Professor Morgan

As night deepened and the moon rose higher, the forest in mid-spring began to stir with a few lively sounds. The chirping of nocturnal insects and birds drifted through the window cracks into the ears, carrying a sense of tranquility.

In the dormitory, you could hear your roommates' slow, rising and falling breathing, with Neville's breathing being the most noticeable.

The curtains of the four-poster bed fell softly. Loren, who had been tossing and turning in bed for most of the night, yawned. His mind was a jumble of thoughts, which were gradually being sorted out.

When did Crouch start having problems?

Loren lay flat on the mattress, a series of images and sounds flashing through his mind, starting from when he first saw Crouch at the Quidditch World Cup in Devon, gradually transitioning to when he abandoned Winky because of the Dark Mark, when he was still the real Crouch.

Until the Triwizard Tournament began, Crouch arrived at Hogwarts...

Since Professor Moody was Barty Jr. Crouch. in disguise, it was impossible for him to remain calm and rational in the face of his real father. Just mentioning it briefly this afternoon caused a violent emotional uproar, not to mention that he had gotten along very well with Crouch on several occasions.

In addition, Professor Snape had also warned him that Crouch was problematic.

At first, Loren only thought Crouch was controlled by the Imperius Curse, or that he was Lestrange in disguise, but now he had other guesses...

Voldemort concealed the mystery of his origins very well. He wouldn't even tell his most loyal servant the location of Little Hangleton, let alone that part of his bloodline, which he was so proud of, came from his Muggle father.

If Crouch's visit to the Graveyard he took today was indeed Little Hangleton Cemetery, then he was very likely in disguise by Voldemort, or was being manipulated by him.

The three conditions required for Voldemort's resurrection are: his father's remains have been exhumed, the servants' limbs are readily available, and now only the blood of his enemy Harry remains...

Judging from those distant memories in his mind, Crouch went to Little Hangleton not just to dig up graves, but also to make Portkey, all waiting for Harry to touch the Goblet of Fire.

When the Triwizard Tournament ends and the audience cheers, people will be surprised to find that Voldemort is the ultimate victor.

Loren tried to assess the current situation.

The Death Eater are currently in disarray. Most of Voldemort's loyal followers are still imprisoned in Azkaban, while the forces represented by Lucius Malfoy are still observing the situation. Some others, like Karkaroff, are gradually becoming uneasy due to the increasingly obvious Dark Mark on them and are planning to escape.

If Voldemort were to resurrect and summon them, these people would basically succumb to fear and become Voldemort's slaves.

The forces on the side of good are also disorganized. The various Ministry of Magic are not of one mind. A large number of officials, led by Cornelius Fudge, occupy their positions without doing their jobs, only seeking their own interests and power, and have basically no ability to resist the Death Eater.

Fortunately, the main fighting force had a huge advantage. Dumbledore had already noticed that Moody and Crouch were acting strangely. He might not know the specific ritual of Voldemort's resurrection, but he certainly knew what they were planning.

Loren frowned slightly; the situation became clear.

Either Dumbledore directly disrupted Voldemort's Resurrection Ritual, or Dumbledore was waiting for Voldemort to be fully resurrected before plotting to destroy him completely.

Based on the current situation, Loren speculates that Dumbledore more inclined to choose the latter option. This centenarian headmaster has an exceptionally strong sense of responsibility, and he will not allow an unkillable Dark Lord's ghost to roam the Wizarding World after his death, resurrecting every ten years or so to incite riots that purge Half-blood wizards.

He has collected three Horcrux: the Diadem, the Golden Cup, and the ring. The Diary has been destroyed. Now all that remains is the locket in Black family manor, Harry's lightning bolt scar, and the living Horcrux Horcrux will replace Nagini.

"The Second Wizarding War is inevitable..."

A thought flashed through Loren's mind. His gaze swept over the bed curtains, and he murmured softly, "So the most important thing right now is to improve my strength..."

Loren reached under his pillow with his right hand and gently touched the wand icon on the book with his index finger. A silver light flashed in Loren's eyes as his consciousness gradually sank into the Fantasy Book.

The Fantasy Book, Dueling Classroom.

"Have you thought this through?" Flamel frowned slightly. "Are you really going to have me simulate your Head of House's image for a duel practice?"

Loren nodded slightly. "Ever since I dreamt of a comet hitting Jupiter last summer, the Magic Power power within me has grown to an unbelievable level, far exceeding that of ordinary adult wizards, and I even feel that it has surpassed that of school professors."

