Chapter 490 Professor Morgan

The night is getting darker, the moon is gradually rising, and the forest in mid-spring is already a little lively. The chirping of insects and birds that come out at night and day passes through the cracks in the window and floats into the ears, but it has 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's problems begin?

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 Triwizard Tournament and Crouch arrived at Hogwarts...

Since Professor Moody is disguised as Barty Crouch Jr., it is impossible for him to remain calm and rational in the face of his real father. Just mentioning it slightly this afternoon caused violent mood swings, not to mention that he was still talking to Crouch. Qi had a lot of fun chatting with each other on many occasions.

In addition, Professor Snape also reminded him that there was something wrong with Crouch.

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 indeed the Little Hangleton Cemetery, then he is most likely to be pretending to be Voldemort himself or manipulating it.

The three conditions required for Voldemort's resurrection are that 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...

Judging from the long 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 Eater community is 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. Some people are gradually frightened by the increasingly obvious mark of the Dark Lord. He is restless and planning to escape far away, like Karkaroff.

As long as Voldemort is resurrected and summoned, these people will basically succumb to fear and become Voldemort's slaves.

The forces on the positive side are also in disarray. The Ministry of Magic of various countries has different ideas. A large number of officials headed by Cornelius Fudge occupy their positions and do nothing. They only pursue their own interests and power, and have basically no ability to resist the Death Eaters.

Fortunately, the main advantage in combat power was huge. Dumbledore had already noticed 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 speculated that Dumbledore was more inclined to the latter option. This old principal who was more than a hundred years old had an unusually high sense of responsibility. He would not allow the unkillable ghost of the Dark Lord to remain after his death. Wandering in the sky above the magical world, he is resurrected every ten years and triggers riots to purge mixed-blood wizards.

He has collected three Horcruxes: the Crown, the Gold 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 living Horcrux that replaced Nagini are left.

"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..."

His right hand reached under the pillow, and 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: "Ever 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."

Flamel had a weird expression: "You don't think that you can beat your professors just by relying on magic power, do you?"

"Do I look stupid?" Loren rolled 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. Increase Difficulty is not a bad thing. What do you think, Flamel?"

"Hard-working children always deserve encouragement." Flamel nodded slightly, the smile on his face faded, and a silver soft light flowed along his body, spreading like ripples throughout his body.

A few seconds later, the light faded, and a cold-faced Professor McGonagall appeared on the spot. He was wearing a simple and solemn bun and a black magic robe. There was a pair of bright eyes on his slightly old face, exuding strong oppression. .

Before she could stand still, Loren waved his wand suddenly and shouted in a deep voice: "Expelliarmus"

The wand trembled slightly, and a hazy and brilliant red color surged from the rod. The red light surged at an incredible speed, surging like water and gathering at the tip of the wand, turning into a dazzling, brilliant and crystal red light beam, bursting out.

Flamel, who looked like a professor, said "Huh" lightly, with an interesting light flashing in his eyes. He pinched the wand in the middle of his index finger, turned his wrist, and the abandoned tables and chairs on both sides of the classroom suddenly flew over.

The wooden tables and chairs quickly turned into two stone mountains during the flight. Under the bombardment of the disarming spell, they turned into hundreds of small pieces of gravel, falling down, mixed with gray stone powder.

Professor McGonagall stood in mid-air, twisting her wand. She smiled and said, "A duel doesn't just rely on magic power. Especially in the field of transformation, wisdom can often make a little magic power play a hundred or a thousand times the effect."

Loren was also a little absent-minded. This was the first time he used all his strength to release the disarming spell. Judging from the thickness of the beam, the abundance and strength of the magic power were several times thicker than Harry's disarming spell.

But even with a spell of this strength, 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 spell."

A ray of crystal blue light flashed in Loren's eyes, and the wand in his hand flipped. Hundreds of insubstantial transformation magic powers fell on the gravel on the floor, transparent water waves rose, and the gravel quickly began to stretch and become slender, and the surface surface showed layers of diamond-shaped scales. Hundreds of venomous snakes crawled and twisted, and the hissing sound of tongue sticking out was endless.

At the same time, he kept activating various spells.

The venomous snake moved forward quickly, and the surface of its fangs shone with crystal water. The spell beam flew, and it seemed like a group of snakes attacking.

