days at Hogwarts

Chapter 288 An Ordinary Friday

Friday, dinner time, auditorium.

Loren swallowed the last piece of pie, straightened out his slightly bulging belly, raised his head and showed a satisfied smile: "Carbohydrates are such a high-quality joy agent!"

Seeing his actions, Hermione quickly put her hand on her belly and pressed it. She unconsciously compared the size of her belly before and after eating, and breathed a sigh of relief after confirming that it didn't look like him.

Seeing the girl's nervous movements, Loren smiled softly and joked in a low voice: "You often eat like this during the holidays, why do you start to pay attention to your image when school starts?"

I have lost my composure in front of this person too many times to refute.

The corners of Hermione's eyes twitched a few times, but she ignored his joke and said seriously: "Are you full? Go back to the common room when you are full. You haven't finished the paper about Boggarts assigned by Professor Lupin yet. Write."

Loren took another piece of mango pudding and complained in a low voice: "It's not your fault. Lupine obviously only asked us to write a short summary, but you insist on dragging me into writing a paper."

"Didn't you write a lot about the analysis of Boggart's magic power?" Hermione got angry when she mentioned this. She picked up a spoon and scooped away a large spoonful of pudding and ate the pudding fiercely. "What kind of magic power did you write in the summary? Soul...and many conjectures about Boggart? The most outrageous thing is that you asked me to help you find information!"

"I just mentioned a few words while writing, but you want me to write it into a paper!"

"You wrote that too!"

"You are unreasonable!"

"..."

The two of them were stumbling over each other's words, until one portion of the pudding was eaten, and Hermione realized that she had eaten too much, and pressed her belly with a sad expression.

The little witch pursed her lips and tried her best silently.

Inhale!

My belly didn't move at all.

Inhale!

My belly still can't be retracted.

"Would you like to press it for you?" Loren chuckled.

After trying a few times, Hermione gave up and looked at Loren with a hint of irritation: "It's all your fault, go back and write your thesis!"

"I'm afraid not." Loren spread his hands, "I still have to go to the office to find Professor Snape. You know, he said that during the Defense Against the Dark Arts class."

There are good reasons and cannot be refuted.

Hermione was so angry that she just couldn't stand Loren's proud look.

"And I don't have to study for five elective courses on the weekend, so I can take my time writing the thesis."

Damn it, I’m even more angry.

Hermione stood up and walked towards the door of the auditorium without looking back. She was afraid that she would hit someone if she stayed any longer.

Looking at her back, Loren muttered in a low voice: "Weird..."

Ever since the Defense Against the Dark Arts lesson about Boggarts, Hermione had become a little abnormal and became even more irritable.

In particular, he was not allowed to mention her encounter with the Boggart. The small scale would be red-faced and scolded, and the big scale would be fists and kicks.

But Loren was happy to tease her, and it didn't hurt anyway.

After throwing a mint into his mouth, Loren shook his head and headed towards the basement.

"Tsk, it's quite sweet..."

Friday night, 9pm, Potions Master's office underground.

呲——

swoosh-

swoosh-

The pure white smooth bone knife ground from the basilisk ribs was constantly scraped on the red translucent magic stone surface. The snow-white bone powder mixed with the red stone powder fell on the porcelain plate, mixing into a thin layer of pink powder.

In front of the operating table, Snape was wearing a dark green shirt and was concentrating on preparing the powder of the Sorcerer's Stone.

Loren sat next to him, holding a parchment notebook in his hand, reading intently.

While making stone powder, Snape said in a calm voice: "During the summer vacation, Professor McGonagall and I went to Africa to get some inspiration from the local methods there. If you are lucky, you should The excipients of the rejuvenating drug can be determined within two years.”

For the school's business, the four deans took the recruited students to many places during the holidays.Professor Flitwick and Professor Sprout went to the more civilized France and Italy... Professor McGonagall and Snape went to the more troubled African continent.

It seemed that Professor Snape had taken the time to do some personal matters. Loren looked at the notes in the notebook:

The indigenous shamans of Madagascar in southern Africa can summon the souls of the dead through rituals such as turning over corpses. This has yet to be verified and has not been witnessed, but there are actual records.

The blood of loved ones is poured into the burning fire, and the thick smoke can convey messages to the deceased - to be verified and witnessed, it is suspected to be a trick of the indigenous wizards to maintain their rule.

……

In addition to magic rituals, there are also many strange and weird materials, including the tail needles of African tree snakes and moonlight scorpions...

Loren said nothing as he looked at the note written one by one. He saw the powder on the porcelain dish being blown away when Snape spoke. The professor was not as calm as he appeared on the surface.

Determining the excipients is probably futile.Seeing the true face of death and realizing that death is the key to the resurrection medicine, Snape is destined to be difficult to succeed.

Nico was living in an era when the Black Death was raging. Human lives were like weeds. City after city died. Looking at the map, it looked like a piece of death.

Even if Voldemort launched the Second Wizarding War, so many people would not die. Unless Voldemort ruled the wizarding world, declared full war on Muggles, and launched genocide, Snape would have to wait until the Third World War.

In short, there is no chance.

However, it is always good to have hopeful thoughts.

