Chapter 384 A Little Expert in Seeking Death

It was past twelve o'clock, and the candlelight in the common room was extinguished a little, so the little wizards moved out their own lighting equipment.

The blue bellflower flame exudes soft and warm light in the glass bottle, the unknown crystal ball reflects a magnificent bright moon, and even the sparkling coconut sorbet is hung up by the floating spell. The young wizards in the senior class are more unrestrained, with simple torches and books lit by graduates.

Later, there was a burst of exclamations. It was said that someone took out some dark magic lighting item, and the candlelight was lit only by the holder.

There are many lighting things, but the light distribution is very uneven. The common room is in a haze of light and shadow, with light and dark rotating, so everything shows a hazy beauty.

Some first-year wizards were very sleepy but were reluctant to go upstairs. They curled up on the sofa or in the corner and stared at the novel scene in front of them.

Inspired by a certain special atmosphere, the other little wizards lowered their voices, and George and Fred stopped telling jokes. Instead, they told horror stories, which scared the little witches and occasionally exclaimed. In fact, boys are also afraid, such as Lee Jordan, but his skin color is too dark, and others can't see his fear even if he has a sullen face.

Loren chewed the sticky nougat, stuffing several of them into his mouth. After they softened and became sticky, they were evenly distributed between the two rows of teeth. When he bit down, the teeth in his mouth were all stuck together, and he spent a lot of time. Prevent the nougat from dissolving into your stomach.

The whole process gave him a pleasant sense of accomplishment.

After swallowing the last lump of nougat near his wisdom teeth, Loren put his tongue against the sore gums, settled down, and leaned against Hermione to sip the pumpkin juice.

Too tired, take a rest.

Hermione looked at him helplessly, completely confused as to why he did this. The sound of grinding her teeth just now was so heartbreaking.

"This is not good for the development of teeth and may cause tooth decay."

"Uh...uh...uh...uh..."

Loren's mouth was too tired and he didn't want to bother speaking, so he just hummed in reply.

"Brushing your teeth on time can also lead to tooth decay..." Hermione moved back so that he could rest his head on her shoulder, "And this is not good for tooth development. Your wisdom teeth may grow crooked, and you will need to extract them by then. .”

"Well..." Loren stuffed a piece of nougat into her mouth.

Hermione's teeth were also stuck, so she simply didn't care about him. He was a wizard anyway, so extracting teeth was only a trivial matter.

Neville sat stupidly in his seat, and one could tell that he was deeply worried. Harry and Ron were talking about the Quidditch World Cup, and Seamus and Dean were muttering for a long time. No one knew what they were talking about. .

"I heard that Colin's younger brother will also enter school next year. He is old enough and has shown his talent for magic." Seamus's words aroused everyone's interest.

"Another Creevey?" Ron chuckled, "Great Harry, you have another fanatic fan! Come on, tell me how many autographed photos you took this school year, enough for him to compile a book. Album now!"

"Oh no!" Harry held his head, looking like he had a headache.

Loren suddenly stood up and said to him: "Harry, help me ask Colin where he bought his camera and what brand it is. I want to buy one too. By the way, there is also developing potion."

Harry subconsciously asked: "What did you buy it for?"

"Of course I'm taking pictures of landscapes. Should I take pictures of you, the famous Savior, the Boy-Who-Lived, the great Harry Potter?"

Harry whined and buried his head into the cushions in embarrassment.

The laughter and laughter continued until three or four in the morning. Most of the little wizards were very sleepy. The number of people in the common room began to gradually decrease, and the little wizards went upstairs to their dormitories one after another.

Before leaving, Loren stood up unsteadily, pretending to be extremely sleepy, and casually picked up a pile of cockroaches and stuffed it towards Hermione.

"Snapped!"

Hermione slapped his hand back and said angrily: "You've been feeding me sweets all night just to feed me a cockroach at this time?"

Loren chuckled twice and whispered: "Have a taste of what's wrong..."

As she spoke, Loren suddenly pounced, pecked her on the lips, turned around and ran upstairs.

When Hermione came back to her senses, the man had already walked away. Looking at his back disappearing around the corner upstairs, the girl curled her lips, probably laughing out of anger.

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Loren opened the door and returned to the dormitory. Several roommates were washing and changing into pajamas.

Ron's eyes were too sleepy to open. He kept groping for the closet door while changing clothes. He kept his eyes closed while walking. He only opened a crack to take a look when he bumped into the edge of the bed, and then continued to stumble. .

When Loren came back from washing up, his roommates were already in bed.

Ron murmured vaguely: "Harry, remember to wake me up tomorrow morning to do the Animagus ritual."

"I know..." Harry replied vaguely.

Loren dragged his feet towards the bed, leaned forward and fell on the bed. When he opened his eyes again, he was already in the bright library.

He slept too late and might feel dizzy when he woke up in the morning. Loren planned to use the Book of Fantasy to regain his energy.

There was no sign of Flamel. He might be in the boiler room. Loren found a chair and lay down, and his consciousness began to blur.

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Two hours later, Loren woke up in the Book of Fantasy. His head was not dizzy at all, he was full of energy and full of energy.

"ah……"

While stretching, Loren greeted the old man reading next to him: "Good morning, Flamel, when did you come here?"

"I forgot..." Flamel replied slowly, turning the pages of the art history book in his hand attentively.

Loren slipped out of the book of fantasy and took a look at the outside world. The sky was dark, with a faint tendency to turn to dark blue, but there was still some time before sunrise.

He couldn't fall back asleep anymore, and the quilt in summer was not as clingy as in winter. With nothing going on, Loren slipped back and started practicing magic again.

Ten minutes later, the bright library turned into a sea of ​​roiling flames. Thousands of violent flaming beasts ran rampantly among the bookshelves. The flames contained the magic power of destroying everything, and nothing was left along the way.

Loren floated above the sea of ​​​​fire, waving his wand like an orchestra conductor, manipulating the fire to transform into various animals, moving in the direction of his waving wand.

Flamel looked at the sea of ​​fire expressionlessly. He had been burned dozens of times and he was used to it.

Loren suddenly put away his wand and looked thoughtful: "Flamell, how long do you think the salamander can last in the fierce fire?"

"You don't plan to..."

Flamel slowly turned his head to look at Loren. He remembered that the little wizard completed the transformation of a salamander two months ago. With the special magical power of the salamander invented in the Book of Fantasy, this man can now transform into a fire lizard. Act until the magic power is exhausted.

Loren chuckled and threw away his wand, curled up in mid-air, turned into a salamander and fell downwards.

Waves of fire rolled, and the lizard suddenly turned into ashes.