days at Hogwarts

Chapter 471 A bold idea

December 12, Saturday.

Loren and Hermione were walking around the lake. There was no wind in the black lake in the winter afternoon, and the slightly cold air was sucked into the lungs, which was just enough to dispel the slight sleepiness that arose after lunch.

The Black Lake has frozen, and the lake water has frozen a layer of ice crust on the rocks on the shore.

"Crack, click, click..."

The crunch of the chocolate shell sounds like ice cubes cracking.

Loren pressed the nut against his front teeth with his tongue, bit into it, and cut it cleanly. A strange feeling of satisfaction rose in his heart.

Loren looked away and began to think about his flying magic.

Apply a floating spell to clothes and accessories to free your body from the constraints of gravity. After rising into the air, you can then start to solve the problem of having nowhere to rely on for movement. This is the scope of the summoning spell.

Snape's flying magic is very strange. It seems to be inspired by bats and vampires, and he can achieve maximum speed with the help of his cloak.

Just when a brother-killing tragedy was about to happen, footsteps sounded again near the long table.

This was somewhat different from the flight he had expected. Steering and speed were both problems. It was not even as good as turning into an owl and flying with wings.

"Can you fly?"

Damn Hermione, I just asked her to give her the idea to invite dance partners and didn't help. She kindly shared interesting jokes with her, but she actually made fun of herself and called Harry and Ginny away. How annoying!

Loren watched her go away, shaking his head and returning to the castle.

Hermione was silent for a moment, the corners of her mouth that were stiffened by the cold wind twitched a few times, and then turned to look at Ginny beside her.

After handing the pumpkin juice to Gabrielle and plugging her mouth with donuts, Ginny held the cup, lowered her head, glanced to the side quietly, and listened carefully with her ears raised.

The ups and downs of life come so fast and are so exciting.

Boys prefer donuts sprinkled with icing. Oils and carbohydrates stimulate the brain to secrete sufficient amounts of dopamine. The most primitive satisfaction allows them to open up and chat with their friends about the girl they most desire to dance with. Hormones and adrenaline accelerate the beating of the heart. .

"Crack, click, click..."

Hermione pursed her lips.

A few dozen meters away on the right, a group of young wizards are practicing the Patronus Charm. Their school can be judged by the color of their magic robes. A group of people from Ilvermorny and Beauxbatons are surrounding two Hufflepuff students. They were asking for advice on the secret of the Patronus Charm. Graves and Fleur were there, but there was no one from Durmstrang.

When entering the underground pipe in the secret room in the second grade, Professor McGonagall demonstrated flying magic. It was born out of the summoning of transfiguration. It was precise and rigorous in use, but not convenient.

The feeling of being in the air and weightlessness caused the body's center of gravity to shift slightly, but it did not cause it to be completely unbalanced. Loren could not control it flexibly now. He could only hover and move stiffly a few inches off the ground, and his steering was always at a stiff right angle.

Loren took two steps back to avoid her dangerous gaze, put his hand on the little witch's shoulder, and pushed her forward: "Don't be sad, don't be impatient, if life deceives you..."

Hermione stepped closer.

Brightly colored macarons are the girls' favorite, but every time they finish eating, they can't help but complain that they are too greasy, and lament sadly that they can no longer wear the dress they prepared before school started.

Fleur Delacour, who was wearing a light blue robe, stood under the beech wood. Her silver hair hung down around her waist, and her green eyes shone with faint silver light. She nodded with a smile on her lips: "Fleur Delacour Well, Beauxbatons.”

Harry and Ron also saw it. Harry asked with some confusion: "Hermione, you are back from practicing magic. Why didn't Loren come back with you? Is your magic robe stained with mud and fell?"

If Loren wasn't good-looking, would they have been together since first grade?

"But it wasn't life that deceived me, it was the bad guy Loren Morgan."

The witch named Bute in Ilvermorny looked at Graves in surprise, sniffed, and started practicing again with full fighting spirit.

……

Wouldn't it be that he is the only one who still can't find a dance partner?

Ron felt his stomach bloating again.

"..."

Who wouldn’t want a beautiful dance partner who is willing to accept themselves?

What reason does this require?

Ron ate the donuts by himself and drank a large glass of pumpkin juice until his throat was cloying with the sweetness. The gas in his stomach was slowly expelled with hiccups, and his mind slowly calmed down.

"Yeah..." Harry said sadly, "But who should we invite?"

Loren remembered it most clearly and felt it most directly, Professor Flitwick, who demonstrated the flying magic improved by the Levitation Spell, and experienced it personally when he was learning Apparition.

As a Weasley child, it was natural for her to sit next to her brother.

Ever since Professor Flitwick taught the importance of basic spells in the Charms Club open class, students have often gone to the Black Lake to practice magic. The feedback from the fish and water splashes is so interesting...

The girl's voice was a little more coquettish.

Loren knew without thinking that the student's surname was Finnigan. As for whether he did it on purpose, he couldn't tell.

It seems that it is still suitable to practice in the Room of Requirement in the future.

"You should thank Ron, Ron Weasley. To be precise, he asked Ginny to take care of your sister." Loren said.

Loren smiled and pushed the girl forward on the slippery ice: "Want to hear the bad guy's idea of ​​flying magic based on the floating spell?"

He fell into deep thought.

"Then what's the use of saying all this..." Loren suddenly became disgusted, "Do you have anything to do with me? If nothing happens, I'm going back to the castle."

"That's a good idea..."

Her eyes became a little dangerous.

Not far away, Ginny suddenly took a sip of pumpkin juice, but she used her great endurance to hold back from coughing and slowly held it back.

Some people noticed this strange man and woman and looked sideways frequently.

From flying carpets to broomsticks, from rune horses to hippogriffs, and even bird animagus...many examples show that flying is not difficult for wizards.

Ginny stared blankly at the glass of pumpkin juice in her hand.

When practicing magic spells, it is normal to have some minor accidents.

Fu Rong's expression froze: "Not yet."

"I recognize you, and thank you very much for taking care of Gabrielle." Like Gabrielle, her accent became a little strange when speaking long sentences. "This time, all the students here are senior students, plus I Campaigning to become a warrior, Gabrielle is very lonely. Thank you for asking Miss Weasley and Miss Lovegood to take care of her. "

"You're changing the subject again. I don't want to hear it."

"Loren Morgan, Hogwarts, Gryffindor House." Loren glanced into the distance with his peripheral vision. The students practicing the Patronus Charm were almost gone, and only Graves and a man named Bu were left. Special girl.

Fleur looked at Loren's face, picked up her robe, bowed her knees and saluted: "Okay, I'm sorry to disturb you, Mr. Morgan, goodbye."

Loren sorted out his thoughts and stretched out his arms.

However, with the development of ancient magic, no one has concluded that flying magic is universally applicable. This involves many reasons, such as the difficulty of practicing and the high risk factor...