chill in a short time.

To the right, the door of the auditorium is open, and you can see the magic dome inside. Tonight, the sky is dark and covered with clouds.

Professor McGonagall stood at the door of the auditorium. She had not seen her for several months. She was still the same as before, with her hair tied into a tight bun and square glasses on her sharp eyes.

"Attention! Be quiet!" She shouted to the little wizards, "Stay in the hall for a while, lest you catch yourself a cold. The party will not start for a while. You can go back to the dormitory to take a shower and change clothes first. Pay attention to the time. …”

Listening to the professor's words, it seemed that all the fatigue and panic were blocked outside Hogwarts Castle by the firelight. The little wizards relaxed and started talking and laughing.

George and Fred were to Loren's left, and he could hear their hushed words.

"Counting those guys who don't give money for answers, we can save enough to open a store in another ten years."

"Huh? Didn't you say eight years? Why are there two more years?"

"Hehe, I went to Egypt to buy those alchemy equipment, but I accidentally overspent and used some of our original savings..."

At this time, Hermione tugged at the corner of his clothes, and Loren turned his head to see Professor McGonagall walking towards them.

"Morgan! Granger! Potter! You three come with me!" Professor McGonagall said to them, "Don't be nervous, we are just going to the office to talk. Weasley, you can go back and change clothes first."

George and Fred next to them turned their heads and replied happily in unison: "Okay, Professor!"

Ron's eyes widened as he watched Professor McGonagall leading his three friends away from the chattering and laughing crowd.

Professor McGonagall followed. Except for Loren, the other two were a little nervous and didn't say much... They walked through the foyer, followed the marble stairs to the second floor, and walked a few steps along the corridor to Professor McGonagall's office.

The Transfiguration Professor's office was small and had a warm and prosperous fire.

As soon as Loren walked in, he saw Principal Dumbledore sitting in front of the fireplace adding firewood. The old principal was sitting on a small bench wearing a golden and red robe for attending the opening dinner, staring at the fire with bright eyes, and seemed to enjoy adding firewood. Firewood for this job. Madam Pomfrey was waiting on the sofa.

Professor McGonagall: "..."

The smile on her face faded, and then she motioned Hermione to sit down and said to the other two people: "Harry, go over and ask Madam Pomfrey to check. Professor Lupin sent an owl in advance to say that you are here." I feel uncomfortable on the train.”

Pomfrey complained in time: "It's so annoying! Those people from the Ministry of Magic sent dementors around the school. Do they think Hogwarts is Azkaban?"

She pulled Harry to sit down on the sofa and began to perform a series of examinations.

"Loren, it's Principal Dumbledore who wants to tell you something." She looked at someone beside the fireplace who was still concentrating on adding firewood and was not focused on anything else. She became a little annoyed and spoke louder, "Principal Dumbledore!"

"Oh, Minerva." Dumbledore shook his head, slowly stood up and walked over, "Please be considerate of this old man, you will understand when you are my age."

Standing next to Loren, he didn't say anything, but raised his hand to the height of Loren's head, then moved his hand over to confirm that Loren's height had reached his chin. Dumbledore sighed with emotion: "She looks really good." Come on, I grew a few inches in one summer vacation. Well, Hermione is a little taller than you, so she grows faster."

Hermione stood nearby, watching the old principal's movements with bright eyes.

Loren had a strange feeling in his heart. Compared to those calculations to win people's hearts, Loren was more willing to believe that this was Dumbledore's heartfelt action.

"Principal, what do you want from me?" Loren asked.

Dumbledore smoothed his beard, straightened the square hat on his head, and said with a smile: "Leave the office to Hermione and Minerva, and accompany me, an old man, for a walk. We'll talk on the way."

Loren nodded and followed Dumbledore out of the office.

On the other side, Madam Pomfrey had finished examining Harry. She said approvingly: "It's nothing. Professor Lupin handled it very well. We finally have a Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher who knows how to prescribe the right medicine."

Professor McGonagall looked at Harry and asked sternly: "Do you really feel okay?"

"yes."

"Very well, you guys wait outside for a while, I'll tell Hermione about her class schedule, and then we'll go downstairs for the banquet together."