Chapter 323 Flamel: Or You Can Set Fire to It

"The library in the dream?"

Loren's expression became subtle. He thought about it and said meaningfully, "In my dream, there was not only a library, but also a potion room, a duel room, and an alchemy laboratory."

Hermione looked Loren up and down several times, paused for a moment, and said equally meaningfully: "I'm sorry, Loren, I misunderstood you before. I thought you were a lazy, unprogressive, bad student who wanted to sleep all day long. "

"..."

Loren was a hard-working person and could not tolerate such naked slander. He immediately gave her a blow with his small fist: "Personal attack! Be careful, I will report you!"

Hermione couldn't hold back her laughter, so she made a "chuck" sound, grabbed his fist and pressed it down: "I'm sorry, but let me tell you, you were the one who made the joke on me first."

"What a joke, I'm serious!"

"Yes, yes, seriously." Hermione took a deep breath and pursed her lips, "I am also serious. Let me tell you, I dreamed of a bright library without lights, where there are countless books... …”

Listening to Hermione describe the scene in her dream in detail, Loren became more and more certain that Hermione had entered the Book of Fantasy.

Recalling that when he had just activated the Book of Fantasy and activated Flamel, he once asked Flamel if he could bring others into the Book of Fantasy. At that time, Flamel gave a specious answer: " Loren, this is your dream, everything depends on you..."

Loren began to take stock of recent memories, trying to find out the triggering behavior that led Hermione to enter the Book of Fantasy. After thinking for a long time, he couldn't find the answer until he came outside the Divination Classroom in the North Tower.

"Do you think this is a magic in Hogwarts Castle, like the Room of Requirement, where smart little wizards can enter the library?" Hermione tilted her head and speculated excitedly.

"It's possible." Loren nodded, "So, is Miss Granger interested in being a guest in my dream?"

"What are you talking about?" Hermione was embarrassed. She thought this was Loren teasing her again, "Who wants to go into your dream..."

Loren chuckled and said, "It's not up to you."

"Don't dream about me!"

"..."

The two of them chatted and laughed as they entered the divination class teahouse, no, the divination class classroom.

The doors and windows in the room were closed, the curtains were drawn tightly, and the lampshades were covered with crimson curtains. The dim red light filled the entire classroom, and the fire in the fireplace was burning brightly, with a handful of copper placed on it. A large teapot was made, and a strong, nauseating smell of spices came out of the spout.

As soon as the other students in the class came in, they covered their noses, frowned, and slumped in their seats as if they were suffering, with sad expressions.

Except for Parvati and Lavender, they have great respect for Professor Trelawney. In the past few weeks, they have always liked to come to this tower classroom during lunch. No one knows that they chatted with Professor Trelawney. Something, there is always an unfathomable expression on his face when he returns.

Seeing that the two of them were talking to Professor Trelawney before the class started, Ron came over and complained: "Spare me, I don't know when I will encounter bad luck in their prophecies, but if they If you don't look at me like that, you can ask me to drop out of class."

Several people around smiled, because when Parvati and Lavender were talking in low voices, they would always look back at Ron with strange eyes, and Trelawny kept away from Parvati in the first class. Ron's prophecy.

Ron always felt that according to them, he would not live long.

Harry, the other one who was thought to be facing an ominous death, laughed extra loudly. He put his hand on Ron's shoulder: "Think clearly, what would you choose if you quit the divination class, ancient runes or arithmetic divination?"

"Oh, no, please spare me..." Ron lamented, "I have seen Hermione's homework. Those dense numbers and weird symbols must be full of curses, otherwise why would I get a headache just by looking at them."

"I think you are quite suitable for arithmetic divination." Loren smiled.

"forgive me."

…

Late at night, before going to bed, it started to rain again, and it knocked on the window clearly.

In the sound of rain at night, Loren huddled under the fluffy and soft quilt, holding the book of fantasy in his hand, looking at the icons on it, and he grinned.

As I said, it’s not up to you to dream or not.

Meeting directly in a dream would be a huge surprise to Hermione.

In the bright library of the Book of Fantasy, Flamel looked up from a modern opera theory book. He looked at Loren who came in strangely: "If you don't go to the duel room to practice Li Huo, what are you doing in the library?" oh--"

A look of understanding appeared on Flamel's face, and he advised solemnly, "I understand that as a beginner, you want to burn something. It is true that the library can be rebuilt instantly if it is burned down, but this kind of behavior Not worth promoting.”

Flamel paused for a moment: "Besides, I remember that you still can't seem to release powerful fire, and can only spit out some choking black smoke."

"What nonsense..." Loren waved his hand to interrupt his ramblings, "I'm here to wait for someone."

Flamel became interested: "Waiting for someone?"

Loren began to talk about what happened during the day: "Hermione told me..."

At the same time, in a girls' dormitory in Gryffindor,

Several little witches had just come out from washing their hair. Although they had dried their hair easily with magic, they were still accustomed to sitting together and chatting while combing each other's hair.

Parvati gently brushed away the small knots in Hermione's hair, tilted her head slightly, and said to Lavender: "Actually, Weasley looks pretty good, but compared to his friends, he is just...well... I'm not saying that Weasley is bad, it's just that Harry is so great, and-"

She drawled her tone, hugged Hermione's shoulders, shook her, and said with a joking smile: "And this is Loren Morgan!"

Hermione screamed, not sure if she was embarrassed or frightened, but she slapped Parvati angrily.

"I don't have time to think about Ron now..." Lavender sighed worriedly, "October 16th as predicted by Professor Trelawney is coming soon. I can't let go. I will dream about it when I sleep. Horrible things.”

Hermione and Parvati looked at her: "What were you dreaming about?"

"Many..." Lavender gestured and said timidly, "Dementors, Boggarts, Howling Banshees, Fire Dragons... and Basilisks."

"Don't worry, Lavender, even if these things attack Hogwarts together, Professor Dumbledore won't need to take action. Professor McGonagall and Professor Flitwick can deal with them," Hermione comforted.

"it seems to be like this."

Lavender felt a little relieved and finally had the mind to get involved in emotional issues. She glanced at Hermione quietly and asked in a low voice, "Hermione, you have a good relationship with them. Have you ever heard Ron say who you like?"

Hermione smiled with her aunt: "No, don't worry. And didn't you ask Professor Trelawney for divination?"

"I also think he must be mine!"

"..."

As the night progressed, the girls chatted about everything from the moon to clouds, from good-looking boys to Quidditch, from class to homework, and they never fell asleep.

…

In the book of fantasy, Flamel turned the last page, looked up at Loren, who had been waiting for a long time, and pondered for a moment: "How about you practice Li Huo?"