Chapter 327 Is This a Devil?

In the small pavilion at the other end of the trestle, some Gryffindor and Hufflepuff wizards were sitting together, sharing their snacks with each other, and crisp laughter could be heard from time to time.

"Professor, I still have something to ask about Boggart."

Loren and Lu Ping strolled along the trestle toward the pavilion, feeling a cool breeze blowing in front of them, bringing some comfort to the coldness.

"Oh, if I answer with all my heart, can it make next month's Wolfsbane potion taste better?" Lu Ping looked at the potion bottle in his hand and made a little joke with a smile.

"I'm afraid I can't do anything about this matter." Loren smiled, "But I will try my best to prevent you, Professor, from being drugged into the school infirmary again."

"That's enough for me to be grateful for." Lupine put the potion into his pocket, "Just ask, if I know the answer."

"Where did you buy the professor's Boggart? I noticed that you bought a lot of them at one time. Is there anyone who specializes in this business, or where is the birthplace of this kind of black magic item?" Loren asked.

This kind of strange existence usually has a special birth point, just like the dementors were born in Azkaban. Their origin was a powerful dark wizard who conducted unknown black magic experiments on the island, killing many lives. .

If the origin of the Boggart can be found, we may be able to trace the clues to the dark wizard who created the Boggart and uncover the mystery surrounding the Boggart.

There is also the "mysterious connection" he has with the Boggart.

"Birthplace..." Lupine thought for a while and shook his head, "Unlike ordinary dark magic creatures, Boggarts are unique, but they are not rare and have no fixed place of origin. They are always lurking. In sparsely populated places, such as abandoned castles, deep dark caves, and deep in deserted forests.”

"People don't specifically look for and hunt Boggarts. They often find them during expeditions or when cleaning out old things in old houses... They are found in dusty boxes under the decaying stairs... Catching them is very simple, and It has no unique use, so it can’t be sold at a high price.”

"There are indeed merchants on the black market who specialize in reselling dark magic creatures. They may not be considered merchants. As long as they have enough gold galleons, they will do anything. As long as the price is slightly raised, these "merchants" can procure Borg from everywhere. special. "

Loren combed through the information in Lupine's words, thought for a few seconds, and finally gave up the idea of ​​asking Professor Lupine to buy the Boggart for him.

He knows nothing about Boggarts now and has no feasible research ideas. He can only watch it after buying it.

Looking at the little wizard who was deep in thought, Lupine wondered why Loren was so curious about Boggarts, but he had no intention of exploring.

He looked up and said gently: "That's it. I have to go back to the castle to find Madam Pomfrey to prepare for drinking the poisoned wine."

Loren looked up and realized that they had arrived at the end of the bridge. A group of young wizards such as Harry and Ron were chatting around Neville. Hermione was sitting on the other side holding a big book in her hands, looking fascinated.

"Goodbye Professor."

"goodbye."

After bidding farewell to Lupin, Loren walked towards the pavilion, where not only Hermione and other Gryffindors were sitting, but also Hufflepuff's Hannah, Ernie and Justin.

As I got closer, I heard Neville stuttering to answer everyone's questions. He still seemed not used to the feeling of being watched:

"The exam is not difficult. If you work hard, you can get in... Me, I'm just lucky..."

"I don't know if I can succeed. Although Professor McGonagall is helping me make up lessons, but...but...there has been no heavy rain recently."

Looking at Hermione who was immersed in the book, Loren walked lightly and walked behind Hermione with a strange smile on his face.

…

In the pavilion outside the castle, the little wizards were chattering and discussing questions about Animagus. Occasionally, they would encounter questions that Neville couldn't answer. At this time, they would remember that there was a young wizard sitting in the pavilion. .

But Hermione's answer was too professional, and the little wizards who had not taken the teaching class could not understand it, so they were more willing to pester Neville.

Hermione was leaning against a pillar, holding a book in her hands, looking at the pages intently.

In late autumn, although it hadn't snowed yet, the weather was already getting cold. Hermione added a rose-red sweater to her magic robe. Underneath the robe were Madam Malkin's matching pure black trousers. The fabric was of good quality and ironed. It is flat, and the wrinkles squeezed out by the sitting posture appear neat and orderly.

It's clear and clear, like a quiet and elegant fairy in the forest.

The slight sound of wind rang in my ears.

There is also the aroma of oranges blown by the wind.

