Popular Web NovelsChapter 490 Professor MorganChapter 490 Professor Morgan
The night is getting darker and the moon is gradually rising. The forest in mid-spring is already a little lively. The chirping of insects and birds that come out at night floats in through the cracks in the window. In the ears, there is a sense of tranquility.
The slow rising and falling breathing of the roommates could be heard in the dormitory, and Neville's was the most obvious.
The curtains of the four-poster bed fell gently. Loren, who had been lying on the bed for most of the night, yawned. The thread-like thoughts in his mind were intertwined and were being sorted out bit by bit.
When did Crouch start having problems?
Loren lay flat on the mattress, a series of images and sounds flashing through his mind, starting from the first time he saw Crouch at the Quidditch World Cup in Devon, and gradually transitioning to abandoning Winky because of the Dark Mark. He was still the real Crouch then.
Until the opening of the Tournament, Crouch arrived at Hogwarts...
Since Professor Moody was pretended to be Barty Crouch Jr., he had no choice but to face his real father. He may remain calm and rational, but just the slightest mention of it this afternoon caused violent mood swings, not to mention that he and Crouch had a pleasant conversation on multiple occasions.
In addition, Professor Snape also reminded him that Crouch had a problem.
At first Loren only thought that Crouch was controlled by the Dementioning Curse, or that Lestrange was pretending to be him, but now he has other guesses...
Voldemort hid the mystery of his life experience very well. Even to his most loyal servants, he would not necessarily tell Little Hangleton his address, not to mention that part of his proud bloodline came from his Muggle father.
Assuming that the cemetery where Crouch took leave today to pay homage is really the Little Hangleton Cemetery, then he is most likely to be disguised by Voldemort himself or manipulated.
The three conditions required for Voldemort's resurrection, his father's bones have been exhumed from the grave, the servant's limbs are available at any time, and now only the blood of his enemy Harry is left...
From Judging from the long-standing memories in his mind, Crouch went to Little Hangleton not only to dig graves, but also to make portkeys, all just waiting for Harry to touch the Goblet of Fire.
When the competition ends and the audience cheers, people will be surprised to find that Voldemort is the ultimate winner.
Loren tried to take stock of the current situation.
The Death Eaters are currently in disarray. Most of Voldemort's die-hard loyalists are still imprisoned in Azkaban. The forces represented by Lucius Malfoy are still waiting and watching, and some people are gradually being exposed. The Mark of the Black Devil is so frightened that he is planning to escape far away, such as Karkaroff.
As long as Voldemort is resurrected and summoned, these people will basically succumb to fear and become Voldemort's slaves.
The positive forces are also in disarray. The Ministry of Magic of various countries is not unified. A large number of officials headed by Cornelius Fudge occupy their positions and do nothing. They only pursue their own interests and power. They have basically no ability to resist the Death Eaters. .
But fortunately, the main combat power advantage was huge. Dumbledore had already noticed that something was wrong with Moody and Crouch. Maybe he didn't know the specific ritual of Voldemort's resurrection, but he definitely knew what they were planning.
Loren frowned lightly. In this case, the situation would become clearer.
Either Dumbledore directly sabotaged Voldemort's resurrection ceremony, or Dumbledore was waiting for Voldemort to be completely resurrected, and then planned to completely eliminate him.
Judging from the current situation, Loren speculates that Dumbledore is more inclined to the latter option. This old principal who is more than a hundred years old has an amazing sense of responsibility. He will not allow someone to kill him after his death. The immortal Dark Lord wanders in the sky above the magical world, and is resurrected every ten years to trigger riots that purge mixed-blood wizards.
He has collected three Horcruxes: the Crown, the Golden Cup, and the Ring. The diary has been destroyed, and now only the locket from the Black Mansion, Harry's lightning-shaped scar, and the replacement Najib are left. Ni's living Horcrux.
"The Second Wizarding War is inevitable..."
The thoughts in Loren's mind flashed away, his eyes swept across the curtains on the bed frame, and he murmured softly with deep thought: "So the most important thing right now is to improve your strength..."
Right hand exploration Putting it under the pillow, his index finger gently touched the wand icon on the book. Silver light flashed in Loren's eyes, and his consciousness gradually sank into the fantasy book.
...
Book of Fantasy, Duel Classroom.
"Have you thought it through?" Flamel frowned slightly, "Do you really want me to imitate the image of your dean to practice dueling with you?"
