Days at Hogwarts

Chapter 53 A New Week

This party wasn't just about cheering for Loren and his friends; more importantly, it gave the little lions a reason to make up for the interrupted Halloween celebrations.

The laughter continued late into the night until Professor McGonagall's voice came from outside the door, "Celebrations are allowed, but in moderation!"

Professor McGonagall didn't come in; she simply amplified her voice to be loud and clear, and her words of reminder echoed in the lounge.

Percy snapped awake and shouted in response, "Yes, Professor McGonagall!"

"Everyone! That's all for today, we have class tomorrow!"

Percy began to organize the lion cubs to return to their respective dormitories one by one. They had also heard Professor McGonagall's words, and everyone went upstairs laughing and joking to prepare for rest. They had already had a very happy day.

George and Fred gave Loren a high-five as they passed by:

"You should thank us!"

"We got the food from the kitchen."

They each said one sentence, and the twins' actions were always perfectly synchronized.

"You all should get some rest too," Percy said last before going upstairs.

Only Loren Hermione, Harry Ron, and two others remained in the lounge. They sat in front of the fireplace, the firewood flickering, the warm firelight reflecting off their faces and casting a fiery red glow in their eyes.

This was the first time the four of them were alone together since Halloween, and for a moment no one spoke.

"Everyone! We've had a great adventure!"

Loren broke the silence, winking at the group. "Tell me, who is the troll slayer?"

Hermione and Harry couldn't help but laugh at Loren's comical appearance.

"I want to apologize to you."

Ron didn't laugh. He finally relaxed when they were alone, opened his heart, and revealed his guilt. He finally found the opportunity to say these words to the others.

"If it weren't for me, you wouldn't have been in danger."

"Like I said, even Dumbledore couldn't have foreseen the unexpected." Loren believed that no one was to blame; even if he knew the plot, he couldn't avoid it.

Hermione nodded, thinking that if things were investigated, she might have made a mistake.

Harry put his hand on Ron's shoulder. "We're brothers now."

The group exchanged glances and smiled.

After saying goodbye to Hermione, the three boys returned to their dorm room and went to bed one after another.

A few days later, Loren finally got his hands on the Book of Fantasy again.

Before entering the Book of Fantasy, Loren looked around, feeling that something was missing.

Loren sat up and looked at Harry. "It's Sunday, right?"

Harry didn't know why Loren asked that, and hesitated for a moment before replying, "Yes, right?"

Loren then turned to Ron, "Tomorrow's Monday, Professor McGonagall has a Transfiguration class, right?"

Ron hesitated for a moment, "Yes, right?"

Monday morning, the first period is Professor McGonagall's Transfiguration class, that's right.

Loren's mind was clear. "Have you finished your Transformation class homework?"

Harry and Ron became terrified. They were used to leaving their homework for the weekend, but they had been lying in the infirmary for the past few days and hadn't thought about their homework at all.

The two of them skillfully let out a desperate scream: "Help!"

"Tsk!" Loren clicked his tongue. It's just right, just right. Otherwise, it always felt like something was missing.

After lending the homework to the two, Loren returned to bed, snuggled under the covers, and tapped the dueling room icon with his finger. Looking at Flamel's eyes on the picture, which shone with a silvery-white light, Loren felt a sense of security.

Inside the Book of Fantasy, Flamel floated by, listening quietly as Loren recounted his Halloween experience. His brows furrowed, and he looked thoughtful: "A magical surge left a black mark on the troll's nose."

"I don't recall having any relevant information, but I am very interested in the spell you perfected at the crucial moment."

"Let me show you!"

Loren pulled out his wand, eager to try it out. He looked around, but there was nothing in sight. He tentatively looked at Flamel and asked, "To you?"

"certainly."

Flamel floated in the air, tilting his head back and spreading his arms as if welcoming something, his body radiating white light.

"【Thunderbolt Penetration】"

Without hesitation, Loren didn't think he could inflict any harm on Flamel. The tip of his wand glowed red and struck Flamel in the chest.

The spell passed through without an explosion, and Flamel's chest shimmered with red, blue, green, and yellow light.

After a long while, Flamel opened his eyes. "I can feel that it is derived from [Open Door], but the characteristics of opening a door have been removed, and the focus is on the effect of explosive penetration."

"It's a powerful enough spell that will work well in many situations."

Loren looked excited. "Did I create my own spell?"

Flamel shook his head. "The creation of spells should involve understanding the principles of magic, pre-setting the desired effect, and then designing a complete casting action and a way for magic to operate. The spell is just a symbol."

"There is no shortage of talented people in the history of magic. They also created some spells in similar ways, but none of them have been passed down."

"Loren, do not be proud. True spells will be tested and passed down by generations of wizards and by time."

Loren wasn't too disappointed; it was just pure luck. "So, how's this spell? Is it a good spell?"

Flamel paused for a moment, considering how to phrase it, before finally deciding to be blunt: "Trash spells, if you want to achieve an explosive effect, then the classic [Thunder Explosion] is more suitable, as it's far more powerful. If you want to achieve penetration, you should use its sharpness, not its explosiveness."

"Hmph, they don't understand what true happiness is at all."

Loren didn't stoop to Flamel's level. One day, this spell would dominate the young wizards and become a part of everyone's childhood memories.

……

Monday morning, during the Transformation Class.

Harry and Ron strained to open their eyelids, their eyes clearly bloodshot.

Hermione shook her head dismissively. "How long did you boys play after you got back?"

Loren's voice was full of schadenfreude, "It wasn't us. Those two only remembered they hadn't done their Transfiguration homework before bed, and I don't know how long they spent working on it."

Harry and Ron overheard the conversation between the two people next to them, but neither of them felt any urge to speak. They just wanted to get through get out of class as quickly as possible so they could go back and catch up on their sleep.

Professor McGonagall stood on the podium and saw Harry and Ron looking dejected, their eyes red and swollen.

"You are still freshmen and shouldn't be picking up bad habits! If something happens, you should notify your professor immediately instead of being presumptuous and acting recklessly! Also, the school allows you to have extracurricular activities, but they shouldn't interfere with your classes!"

As Professor McGonagall spoke, she waved her wand and transformed the lectern into a squealing, fat pig.

The students below dared not utter a sound, sitting upright and looking at the serious Professor McGonagall.

"Perhaps we should turn certain people into parchment and copy the school rules onto their bodies 100 times!"

Ron was startled and remained alert until the end of get out of class, not daring to doze off.

After class, the group strolled together in the corridor. Students from other houses were curious about the four giant-slaying warriors, and occasionally, passing students would greet them.

Ron declared solemnly, "I swear in the name of the troll-slaying hero, the first thing I'll do after waking up from sleep is my Transfiguration homework, and I'll never stay up all night to finish my homework again. If I don't, I'm a troll!"

Harry nodded in agreement, resolving that he would never stay up all night to finish his homework again.

……

On the table.

Ron handed the letter he had written to his mother to the owl, patted the owl's wings, and released it.

Harry asked curiously, "What did you tell Aunt Molly?"

"The troll sneaked into the school, but the valiant Ron Weasley, with the help of his friends, defeated it." Ron calmly put the chicken leg into his mouth, looking completely at ease.

Loren nodded. "Yes, you know how to write."

Harry remained calm after hearing this, saying, "You could have kept half of your butt before, but now you probably won't be able to keep it at all."

"Hey, Harry!"

Ron exclaimed, "Then what am I supposed to say? I almost became troll excrement, spent three days in a hospital bed, and have to go to Mrs. Pomfrey for a follow-up check-up next week?"

"In that case, you'll see my mom spanking me in the living room tomorrow."

(End of this chapter)