days at Hogwarts

Chapter 115 Shared Book Corner

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Loren closed the lid of the suitcase, which contained a large pile of books that Hermione was planning to borrow.

It is all teaching-related content, classic examples, key points of basic spell exercises, etc.

And that's just some of the useful books Hermione has sorted out.There are also some theoretical manuscripts, notes, and special texts of wizards that were not included.

Moving books is a physical labor. Loren let out a sigh of relief and asked, "How do you plan to borrow them out? You can't take books out of the box in front of them?"

No matter how you say it, the Untraceable Stretching Mantra is against the law, so it can't be used openly.Such a large quantity is not easy to stack.

Hermione has already made plans, "I plan to discuss with Professor McGonagall and Mrs. Pince to add a new shelf for take-away books in the library. Lend them out like you usually borrow books."

"How to explain the source of the book?"

After all, the number is a bit large, not a collection of books that two young wizards from Muggle families can produce.It is also not good to directly expose the existence of the House of Requirement.

"Let's say the source is confidential, and explain it to Professor McGonagall. This is for the studious little wizard, and she will agree." Hermione is very confident about this. Professor McGonagall is a professor who really cares about students.

"At night, I will quietly put the books in the box into the library at night." Loren weighed the box in his hands, satisfied with his weight.

"Okay, let's go to the library first." Hermione selected a few notebooks from the pile of books, planning to spend time practicing the spells on them during the holidays.

"What spells are you going to learn during the holidays?" Loren carried the suitcase, and walked out of the Room of Requirement with Hermione, heading for the library.

Compared with when they just received the notice and knew little about the magic world, now they are less worried about chanting curses and getting a buffalo to step on them.

That kind of situation only happens once in more than ten years, and it can be included in textbooks every time.

The professors repeatedly mentioned that it was to take care of the little wizards who had just entered school, for fear that they would practice spells indiscriminately and cause trouble.

"It's mainly a few spells to be learned in the second grade, the expansion spell, the freezing spell and the general breaking spell."

Having said that, Hermione paused for a moment, showing a sweet smile, "I still have to go camping with my parents, so I might not have time."

She glanced at Loren quietly, "Do you remember? My mother invited you to our house as a guest. When will you come?"

Loren starts to figure out his vacation schedule.

I guess I can't go back immediately after the holiday, so I have to use the Philosopher's Stone to see if I can change Nagini back.Although I have no idea, I have already got the hardware magic stone, so I have to try it.Maybe ask Flamel.

Afterwards they should be heading home on the Dumbledore Express.But speaking of going home, Grandpa Bates is still on his travels. Last time he wrote a letter saying that he revisited his old place and met old friends.

What left-behind children, he was afraid that he would go back and roast the lamb alone.

"I'm not sure, I'll give you a surprise then." That's all Loren could answer.

"If you lie to me..." Hermione clenched her small fist and shook it a few times, moaning threateningly.

Loren secretly made up his mind to put the practice of apparation on the agenda.To overthrow the heretical rule of melee combat, it is urgent to learn teleportation.

Loren accompanied Hermione to the library. It was empty and there was no one there.

The exams are over, there are no classes, no homework, and no little wizard will think that the library is a good place for leisure and entertainment.

Little wizards in Ravenclaw also prefer to borrow books from the library and find a quiet place to read alone.

"Looks like I can pour the book out now." Loren said, looking at the empty library.

Hermione gently tugged at the hem of his coat, motioning him to look aside.

Loren looked in the direction.Then he found Mrs. Pince sitting in front of the first row of bookshelves, staring at them with sharp eyes.

His eyes were locked on them, to be precise, on him, and he followed him all the way from the library door to the window.

Loren withdrew Mrs. Pince's gaze. She always felt that Mrs. Pince, who had been staring at them as soon as she came in, looked a bit bleak. It was really miserable to guard the empty library by herself.

Hermione planned to just stay in the library and read. Compared to watching those mentally handicapped boys bathing with squid tentacles by the lake, reading was more enjoyable.

Loren wanted to start her own secret business, put the box in the library and left.

