days at Hogwarts

Chapter 39 Iron Armor Curse Practice (4k)

Snape's words gave Loren some peace of mind, and the thing that he had been thinking about since before entering school finally had a result.

Loren was a little relaxed, but not very happy. The scene just now had a great impact on Loren.

That touch, that powerlessness, and finally the anger that arises when you feel you're being played on.Every detail is engraved in Loren's heart.

Snape had fulfilled his duties as a professor, and he didn't refuse the matter, but Loren didn't feel very well.

Back in the lounge, Loren washed his whole body carefully three times, and didn't lie down until the cold and greasy feeling completely disappeared.

The roommate had already fallen asleep. Loren was lying flat on the bed with his eyes open. He was looking at the ceiling, as if he was looking at something else through the ceiling.

His spirit was already very exhausted, and drowsiness surged in his mind one after another.In the end, it seemed to be stuck in a certain place again, very sleepy, but unable to sleep.

Closing my eyes, I felt that I was about to enter a dream, and vaguely saw densely coiled and coiled snakes in the dream.

Loren felt that a long time had passed, but he was still awake. He seemed to be able to hear the distant, unknown birdsong through the window.

After hesitating for a moment, Loren pointed to the book of fantasy.

A halo flashed before Loren's eyes, and the scene in front of him was replaced by a bright and clear library.

Flamel didn't seem to notice Loren's strangeness. He flew around Loren twice: "Today we are going to learn function words and grammar."

Loren stared at Flamel in a daze, trying to see the shadow of the snake from him, and their twisting and twisting looks somewhat similar.

"Flamel, I don't want to study today." Loren's voice was not very powerful.

Flamel looked at Loren: "Oh! Of course!"

Nico's face on his head began to distort, and his voice became even thinner: "You don't want to study today, today is the weekend, there are four weekends in a month, and there are fifty weekends in a year."

"If you live to be a hundred years old, you still have more than 4000 weekends!"

"Of course! You will be the refiner of the Philosopher's Stone, and you will have countless weekends!"

Loren didn't notice Flamel's weirdness, and only thought that he was advising him to study quickly, explaining: "It's not because of the weekend, today I..."

After a pause, Loren still talked about today's experience: "...After I came back, I felt a little tired, so I just came in to relieve myself."

Flamel seemed to have calmed down, floating in the air, and did not speak for a long time.

Loren didn't say anything else, he rested his head on the table, his eyes looked at the illusory, bright lights in the distance, his eyes narrowed and narrowed, as if he was about to fall asleep.

Flamel looked at the little figure on the table, the one chosen by the prophecy, who was only 11 years old, and didn't know that the gift of fate has its price.

"Ah~"

"How does fate decide, Albus."

Flammel rose into the air, emitting a bright, translucent white light.

Loren fell into a drowsy sleep. It felt like you had a Friday off, stayed up until the early hours of the morning, and then fell asleep.It was raining sparsely on Saturday, and the sky was gray outside. You seemed to have opened your eyes, glanced out the window, and fell asleep again.

When I woke up, I felt that I had slept for a century, and when Xinxin opened her eyes, it was another day full of energy.

What Loren saw when he opened his eyes was still a bright library. Flammel was floating on the bookshelf in the distance, flipping through a Muggle play.

Seeing Loren wake up, Flamel put down the book and floated over: "Loren, do you feel your powerlessness?"

"???"

Loren had a question mark on his face, what strange things are you talking about.

"If you had the power of Dumbledore, would you still encounter this kind of thing?" Flamel asked bewitched.

"Which little wizard in the first grade can have the power of Dumbledore?" Loren felt that Flamel might need to go back to the factory for repairs.

Flamel didn't care about Loren's flaws: "You will encounter more such things in the future, don't waste your talent. Loren, you have to learn to fight."

Loren thought about it carefully, there was still a Death Eater battle to come, and it was right to improve his actual combat ability.

"Are we going to start dueling rooms?"

"No, you're not qualified yet." Flamel's decisiveness made Loren feel a little hurt.

"You can be tactful, so what should I do."

"Loren, you need to be proficient in the magic spell in reality before you can use it in the duel room." Flamel planned to let Loren grow up quickly, "Use your talent to form your own combat power."

"Why not practice the spell in the dueling room?"

