Chapter 176 The Curse Club

"The basilisk is a living creature. The magic power in its body will be continuously regenerated and restored. In about a month, it will threaten the safety of students again."

Dumbledore bent down and touched Loren's forehead. He smiled so hard that his eyes shrank, leaving only a crack. "You have to pay for the Deluminator, so I have to leave the task of protecting the school to you."

Loren rolled his eyes: "Can I not want it?"

"As the Headmaster of Hogwarts, I must set an example for the students and do what I say."

Loren couldn't help but ask: "But the basilisk will be awakened soon. How can I test the vision of a thousand-year-old basilisk that wakes up next month and let it eat enough first?"

The last time Voldemort entered the Chamber of Secrets was just to confirm the situation and did not awaken the Basilisk. Both of them knew that since he opened the Chamber of Secrets again, he would definitely drive the Basilisk to cause trouble. After waking up, the basilisk will not lie down and let others manipulate it like it is now.

"Well, what you said makes sense." Dumbledore pretended to ponder, and then said rather roguely, "But I believe you can find a way."

Loren just wanted to curse.

The old principal with white beard smiled like a fox.

He could tell from last year that Loren was more mature than Harry and was not suitable for the kind of step-by-step detailed education method. Rather than letting Loren passively participate, it is better to present the plan directly in front of Loren so that he can take more initiative.

There were some alchemical considerations when Dumbledore gave the Deluminator to Loren. The "no comment" Nico left was not really "no comment", but Loren was not yet able to understand it. when.

The two restored the secret room to its original state and walked back along the way they came.

"Headmaster, how do you plan to test Harry with the basilisk and Voldemort?"

"Harry knows the Parseltongue, he'll be the first to notice the Basilisk, and the rest will take care of itself."

"How miserable Harry."

"He is destined to embark on a road full of thorns. The resistance not only comes from reality, but also from his heart. He must believe in himself, believe in his friends, and go on firmly."

"It sounds worse."

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Sunday morning, auditorium.

As a child who grew up in a family of dentists, Hermione was instilled in her from an early age the concept of regulating her diet and taking good care of her teeth. Before coming to Hogwarts, she had always eaten in a disciplined manner and chewed her food carefully.

This good habit changed after spending some time with Loren.

Although Coke is harmful to your teeth, it tastes good. Eating too much food will make your stomach bloated, but it will make you feel better.

I don't know since when, Hermione began to imitate Loren and enjoy the food without worrying about the impact. Hermione had to admit that although the man behaved badly at times, the food he made was delicious.

Just like now, Loren cut a few slices of bacon into pieces on the dinner plate with a knife and fork, sprinkled it into the steaming oatmeal, and added a few spoonfuls of stewed beans and stirred it well. The overflowing soup from the stewed beans adds an attractive color to the oatmeal. The meaty aroma of bacon and the salty aroma of beans come out along with the steam, making your mouth water.

Watching Laurent sighing at the table, she didn't even eat the delicious food. She just stirred it in circles with a spoon, letting it emit an alluring aroma.

Hermione felt that the salivary glands under her tongue were sore, and she just wanted to eat.

She also tried to make the same thing following Loren's steps, but it just wasn't as delicious as what he made. Maybe just like magic, cooking requires talent.

Hermione wiggled her nose as she sat next to Loren. Loren raised one eye and glanced at her, lowered his eyebrows and sighed weakly.

"What’s wrong with you?"

"fine."

"I hit you too hard yesterday and it hurt you?"

"No, I fell into Dumbledore's trap out of greed." Loren was very melancholy and handed the prepared porridge to Hermione, "You can eat it, I don't like salty porridge."

"oh."

Hermione was no longer worried when she heard Dumbledore's name. The two of them were mysterious and mysterious when they were in Hagrid's hut.

She took the spoon and tasted it. The meat cubes, bean paste and oatmeal were dancing in her mouth, and the salty aroma was tangy. She covered her mouth and couldn't help but ask: "It's so delicious, how can you not like salty porridge?"

Seeing her satisfied look, Loren felt a sense of joy in his heart. He no longer bothered about the basilisk. He pretended to be serious and said: "Salty porridge is heresy, sweet porridge is the most delicious!"

