days at Hogwarts

Chapter 490 Professor Morgan
The night is getting darker, the moon is gradually rising, and the forest in mid-spring is already a little lively. The chirping of insects and birds that come out at night and day passes through the cracks in the window and floats into the ears, but it has a sense of tranquility.

The slow rising and falling breathing of the roommates could be heard in the dormitory, and Neville's was the most obvious.

The curtains of the four-poster bed fell gently. Loren, who had been lying on the bed for most of the night, yawned. The thread-like thoughts in his mind were intertwined and were being sorted out bit by bit.

When did Crouch's problems begin?

Loren lay flat on the mattress, a series of images and sounds flashing through his mind, starting from the first time he saw Crouch at the Quidditch World Cup in Devon, and gradually transitioning to abandoning Winky because of the Dark Mark. He was still the real Crouch then.

Until the opening of the Triwizard Tournament and Crouch arrived at Hogwarts...

Since Professor Moody is disguised as Barty Crouch Jr., it is impossible for him to remain calm and rational in the face of his real father. Just mentioning it slightly this afternoon caused violent mood swings, not to mention that he was still talking to Crouch. Qi had a lot of fun chatting with each other on many occasions.

In addition, Professor Snape also reminded him that there was something wrong with Crouch.

At first, Loren only thought that Crouch was controlled by the Dementioning Curse, or that Lestrange was pretending to be him, but now he has other guesses...

Voldemort hid the mystery of his life experience very well. Even to his most loyal servants, he would not necessarily tell Little Hangleton his address, not to mention that part of his proud bloodline came from his Muggle father.

Assuming that the cemetery where Crouch took leave today to pay homage was indeed the Little Hangleton Cemetery, then he was most likely disguised as Voldemort himself or manipulated.

The three conditions required for Voldemort's resurrection are that his father's bones have been exhumed from the grave, the servant's limbs are available at any time, and now only the blood of his enemy Harry is left...

Judging from the long memories in his mind, Crouch went to Little Hangleton not only to dig graves, but also to make portkeys, all just waiting for Harry to touch the Goblet of Fire.

When the competition ends and the audience cheers, people will be surprised to find that Voldemort is the ultimate winner.

Loren tried to take stock of the current situation.

The Death Eater community is currently in disarray. Most of Voldemort's die-hard loyalists are still imprisoned in Azkaban. The forces represented by Lucius Malfoy are still waiting and watching. Some people are gradually frightened by the increasingly obvious mark of the Dark Lord. He is restless and planning to escape far away, like Karkaroff.

As long as Voldemort is resurrected and summoned, these people will basically succumb to fear and become Voldemort's slaves.

The forces on the positive side are also in disarray. The Ministry of Magic of various countries has different ideas. A large number of officials headed by Cornelius Fudge occupy their positions and do nothing. They only pursue their own interests and power, and have basically no ability to resist the Death Eaters.

Fortunately, the main advantage in combat power was huge. Dumbledore had already noticed something was wrong with Moody and Crouch. Maybe he didn't know the specific ritual of Voldemort's resurrection, but he definitely knew what they were planning.

Loren frowned lightly. In this case, the situation would become clearer.

Either Dumbledore directly sabotaged Voldemort's resurrection ceremony, or Dumbledore was waiting for Voldemort to be completely resurrected, and then planned to completely eliminate him.

Judging from the current situation, Loren speculated that Dumbledore was more inclined to the latter option. The more than 100-year-old headmaster had a surprisingly strong sense of responsibility. He would not allow the unkillable ghost of the Dark Lord to remain after his death. Wandering in the sky above the magical world, he is resurrected every ten years and triggers riots to purge mixed-blood wizards.

He has collected three Horcruxes: the Crown, the Gold Cup, and the Ring. The diary has been destroyed, and now only the locket from the Black Mansion is left, Harry's lightning-shaped scar, and the living Horcrux that replaced Nagini.

"The Second Wizarding War is inevitable..."

The thoughts in Loren's mind flashed away, his eyes swept across the curtains on the bed frame, and he murmured softly with deep thought: "So the most important thing right now is to improve your strength..."

His right hand reached under the pillow, and his index finger gently touched the wand icon on the book. Silver light flashed in Loren's eyes, and his consciousness gradually sank into the fantasy book.

……

Book of Fantasy, Duel Classroom.

"Have you thought it through?" Flamel frowned slightly, "Do you really want me to imitate the image of your dean to practice dueling with you?"