"In addition to the wizard's own will, the release of the spell requires the participation of the body. Wizards who are good at duels will practice the spells they are good at like instinct."

Harry's "Disarming You" immediately appeared in Loren's mind, and he nodded with a vague understanding.

"Your talent, you can practice spells faster, you need to make a distinction."

"Look for what works best for you, not what is most powerful."

"Finally, practice the Iron Armor Curse first."

……

breakfast time.

Gryffindor's long table has bean stew, bread, and salad.Those who prefer meat will choose bacon and fried sausage.

Only Loren had steak for breakfast, and Ron watched as Loren chewed the last bite and licked his lips after swallowing.

I have to admit, watching Loren eat is a treat.Just looking at him, you seem to be able to feel the aroma of well-done steak mixed with salty and sweet juice, soaking the texture of every shredded meat.

"What are you looking at me for?" Loren picked up the vegetable juice and cleared the taste in his mouth. He wanted to make up for the energy he lost last night.

Ron was still staring blankly, his eyes following Loren's hand: "No, it's nothing, it's just a feeling, it's weird to eat steak for breakfast."

"Oh, I highly recommend you try it tomorrow."

After finishing speaking, Loren moved closer to Hermione: "Hermione, do you have any plans for today?"

Hermione was a little confused. She stayed up late yesterday for her Transfiguration homework, and some didn't get enough sleep.Blinking and blinking, he looked at Loren blankly: "I've been in the library all weekend."

"I need your help!" Loren felt that Hermione was the only one who could help him in the first grade.

Hermione, who didn't know what was going on, was dragged by Loren all the way to the Room of Requirement.

Loren walked back and forth in front of the beaten silly Barnabas, asked the Room of Requirement to set up a duel room, and dragged Hermione in.

"For some reasons that I can't tell you yet, I need to improve some actual combat abilities, at least to reach a certain threshold." Loren pressed Hermione's shoulder, his blue eyes staring at brown eyes, "In the first grade, you I have the most magic spells, so I need your help."

Flamel made a request last night that at least he needs to master the Iron Armor Curse proficiently, and learn to be beaten before hitting someone.

Hermione didn't ask any further questions, but just counted with her fingers: "The only spell I know now, the only spell that can be used in battle is the binding spell."

The little witch was a little depressed, "I can't help you, I still know too few spells." After thinking for a while, she already knew the most spells among the freshmen, and then said, "I don't think we need to pursue actual combat at the moment. Only first grade."

"That's enough. What I want to practice is the Iron Armor Curse. You just need to cast a spell on me." Loren explained.

It sounded fine, Hermione nodded.

Loren gave a brief introduction to the Iron Armor Curse, "The Iron Armor Curse is a spell that can resist a variety of spells. An invisible magic barrier will appear in the direction where the caster's wand points, deflecting and dissipating objects or spells to protect the caster. A protective spell for the victim and a certain range around him."

The Iron Armor Curse is different from other spells in that it does not receive feedback upon release.

It needs to be improved according to different defensive results, the ideal state is to be able to control the direction to deflect the enemy's spell, or let it dissipate.

Going one step further, this invisible magic barrier can be protected all over the body.

Of course, if Loren can fully release a protective barrier today, it will be considered a success.

Hermione suddenly remembered, "Miranda Gosack's "Advanced Spells" mentioned that many adult wizards may not be able to cast this spell."

Hermione has been interested in this legendary witch since she last read Miranda Goshawk's manuscript.

Hermione borrowed other books by the author from the library, and Mrs. Pince provided great help and saved her a lot of time.

"I don't think this is a spell that can be learned in the first year, Loren." Hermione dissuaded, she had some guesses, "Have you encountered any difficulties? We can go to the professor and the headmaster now." Hermione Min's tone was urgent.

It is obviously not normal for a student to suddenly learn a defensive spell that is out of range.

"Stop, stop!" Loren stopped Hermione's imagination, "It's just a spell, nothing else."

After some persuasion, Hermione reluctantly accepted Loren's words.

There was a distance of two or three meters between the two, with their wands facing each other.

Hermione was a little nervous, this was the first time she had cast a spell on someone: "Are you ready?"

"Ready."

Hermione confirmed again: "Are you ready?"

Loren was also a little nervous, hiss~huh~ exhaled: "Ready."

"Are you ready?"

"Of course!"