Flamel's expression was strange. "You don't think you can beat your professors just by using Magic Power, do you?"

"Do I look stupid?" Loren rolled his eyes. "I was thinking that since Magic Power is no longer a weakness, what I lack is dueling experience and skills. Anyway, I won't get hurt in the Fantasy Book, so increasing the difficulty isn't a bad thing. What do you think, Flamel?"

"Hardworking children always deserve encouragement." Flamel nodded slightly, his smile fading, and a soft silver light flowed along his body, spreading like ripples.

A few seconds later, the light subsided, and Professor McGonagall, with a cold expression, appeared in the spot. She had her hair tied in an ancient and dignified bun, wore a black magic robe, and had a pair of bright eyes on her slightly aged face that exuded a powerful sense of oppression.

Before she could regain her footing, Loren swung his wand violently and shouted in a deep voice, "Expelliarmus!"

The wand trembled slightly, and a hazy, brilliant red light surged from its shaft. The red light expanded at an incredible speed, flowing and gathering at the tip of the wand like water, transforming into a dazzling, radiant red beam that shot out.

Professor Flamel let out a soft "Eh," a look of interest flashing in his eyes. He held his wand in the middle of his index finger, flicked his wrist, and the discarded desks and chairs on both sides of the classroom suddenly flew over.

The wooden tables and chairs rapidly transformed into two stone mountains during their flight, and under the bombardment of the Disarming Charm, they crumbled into hundreds and thousands of small pieces of stone, which fell in a flurry, mixed with grayish-white stone dust.

Professor McGonagall stood leisurely in mid-air, lightly twirling her wand. She chuckled softly, "Duel isn't just about Magic Power. Especially in the realm of Transfiguration, wisdom can often make a tiny bit of Magic Power work a hundred or a thousand times harder."

Loren was also somewhat dazed. This was the first time he had released the Disarming Charm with all his might. Judging from the thickness of the beam of light alone, the abundance and power of the Magic Power was several times greater than Harry's Disarming Charm.

But even with a spell of this strength, Flamel blocked it with just a Summoning Charm and a simple Transfiguration.

"Then I'll see how you deal with Transfiguration."

A glint of crystalline blue light flashed in Loren's eyes. He flicked his wand, and hundreds of intangible Transfiguration Magic Power landed on the pebbles on the floor. Transparent ripples appeared, and the pebbles quickly began to stretch and shrink, their surfaces revealing layers of diamond-shaped scales. Hundreds and thousands of venomous snakes crawled and twisted, their hissing and flicking tongues filling the air.

At the same time, he was constantly casting various spells.

The venomous snakes moved swiftly forward, their fangs gleaming with a crystalline sheen. Beams of magical energy shot forth, seemingly like a sudden attack by a swarm of snakes.

Professor McGonagall moved back a few feet with a graceful, unhurried motion, causing most of the spells to miss. Then she cast a Transfiguration, sending the stone dust beneath her feet tumbling forward like waves.

As the Stone Wave surged, they grew larger and thicker, crushing the thin snakes in their path until their skin was torn and their flesh was torn apart. Eventually, the stone dust was carried into the Stone Wave and became an aid to "Professor McGonagall".

Everything happened in just a few seconds. Professor McGonagall's Transfiguration was so skillful that Loren barely had time to see what was happening before the surging Stone Wave were already upon him.

"[Sectumsempra] "

Loren hastily unleashed a powerful spell, but it only produced a muffled thud upon hitting the Stone Wave, causing a brief momentary stagnation before the Stone Wave surged forward once more.

He could only use Flying Spell to quickly retreat outside the range of the Stone Wave, catching his breath while trying to figure out what had just happened.

The Stone Wave appears to be a single entity, but it is actually composed of countless fragments of stone and stone dust. The spell can only destroy some of the fragments, not the entire stone wave.

Looking back, the Gravel Wave had already crashed against the wall at the end of the classroom, suddenly shattering and leaving only a thick layer of pebbles and stone dust on the ground.

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

His Transfiguration were not as advanced as Professor McGonagall's, so he couldn't make use of fine powder in a hurry, but the powder was more numerous and combined to create a more powerful effect.

Furthermore, his use of Transfiguration was merely a rigid transformation into an animal to attack, and he subconsciously chose the snake, which he was most familiar with but which was the slowest and could not fly or jump...

