During Transfiguration Class.
Hermione sat in the front row, listening attentively and taking meticulous notes.
Ron sat in the back. He caught a sentence or two now and then, but most of the time, no one knew where his thoughts had drifted off to.
Harry rested his head on the desk, pinching the red button pendant around his neck with his fingers and grinning like an idiot.
Loren couldn't focus on the lesson. Watching Harry smile foolishly, he felt as though his conscience were being tortured. It was unbearable.
Before this went any further—next week, next week he would really ask Snape for something that had belonged to Harry's mother. A photograph or anything would do.
"The more difficult the transformation, the greater the Magic Power required," Professor McGonagall said from the front of the classroom.
Hearing the words related to Magic Power, Ron perked up his ears.
After the troll incident, all of them had experienced varying degrees of growth in their Magic Power, making some basic spells much easier to cast. The practical portions of Transfiguration Class, Charms Class, and even Quirrell's Defense Against the Dark Arts had all become much easier.
Ron had originally thought that his Magic Power had increased the most and that he would become the strongest. But after some time had passed, the results were not what Ron had expected.
Loren sparred with Hermione on weekends and had a talent for correcting mistakes in spellcasting. He also sparred with Flamel in the Fantasy Book twice a week, improving rapidly until he could use basic spells proficiently.
Hermione had a solid grasp of theoretical knowledge and had taught herself quite a few spells. With Loren's guidance, she was stronger than many second year students.
Harry was simply gifted. He did not particularly enjoy reading,