Hermione knew that this man was causing trouble again, so she grunted and ignored him, focusing on destroying the delicious food in the bowl.

Harry and Ron opposite were whispering about today's training.

After learning that Slytherin had all replaced broomsticks with the latest models, all the Quidditch players on the Gryffindor team felt a strong sense of urgency. From Wood to Angelina, even George and Fred all cheered up and increased their training intensity.

The posture of bending over and burying the head was whispering, but the voice could be heard from several seats nearby.

Ron's nose twisted into a ball, and he came up with an idea with excitement: "That Malfoy entered the team through the back door. He will definitely not be able to stop you. As long as you catch the Golden Snitch before the score gap widens, we can win." ."

Speaking of excitement, he slapped the table and said louder: "When the time comes, I must ride a broom and spin around on Marcus' head!"

Harry thought seriously about the feasibility of this plan. He was able to walk Malfoy's limbs after taking flying lessons for the first time. Although he didn't say it, he still thought he was better than Malfoy.

He said modestly: "I have trained for one more year than Malfoy, and I will definitely be able to catch the Golden Snitch before him, but how do I find the Golden Snitch as quickly as possible..."

When they were chatting enthusiastically, they heard a voice.

"Potter, Weasley," Professor McGonagall walked towards them with a stern face, "You two stay in solitary confinement at night. This is your punishment for hurting the Whomping Willow!"

Harry and Ron shrugged their shoulders. They thought Professor McGonagall would forget about it because she was busy with work, but now they remembered it.

Ron was then assigned to help Filch manually wipe the silverware in the trophy room, and Harry was to help Professor Lockhart answer letters.

Ron's scalp was numb. There was a room full of at least hundreds of trophies that he had to manually wipe over one by one. He couldn't use magic, and his hands would be so tired that he couldn't even lift the quill.

Harry's scalp became more numb, and his whole body was numb.

"Professor!" Ron begged, "Can it be next week? Today the Quidditch team has to practice new tactics."

Professor McGonagall hesitated when she heard about Quidditch. Gryffindor had not won the championship for many years, and she had been laughed at by Snape for many years. Even though Gryffindor won the Academy Cup last year, she still couldn't hold her head high when facing Snape.

Seeing that there was hope, Ron was secretly happy and said in a more plaintive tone: "Please, Professor, the entire Slytherin team has changed to Nimbus 2001 this year. Harry and the others need more time to practice."

After some tough talk, Professor McGonagall reluctantly agreed to the request to postpone the confinement: "Then your confinement will start on Saturday night next week, and it will not be extended this time."

…

In the following week, the school's professors were busy organizing their own clubs. The club's recruitment process, the review criteria for joining the club, how to separate the activities of senior and junior students, and the selection of the person in charge...

The restart of various subject clubs has brought about a series of events that have made professors dizzy.

The first-mover advantage of the Charms Club was reflected at this time. Professor Flitwick has always maintained the senior branch of the Charms Club. This expansion only requires the creation of a new junior club branch.

The announcement of the recruitment for the lower division of the Charms Club was quickly posted on the bulletin boards in the common rooms of each college.

The little wizards all learned about the Charms Club and that Professor Flitwick was giving his first public event on Wednesday afternoon this week, which every little wizard could attend.

That afternoon, the second-year Gryffindors had a History of Magic class. Professor Binns had just announced that the get out of class was over, and in the blink of an eye, the classroom became empty, with not a single little wizard left.

In order to grab a good seat, Seamus and Dean led a group of young wizards to the classroom where the club activities were held, almost throwing off their shoes.

"Run fast, I heard that all the little wizards below the third grade will join in the fun!" Seamus shouted happily.

Loren wondered if he was actively participating in club activities, or if he was simply excited by the crowds. But it doesn't matter, he is also excited and wants to follow the crowd and run rampant in the corridor without restraint. Even the upperclassmen have to avoid them, which feels great.

Just as Loren was about to follow, Hermione grabbed his sleeve.

Loren turned his head and asked with an excited smile on his face: "Don't you also want to join the Magic Club? Come and run together, don't worry about me, you will definitely get the front row."

Hermione shook her head, approached him and whispered, "I asked Parvati's sister, Padma, to leave a place for us."

