The days of hanging out at Hogwarts

Loren was holding a copy of "Dark Magic Quest" in his hand, smacking his lips from time to time, and it looked like he had candy in his mouth.

Hermione buried her head in the ancient runes textbook, not showing her face at all.

The two men sat in a row, chairs next to each other, arms close together. Whenever Loren's arm touched Hermione's, she moved away like a frightened rabbit.

And Loren would lean in every once in a while, as if teasing Hermione was a fun game.

Harry's tooth hurt from looking at it, and he looked at Ron in silence for a moment: "How long have they been like this?"

"I don't know." Ron scratched his head. "They were already like this before I came here. Loren was answering all the questions they asked."

The image of a girl flashed in Harry's mind and he gritted his teeth.

Damn, it’s so enviable...

Seeing that Harry was also in an abnormal daze, Ron expressed his incomprehension. He knocked on the table and interrupted the game between the two people opposite him: "Loren, Hermione, you have learned the Patronus Charm, and you plan to join Professor Lupin." Club?"

After hearing the question, Loren raised his head and thought about the recent arrangements.

Brewing wolfsbane potion, studying black magic, Animagus rituals...

Loren shook his head: "I won't go."

Hermione also looked up from her textbook, her cheeks a little red: "I, I won't go either."

Hearing their answers, Harry couldn't help but start to fantasize about whether he would be the first to cast the Patronus Charm in front of the young wizard, and whether Cho Chang would notice him...

"Hey! Hey-"

After coming back to his senses, Ron waved in front of Harry's eyes and looked at him doubtfully, "I want to ask you, do you still want to join Professor Lupin's club?"

"Yes!" Harry nodded heavily.

"Then let me join too." Ron slumped into his chair and complained feebly, "I'm so busy. I want to be admitted to the Animagus teaching class, I want to learn the Patronus Charm, and I also want to enter the Quirk The Dodgers...third grade was no fun.”

Seamus, who was passing by, suddenly interrupted: "But third graders can go to Hogsmeade."

"Don't mention Hogsmeade!" Ron complained even louder, "Because of those dementors, who knows when we can go to Hogsmeade this year?"

…

Wednesday.

The last class of the morning for Gryffindor third-year students is Defense Against the Dark Arts.

"This week's assignment is to write a comprehensive paper on dangerous aquatic organisms, and comprehensively discuss ways to deal with these organisms... Combined with what you have learned in the previous two years, pay attention to environmental factors..."

"Okay, that's it for today's class. Loren, please stay for a while."

After Professor Lupine finished speaking, the little wizard cheered and rushed out of the classroom.

"You go to the auditorium to get my food first. Remember to grab my favorite roasted chicken legs and mango pudding." Loren looked at Hermione.

Hermione wrinkled her little nose cutely: "Roasting chicken legs is not good, it may damage the mandrake blades."

"Okay, okay, just watch and take..." Loren shouted, pushing Hermione by the shoulders and sending her out of the classroom.

So Loren and Professor Lupine were the only ones left in the classroom. Lupine put away his textbooks and looked at him: "Follow me."

"ah?"

The Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom was not far from the office. Loren followed Lupine into the office. Although the decoration was still simple, there were many sealed wooden boxes in the corners, covered with black cloth. They were mysterious and looked a bit like potions. The atmosphere in the office was gone.

In the corner of the wall, a water tank was replaced where the water monkey Kabbah was originally stored. A disgusting green monster with sharp horns replaced the water monkey. It put its ugly face against the glass of the water tank and made various weird faces. Tapping on the glass with a nail hyperplasia finger.

"Grindylow? Why are you here? We have learned this before?"

Lu Ping put down his textbook, sat down, and said with a smile: "You have learned it in the third grade, and you still have to learn it in other grades."

Simple black magic creatures such as Grindylow and Red Hat were taught in the second grade. However, Loren and his group of students had special circumstances, so they were postponed to the third grade.

Loren also laughed: "It's Professor Lockhart's fault."

"Would you like a cup of tea? I was just about to make a cup of tea."

"No, professor, just tell me if you have anything to do. I'm in a hurry to have lunch."

"Did you see the wooden box over there? A new batch of Boggarts has arrived, and the quantity is enough, so you can pick one." Lupine went to find a teacup, put tea bags, and poured hot water.