Loren nodded slightly: "Since I dreamed about the comet hitting Jupiter last summer, the magic power in my body has grown to an incredible intensity. Not only is it far beyond the average adult wizard, I even think it has surpassed the school professor."
Flamell had a strange expression: "You don't think that you can defeat your professors just by relying on magic power, do you?"
"Do I look stupid?" Loren Rolling his eyes, "I was thinking that since magic is no longer weak, what I lack is dueling experience and skills. Anyway, I won't get hurt in the Book of Fantasy, so making it more difficult is not a bad thing. What do you think, Fra? Mel?"
"Hardworking children always deserve encouragement." Flamel nodded slightly, the smile on his face faded, and a soft silver light flowed along his body like ripples. whole body.
A few seconds later, the light converged, and a cold-faced Professor McGonagall appeared on the spot, wearing a simple and solemn bun, a black magic robe, and a pair of bright eyes on his slightly old face. Revealing powerful pressure.
Before she could stand still, Loren waved the wand violently and shouted in a deep voice: "[Expelliarmus]"
The wand trembled slightly, and a misty and brilliant red emerged from the rod, and the red light glowed in an incredible way. The speed surged, surging like water and gathering at the tip of the staff, turning into a dazzling, brilliant and crystal red beam of light, bursting out.
The professor-looking Flamel said softly, an interesting light flashed in his eyes, he held the wand in the middle of his index finger, flipped his wrist, and the abandoned tables and chairs on both sides of the classroom suddenly flew away. Come.
The wooden tables and chairs quickly transformed into two stone mountains during the flight. Under the bombardment of the disarming spell, they turned into hundreds of small pieces of gravel, which fell rustlingly, mixed with gray stone powder.
"Professor McGonagall" stood leisurely in mid-air, twirling her wand, and she smiled softly: "Dueling does not rely solely on magic power, especially in the field of transformation. Wisdom can often make a little bit of magic power a hundredfold. A thousand times more effective."
Loren was also a little distracted. This was the first time he had released the disarming spell with all his strength. Judging from the thickness of the beam alone, the abundance and power of the magic was actually several times thicker than Harry's disarming spell.
But even with this powerful spell, Flamel only used a summoning spell and an ordinary transformation spell to resist it.
"Then I want to see how you deal with the transformation."
A flash of crystal blue light flashed in Loren's eyes, and the wand in his hand flipped, hundreds of transformations without substance. The magic power fell on the gravel on the floor, and transparent water ripples appeared. The gravel quickly began to expand and contract, becoming elongated. Diamond-shaped scales arranged in layers appeared on the surface. Hundreds of venomous snakes crawled and twisted, hissing and spitting out their tongues. The sound is endless.
At the same time, he kept activating all kinds of magic spells.
The poisonous snake moved forward quickly, the surface of its fangs glowing with crystal water. The magic beams flew, and the trance was like a group of snakes attacking.
"Professor McGonagall" was not in a hurry, flipping the hem of his clothes and moving back a few feet lightly, causing most of the spells to fail. Then he threw out a transformation spell, and the stone powder under his feet was like waves of water. Flip forward.
As the stone waves surged, they grew larger and stronger, crushing the thin snakes in their path to pieces, and finally turned into stone powder. The stone powder was carried into the stone waves and became "Professor McGonagall" of assistance.
Everything happened in just a few seconds. "Professor McGonagall's" transformation was so superb that Loren could barely see what was happening. The surging stone waves were already in front of him.
"[Fear apart]"
Loren hurriedly threw out a powerful spell, but falling into the stone waves only caused a muffled sound, which was slightly blocked for a moment, and then the stone waves surged forward again.
He could only use flying magic and quickly retreated outside the scope of the stone waves, taking a breath while trying to understand what just happened.
The stone wave looks like a whole, but it is actually composed of countless gravels and stone powder. The magic spell can only destroy some of the gravels, but cannot destroy the whole.
Looking back, I saw that the wave of gravel had hit the wall at the end of the classroom and suddenly shattered, leaving only a thick layer of gravel and stone powder. Seeing this scene, Loren narrowed his eyes slightly and fell into deep thought.
His transformation technique is not as good as "Professor McGonagall's", so he cannot use fine powder in a hurry, but the quantity of powder is larger, and the combination is more powerful.
In addition, his use of transformation was just to turn into an animal to attack, and subconsciously chose the snake-like animal that he was most familiar with, but the slowest, unable to fly or jump...