After Loren and Hermione refused to become Head of Students, Professor Flitwick found another outstanding second-year Ravenclaw student - Padma Patil. Padma is Hermione's roommate and Parvati's twin sister.

Loren smacked his lips with regret, he quite wanted to sprint along.

It was still the classroom that Lockhart used last time. There was still a four-sided table in the middle of the classroom, and the little wizards were sitting around the table.

They rushed to the classroom, and there was only the space left for the two of them in the front row by Padma. Although the classroom was enlarged by Professor Flitwick's magic spell, and no matter how many students there were, they could still sit down, but the look and feel of the front row and the back row were definitely different.

"Thank you Padma, otherwise we would have to sit in the back." Hermione held Padma's hand and thanked her repeatedly.

Padma shook Hermione's hand and smiled at her and Loren: "You're welcome. I should be the one thanking you. Professor Flitwick told me that this person in charge was originally yours."

Before leaving, she winked at Loren and smiled charmingly. Then Hermione thanked her less.

The little wizard next to him must also be from Ravenclaw. They were whispering about the internal affairs of Ravenclaw Academy.

"Have you heard? Marietta Exmo is very dissatisfied with Padma. She thinks she should be the one in charge."

"Why, because she is the daughter of Mrs. Acmore of the Magical Transportation Department and Floo Network Authority?"

"Hey, you're right, who is spoiling her?"

Loren and Hermione sat upright, looking at each other, pretending not to hear the furniture from the college next door.

"I didn't expect something like this to happen in Ravenclaw Academy." A familiar voice sounded in their ears.

The two turned around and exclaimed in unison: "You are here too!"

Harry and Ron, Seamus and Dean, and even Neville were there. They laughed and said, "We ran fast and got the front row."

"I wonder what spells Professor Flitwick will demonstrate, I'm really looking forward to it," Seamus said.

Dean said excitedly: "No matter what the spell is, it must be amazing. Professor Flitwick was a dueling master when he was young."

"I want to learn how to explode!"

"Me too, me too!"

Wherever there is Seamus and Dean, there is never a shortage of chatter.

Harry and Ron around them, and Loren and Hermione in the front row all showed expectant expressions. The curses brought by Flitwick, Professor of Charms and Master of Dueling, will definitely not disappoint them.

In the classroom, students from third grade and below came one after another. Even several professors came to observe. Unlike the professional club that Lockhart was joking about, the Charms Club was a serious subject club, and Professor Flitwick was the most experienced, so several professors wanted to come and learn.

As the bell rang on time, the lights in the classroom suddenly went out, and the sudden darkness made the little wizard sit in a whisper.

Soon, milky white light groups lit up on the podium, floating lightly around the classroom, floating under the ceiling, and lighting up the entire classroom again.

"It's the lighting spell!" Seamus suppressed his excitement and said softly but forcefully.

Ordinary lighting spells only have a ball of light at the tip of the spell, but the lighting spells in front of you are not only numerous, but can also float around without the wand, which shows Professor Flitwick's extraordinary attainments in magic.

Immediately afterwards, a stone embedded in the ground on the podium jumped out, and the huge stone bounced on the podium, making a violent roar.

The little wizard exclaimed in surprise.

Dean said: "Oh! The stones are dancing, which is somewhat similar to our test questions last year."

The dancing stone stopped, twisted itself into a twist, its body was elongated, and the flat surface at the top was stretched high, like a strangely shaped bar stool.

"Transfiguration? Professor Flitwick doesn't seem to be very good at transfiguration." Seamus blinked, a little confused.

Hermione refuted: "It's not transfiguration, it's a charm. Miranda Gorshak said that a charm is to add specific properties to an object and make the object do something, not what the object becomes. The latter is Transfiguration.”

There was a noise from the back of the classroom. It turned out to be Professor Flitwick flying up from behind and slowly flying to the stone stool.

Professor Flitwick stood firm and smiled brightly at the young wizards: "My dear students, and dear professors of Hogwarts, welcome to the first public event of the Charms Club! Filius ·Flitwick would like to express his sincere thanks to everyone!"

The sound was loud and clear, like the sound of a bell.