"Judging from your expression, you already have a grasp of true Transfiguration." Ripples spread across Professor McGonagall's body; when the ripples subsided, Flamel reappeared, chuckling softly.

"However, the most important point you haven't realized is that during the battle I'm creating more stone dust to create an environment that's advantageous to me. Ancient Eastern philosophy dictates that victory requires utilizing the weather, utilizing the terrain, and only lastly, utilizing personal strength."

Loren's eye twitched twice. Was that what he meant?

Flamel paused for a moment, then continued, "As I said at the beginning, battles are not just about Magic Power."

Loren wasn't disappointed; he glanced at him calmly and said, "What if my Magic Power is enough to support the use of Fiendfyre to sweep it away?"

Flamel paused, his smug expression freezing on his face.

The next day, in the Dueling Classroom.

"In the field of Transfiguration, intelligence can often make a tiny bit of Magic Power work a hundred or a thousand times more."

Loren had promised to practice with the little Witch while he was taking Astronomy, and he kept his word. Looking at the little Witch's disheveled appearance, covered in stone dust, he said with a profound expression.

The knowledge he had just learned yesterday was immediately passed on to the little Witch. Although the Stone Waves technique was not yet up to the level demonstrated by Professor McGonagall, it was sufficient for her teaching. Loren considered himself a competent professor.

"Does it have to be demonstrated this way?"

Hermione looked down at her left and right arms and abdomen, every inch of which was covered in dust, her whole body was covered in a layer of dust, and her mouth and nostrils felt like they had foreign objects in them.

"Flamel taught me the same thing yesterday, and I benefited greatly from it!"

"Pooh..."

Hermione wiped her face, expressionless. "You got covered in it too?"

"My Flying Spell has improved a little."

"So?"

"So I avoided it."

"..."

Hermione took a deep breath and said, one word at a time, "Goodnight, Professor Morgan. See you tomorrow!"

Loren watched her virtual figure disappear from the spot, silently exited the Fantasy Book, returned to the four-poster bed, and pulled the thick, warm quilt over his belly.

What does it have to do with him now that he's the one getting beaten up tomorrow, Loren Morgan?

Close your eyes and sleep peacefully.

Saturday, cloudy.

It's perfect weather for dueling practice.

Harry felt the week had been quite pleasant. Apart from a day when his ear cramped and hurt, everything else went smoothly. He didn't fail any of his assignments, and even Potions Master was an E (exceeding expectations). The day before yesterday, he even went to the Quidditch Pitch to see the maze route and listened to Bagman explain the specifications of the Third Task.

For an underage Champion constantly threatened with death by the Goblet of Fire, this made him feel safe and secure, as if his life was not in danger.

However, I still have to participate in the dueling practice. Unlike the boring ink-writing exercises, fighting is quite fun.

Aside from Loren and Hermione, he enjoyed beating everyone else. As a fourth-year student, being able to defeat Gravis, who was three years older and taller than him, made Harry was initially underestimated, feel quite pleased.

So he got up early, intending to go to the classroom where he had practiced the Disarming Charm before.

Good morning, Hermione!

As Harry descended the stairs of the Common Room, he cheerfully greeted the little Witch who was sitting on the sofa taking notes. As expected of Miss Know-It-All Know- Miss Know-It-All, she had already learned something new that morning.

"Good morning." Hermione looked up, her delicate face expressionless. "Is Loren still not awake?"

Harry felt a chill run down his spine and paused for a moment before saying, "Not yet. Should I go up and call him for you?"

"No."

"Okay, Hermione, goodbye Hermione."

Harry wisely refrained from asking further questions, quickly left the common room, ate breakfast, and went to the Abandoned Classroom to practice spells.

Soon after, Ron, Gravis, and Bute arrived, greeted each other, and began practicing on their own. Although the two from Ilvermorny kept glancing at his Disarming Charm, Harry didn't mind; they were already friends.

After Ron finished casting three sets of fifteen Repelling Charm, he paused to review the timing of his breaths during the spellcasting, twirling his wand between his fingers. "What about Loren and Hermione? They should have been able to cast them earlier than me, right?"

"I don't know either."

Harry's Disarming Charm struck the wall with a dull thud.

At 9:30 a. m., half an hour before the time Professor McGonagall had agreed to meet, the two finally arrived.

Hermione walked into the classroom humming a cheerful tune. Behind her, Loren's hair was slightly damp, and he seemed to still have moisture on his body, clearly having just taken a shower.

Harry blinked. Loren was a little confused. Why take a bath in the morning?