"Looking at your expression, you already know the real Transfiguration." Ripples appeared on "Professor McGonagall". After the ripples calmed down, Flamel appeared on the spot and chuckled,
"However, the most important thing you haven't realized is that during the battle, I am creating more stone powder to create an environment that is favorable to me. In the ancient Eastern philosophy, victory requires the use of weather, terrain, and finally the use of Personal power."
The corners of Loren's eyes twitched twice. Is this what he meant?
Flamel paused and continued: "As I said at the beginning, fighting is not just about magic power."
Loren was not disappointed and glanced at him with a normal expression: "If my magic power is enough to support it, How about sweeping it with fierce fire?"
Flamel was stunned for a moment, his proud expression frozen in place.
...
The next day, duel classroom.
"In the field of transformation, wisdom can often make a little magic power work a hundred times a thousand times."
While tutoring in astronomy, they made an appointment to practice with the little witch. Loren kept his promise and looked at the little witch. The witch looked embarrassed as she was covered in stone powder, and said with a profound expression.
The knowledge that I had just learned yesterday was handed over to the little witch in the blink of an eye. Although the gravel wave was not able to demonstrate to "Professor McGonagall", it was enough to teach her. Loren himself I think he is a competent professor.
"Do you have to demonstrate this way?"
Hermione looked down at her left and right arms and abdomen. Every inch was covered with dust, and her whole body was covered with a layer of dust, including her mouth. There is a foreign body sensation in my nostrils.
"Flamel taught me the same thing yesterday, and I benefited a lot!"
"Bah..."
Hermione wiped her face, expressionless, "You too Got jumped?"
"My flying magic has improved a bit"
"So?"
"So I escaped."
"..."
Hermione took a deep breath and said one word at a time: "Good night, Professor Morgan, see you tomorrow!"
Loren watched her virtual figure disappear, silently exited the book of fantasy and returned to the four-poster bed, pulling the thick and warm quilt to cover his stomach.
The one being beaten is the Loren Morgan of tomorrow. What does it have to do with him now?
Close your eyes and sleep peacefully.
...
Saturday, cloudy.
It is a good weather for dueling practice.
Harry felt that this week was quite pleasant. Except for his ear cramps and pain for a day, everything else went well. There was no subject he failed in his homework. Even Potions was E (exceeded expectations). The day before yesterday We also went to the Quidditch pitch to see the maze route and listened to Bagman explain the specifications of the third project.
For an underage warrior who was threatened by death from the Goblet of Fire, this made him feel safe and not in danger of his life.
However, you still have to participate in the duel practice. It is not like boring ink homework. Fighting is quite interesting.
Except for Loren and Hermione, he enjoyed beating everyone else. As a fourth-year student, he was able to defeat Graves, who was three years older than him and taller than him. This made Ha, who was underestimated at first, It makes you feel good.
So he got up early and prepared to go to the last classroom to practice the disarming spell.
"Hermione, good morning!"
Walking down the stairs of the common room, Harry happily greeted the little witch who was sitting on the sofa writing notes. Miss Know-it-all was indeed Miss Know-it-all, and she had learned new knowledge in the morning.
"Good morning." Hermione raised her head, with a cold expression on her delicate little face, "Is Loren not up yet?"
Harry felt an inexplicable chill and was stunned for a moment. Said: "Not yet, do you want me to help you go up and call him?"
"No need."
"Okay Hermione, goodbye Hermione."
Harry sensibly didn't ask any more questions, walked out of the lounge quickly, had breakfast and went to the abandoned classroom to practice spells.
Not long after, Ron, Graves and Butt also arrived, greeted each other, and practiced next to each other. Although the two men in Ilvermorny always peeked at his disarming spell, Harry didn't mind, they were already friends.
After Ron finished three sets of fifteen repel spells, he stopped to review the timing of breathing when casting spells, and turned the wand between his fingers: "As for Loren and Hermione, generally speaking, they should be better than me. Earlier?"
"I don't know either."
Harry's disarming spell hit the wall with a dull sound.
It wasn't until 9:30 in the morning, half an hour before the time appointed by Professor McGonagall, that the two finally arrived.
Hermione walked into the classroom humming a pleasant tune. Behind her, Loren's hair was slightly wet, and her body seemed to still have moisture on it. It looked like she had just taken a shower.
Harry blinked, Loren was a little strange, why do you need to take a shower in the morning?
(End of this chapter)