days at Hogwarts

Chapter 518 Creditors come to visit
"[Shen Feng Wu Ying]"

"Professor Snape" opened and closed his lips slightly, and recited the spell quickly like a viper spitting out a letter. He swept the wand diagonally from the lower right to the upper left, and three invisible blades burst out one after another, with sharp but subtle piercing the air. With a buzzing sound, one shot went straight to Loren's chest, and the other two blocked his left and right escape routes.

"The speed is too fast, and the Apparition may be forced to separate..."

Loren's pupils shrank slightly, and crystal blue light quickly covered his eyes. The wand in his hand was reversed and pointed at himself. A soft but fast magic instantly enveloped his whole body. His whole body became light and airy, and neither of his legs moved at all. , like a ghost, flying upward out of thin air.

Three invisible blades fell on the floor of the abandoned classroom, leaving three smooth cracks.

Just before he could stand firm in the air, two golden curses struck him, wiping his hair on both sides and flying past. Only then did he hear "Professor Snape" chanting a curse as if taunting him. Voice: "[Golden Bell Hanging Upside Down]"

Less than three minutes into the duel practice, cold sweat broke out on Loren's back. He had no time to cast the familiar transformation spell and armor spell. "Professor Snape" hadn't just released the water for the purpose of practice. He might have been hung in mid-air. .

I thought that Professor Snape had devoted himself to studying potions for many years, and his actual combat level was weaker than Professor McGonagall and Professor Flitwick. Unexpectedly, powerful black magic combined with these trivial evil spells would be even more difficult to deal with.

"Professor Snape" kept on attacking. A series of locking tongue and throat-sealing curses did not give him any chance to breathe. There was an extremely short gap between the spells. The invisible blade was always ready, just waiting for Loren to reveal his flaw. moment.

The pores on Loren's body shrank slightly, and he was dealing with these disgusting little curses while analyzing the current situation.

This "Professor Snape" uses the spells he created with ease. The speed of casting and switching is even comparable to Professor Flitwick, and he also controls the rhythm of the duel very carefully...

He had to take the initiative, and Loren secretly made up his mind not to compete with him on the connection and application of the spell.

The wand was waved horizontally, and dense flames suddenly spewed out, suspended in mid-air and burning blazingly without the help of any firewood. A series of small evil curses were submerged into the flames, as if they were submerged into a bottomless abyss, without making any waves.

Even the follow-up Shen Feng Shadowless Curse only wiped out the sporadic flame waves, and the gaps that were opened were quickly refilled by the continuous flames.

"Li Huo? No, it's not Li Huo..."

"Professor Snape"'s face lit up with interest. He thought Loren was going to pull off his special show, Li Huo, but he didn't expect Loren to give him a new surprise. Although the flames in front of him were equally powerful and could burn everything they touched, they did not have the greed of spreading wildly, and the core was more stable.

Like...Dumbledore's Fire Shield.

"Professor Snape" narrowed his eyes slightly, guessing that he was inspired by the battle between Dumbledore and Voldemort that night. While he was filled with admiration in his heart, there was no lag in his hands. He poured out more frequent spells, even Rolling up the gravel on the ground and throwing it away.

The endlessly surging flames come without hesitation, whether they are black magic or small curses, they are all burned into nothingness, and the rubble is burned into ashes.

"puff!"

"puff!"

"..."

The offensive and defensive game lasted for nearly half an hour. "Professor Snape" finally noticed something was wrong, took back the wand that was constantly releasing spells, and asked doubtfully: "Are you planning to keep doing this?" Loren put away the flame and sighed. , smiled helplessly: "It's not that I plan to use it, but that I can't control this fire as I want."

The stream of light flashed by, and Flamel, who returned to his original appearance, raised his eyebrows and asked: "Oh, you were able to control the fierce fire before, why is it more difficult to control the gentler flame after adjustment?"

"The previous fierce fire could expand quickly on its own. Every place covered by the fire domain had enough flames for me to use. Now it has been stripped away to limit the spread and expansion of the flames, so it is more laborious to control."

"So that's it..." Flamel nodded thoughtfully, "Nico has encountered similar problems before. Alchemy must carefully control the temperature when smelting metals. Maybe you can refer to relevant research... …”

"It turns out that...compared to directly controlling the flame, controlling the infused magic power can guide the flame better..."

……

In the morning, the sky is getting brighter.

The sunlight passed through the narrow gap in the curtains, casting a slender golden beam. As the sun rose, the beam moved little by little to Loren's cheeks. A dazzling discomfort penetrated the eyelids, and the slender eyelashes began to blink gently, indicating that The sleeping boy is gradually waking up.

Immediately afterwards, a short and thin figure came to the window and quietly closed the curtains.

"Wheat, Twinkle?" Loren had already woken up, doubts flashing in his eyes that had not completely faded from sleep, "Why are you here?"

"I...she...we..." Mai, who was wearing white short-sleeved overalls, pinched the curtain in his hand and felt a little guilty for disturbing Mr. Morgan's sleep.

Another house elf in a small skirt stared at Loren with two big eyes like tennis balls, looking at Loren in the dim light, a teardrop rolling down her pointed nose.

"Mr. Crouch has passed away, and Loren Morgan left school during the vacation." Twinkle whispered sadly, "But Twinkle has reached an agreement with Loren Morgan. As long as Twinkle fulfills the agreement as required, Mr. Morgan agrees to let her I met Mr. Crouch again and helped Winky return to the Crouch family. But now, everything is impossible..."

Loren sat up from the bed, blinked a few times, and sighed secretly, forgetting that this happened... But he had no intention of letting Twinkle return to Crouch's house in the first place.

"Don't cry yet, Twinkle." Loren pinched his eyebrows tiredly, with a hint of probing, "Do you really want to go back to Crouch's house, or to the house of some other wizard, day and night? Do you want to do housework and serve them in return?”

Shining's lips trembled, her eyes filled with tears again, and Loren's heart suddenly jumped.

"Winky...Winky doesn't know." The house elf shook his body, and his ugly head kept swinging from side to side, so fast that Loren worried that the slender neck would break at any time, "Winky wants to stay in Hog Watts, but Winky misses Mr. Crouch and Master Barty, and Winky is worried about them..."

"Fortunately, it's not completely hopeless..." Loren took a breath and thought seriously for a moment before speaking in a deep voice, "Since you miss them, go back and take a look."

"Go back and take a look?"

(End of this chapter)