"Are you ready?"

"Yes?" Loren hesitated.

"Are you ready?"

Loren can't take it anymore, you're next to the opening song of SpongeBob SquarePants: "Enough of Hermione!"

"Ah! [All petrification]!" Hermione was taken aback by Loren's impatient tone. Under high pressure, the spell was surprisingly smooth.

The wand of vinewood shone with a thin white light.

Loren was still immersed in the melody of the conversation with the captain, and didn't react at all. He stood up with his hands clinging to the seam of his trousers, his face turned blue, and he fell straight to the ground.

It was also the first time for Hermione to see the real scene of this spell. She was stunned for a moment, and soon came back to her senses: "I said you are not ready!" There was some grievance in her tone, "Why do you want to kill me!"

"We should obviously coordinate a few more times."

"If you don't yell at me, I won't be so flustered..."

The little witch grumbled and complained to Loren, and it took her a while to think of undoing the curse on Loren.

The unraveling of the spell did not go very smoothly, and after repeated attempts, Loren's stiff body relaxed.

"It's all your fault!" Hermione vented and patted Loren on the shoulder.

Loren felt aggrieved, but he dared not say it. He still asked others, and it was indeed that he was rude.

Patting the non-existent dust on his body, Loren pretended to be relaxed: "Come again, this time I will definitely cooperate with you."

The two returned to their original positions, their wands facing each other.

"Ready?" Hermione's voice was no longer tense.

"Yes, Captain!" Loren swore in his heart, I will cooperate with you if you say it a hundred times.

"[All petrification]" Hermione made a decisive move after confirming it once.

Loren, who was preparing for the next greeting from the captain, watched the white light pointing at him, and shouted in his heart: I don't accept it! ! !
Loren fell straight with staring eyes.

"Ah~" Hermione sighed, "You're not ready."

Hermione didn't say anything more, and relieved Loren while sighing.

Loren stood up again and patted the non-existent dust: "Ahem, accident, it will definitely not happen next time."

Hermione shook her head and stood back to her original position: "Are you ready?"

"Yes!"

"【All Petrochemical】"

"【Armor Protection】"

The two spoke almost at the same time, but the Iron Armor Curse was not a primary spell, and Loren failed to summon the magic barrier.

Once again, Loren fell.

Hermione had a premonition that she might be very tired today, so she would keep casting spells and undoing them, "Oh~"

Loren stood up again, his tense muscles made him short of breath, and his face was hot.

Neither of them spoke, and stood back to their original positions.

"【All Petrochemical】"

"【Armor Protection】"

Loren felt it the moment he cast the spell. He still failed to summon the magic barrier this time, and the shame quickly drove his brain. Loren rushed to the side to avoid the petrification this time.

The practice of the two is on the right track.

For nearly a morning, Loren only managed to counteract Hermione's spell twice.

The good news is that Hermione is very proficient in casting and unraveling spells, but the bad news is that Loren still cannot release the Iron Armor Curse stably.

"Ahem, Hermione, I don't think you can keep repeating like this, it won't help you." Some kind of strange self-esteem caused Loren to think of a brilliant idea to bring Hermione down once.

"What do you think?" Hermione knew that Loren hadn't learned any attack spells yet, and the explosion spell Seamus had said was too powerful to be practiced.

"Let's have a wizard's duel!" Loren said solemnly and sanctimoniously.

"The current record is 21 to 0." Hermione raised her chin with a proud face.

The two men bowed, wands held up to their chests, and stared at each other's movements.

"[All petrification]" Hermione took the lead.

Loren had been waiting for this step for a long time, and quickly threw a roll to the side, half-squatting and facing Hermione's right shoe: "[Wingardim Leviosa]"

The Levitation Curse made the shoes want to run around. Hermione's center of gravity was unstable, and she staggered and fell to the ground. Before falling, she hurriedly released a binding spell on Loren.

Hermione had been using the spell all morning, and it was hot to the touch.

Both fell to the ground with their shoulders together, but Loren had lost the ability to fight.

Hermione's smile stretched from baring to teeth, from the crescents of eyes, to every part of her face.Loren could feel her shoulders trembling with laughter.

Hermione patted Loren on the shoulder and stood up slowly: "Mr. Morgan, 22 to 0, haha..."

　Something was delayed today, only one update, but 4k means no change.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)