days at Hogwarts

Chapter 197 Repairing the Mirror Surface
Gryffindor common room.

Because there are no classes, the common room is always lively on weekends, and the news of the Dueling Club makes the little wizards sleepless.They were playing around while discussing tomorrow's activities.

In the corner, Dean lay on the ground, closed one eye, and only used one eye to aim at the marble not far away, with a solemn expression.

Simo, who was nervous next to him, was also focused on the marbles on the ground. He held his breath and muttered, "I can't hit it, I can't hit it..."

This is his only hope. He has already lost 14 stones. If this one is eaten again, he will lose the game of Gaobushi.

In Seamus' devout prayer, Dean's stone still knocked Seamus' last hope away, declaring that he had lost the Gobstone game.

Seamus reacted and immediately wanted to cover his face with his hands.

It's just that the speed of Gaobushi was faster, and the winning stone squeezed violently, extruding a stream of foul-smelling mucus and spraying it on Seamo's face.

"Dean Thomas, you are dead." Seamus wiped his face expressionlessly, "Again!"

In addition to Gao Bushi, there was also the sound of crackling and exploding cards in the waiting room, and the sound of wizard chess pieces scolding chess players, and there was a lot of laughter.

Hermione, Harry, and Ron were sitting around a small table by the window, which was covered with all kinds of candy and snacks, and they were talking about recent school events while eating.

Harry held a licorice magic wand in his mouth, and the sweet taste spread from the tip of his tongue into his stomach. Looking at Seamus's dirty face, he smiled and sighed, "It's great, since Ke After news of Lin's attack came out, everyone hasn't been this happy for a long time."

Ron was picking out the chocolate frog picture that had just been unpacked. He picked out a picture of Betty Bott, the inventor of Bibi's multi-flavored beans. When he heard Harry's words, he sighed: "If they hear Dumbledore If you say it, you won't be so happy."

"What did Dumbledore say?" Loren strode over, sat down next to Hermione, snatched the coconut sorbet from Hermione's hand, and swallowed it down.Then he choked and rolled his eyes.

"It deserves it." Hermione was a little speechless, and patted him on the back to help him go down.

Loren's tense muscles gradually relaxed, and the traces of hostility and dark emotions hidden in his heart gradually dissipated under Hermione's slapping, even he didn't notice it.

After looking around and confirming that no one else could hear, Harry bit off the licorice magic wand depressedly: "Dumbledore said that if the basilisk cannot be found, it means that the school is no longer safe. For the safety of the students, He might close the school."

Ron complained angrily: "What are you talking about? If it is confirmed that the basilisk only attacks young Muggle-born wizards, other headmasters may only recruit pure-blooded students after taking over Hogwarts. What are you talking about?" ?”

Loren choked back his laughter and coughed. Dumbledore, a bad old man, was very bad, and he said everything in order to urge Harry.

Hermione thought he was choking again, and continued to pat him on the back: "Don't worry, even if the professors search the castle and can't find the basilisk, we will definitely get the location of the secret room from Malfoy. Hogwarts will definitely not Will shut down!"

"Yes, we will definitely protect Hogwarts!"

"By the way, have you seen the notice of the dueling club? I wonder which professor started the club?"

"I think it's Professor Flitwick, who used to be a dueling champion."

……

Colorful snacks and candies were placed on the table, and when eaten by the mouth, the words of the four people chatting and chatting popped out.They seriously worried about the things that adults should care about, and they said they should guard the castle.

Loren became peaceful and relaxed in such an atmosphere. He turned his head and looked at the night sky outside the window. In the night, there were stars and stars hanging in the sky like night pearls, illuminating the dark night.

The living room was lively until after eleven o'clock. After bidding farewell to Hermione, Loren, Harry, and Ron returned to the bedroom and lay down on their respective beds. As the lights in the bedroom were turned off, the Gryffindor tower fell completely silent.

No one noticed that Loren's quilt was bulging, and there was even a slight silver light seeping through the gap between the quilt and the bed.

In the alchemy laboratory of the fantasy book.

The stone ball wrapped with the resurrection stone was suspended in the air, and Flamel flew around the stone ball again and again, so excited that he couldn't control his body, making his outline look a bit blurred, like a cloud, shrouded With stone ball.

"Guarding, sealing... I have seen dozens of alchemy circles engraved on the inner layer of the stone ball, but these are all auxiliary functions. What is even more surprising is the powerful magic contained in the stone ball, which is really incredible..." Rummel was amazed, "Sure enough, Albus is a powerful wizard first, and then an alchemist."