Loren nodded slightly: "Since I dreamed about the comet hitting Jupiter last summer, the magic power in my body has grown to an incredible intensity. Not only is it far beyond the average adult wizard, I even think it has surpassed the school professor."

Flamel had a weird expression: "You don't think that you can beat your professors just by relying on magic power, do you?"

"Do I look stupid?" Loren rolled his eyes. "I was thinking that since magic is no longer weak, what I lack is dueling experience and skills. Anyway, I won't be hurt in the Book of Fantasy. Increase Difficulty is not a bad thing. What do you think, Flamel?"

"Hard-working children always deserve encouragement." Flamel nodded slightly, the smile on his face faded, and a silver soft light flowed along his body, spreading like ripples throughout his body.

After a few seconds, the light faded, and a cold-faced Professor McGonagall appeared on the spot, wearing a simple and solemn bun, and a black magic robe. There was a pair of bright eyes on his slightly old face, exuding strong oppression. .

Before she could stand still, Loren waved his wand suddenly and shouted in a deep voice: "Expelliarmus"

The wand trembled slightly, and a misty and brilliant red light emerged from the rod. The red light surged at an incredible speed, surging like water and converging on the tip of the wand, turning into a beam of dazzling, brilliant and crystal red light, which burst out.

Flamel, who looked like a professor, said softly, an interesting light flashed in his eyes, he held the wand in the middle of his index finger, flipped his wrist, and the abandoned tables and chairs on both sides of the classroom suddenly flew towards him.

The wooden tables and chairs quickly transformed into two stone mountains during the flight. Under the bombardment of the disarming spell, they turned into hundreds of small pieces of gravel, which fell rustlingly, mixed with gray stone powder.

"Professor McGonagall" stood leisurely in mid-air, twirling her wand. She smiled softly and said: "Dueling does not rely solely on magic power, especially in the field of transformation. Wisdom can often make a little bit of magic power work a hundred times a thousand times."

Loren was also a little distracted. This was the first time he had released the disarming spell with all his strength. Judging from the thickness of the beam alone, the abundance and power of the magic was actually several times thicker than Harry's disarming spell.

But even with this powerful spell, Flamel only used a summoning spell and an ordinary transformation spell to resist it.

"Then I want to see how you deal with the transformation technique."

A trace of crystal blue light flashed in Loren's eyes, and he flipped the wand in his hand. Hundreds of insubstantial transformation magic fell on the gravel on the floor. Transparent water ripples appeared. The gravel quickly began to stretch and become slender, and the surface Diamond-shaped scales arranged in layers emerged, hundreds of venomous snakes crawling and twisting, and the sound of hissing tongues was endless.

At the same time, he kept activating all kinds of magic spells.

The poisonous snake moved forward quickly, the surface of its fangs glowing with crystal water. The magic beams flew, and the trance was like a group of snakes attacking.

"Professor McGonagall" took his time, turning the hem of his clothes and moving back a few feet lightly, causing most of the spells to fail. Then he threw out a transformation spell, and the stone powder under his feet flipped forward like water waves.

As the stone waves surged, they grew larger and thicker, crushing the thin snakes in their path to pieces, and finally turned into stone powder. The stone powder was carried into the stone waves and became "Professor McGonagall's" help.

Everything happened in just a few seconds. "Professor McGonagall's" transformation technique was so superb that Loren could barely see clearly what was happening. The surging stone waves were already in front of him.

"[Split into pieces]"

Loren hurriedly threw out a powerful spell, but falling into the stone waves only caused a muffled sound, which was slightly blocked for a moment, and then the stone waves surged forward again.

He could only use flying magic and quickly retreated outside the scope of the stone waves, taking a breath while trying to figure out what had just happened.

The stone wave looks like a whole, but it is actually made up of countless gravels and stone powder. The magic spell can only destroy some of the gravels, but cannot destroy the whole.

Looking back, I saw that the wave of gravel had hit the wall at the end of the classroom and suddenly shattered, leaving only a thick layer of gravel and stone powder. Seeing this scene, Loren narrowed his eyes slightly and fell into deep thought.

His transformation technique is not as good as "Professor McGonagall's", so he cannot use fine powder in a hurry, but the quantity of powder is larger, and the combination is more powerful.

In addition, his use of transformation was just to turn into an animal to attack, and he subconsciously chose the snake-like animal that he was most familiar with, but the slowest, unable to fly or jump...

