The days of hanging out at Hogwarts

Professor Victor looked at the time. There were still ten minutes until get out of class ended. Seeing the eagerness on the faces of all the young wizards, she smiled and said softly: "get out of class is over."

"marvelous!"

"Long live the professor!"

The little wizards cheered together, quickly took out their notebooks, and began to use the arithmetic they had just learned to tell fortunes for themselves and their friends around them.

Loren directly pulled out a page from the notebook and slapped it in front of Hermione. On it was a divination made with the girl's name. He pointed at the scrawled "4, 4, 3" and said, "With Nico Flamel." Very similar to the fact that both the personality number and the soul number are 4, you are a representative of stability, solidity and diligence, like logical thinking and reasoning, are very organized, and can ensure that work is completed smoothly... you are practical and trustworthy."

"Well, the first number is very accurate. It was written in your mold. As for the soul number..." Loren interpreted it with some uncertainty, "You may be stubborn...suspicious?"

Love to be suspicious...

Hermione looked at herself silently.

Have it?

no……

Loren raised his eyes and looked at Hermione carefully, as if he wanted to see the flowers on Hermione's face.

Hermione felt fuzzy at the sight, and just when she wanted to push away this man's face, he spoke again: "This doesn't seem to be reflected very much... But for the last one, you sometimes pay too much attention to practical results and often get overtired. , this is indeed true.”

Hermione didn't refute, but still said stubbornly: "I just think these classes are very interesting, and I want to learn them first before talking about them."

"Look at the dark circles under your eyes. When I write to Monica at the end of the month, expect to be beaten when I go back for Christmas."

Hermione's eyes widened in disbelief, and her long and beautiful eyelashes trembled: "How old are you when you have to ask your parents for school matters?"

"Hey, as long as it works, even if you are eighteen years old, you are still afraid of being beaten by your mother." Loren's expression was extremely rogue, "Let's take a look at the last number, 9. 9 represents perfect achievements. People who belong to this number are willing to provide others with Service, many people are teachers, scholars or humanitarians. They can also be arrogant and may act self-righteous."

After reading the words against the digital table, Loren let out a proud "tsk": "It's all right. This is the first time that divination is so accurate. I really have a talent."

Hermione couldn't help but roll her eyes: "What does this have to do with talent? As long as you can read and add and subtract, can't you calculate this result? And how accurate is it? How could I be arrogant or self-righteous?"

"Ha!" Loren sneered, pretending to be indifferent, "Who in the first grade is so self-righteous that he guides people everywhere and is almost ostracized by everyone?"

He asked and answered in a cowardly manner: "Oh, it's the famous Miss Know-It-All."

"you!"

Hermione's fist hardened and she gritted her teeth, "It's my turn. Let me see your name."

Quickly completing the calculation on the parchment, Hermione looked at the three numbers "6, 9, 6" that she finally got, and flipped through the comparison table until the paper clattered: "6 represents harmony, friendship and family, and it belongs to this number. People who are loyal, responsible and loving can stand out..."

Damn it, why are they all compliments?

Seeing the pride that was about to appear on the face of the person opposite, Hermione became even more angry. She quickly skipped the middle part and found the content she wanted in the back part.

Hermione cleared her throat and raised her voice slightly: "People of this number like to be complacent, spread gossip, and join in the fun!"

Loren blinked: "That's true, I don't deny it."

Hermione gritted her teeth, feeling a little tight in her chest.

Damn it, I forgot that this is a shameless person, and speaking to him at this level is not a bad word at all.

"The next number!" Hermione said viciously, "The soul number 9, from this number you can see your desires and fears. You have a desire to control and are afraid that things are beyond your control..."

"It seems like this~"

"..."

Hey, I feel so angry all of a sudden!

…

The weekend is soon here again.

The refining process of wolfsbane potion is not difficult, but the ingredients are a bit complicated. You have to keep an eye on it, and the heat should be adjusted appropriately according to the moon phase and weather. If you encounter a storm with thunder and lightning, you have to turn off the flame and wait for the rain to stop before continuing. .

Moon phases, thunder and lightning, storms... This involves the underlying principles of magic that cannot be explained well. At least Loren can't figure it out now, so he can just follow the experience of his predecessors.

Loren had simulated normal weather several times in the Book of Fantasy and brewed it the second time. However, the efficacy of the medicine could not be verified in the Book of Fantasy.

But judging from Flamel's reaction, it was very powerful.

There is a full moon on September 1st, the day when school starts, and the next full moon will be around the end of the month. Wolfsbane potion needs to be consumed a week in advance and should be brewed before the 23rd, which is plenty of time.

After dinner on Friday, Loren walked into Snape's office in the basement while he was eating. He opened the door and walked in. Snape was grading homework.

He handed over the notebook that recorded the detailed brewing process of [Wolfsbane Potion-Rafflesia Revised Version] and asked for advice: "Professor Snape, the specific operations of the brewing process have been determined. I just need to adjust the stirring method in the original version. and heat. But regarding the dosage issue, I would like to confirm again. The added amount of Rafflesia extract seems to exceed the optimal dosage, but I can’t figure out how much to reduce it, take a look.”

Snape put the quill he used for grading homework back into the ink bottle, took the notebook and started looking at it from the beginning, without raising his head: "Rafflesia is added to the basic version, and it won't have a big impact if it exceeds the limit. You can add more That’s it.”

"influential."

"What impact?"

"It's difficult to brew, and the patient may not be able to drink it."

"What can't you drink?" Snape suddenly paused, frowned and asked, "Why did you add rue?"