"Professor McGonagall" moved back a few feet away lightly with her hem flipping, and most of the spells failed. Then she threw out a transformation spell, and the stone powder under her feet was like a wave of water beating and flipping forward.

The stone waves became bigger and bigger during the surging process, and they crushed the thin snakes in front of them, and finally turned into stone powder. The stone powder was swept into the stone waves and became a helper for "Professor McGonagall".

Everything happened in just a few seconds. "Professor McGonagall"'s transformation spell was so exquisite that Loren could hardly see what was happening, and the surging stone waves were already in front of him.

"【Shattered into pieces】"

Loren hurriedly threw out a powerful spell, but it only caused a muffled sound when it fell into the stone waves, which was slightly blocked for a moment, and then the stone waves surged forward again.

He could only cast flying magic and quickly retreated outside the range of the stone wave, taking a breath and trying to figure out what had just happened.

The stone wave looked like a whole, but it was actually composed of countless gravels and stone powder. The spell could only destroy part of the gravel, but not the whole.

Looking back, the gravel wave had hit the wall at the end of the classroom and suddenly shattered, leaving only a thick layer of stones and stone powder.

Seeing this scene, Loren narrowed his eyes slightly and fell into deep thought.

His Transfiguration was not as good as "Professor McGonagall", so he could not use the fine powder in a hurry, but the amount of powder was greater, and the combination was more powerful.

In addition, his use of Transfiguration was just to transform into an animal to attack, and he subconsciously chose the snakes that he was most familiar with, but the slowest, and could not 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 in the same place and laughed softly,

"However, the most important point you haven't realized is that I am creating more stone powder during the battle to create an environment that is favorable to me. In ancient Eastern philosophy, victory requires the use of weather, terrain, and finally personal strength."

Loren's eyes twitched twice. Is this what this sentence means?

Flamel paused and continued: "As I said at the beginning, fighting is not just a competition of magic power."

Loren was not disappointed, and glanced at him with a normal look: "What if my magic power is enough to support the use of fierce fire?"

Flamel was stunned for a moment, and his proud expression froze in place.

...

The next day, the duel classroom

"In the field of transformation, wisdom can often make a little magic power play a hundred or a thousand times the effect."

When tutoring astronomy, Loren made an appointment to practice with the little witch. He kept his word and said profoundly when he saw the little witch being covered with stone powder.

The knowledge he learned yesterday was passed on to the little witch in a blink of an eye. Although the gravel wave could not reach the level demonstrated by "Professor McGonagall", it was enough for her to teach. Loren considered himself a competent professor.

"Do you have to demonstrate it this way?"

Hermione looked down at her arms and abdomen. Every inch was covered with dust. The whole person was covered with a layer of dust, and there was a foreign body feeling in her mouth and nostrils.

"Flamer taught me the same thing yesterday, and I benefited a lot from it!"

"Pfft..."

Hermione wiped her face, expressionless, "You were also hit by someone?"

"My flying magic has improved a little."

"So?"

"So I dodged it."

"..."

Hermione took a deep breath and said word by word: "Good night, Professor Morgan, see you tomorrow!"

Loren watched her virtual figure disappear from the spot, quietly exited the fantasy book and returned to the four-poster bed, pulling over the thick and warm quilt to cover her stomach.

The one being beaten is the Loren Morgan of tomorrow. What does that have to do with him now?

Close your eyes and sleep peacefully.

…

Saturday, cloudy.

It's good weather for dueling practice.

Harry felt that this week was quite enjoyable. Except for his ear cramps and pain for a day, everything else went well. He did not fail in any subjects in his homework, even Potions got an E (exceeded expectations), and he went to the Quidditch pitch the day before yesterday. After seeing the maze route clearly, Bagman explained the specifications of the third project.

For an underage warrior who was threatened with 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's 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 Harry, who was underestimated at the beginning, feel happy.

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 said, "Not yet. Do you want me to help you go up and call him?"

"No."

"Okay Hermione, bye Hermione."

Harry rationally didn't ask any 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 spells, 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 during spell casting, and turned the wand between his fingers: "Where are Loren and Hermione? Generally speaking, they should be earlier than me?"

"I don't know either."

Harry's disarming spell struck the wall, making 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 be filled with moisture. It looked like she had just taken a shower.

Harry blinked. Loren was a little strange. Why did he need to take a shower in the morning?