Hermione knew who it was without looking at her. They were aromatherapy wax tablets that she bought at the mall and specially picked for Loren. She also put them in Loren's suitcase before school started.

The man raised his hands, probably trying to scare her with a sudden tap on the shoulder.

Hermione suddenly turned her head and stared into his eyes, her face expressionless but very oppressive.

Loren was stunned for a moment when he was discovered, but he still smiled and put his hand on the girl's shoulder. As if nothing happened, he curiously looked at the book in her hand.

Hermione sighed softly, always feeling helpless when facing this person.

When he saw clearly that the book in his hand was "Transfiguration Today" that he had read before, he retracted his head and sat down boredly, Hermione asked softly: "How is the situation with Professor Lupin?"

Loren replied: "It's okay now, but I won't know tonight."

"?"

Hermione tilted her head in confusion.

…

In the end, Loren didn't know what happened to Professor Lupine who drank the bottle of wolfsbane potion. At least in Monday's Defense Against the Dark Arts class, Professor Lupine looked fine except for looking a little pale.

With expectations and longings for Halloween and many activities before and after Halloween, the little wizards always feel that the days pass very slowly, and each class seems extremely long. They imagine that it will be Halloween as soon as they wake up, and the sun and moon are just Take your time, rise and fall at your own pace.

It seemed like a long time passed, and it seemed like only a few seconds. In this long and short wait, the time came to October 29th, which is the day of the full moon and the last Friday before Halloween.

The weather was good or not. Although it didn't rain, there were large clouds in the sky, like large clusters of hydrangeas dyed in ink blue. The moon squeezed half of its body out of the clouds, and the moonlight flowed down lightly, flowing along the walls of the castle and into the courtyard, reflecting a faint, mottled white color.

There were many little wizards sitting in the courtyard, most of them with their necks raised and holding mandrake blades in their hands, waiting for the moon to completely emerge from the clouds.

In the Gryffindor Dean's office, the small study next to the corridor on the second floor, Professor Sprout stood by the window, looking at the little wizards in the courtyard with a helpless expression.

The fat witch Sprout closed the window and turned to look at Professor McGonagall who was calmly reviewing papers on the desk: "Minerva, are you really not going to guide them?"

"You're so worried, Pomona. Just put the mandrake in your mouth under the moonlight. No one will have any problems, even if many of them are students who have never taken a teaching class." Professor McGonagall Without raising his head, the quill rustled on the parchment.

"Yeah, of course you're not worried." Sprout came over and poured himself some pumpkin juice, complaining angrily, "They won't come to you if they fail, they'll just find ways to steal Mander from the greenhouse. Pull the grass blades!”

The professor of herbal medicine who was in charge of the greenhouse seemed to have a lot of resentment about this. She kept talking about it: "I emphasized this to the students at the beginning of the semester, but they went too far. Even members who were not in the teaching class were plucking the leaves. .

"You should really go to the greenhouse and take a look, Minerva. Several of the mandrakes that were stripped were so embarrassed that they didn't dare to see people. They shrank their entire bodies into the pit."

A slight smile appeared on Professor McGonagall's lips: "Sorry, Pomona, I didn't expect so many students to try the Animagus ritual."

Sprout picked up the tea cup and took a sip, then put it down gently: "Yes, yes, I can guess what these little guys are thinking. Let's hold the mandrake leaves in their mouths first. The rest of the ceremony will be done after they pass the exam. . It’s really hard to understand, Minerva, why are these little guys so confident?”

The same question also existed in Harry's mind. Harry, who was sitting on the armrest of the corridor, looked at the mandrake blades in his palms. They were cold. He asked in a low voice: "Ron, should we pass the exam and then go on?" Perform a ritual?”

Ron was currently having a heated discussion with Seamus, Justin and others, and couldn't spare the time to answer Harry's question, so he only waved at him to indicate that it was okay.

Harry sighed helplessly, he always felt unreliable.

"Have you been bitten by a bug again?"

An ethereal voice sounded, and Luna held Ginny's hand and walked from the side. The Rapunzel wore a pair of inappropriately large colored glasses, and her big eyes looked misty.

"Oh, good evening, Luna - and Ginny." Harry said, his eyes involuntarily falling on Ginny's long, flame-like red hair. In the dim night, such hair was particularly eye-catching.

