Days at Hogwarts

Chapter 20 Explosives Genius: Passion is Burning!

By lunchtime, Ron had already gone home with the Weasleys.

Loren felt that things had progressed this far, and the rest could be left to Dumbledore. In fact, after telling Dumbledore what had happened, he didn't get involved anymore.

Harry asked, stuffing bread into his mouth, "Loren, was it you who discovered...?"

"Bang!"

An explosion suddenly rang out not far away, and Ximo's face was blown into a black mess, his hair standing on end, making him look quite comical.

"Hahahaha!" Dean Thomas laughed so hard his face was almost invisible, even though he was mostly grinning from ear to ear.

Dean Thomas was a young black man from Gryffindor who was a good friend of Seamus, and he always laughed the loudest whenever this happened.

This wasn't the first time he'd witnessed this scene. Whenever Seamus tried unfamiliar magic, something would always explode. The explosions weren't very powerful and wouldn't cause any harm, but his face would always be covered in soot.

Loren's attention was drawn to it. He held up the chicken leg to Seamus, his face full of interest: "What kind of spell is this?"

Dean Thomas answered first: "He wanted to turn water into wine, but it exploded."

Loren turned his head, his face bearing the expression of "Kid, you're in luck. I have a peerless martial art to pass on to you. The task of saving the world and upholding justice is now in your hands." He said in a serious tone, "Symmo, have you ever thought that you have a unique talent in this area?"

Simo wiped his face clean with a tissue and rolled his eyes at Loren: "If you want, I can give you this talent."

"Hehehe!" Loren tempted, "I know a super cool spell that suits your style perfectly."

Dean, standing nearby, also looked curious: "Can I try it too?"

After quickly filling their stomachs, the group walked arm in arm toward the edge of the forbidden forest.

Harry watched the group walk away, somewhat speechless; he hadn't finished asking his question yet.

Draco, sitting at another long table, looked at Harry and scoffed, "Look at him, the famous Harry Potter is left behind, all alone."

Harry was absolutely fed up with this guy. Ever since the train journey, Draco had been so arrogant, demanding to get to know him and looking down on Ron. That's when the grudge started, and Draco would seize any opportunity to make sarcastic remarks about Harry.

Fortunately, Slytherin and Gryphon only had Potions together, Harry thought, ignoring Draco and quickly returning to the common room.

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Loren, Simo, and Dean reached the edge of the Forbidden Forest.

Seamus looked at the woods and asked, "Why did we come here? The professors won't let us into the Forbidden Forest."

Loren was quite satisfied with the environment and didn't take the two any further inside. He explained to them, "Because it's okay to make a lot of noise here."

"I'll show you something fun!" Loren picked up a few branches and made a small door. Simon and Dean were a little puzzled.

Loren stepped aside: "The doors are wide open!"

He didn't use his full power to cast the spell, and the incantation was clearly "Gate Opens," not the strange, distorted pronunciation. A finger-thick streak of red light flew from the tip of the wand and struck the simple wooden door.

"boom!"

The tree branches were blown far away, leaving a dark, murky mess on the ground.

Seamus and Dean exchanged a glance, their eyes gleaming with surprise, and exclaimed in unison, "Cool!"

Dean pressed further, "What kind of magic is this? Is it a family heirloom?"

Simo was also pleased, but feigned modesty: "This really suits my temperament. I can learn from you."

Dean quickly followed suit: "I want to learn too! I want to learn too!"

Loren looked down on the two uneducated people, saying, "If you two had studied the book 'Standard Spells,' you would know that this is nothing more than an outdated initiation spell."

The two pretended not to hear the first part of his sentence, and Ximo exclaimed, "This door really can be opened!"

He was overjoyed and swore on Sir Nicholas's head that he would definitely learn the spell and use it well.

No eleven-year-old wouldn't like firecrackers, especially since Loren wanted them to play with an RPG. He urged the two, "Quickly build some doors; we need these to practice spells."

The three of them built a circle using wooden blocks, branches, and stones. There were about twenty simple little doors. Loren explained the key points of casting spells to the two of them, including the pronunciation and tone of the incantations, and the gestures for waving the wand.

Then, the sounds of chanting began incessantly at the edge of the Forbidden Forest: "The gates are wide open! The gates are wide open! The gates are wide open!"

Before long, Simo was able to blow up the small black wooden door. But Dean could only emit a faint light.

"I got it! I got it!" Seamus waved his hands, jumping for joy. He had never learned a spell so quickly and achieved the desired effect.

Loren wasn't sure if Seamo had truly learned how to open the gates, or if it was just his innate ability that could achieve the same effect no matter what he was saying.

Dean kept repeating "The gates are wide open!" and "The gates are wide open!" Damn it, he cast an envious glance at Ximo's innate talent, which he had previously mocked.

The two of them enjoyed casting spells immensely. Simo quickly became skilled, and Dean was even able to slightly shake the wooden door.

Loren began teaching Seamus the strange pronunciation of the spell after he corrected his deviation, teaching him syllable by syllable, at a slow pace.

But Simeon was extremely excited and remembered every syllable perfectly. Then came the crucial point of casting the spell: visualize the target as a door you want to pass through.

Simo tried the strange syllables and then released the spell as Loren had instructed. The first few times, he stumbled and failed to make anything explode.

Simo was a little disappointed, but seeing Dean next door still [door wide open] [door wide open], his mood cheered up again.

When he tried again, Simo was able to blast regular shapes on the small wooden door, spreading outwards from the center point, instead of the large, dark mass that he had seen before.

Loren was also certain that Seamus had indeed mastered the basics, rather than his talent activating.

Accompanied by Dean's background music, Loren and Seamus began attacking the surrounding trees. Seamus could only blast a layer of carbon on the trees, and Loren didn't need to use his full strength to penetrate the trees.

To put it more profoundly, it means that possessing a weapon naturally breeds murderous intent. To put it more simply, if a ten-year-old child has a stick in his hand, then all the flowers and grass by the roadside will not be taller than his knees.

The two of them were like fireworks, shooting "whoosh!" "bang!" "whoosh!" "bang!"...

Dean felt ostracized, but while keeping his distance, he gritted his teeth and comforted himself: "I'm not envious, I'm not envious."

Loren didn't know how long the three of them had been playing when he suddenly heard the sound of dogs barking. Then Hagrid followed Tooth out of the woods.

The ground and tree trunks around were all pitch black.

Hagrid's face was also dark. Fortunately, no animals were injured. He snapped, "Which academy are you from?"

"It's you, kid!" Upon seeing Loren, he remembered that he was Harry's friend, and then he noticed the badges on the chests of the men's robes. He realized they were Gryffindors.

He knew that only a Gryffindor could do something like this. He used to be a Gryffindor too, tsk, what's with this inexplicable pride?

Hagrid grabbed Seamus and Dean by the back of their necks, lifted them up, and carried them toward the cabin. He said to Loren, "Perfect timing, you come too, let's find you something to do!"

(End of this chapter)