Loren thought this way and didn't say much about the potion to bring the dead back to life. Instead, he talked about other things: "Professor, it's a new school year, how can the Potion Club recruit new members?"

Last year's seventh-grade students graduated, and it was time for the club to recruit new members.

<divclass="contentadv">After taking 1/16 ounce of powder, which is the weight of 1 dram, Snape stood up and wiped the bone knife with a clean handkerchief, and returned the magic stone to him: "Observe it for a while first. I will send out invitations around Halloween to replenish staff.”

"Second grade?"

"Every grade except freshmen."

"But Professor, didn't you say that those who didn't receive the invitation letter last year were not talented enough? Why did they make up for it this year?" Loren asked tentatively in a low voice, "Does it mean that their talents have improved?"

"Just do your own thing."

If Dumbledore and McGonagall hadn't needed people, I wouldn't have bothered to recruit them.Snape glanced at him with an indifferent look and said calmly: "Wolfsbane potion needs to continue to be improved. I will provide the materials and test it according to the plan you submitted last semester. From now on, give me a bottle of improved potion every month. Potion.”

Why did you say you provoked him?

Loren really wanted to give himself a slap in the face now. The smell of Wolfsbane potion was already unpleasant, and now those foul-smelling medicinal ingredients would be added to it, which would make people stupid.

"Remember?"

"Yes, Professor." Loren's answer was feeble, maybe wilted.

Then Snape's lips curved into a smile.

……

In the evening, the dormitory.

Loren looked at the window with a numb expression. The moon shone in through the glass window, making it blurry and blurred.

He wondered if he would have ended up in such an errand if he hadn't provoked Snape.

Probably will.

Professor Snape is determined to find trouble for Lupine. Not only him, it is estimated that after the Potions Club recruits people, other members will also join in the research and development of Wolfsbane Potion.

Alone Better Together.

Thinking this way, Loren felt much better and felt at ease.

"It's great. School starts on Wednesday. After two days of classes, it's the weekend." Harry lay on the four-poster bed, raised his hands in front of his eyes, and watched the candlelight being stretched through his fingers.

"Yeah, it would be nice if I could go to school for two days and have two days off." Ron let out a silly laugh.

"To be honest, I'm actually looking forward to next week's class. I heard George and Fred say that Hagrid's Care of Magical Creatures class is very interesting." Harry turned over and lay on the edge of the bed, resting his chin on the pillow.

Seamus held a hard-drawn firework in his hand and kept throwing it up and catching it. He looked around and said, "Where's Neville? He didn't forget the password again and was locked out of the lounge door."

"No way?" Loren sat up, "I didn't see him when I came back."

At this moment, the bedroom door was kicked open, and Neville swayed in holding a golden cardboard box that was larger than his upper body.

Putting down the box, Neville wiped his forehead, sat back on his bed and took a long breath: "The owl can't carry this. Mr. Froom promised to deliver it to the school gate, so I can only carry it back by myself. Merlin Bless me, I almost fell down the stairs a few times.”

"So, why don't you use the levitating spell?" Loren asked sincerely.

Neville, who was panting, was stunned. After a moment of silence, he said, "I, I forgot?"

"Sometimes Loren is more of a pure-blood wizard than you are." Ron muttered, then stepped forward curiously, "What did you buy?"

Neville smiled stupidly: "A gold luxury gift box from Honeydukes Candy Shop, to thank Loren."

"Merlin's beard, luxury gift box!"

"I heard that one galleon is more expensive than dragon meat."

Seamus and Harry exclaimed in unison.

This time Loren was stunned: "You actually bought it?"

"Hmm!" Neville scratched his head in embarrassment, "I originally wanted to wait until I went to Hogsmeade to buy it during event week, but I can't wait any longer."

Loren's mouth opened, words of rejection and refusal came to his lips but he could not say them out.

"Open it. I heard that there are new magic gummies." Neville looked at him with sincere and sincere gratitude in his eyes. He smiled at the others, "I can't wait to try it." ,what about you?"

"Me too!"

"Come on, Loren, take it apart."

"hurry up!"

Everyone gathered around and watched as Loren tore open the golden packaging layer by layer and took out bags after bags of candies from the gift box.

Exploding candies, shimmering pink coconut sorbet, strange-shaped Bibi multi-flavor beans, jumping chocolate frogs, licorice wands, sizzling honey candies, jelly slugs...

"Look at this, the new gummy candy!" Seamus threw a candy into his mouth, sipped it, and made a monkey scream at the others.

"Squeak - squeak - squeak -"

Loren swallowed the pile of cockroaches in his mouth, "Stop pretending, Seamus, this is your own voice, right?"

Seamus looked at him angrily: "Squeak--squeak--"

This sentence completely amused the other people in the dormitory. Ron and Harry laughed together and lay on the quilt unable to stand up.

"Let me give it a try." Neville took one and threw it into his mouth, letting out an elephant's roar, "Moo eh——"

Others also tried.

Ron let out a majestic lion's roar: "Roar——"

Harry opened his mouth and heard the owl's cry: "Chirp——"

The long cry of a whale sounded in Loren's nose: "Buzz——"

The sweet and warm atmosphere lingered in the dormitory, and the laughter hit the glass and trembled slightly, as if the missing moon was also laughing...