days at Hogwarts

Chapter 171 Harry is my close roommate, life and death brother
The first floor of the castle, the auditorium.

Hermione buried her head in a thick tome, with a notebook dedicated to Transfiguration next to it, she looked up from the book from time to time, and wrote line after line of notes on the paper.

Compared with the simplified and revised compulsory textbooks, the high-level knowledge of elective content is more profound, and some concepts and definitions are difficult to read.

"Transfiguration refers to the transformation that changes the target form in any way, including high-level transformation, cross-species transformation, and human body transformation. Summoning spell, the focus is not on summoning but building objects with magic power. Vanishing spell, making objects dissipate instead of transferring to Another place."

Hermione first recited the concepts in the book orally, and then repeated silently in her heart. After repeating several times, she confirmed that she had memorized them, and finally wrote down her doubts and puzzles in the notebook.

The bad thing about taking electives is that Professor McGonagall doesn’t teach the main lectures, so she can only study by herself, check the information by herself to solve her doubts or accumulate it and ask the professor for advice later.

But compared to these two ways, she prefers another way.

Through the gaps between the strands of hair, one can vaguely see the fair skin and the delicate tip of the nose, but what is most attractive is the focused and serious eyes immersed in the book, which reflect the beige paper of the book, like It's like shining.

The auditorium was very large and empty, and the little wizards who had breakfast came and went, they were busy enjoying the weekend, and they were busy going to the Black Lake to splash water with stones...

They had a million ways to spend their weekend, but Hermione didn't care, her world was filled with just one book.

Loren walked into the auditorium, and saw Hermione reading a book in the corner at a glance. Because there were no classes on weekends, the girl's fluffy hair was not well-trimmed, and it was disheveled, almost covering her entire head.This mess adds a touch of softness to the girl.

Unconsciously, Loren stepped lightly, walked behind the girl, stretched his neck to read the question written in the notebook, and whispered: "Are the Vanishing Curse and the Summoning Curse counter-curses?"

He thought for a while, and answered: "It's not about the anti-curse. In fact, there are still differences in the definition of disappearing spells and summoning spells in the magic world. Just use the concepts that are easy for you to understand."

So Hermione wrote a line of notes in front of the question in the notebook, and then asked, "Can the Vanishing Curse be used on people?"

"Well, no, the Vanishing Curse can only be used on non-magical objects."

……

The two naturally started a question and answer discussion, the notes in the notebook increased, Hermione's doubts decreased, and the knowledge of a book was absorbed in this way.

This is Hermione's unique learning method.

Crossing out the last tonal question about transmutation spells, Hermione stowed the book, inkwell and quill into the little linen bag slung at her waist.She sighed deeply, and said resentfully: "We studied together during the summer vacation, but your progress is now faster than mine."

There is no such thing as jealousy. Although learning makes people happy, the feeling of chasing someone is not wonderful.

The little witch clenched her fists, her snow-white chin bulged, and she was a little angry.This person is really hateful, he actually secretly studied behind his back, despicable sneaking behavior.

"There is also the Forgetting Curse, remember to teach me after you learn it."

"Yes, I know!" Loren stretched out his hands and pushed her shoulders forward, and said helplessly, "Let's go, wait a little later, I'm worried that Hagrid won't have a harvest this year."

"You are almost two weeks late, why are you still in a hurry?"

Someone made a mistake, so he changed the subject: "By the way, where are Ron and Harry?"

Hermione didn't care too much: "They went to the stadium for training."

The two walked to Hagrid's cabin together.

It's already autumn, and some plants that can't survive the winter no longer maintain their lush and green, and begin to mix a little withered yellow in the previous green.The little squirrel was running around on the branches, holding the food for the winter in its arms, and hiding them in the tree hole that only he knew...

Loren saw a squirrel throwing a nut into a tree hole, and a goblin came out: "It seems that I haven't seen Dumbledore in the past few days, and I don't know what he is doing?"

The basilisk should have been dealt with by Dumbledore, but he was not sure about Voldemort's state, and he didn't know what information the diary revealed, so he was always worried.

"Maybe it's because there are a lot of things going on recently, and the principal is too busy, so don't eat in the auditorium." Hermione watched the little squirrel's tail stand upright in anger, and a pair of little paws waving wildly.