……

Linen is woven by twisting flax and is the strongest kind of textile. The surface is not as smooth as chemical fiber and cotton, but has a vivid concave-convex texture. Painters often use the subtle and interesting material beauty of linen.

But painters paint on flat linen, not turning a bag over and sketching on the wrinkled inside.

Looking at the magic script and magic circle shining white on the small pocket in front of him.Loren twisted his neck to ease the pain that didn't exist in his conscious body.

Thanks to yesterday's practice, the rest is much smoother.

He lifted up the imaginary practice materials with the floating spell, approached the black boiler in the middle of the alchemy laboratory, threw all the materials into it, and burned it into a red light without ashes.

After finishing, Loren clapped his hands and looked at Flamel lying above the boiler, "Flamel, I've already got the Philosopher's Stone, how should I recognize the composition of the human body?"

Flamel supported his head with one hand, lying on his side, and yawned.With a wave of his hand, the alchemy laboratory switched to a bright library.

The place where he sleeps on his side has been replaced by a bookshelf instead of a boiler.

"Human body refinement is a taboo content, even more taboo than black magic. Wizards who secretly study it dare not spread the contents of their notes. Nico also didn't collect them on purpose."

Flamel patted the bookshelf under him, "Only the following contents, most of them are books from the Muggle world."

Loren flipped through the rough notes and atlases on the paper, which were obviously old.Most were written by an author named Andrea Vesalius.

"In Paris in 1534, Nico met a whimsical Muggle medical student who was very good at studying bones. Two years later, Nico met him again in Venice, where he worked on corpses. Open it up and carefully study the function of each part. Nicole thought it was a creative work, and gave him some small help in terms of money. After a long period of time, they kept correspondence, these manuscripts It's all the work of Vesalius."

"Six Anatomical Atlases", "Human Body Structure"...

It looked like a very ancient anatomy book, and Loren put it down after turning a few pages.

Modern anatomy is more developed. If Flammel only has this part of knowledge, maybe he should go to a Muggle medical school to study instead of looking through outdated anatomy books by himself.

Flammel was still saying: "Nico thinks that interpreting the mysteries of wizarding magic should also follow this path. But the wizarding world is smaller and narrower than Muggle society. Even if he is a master alchemist, it is difficult to make such remarks. Will be regarded as an evil dark wizard. I will not study it any further... "

"You have to take this path in the future, have you really thought about it?" Flamel said this with a strange look in his eyes, and he really wanted to get some answers from his eyes.

The magic world is like the Renaissance, the society before the liberation of the mind, but they have extremely high productivity, so they don't have any conditions for reform.

But Loren didn't give a damn about this ignorance.

"Of course." Loren grinned.

At dinner time, on the Gryffindor table.

The savior of Hufflepuff, Harry Potter seems to have lost his soul, and his body mechanically stuffs food into his mouth.

Today, Dumbledore found him suddenly, and the two had a conversation. The headmaster brutally destroyed his dream of living with Sirius.

But this time Dumbledore didn't act as a riddler to perfuse him, but explained to him very intimately.

"Your mother left an amulet on you with love, and only blood and family can maintain the power of the amulet..."

The power of the amulet can protect him from Voldemort, and he must live with the Dursleys.

Thinking about Dumbledore's words, and then thinking about when he faced Quirrell, if it weren't for the strength left by his mother, he couldn't escape at all.

Harry wasn't grouchy at all, just bored.I don't even look forward to tomorrow's year-end banquet.

Sitting next to him were Loren and Hermione.

While eating, Loren suddenly asked, "What color do you like?"

Hermione subconsciously replied, "Lavender."

"Oh."

Hermione didn't think much of it, she was preoccupied with the books, not the food in front of her at all.She took a bite and glanced at Professor McGonagall at the guest table.

"Does Professor McGonagall look very hungry?" Loren wondered.

Hermione gave him a shallow look, "I'll go to Professor McGonagall and Mrs. Pince later, you go to the library and empty out the books in the box, the sooner the better."

Loren nodded.

Night tour library, I am familiar with it.

……

Summer nights are always quieter, perhaps because crickets and other unknown insects chirp too loudly, and the castle is even quieter.