"Looking at your expression, you already know the real Transfiguration." Ripples appeared on "Professor McGonagall"'s body. After the ripples calmed down, Flamel appeared on the spot and chuckled,

"However, the most important thing you haven't realized is that during the battle, I am creating more stone powder to create an environment that is favorable to me. In the ancient Eastern philosophy, victory requires the use of weather, terrain, and finally the individual. strength."

Loren's eyes twitched twice. Is this what he meant?

Flamel paused and continued: "As I said at the beginning, fighting is not just about magic power."

Loren was not disappointed and glanced at him with a normal expression: "What if my magic power is enough to support sweeping it with fierce fire?"

Flamel was stunned for a moment, his proud expression frozen in place.

……

The next day, duel classroom.

"In the field of transformation, wisdom can often make a little magic power work a hundred times a thousand times."

When he was tutoring in astronomy, he made an appointment to practice with the little witch. Loren kept his word and said with a profound expression while looking at the embarrassment of the little witch being dusted with stone powder.

The knowledge he had just learned yesterday was handed over to the little witch in the blink of an eye. Although Gravel Wave could not demonstrate to "Professor McGonagall", it was enough to teach her. Loren considered himself a competent professor.

"Does it have to be this demonstration?"

Hermione looked down at her left and right arms and abdomen. Every inch was covered in dust, her whole body was covered in a layer, and her mouth and nostrils felt like a foreign body.

"Flamel taught me the same thing yesterday, and I benefited a lot from it!"

"Pooh……"

Hermione wiped her face and said expressionlessly, "You were also attacked?"

"My flying magic has improved a little."

"so?"

"So I ducked."

"..."

Hermione took a deep breath and said one word at a time: "Good night, Professor Morgan, see you tomorrow!"

Loren watched her virtual figure disappear, silently exited the book of fantasy and returned to the four-poster bed, pulling the thick and warm quilt to cover her stomach.

The one being beaten is the Loren Morgan of tomorrow. What does that have to do with him now?

Close your eyes and sleep peacefully.

……

Saturday, cloudy.

It's good weather for dueling practice.

Harry felt that this week was quite pleasant. Except for a day of ear cramps and pain, everything else went well. He did not fail in any subject in his homework, even Potions got an E (exceeded expectations), and he went to the Quidditch pitch the day before yesterday. After seeing the maze route clearly, Bagman explained the specifications of the third project.

For an underage warrior who was threatened by death from the Goblet of Fire, this made him feel safe and not in danger of his life.

However, you still have to participate in the duel practice. It's not like boring ink homework. Fighting is quite interesting.

Except for Loren and Hermione, he enjoyed beating everyone else. As a fourth-year student, he was able to defeat Graves, who was three years older than him and taller than him. This made Harry, who was underestimated at the beginning, feel comfortable.

So he got up early and prepared to go to the last classroom to practice the disarming spell.

"Hermione, good morning!"

Walking down the stairs of the common room, Harry happily greeted the little witch who was sitting on the sofa writing notes. Miss Know-it-all was indeed Miss Know-it-all, and she had learned new knowledge in the morning.

"Good morning." Hermione raised her head, with a cold expression on her delicate face, "Is Loren not up yet?"

Harry felt an inexplicable chill, and was stunned for a moment before saying, "Not yet, do you want me to help you go up and call him?"

"no need."

"Okay Hermione, bye Hermione."

Harry sensibly didn't ask any more questions, walked out of the lounge quickly, had breakfast and went to the abandoned classroom to practice spells.

Not long after, Ron, Graves and Butt also arrived, greeted each other, and practiced next to each other. Although the two men in Ilvermorny always peeked at his disarming spells, Harry didn't mind. They were already friends.

After Ron finished three sets of fifteen repel spells, he stopped to review the timing of breathing during spell casting, and turned his wand between his fingers: "Where are Loren and Hermione? Generally speaking, they should be earlier than me?"

"I do not know either."

Harry's disarming spell struck the wall, making a dull sound.

It wasn't until 9:30 in the morning, half an hour before the time appointed by Professor McGonagall, that the two finally arrived.

Hermione walked into the classroom humming a pleasant tune. Behind her, Loren's hair was slightly wet, and her body seemed to be filled with moisture. It looked like she had just taken a shower.

Harry blinked. Loren was a little strange. Why did he need to take a shower in the morning?

(End of this chapter)