The little squirrel had already started fighting with the goblin, and the goblin couldn't lift its head with its short claws, and slowly drove the goblin off the branch.

She stared at the two fighting animals with bright eyes.Looking into Hermione's crystal clear eyes, Loren felt the fresh autumn wind gently blowing through his heart, slowly dispelling the heat left by summer.

The outer ring of leaves of the Whomping Willow has withered and yellowed, and it will change a crop of leaves every year. It will grow from the young stubble in spring, and it will all fall in autumn. In winter, it will be wrapped bare in the snow.Compared with the leaves, the branches are more important, and it is not necessary to replace the next one for several days.

This year was different, Harry and Ron helped it replace several branches, and from a distance, a large piece was missing.

The door of Hagrid's hut was closed tightly. Loren and Hermione didn't hear Fang's barking when they walked to the door. They suspected that Hagrid had gone out, so they knocked twice tentatively.

dong dong dong.

"I'm coming!"

Hagrid's enthusiastic and anxious voice sounded, and after a sound of tables and chairs colliding, the door of the hut was opened.

"Hey Loren, hey Hermione, good morning—"

He blocked the door in a panic, with his burly body hooked around his waist and neck, as if he didn't want the two of them to go in.

Loren and Hermione looked at Hagrid suspiciously, and glanced around the room.

"You won't be raising any dangerous creatures again?" Loren asked.

"Let them in."

Hearing Dumbledore's familiar voice, Loren and Hermione glanced at each other, and quickly got into the room.

Dumbledore was standing in front of a small wooden table, fiddling with a spider with slender limbs, a black body, and eight eyes.Ya Ya arched his back, watching the acromantula vigilantly from the side.

Compared with the adult acromantula they had seen, this one was much smaller and gentler.Even though Dumbledore was holding a silver lighter-like object and shaking it near its eyeballs, the little acromantula only casually moved its large chelicerae in front of it.

"Well, Loren and Hermione, good morning! Forgive my rudeness, now is the critical moment, I can't leave." Dumbledore greeted.

Hermione looked at Dumbledore, then at Hagrid, with a blank expression.So Hagrid raised the juvenile acromantula in captivity in the name of the headmaster.

Some questions popped up in her mind, how to calculate the school rules, how to deduct points...

Loren saw that Dumbledore was holding a extinguisher in his hand, and it seemed that he was doing some kind of test, which was related to the eyeballs of the acromantula.

Only then did he remember that Dumbledore was an outstanding alchemist, and his results had even appeared on a chocolate frog card.This was the first time Loren saw a colleague doing an experiment. He stuffed the bottled potion to Hagrid and leaned over excitedly to observe it.

"Good morning, Headmaster Dumbledore!"

He understood the function of the extinguisher, which was originally to collect and save the light source in the surrounding environment, and release it when the user needed it.What is being done now is an animal experiment, and it is still near the eyeball. Loren guessed that the purpose of the experiment has something to do with the sight, and it may be to temporarily lose the target's vision.

Hermione followed Loren. Although she wasn't afraid of acromantulas, the girls were a little shy about this kind of arthropod and didn't get too close.

She couldn't understand the experiment, and she was still wondering in her little head.

Principal Dumbledore is suspected of violating school rules, how should points be deducted, and which college's points should be deducted...

In Magic's field of vision, the Deluminator had a bright white light, mixed with silver and candle-like bright yellow flame light.

When the extinguisher was shaking, it pulled the mottled dark magic lines in the eyeballs of the giant spider.Dumbledore seems to want to sort out the chaotic and mottled lines of magic power, and only collect specific magic power.

It should take a while, Loren estimated the progress of the experiment, and planned to talk about what happened in the castle first: "Malfoy told me that there is something wrong with Crabbe, I suspect—"

Dumbledore turned his head and interrupted, he looked at Hermione with a gentle expression: "I think Hagrid needs a student with an excellent grade in Potions to help him dilute the insect repellent to an appropriate concentration, Miss Granger, you Can you help him?"

Of course Hermione knew it was an excuse to dismiss her, but this was Dumbledore, he was the head of the Wizengamot, the headmaster of Hogwarts.He is gentle and polite, and no one can fault him.

Such a great wizard talking to a little wizard, Hermione felt dizzy, so she followed Hagrid out to make potions.