Loren pushed open the door of the library, and the sound of loose leaves "creaking" was more obvious in the dark library.

He picked up an oil lamp from the shelf with ease and lit it.The box is placed by the window during the day, so you can see it at a glance.

Loren lifted the box and dumped out the books.

"wow"

"wow"

A mess of messy books piled up in front of the table.

Loren frowned when he saw the pile of books, not satisfied, "Mrs. Pince will come in later, she will definitely scold someone when she sees this."

He remembered the exam question that asked Professor Flitwick to make the pineapple dance, and he had inspiration.

Like the baton of a symphony, the wand keeps waving, drawing a beautiful trajectory.

The messy pile of books seemed to have life, and they stood up one after another, moving their four corners and jumping again, as if they were moving their limbs.

Then several books of different sizes lay down side by side, and the remaining books bounced to the side of these lying books, and lay them down according to their respective sizes.Occasionally arched body, to be neat.

When the thick books have been piled up and cannot be laid down from the side, the rest of the books start to run, and then jump and build themselves up.

Soon, the messy books became neat piles after some directing.

A smile appeared on the corner of Loren's mouth, very satisfied with his magic power control.

After the Quirrell incident, his magic power has increased explosively, and occasionally there will be cases where the magic spell is too powerful.

Thanks to the repeated drawing of the magic circle, this fine operation made him more able to control the magic power.

"...books... must be helpful to some students..." Hermione's soft voice came from outside the door.

"crunch"

"Loren has already moved the books in."

The sound of the door being pushed open sounded at the same time as Hermione's clear voice.

Professor McGonagall, who came in successively, saw Mrs. McGonagall holding an oil lamp.

"Good evening, Professor McGonagall, Mrs. Pince." Loren greeted with a smile.

Mrs. Pince looked at the dust on the ground, her face sank.She walked quickly to the neatly stacked books and looked through them.

Professor McGonagall looked at Loren, but Loren just smiled at her, seeing no results, and Professor McGonagall turned her attention to the pile of books.

Mrs. Pince's gloomy face softened as she turned the pages. She flipped through a few pages of each book and then put it down, quickly sorting the books in her mind.

"I still want to know the source of these books." Professor McGonagall said slowly.

Hermione was a little anxious, "Professor McGonagall, we agreed to keep it secret."

"If it's just a dozen or so, I don't have to ask the source, but there are too many." Professor McGonagall looked at Hermione's anxious expression, paused, and explained, "The school board may use this to investigate Hogwarts finances."

She seized the old Crabbe's loopholes and put pressure on the school board to implement a series of Hogwarts autonomous jurisdiction measures.Now is the time to argue with the school board, and the school board cannot be allowed to seize the opportunity to fight back.

Every donation from a school alumni needs to be sourced and documented.Otherwise, the board of trustees can continue to review financial opportunities and delay these matters until the next school year, or even drag it on forever.

"These books...we..." Hermione couldn't speak, she couldn't explain clearly, her eyes were red with anxiety.

Seeing that Hermione was getting more and more anxious, Loren stepped forward and put her hands on Hermione's back to ease the little girl's emotions.

He said: "Don't worry, Professor McGonagall, Headmaster Dumbledore knows the source of these books, and he will give a normal source."

Professor McGonagall pursed his lips, his eyes fell on these worn-out books, and he finally nodded in agreement.

Only then did Mrs. Pince say bitterly: "The way the books are organized is all wrong, so you can only see the size of the books?"

Her expression had turned into joy.

Mrs. Pince's wand twirled in her hand, and several wooden boards quickly flew out from the depths of the library, joining together to form a bookshelf.

The neatly stacked books began to be opened in half, and the pages on both sides flew to the bookshelf like wings.According to the subject category, it is docked on different layers.

Soon there was a new bookshelf in front of them.

Professor McGonagall looked at the bookshelf with a gentle expression, "I will let the prefect inform you that students who are interested in borrowing books can come to the library to register for borrowing books in these two days."

"You have to make it clear to Dumbledore as soon as possible."

(End of this chapter)