Standing on the ground, Loren held the unicorn horn in one hand and Bloody Mary's hand mirror in the other, and looked helplessly at the phantom flying in the air: "You have enough time to study the stone ball, the most important thing now is Help me fix this little mirror first."

Stopping the flying figure, Flamel looked at the stone ball tangledly: "There is no need to study it, the most precious thing on it is the powerful magic, which I cannot learn or analyze."

He turned his head depressed, and said to Loren angrily: "Didn't I demonstrate it to you before, just use unicorn horn to cast a mirror, it's not difficult."

It's not that I told you not to learn that kind of magic, if you are angry, you throw it at the Elder Wand, what are you yelling at me...

Loren was a little speechless: "First of all, I don't have a furnace. Secondly, you said that you want to add the dementor stone to the mirror, but you haven't demonstrated this."

With stone balls and jade in front of him, Flamel was not interested in simple things like repairing the mirror.He drifted back to the stone ball uninterestedly, waved Loren off and said, "You bring the Book of Fantasy, the Philosopher's Stone and several other materials tomorrow, just find a place where no one will disturb you and call me."

"Oh."

……

Perhaps it was because of staying up too late, coupled with the exhaustion of using Legilimency, and reading too many memories of house elves, exhaustion made Loren sleep until lunch time.

Great Hall, Gryffindor's long table.

Carefully selected several foods that Loren liked to eat, Hermione put the plate in front of him, looked at his sleepy look: "Didn't you go home the night before, didn't you sleep well at home?"

After pouring half a cup of hot milk first, Loren felt his whole body come alive: "Well, that's right, I read too much information in a short period of time, and my brain is a bit overwhelmed."

Passing the marmalade to him, Hermione began to slice the steak with a knife and fork: "Are you coming to the duel club tonight? The venue is in the auditorium."

"It depends. I'm going to the Room of Requirement to refine something in the afternoon. I don't know if I can catch up." Loren poured the marmalade directly on the dinner plate, and ate the croissant with the dipping sauce in his hand.

His storage suitcase is under the table, and it contains the Book of Fantasy, Philosopher's Stone, Unicorn Horn, Dementor's Stone, and Broken Mirror, as well as some Ore and Silver Nuggets that will be needed.

"Refining something!" Hermione's eyes lit up when she heard it, "Refining what, can I watch the refining process?"

Before Loren could speak, she answered in a low voice, "No, I'm going to brew a potion this afternoon."

The brewing of the potion can be roughly divided into two parts. The first part is the daytime work, which requires someone to watch and stir to promote the progress of the brewing.The second part is at night, with only a slow simmer, so that the liquid in the crucible remains stable and unattended.

Hermione wanted to hurry up and brew the Polyjuice Potion.

Loren patted her on the shoulder: "Don't worry, I will definitely share it with you as soon as I come out. What about you, are you going to participate in the dueling club activities in the afternoon?"

"Of course I have to participate. If it's Professor Flitwick, the duel champion, he will definitely learn something new." Hermione handed him the cut steak before she started enjoying lunch...

Entering the empty classroom provided by the Room of Requirement, Loren took out the book of fantasy and put it on the ground, and took out the Philosopher's Stone, Unicorn Horn, Dementor's Stone and Bloody Mary's Mirror in turn.

"Flamel!" Loren called, "Now we can solve the mystery of the furnace."

Flamel's figure appeared beside him, and said with a smile: "The answer to the riddle is the Book of Fantasy, which is the result of Nick's life, not just the accumulation of knowledge."

Seeing Loren flipping through the book of fantasy and finding nothing, he reminded: "Put the Philosopher's Stone next to the portrait on the cover of the book of fantasy."

In the middle of the cover page of the book of fantasy is a portrait of Nick, and below the portrait are the imprints of the four ring frames.The books represent the library, the crossed wand represents the dueling classroom, the cauldron represents potions, and the scales represent alchemy.

Loren put the book of fantasy on the ground, and put the red magic stone next to the portrait.

Nick in the portrait winks mischievously at him with his silvery eyes open.There are red, blue, green and yellow light paths, and the flowing light starts from the four sides of the picture and extends.The book of fantasy deforms along the lines of light, the book disappears, and a boiler carved out of black stone appears instead.