Loren felt a little weird. In his opinion, Hermione and Hagrid were trustworthy people. This matter was not considered a secret. Dumbledore's behavior of dismissing them was a bit strange.

He asked, "Can't Hermione and Hagrid know about these things?"

"Hagrid is Hogwarts' keykeeper and gamekeeper. He has devoted himself to his duties for decades, and resolutely guarded the school even in the most difficult days. I trust him completely, even if I entrust my life to Hagrid, I will There will be no hesitation. I believe that you also trust Miss Granger." Dumbledore sorted out the messy lines of magic power.

Loren froze for a moment: "Then...but just now..."

The little acromantula became a little impatient, and struggled with its two big pincers shaking.

Dumbledore stuffed the rock cake dipped in toffee syrup into the little spider's mouth, so the little spider made a loud 'squeak' sound, fiddled with the rock cake with its pincers and the rest of its feet, and then all I was stuck, and I couldn't break free even if I lived or died.

In the end, the little acromantula huddled into a ball, struggling to deal with the rock cake, while tremblingly letting Dumbledore play with it.

"Trust does not mean unreserved. Sometimes, maintaining a sense of mystery will make the plan go more smoothly and lead to better results." Dumbledore replied leisurely.

Loren was silent for a moment, always feeling that today's principal is a black core.

"Malfoy told me that Crabbe's magical talent and temperament have undergone tremendous changes. I suspect that he, like Quirrell last semester, was controlled by Voldemort. Shouldn't Voldemort be driven out as soon as possible?"

Dumbledore had expected it and was not surprised: "For a long time, I thought that a person's extreme and hatred were the effects of the harsh environment in which he lived. As I grow older, I can see new ones every year. When students join Hogwarts, they can also see the students who have grown up in Hogwarts for seven years leave in batches."

"Just like there are no identical leaves and snowflakes in the world, everyone has their own unique character and unique ideas. I gradually realized that personal choice is also an important factor affecting fate."

As Dumbledore was talking, he seemed to see the faces of one student after another floating in front of his eyes, and those who left him with deep memories kept emerging.

Bill and Charlie of the Weasleys.

Newt Scamander and Leta Lestrange.

Also, Tom Riddle.

He said in a slightly wistful tone: "If Crabbe can realize that he is in fantasy and obsession, we can all help him get rid of Voldemort. If he himself is unwilling to wake up, no one can help him."

Respect the fate of others and let go of helping others.Loren didn't really want to save Crabbe either: "What about Voldemort?"

"Like Quirrell last year, he didn't dare to be presumptuous in the school in the ghost state, and could only use trivial tricks to cause some riots. This kind of him happens to be able to do some good things." Dumbledore laughed.

What good can Voldemort do?Loren muttered secretly.

As if seeing his doubts, Dumbledore explained: "He and Harry are like these magical threads, tightly entangled together. One day, Harry will need to face Voldemort in person, ending the 11-year-old war." The grievances of that night. Harry needs to grow up as soon as possible, especially the spiritual growth, the heart is the source of strength."

Hearing what Dumbledore meant, it was necessary to design a copy so that Harry could face Voldemort directly.Loren prayed silently in her heart, hoping that Harry would be okay in the end.

Loren seemed to understand the move of dismissing the two of them just now. When Harry encounters difficulties, he will definitely ask the people around him for help. Hermione and Hagrid are the first to bear the brunt.

He asked, "So, keeping Hermione and Hagrid from knowing is to prevent them from leaking information to Harry?"

Dumbledore didn't answer, he didn't admit or deny, he just sorted out the magic lines pulled out of the acromantula's eyeballs.

Loren was happy: "Then you are not worried about me leaking the secret?"

"For some time to come, Harry will be under unprecedented pressure, and I need you to cooperate with me and help me understand Harry's state." Dumbledore winked at him, "Take it as an agreement between the two of us. "

Loren put away his smile, his expression became serious, and he looked at him with a condemning face: "What are you talking about, Harry and I are close roommates, life and death brothers, and want me to help you monitor him—"

Dumbledore also suppressed his smile, and looked at Loren seriously. He didn't know that the little wizard now valued friendship so much.

"I have to pay more!"

"Cough cough!"

Dumbledore coughed twice violently, and he couldn't even hold the extinguisher firmly in his hand.

(End of this chapter)