Loren lifted the black cloth and saw a row of wooden boxes. A rough count showed that there were at least thirty Boggarts.

He grinned and said: "So Professor Luping, you are a hidden rich man."

Lupine came over and held a cup of tea in his hand: "I am not, but Professor McGonagall is. I mentioned buying teaching aids on Monday, but she directly allocated the money to me that night. If not..."

Lupine didn't finish the rest. If it weren't for the trouble of purchasing so many dark magic creatures on the black market, this batch of goods would have arrived long ago.

What? Why buy on the black market?

Otherwise, Boggart is a contraband and cannot be sold in regular stores.

"Boggarts are not living creatures in the strict sense. They cannot reproduce, and they recover very slowly if something goes wrong. Don't play with them, um, don't break them."

Loren grinned: "Don't worry, Professor, I'm not a dark wizard. I will definitely treat this little cutie well."

Lupine looked at his smile and suddenly became worried about the Boggart.

…

Back at the dining table in the auditorium, Loren saw the girl immersed in unpacking roasted chicken legs. Her fluffy brown hair hung down to cover her face, but through the gap, she could still see the girl's serious look and focused expression.

The girl had already taken apart the roasted chicken legs on the dinner plate. The chicken legs torn into thin strips were piled up on most of the plate. The chicken bones were put aside and were still steaming.

Sitting down next to Hermione, Loren did not immediately enjoy the meal. Instead, he leaned over and said in a coquettish manner: "Wow, you went out of your way to help me open the meat. Hermione is too gentle!"

The girl's face began to turn red.

"But it's a pity, I just like the texture of chewing the bones. Grilled chicken legs without chewing the bones is soulless."

The blush that had appeared just now gradually subsided, and Hermione fell silent for a while, but still didn't reply.

Loren still didn't give up. After thinking for a while, he continued: "Oh, it's so detailed. Is there anyone who particularly wants to kiss it?"

boom--

So someone got what he wanted and was hammered. Most of the chicken legs that were opened on the plate were confiscated, and he was also fined to give the girl to open the chicken legs.

Time flies and it's Friday night.

Because there were so many young wizards signing up to learn the Patronus Charm, Professor McGonagall took the initiative to persuade Lupine to convert the mobile classroom into an auditorium.

After dinner, the auditorium was decorated, the long dining table disappeared, and a small square high platform appeared in front of the guest of honor seat. The gold-plated surface reflected the light of hundreds of candles, which looked extremely dazzling.

The ceiling was once again as dark as velvet, and the room was crowded with little wizards, each holding his own wand and looking excited.

"Professor McGonagall, can't the stage really be adjusted again?"

Beside the stage, Lu Ping looked at the glittering square platform in front of him with a helpless expression. This was the result of his hard work.

Hearing this, several professors who were watching couldn't help but smile.

"I've told you many times, just call me Minerva, Remus, we are colleagues now." Professor McGonagall's lips curved slightly, feeling happy, "How about teaching if all the little wizards can see clearly? How can there be no stage?"

"Remus, just accept it." Professor Flitwick said with a smile, "You know, the previous Defense Against the Dark Arts professor would only ask if the stage could be bigger and more gorgeous."

Lupine shook his head helplessly. It had been a month since he joined the job, and he had already heard about the deeds of Professor Gilderoy Lockhart.

Under the stage, the little wizards gathered together in their own small circles and chatted.

Seamus walked in and out of the crowded crowd, and he could go over to each college to say a few words. When he squeezed out of the crowd again, he saw Harry and Ron, and happily walked over: "Everyone is guessing Professor Lupin. What is a Patronus, Harry, have you seen it?"

Professor Lupine's patron saint?

Harry frowned, recalling the scene when Professor Lupine gave him a demonstration. The professor always summoned the light of the incorporeal Patronus, and only the Patronus entity was revealed during the first class.

Maybe there are some restrictions.

Harry shook his head and put aside the messy thoughts: "It's a wolf."

"Wolf! This is so cool!" After receiving another piece of exclusive information, Simo started to move again where he had just stopped, squeezing his way into each circle of people who were discussing the loudest.

"It can't be the last one, the last one..." Ron waved his wand and muttered as he practiced the spell-casting movements of the Patronus Charm.