The Philosopher's Stone began to flash a fiery red light, and its outline gradually blurred into a ball, entering the boiler.Flowing lines like magma emerged from the surface of the black boiler, linking each other into symbols of the alchemy circle.All kinds of hexagrams, Libra, the sun, and astrological charts circulate on the surface of the boiler.

Loren stared at this familiar scene with wide eyes: "The boiler in the alchemy laboratory?"

"Yes, where the Philosopher's Stone is, is where the furnace is. This is a gift from Nicole." Flamel's eyes showed reminiscence.

"Nicole was groping for alchemy back then, and he had to refine everything by himself. Several times he came across difficult ores, and the conventional smelting method was useless after several months of burning. Nicole was annoyed and burned it with fierce fire, but all of them were burned to ashes gone."

"The house almost burned down, and Perenelle was so angry that he didn't cook his meals for a week." Flammel said with a hearty smile: "Later, I made this furnace for some basic smelting, regardless of the temperature , don’t think about the ratio, just throw it all in.”

Loren recalled the process of Flamel's demonstration, throwing unicorn horns, ores, and soul stones into the boiler.

He hesitated when he took the next step, Loren turned his head and asked tentatively, "Then kick two feet?"

Flamel looked at him speechlessly: "Use the Philosopher's Stone to ignite the boiler, how could it really be two kicks?"

"That's how you demonstrated at the time." Loren muttered, while speaking, he activated the majestic energy contained in the Philosopher's Stone, and a scalding heat wave burst out from the boiler.

The closed boiler keeps the heat inside, slowly melting the ore, the unicorn horn.Loren stared at the runes flowing on the boiler, his face glowed with a fiery red light, and the time passed slowly.

I don't know how long it took, but the light and heat gradually went out.As the white steam spewed out, a puddle of hot steaming, glowing red magma-like liquid lay inside the boiler.

After rapid cooling, the liquid turned into an irregularly shaped glass.Cut a piece of mirror-like glass out of it, apply a thin layer of silver paint, and the glass becomes a mirror...

At eight o'clock in the evening, Hermione packed up the medicines and equipment in the bathroom, and hurried to the auditorium to join the others.

The long dining table disappeared, and along one wall appeared a gilded stage, lit by hundreds of candles floating overhead.The ceiling was as dark as velvet, and almost the whole school had come, crowded around the stage, each with his own wand and excited faces.

"Where's Loren? Isn't he with you?" Harry followed the other young wizards, bouncing around and looking behind the stage, wondering which professor was running the dueling club.

"He might not be able to come." Hermione looked at the exquisite decorations in the auditorium, feeling ominous, "Honestly, don't you think the decorations in the auditorium are too exquisite?"

Such an exaggerated style... Harry and Ron looked at each other, widened their eyes at the same time, and said in a low voice, "No way!"

At this moment, Professor Gilderoy Lockhart strode into the auditorium in a gorgeous fuchsia robe, his golden hair shining with luster.

The group of young wizards groaned together, they all understood that today might have come in vain.

Lockhart walked up and down the stage with enthusiasm, calling out: "Ladies and gentlemen, come closer, come closer! Can you all see me? Can you all hear me?"

"In view of the horrors of these weeks, Professor Dumbledore has given me permission to start this dueling club, in order to train you adequately, and perhaps one day to use it for myself, as I have done in countless adventures I have had. If you want to know more details, please read my book carefully."

Hearing this signature line, Harry groaned in pain. He turned his head and whispered to the two little friends, "You say, how would he defend himself if he really met the basilisk?"

"The basilisk must be fascinated by its gorgeous smile!" Ron said confidently.

The little wizard who heard it around laughed lowly.

"Oh!" Lockhart noticed. "Our Harry Potter can't wait."

Sensing the staring eyes from all around, Harry felt his face was burning hot, and he lowered his head, wishing he could dig a tunnel out of here immediately.

"Although Potter knows me well, I can't let you play yet."

Lockhart turned his head to look at the position of the little Slytherin wizard. Snape stood there in black, looking at Lockhart with dead fish eyes.

"Professor Snape himself knows a thing or two about dueling, and he graciously agreed to help me with a little demonstration before class - but don't worry, I'll give you your Potions professor back intact. "Lockhart grinned.

Snape was Lockhart's carefully selected sparring partner. He had been in the basement for a long time, concentrating on researching potions.

Being able to perfectly complement his heroic appearance, Lockhart gave his plan a thumbs up.

(End of this chapter)