Loren secretly took a look at his expression and made sure there was nothing unusual before replying: "Rue herb has a slight sedative effect, which can relieve the discomfort caused by the wolfsbane potion. Moreover, its magic power is very weak and takes effect slowly. It will not have an impact on the efficacy of the medicine.”

Snape took it and looked at it carefully. His face was neither sad nor happy, and he could see nothing. After a while, he said: "The idea is feasible, but the effect of rue is too weak to be noticed. It doesn't matter whether it is added or not. It doesn’t matter. As for the dosage of Rafflesia, there is no need to change it.”

"Ah? But according to my calculations, this dose is indeed excessive, so I need to subtract some of it."

"Potions, not arithmetic." Snape raised his head and glanced at him, his tone calm, "This is a practical subject, and you should adjust the dosage of the medicine based on the patient's feedback, not Self-righteous calculations.”

"Why do clinical trials first and then experiments..." Loren muttered softly.

"What did you say?"

"nothing."

"Potion research and development is magic that you modify as you go. No matter how much you immerse yourself in calculations, it can't compare to practice. Potion brewing is a magic ritual, just like a magic spell. If the magic doesn't take effect, you will never know whether the spell is recited correctly. "Snape said, got up and rummaged through the bookshelf behind his desk, found a book called "The Smoking Cauldron and the Potion Tester" and handed it to him, "It records some ancient wizards adjusting potions. As for the formula, take it back and look at it."

"OK."

"Once you get through it, send it to Lupine one week before the full moon, and find a way to observe him yourself."

"Okay-huh?"

Loren looked up in disbelief, "Just give Professor Lupin my magic potion! You want me to find a way to observe him myself!?"

"Does it matter?" Snape glanced at him indifferently, "He will go to the Shrieking Shack to hide anyway. Even if your potion fails, a werewolf will not be able to cause trouble in Hogwarts. "

"This..." Loren felt like he was breaking into a cold sweat.

"Do you want me to give you a approval slip? I can also get Dumbledore's approval slip for you."

"No need, this is not a matter of approval."

"The locket on the cabinet at the door contains ten medicinal ingredients. You can go." Snape waved his hand and reminded him, "Pay attention to the brewing time and the full moon. The wolfsbane potion must be given to him a week in advance. Drink it.”

"knew."

When the door closed and Loren left, Snape picked up the quill from the ink bottle again and continued to review the homework, with only a slight curve at the corner of his mouth.

Since the first grade, he has noticed Loren's talent in potions, but the first two years were all about basic knowledge and basic potion brewing. The key to becoming a true potion master lies in the ability to develop and optimize formulas.

Wolfsbane Potion is a long-term project that spans decades. Loren's ability to make a practical plan in such a short period of time proves that his vision is correct. Loren's future achievements may even surpass his.

As for Lupine, it was just an interlude in his teaching, just to have fun for himself.

Anyway, he was the beneficiary of the improved wolfsbane potion.

The ink flowed down from the tip of the quill pen, leaving smooth comments on the parchment. Even the rustling sound of the pen tip crossing the paper was filled with joy.

Harry Potter assignment grade: D (terrible)

Snape kept writing and reviewing, and the smile on his lips became more obvious.

…

It was almost lights out when he returned to the Gryffindor common room. Harry was surrounded by a group of third-year wizards, sighing and looking sad.

Loren entered through the portrait hole, picked up Crookshanks from the entrance of the hole, sat next to them, and asked a little strangely: "Why are you sleeping here? Are you planning a night out or a slumber party?"

"Meow~" Crookshanks called lazily, lying on his lap obediently, like a fluffy ginger cushion.

Harry sighed: "We are thinking about how to convince Wood."

Oh, Quidditch.

That's okay.

Loren quickly tickled Crookshanks' chin, which made the kitten squint in comfort: "What, are you going to persuade him to give up his position as captain?"

"No, it's not!" Harry was startled and hurriedly explained before the man said more violent remarks, "We are considering recruiting new players for the team. It is time to recruit new players in the third grade, but Wood doesn't seem to have any. I want to recruit new ideas.”

"They are going to miss this talented player like me..." Ron sighed sadly: "The team's current configuration is just right, no more, no less. Wood doesn't want to spend time training new players. He is already in seventh grade this year. , I want to win another Quidditch Cup before graduation. Sigh..."

"They are going to miss us too, alas..." Seamus and Dean were equally melancholy.

"Why are you two joining in the fun? Even if we recruit new people, you can't be chosen." Loren combed the hair along Crookshanks' back, making the kitten purr happily.

"Excessive! You obviously can't fly as well as us!"

"That's right!"

Seamus and Dean denounced him with equal hatred.

Loren said lightly: "I don't want to be on the team."

Seamus and Dean: "..."

Why is he so annoying!

"Stop arguing, Seamus, Dean, you can't defeat him." Harry reluctantly advised, "Loren, can you help us in any way?"

Loren is addicted to petting cats: "What do other players think?"

"Katie, Aaliyah, George and Fred don't care. Angelina does want to recruit new people, but she's not very willing."

"Let's just state the pros and cons directly. He will graduate next year. Then the captain will be changed and new players will be recruited. He will also have to train with the new team members. Just wait to be humiliated by Slytherin."

"Ah? Ah!"

"I'm going to find Wood now!"

"Wait a minute Harry, it's almost twelve o'clock now!"

…

After the little wizards stomped upstairs to their dormitories, the candles in the lounge automatically went out, leaving only sporadic red flames left in the fireplace.

Crookshanks opened his eyes, jumped off the sofa lightly, lazily returned to the portrait hole and sat down. Bright yellow eyes shined coldly in the darkness.