Not paying attention to Ron's behavior, Harry saw the girl in the Ravenclaw circle of young wizards.

She is so beautiful, so mysterious, so elegant...

Loren went to study potions with Snape, and Hermione went to discuss ancient runes with Professor Babbling. These two people were not here... If I can be the first to summon the Patronus, she will definitely notice me. …

Thinking of this, a silly smile appeared on Harry's face.

…

On the basement floor, Dean Slytherin's office.

Severus Snape was checking the potions business income and expenses in Africa last month.

Most of the materials were purchased from the African continent, and the finished products were sold to most of the world. The business of Hogwarts was spread and the stall became bigger. Minerva also followed Dumbledore's bad example and assigned her original job of deputy principal to others. Several deans.

Poor Filius and Pomona didn't realize her sinister intentions and actually sided with Minerva.

It made him, the majestic Head of Slytherin, settle accounts here!

At seven o'clock in the evening, Snape heard a knock on the door. He already knew who it was without asking. Snape said without raising his head, "Come in."

Loren opened the door and walked in, sat down at the table familiarly, and poured himself a cup of tea: "Professor, I'm here to get this month's Wolfsbane potion ingredients. I still have some questions I want to ask about last month's formula. dose."

Snape raised his head and glanced at Loren, frowned, and put the ledger aside: "Tell me what you think first."

"Okay, Professor." Loren took out his notebook and said, "By observing the status of the werewolf Professor Lupin, I recorded these characteristics..."

"About six o'clock in the morning, he returned to his human form and was in good condition." Loren glanced at Snape, "So my conclusion is that the effect of Rafflesia is very good. You can try to reduce the dosage to reduce the pain of taking the medicine. feeling of discomfort.”

Snape seemed noncommittal, tapping his index finger lightly on the desk, and after a few minutes he slowly spoke: "Let's put aside the effects of Rafflesia flower for now. According to the plan, we should start experiments with leopard skin flower this month, right? "

"Yes."

Loren silently prayed for Professor Lupin in his heart.

"The smell and effectiveness of leopard skin flower are worse than Rafflesia flower, so this month I prepared leopard skin flower with a higher concentration." Snape took out a small box from the drawer and handed it over, "Same as last time, with Good potion, observation and record.”

Loren took it obediently, exited the office obediently, and closed the door obediently.

Watching the little wizard's back disappear behind the door, Snape's fingers were still tapping on the desk, responding to the footsteps gradually receding in the corridor.

A faint smile appeared on Snape's lips, and the memory of talking with Dumbledore on the last full moon night came to his mind again.

A good effect does not mean reducing the dose, it may also mean increasing the dose.

Continue to enhance the effectiveness of the medicine and reduce the frequency of taking the medicine.

After all, being an undercover agent requires you to reduce contact with the outside world. At that time, there were no fresh potions every month.

…

Book of Fantasy, virtual potion room.

Flamel looked at the crucible with interest.

The copper crucible was boiling slightly on a small fire. The viscous potion was purple with a weird green tint, and bubbles were popping out, exuding an indescribable weird smell.

Loren, whose whole body was under the Bubble Curse, carefully uncorked a bottle and poured the concentrated extract of the leopard skin flower into the crucible. A stream of yellow-green steam visible to the naked eye rose up and filled the entire potion room.

Caught off guard, Flamel took a sip, and his virtual body instantly turned pale, flickering a few times before disappearing.

A few seconds later, Flamel reappeared with an ugly face, and couldn't help but ask: "Isn't this really poison?"

Loren closed the lid of the crucible with a helpless expression: "Because Professor Lupine and Professor Snape quarreled last time, the concentration of the extract given by Professor Snape this time was even more shocking.

"It is precisely because of this that I need to experiment repeatedly in the Book of Fantasy and adjust the ratio of other materials, which makes me no time to do experiments on dementors and black magic.

"I wish Professor Lupin good luck, and Merlin wishes that I can make the potion before the end of the month, otherwise he will drink the potion brewed by Professor Snape."

The improved version of Wolfsbane potion he used last month could send Professor Lupine to the school hospital, and he could be replaced by Professor Snape...

Loren imagined the scene, and actually felt a chill in the book of fantasy and shivered.

Professor Luping, danger!