"Is the Transfiguration exam difficult?" Luna asked in a light tone, as if she was singing.

"I don't know either." Harry scratched his head in embarrassment, "During the last exam, Ron and I didn't read the questions carefully. We didn't expect Professor McGonagall to teach Animagus."

"You can ask Loren and He—" Harry looked around, trying to find these two top students in the corner of the courtyard. He looked around, but found nothing.

"They're not here." Ginny's eyes showed envy, "They're probably dating somewhere."

"Probably, they always stick together." Harry nodded, noticing that Ginny and Luna were looking at him in a strange way that he couldn't explain, and they twisted their necks uncomfortably.

Ginny asked, "When did they start dating? First year?"

"I don't know. When I first saw Loren and Hermione on the Hogwarts Express, they were staying together..." Harry recalled, "But it shouldn't have been that time. They had just started school. They weren't very close for a few weeks..."

"How enviable, don't you think, Harry?"

Ginny looked at Harry with eyes brighter than the full moon, which made Harry feel flustered. Harry felt that Ginny had become different after coming to Hogwarts. Will be shy and hide.

And now...

"I, I don't know." Harry replied. Suddenly his eyes lit up, and he pointed in the direction of the hall as if he saw a savior. "Look, Loren and Hermione are back. If you have any questions, you can ask them!"

Hearing Harry's voice, many little wizards ran in that direction, and Harry was pulled along by Ron.

Looking at their backs, Ginny gritted her teeth viciously.

…

Hermione and Loren walked side by side from the foyer to the courtyard: "Is it really okay to leave Professor Lupin alone there?"

"Don't worry, I think he'll be fine even if he stays in his office and transforms."

Hermione nodded her head slowly and asked doubtfully: "But why would the professor specifically ask you for a storage pendant that can keep warm?"

Thinking of the scene where Lupine in werewolf form was spinning his chicken legs, Loren pondered for a moment: "Well... maybe it's because of Crazy Friday."

"?"

At this moment, many familiar little wizards ran towards them. The first one was Seamus. He was holding a mandrake blade in his hand and asked breathlessly: "Loren, Hermione, Mandrake?" Do you need any preparations for Dracula? Please help us, Neville can’t tell on his own."

Dean, Justin and others followed behind, staring at them eagerly.

"What preparations?" Loren thought for a moment, licking the inner wall of his mouth with his tongue.

On the way back from the Shrieking Shack, he and Hermione had just spit out the mandrake they had been holding for a long time, and now they just felt relieved and relaxed.

He replied seriously, "Be mentally prepared."

"ah?"

"What's the meaning?"

The little wizards looked blank.

Loren explained: "Tomorrow is the activity week to go to Hogsmeade. If you start containing mandrake blades tonight, be prepared to lose the fun of activity week."

Seeing that some little wizards were still confused, Loren explained patiently, "This means that you can't taste the magic candies in Honeydukes Candy Shop, whether they are Pepper Naughty, Squeaky Ice Mouse, or exploding gunpowder-filled candies, Chuibao super bubble gum, sour lollipop, jumping toad ice mint..."

The little wizards opened their mouths in silence as they listened. Every time he mentioned another kind of candy, the light in the eyes of the little wizards dimmed a little, and they looked extremely pitiful with their helpless eyes.

"In addition," Loren paused, "Zorg's Joke Shop has also become unsafe, not to mention the crowded Mrs. Puddieffe's Teahouse and the Three Broomsticks..."

The demonic murmur finally stopped after Hermione pinched him. Looking at the dull-faced young wizards in front of him, Loren smacked his lips, as if he still had some unfinished thoughts.

"I think, otherwise, we should wait until we pass the Transfiguration exam before starting..." Justin of Hufflepuff said weakly.

The other little wizards didn't speak, but their eyes flashed with heartbeat.

Just after the light of hope rekindled in their eyes, Loren's faint voice sounded again: "It's December when the test results are out, and there's Christmas in December. A wonderful banquet is waiting for you, and delicious food." More……"

The full moon emerged from the clouds, the breeze blew through the courtyard, and the sounds of broken hearts were heard.

Ron's eyes flickered with the fire of struggle, Animagus, Hogsmeade, and Christmas delicacies kept swirling in his mind.

It was as if an evil ghost was whispering:

Young wizard~

Do you want an Animagus that will make you shine, or do you want a wonderful trip to Hogsmeade and Christmas?