The days of hanging out at Hogwarts

Chapter 1 Loren Morgan

November 1981, Hampshire, England.

On the bustling streets of the city, vendors gradually spread out and looked expectantly at every pedestrian passing by, especially those who had just come out of the cinema next door. They bought some snacks such as puffs on the way home, and brought a headband for their children. Small items are a normal thing.

Near the end of the street, the Morgan family of three were still reflecting on this happy day.

"It's a perfect day, Mrs. Morgan. Maybe I can invite you to spend the next weekend with me." The man walking on the left holding the child is probably in his twenties. He is handsome and has an unstoppable smile on his face when he speaks. smile.

"Well, Mr. Morgan, that's a good suggestion, but I have to think about it carefully." The beautiful woman next to her stuffed the last cream puff into her mouth and swallowed it. She reached out to the man with both hands at the same time, grabbing the man's sleeve while he wasn't paying attention. Rub it lightly on it a few times.

The two looked at each other and laughed.

Loren, who was lying in the man's arms, was speechless. Similar scenes had been played repeatedly in the year since he came to this world. It was so boring that it was unbearable.

He hummed with lactose in his mouth, changed into a comfortable position, and planned to continue sleeping. Even though he had the soul of an adult, this body was just that of a 1-year-old child.

The happy scene didn't last long.

"Peter! You have to pay for your actions!"

The roar came from behind the young couple, making people's ears hurt, and the sound was filled with overwhelming anger.

A short, fat figure in a gray suit sprang out quickly, passed the young couple, turned around the corner and disappeared.

Turning around, he saw a tall and thin man with a messy beard and hair, and blood-red eyes, staring straight ahead, holding a slender wooden stick in his hand. He was the one who made the roar just now.

The young couple on the roadside were a little at a loss. They looked at each other and took a few steps away in tacit agreement.

Loren suddenly felt a strong sense of uneasiness and panic. Goosebumps spread from the back of his neck to his scalp, and his heartbeat was so fast that he could hear it.

"Run!" he babbled.

boom!

A strong shock wave erupted from the street corner, blowing up the surrounding houses, splashing mud and rocks, the masonry on the floor was lifted, and the sewer opening was exposed, it was like an earthquake.

For a moment, little Loren only saw his father protecting him and his mother. His mother hid him under her body, and her sky blue skirt blocked his sight.

Loren's eyes glowed with blue light, spreading from the pupils, covering the originally black eyes.

Sirius looked sideways, a little surprised that such a young child had a magical riot, but it didn't matter, damn Peter...

The warm viscosity seeped into Loren's clothes, and he fainted.

…

"This is so cruel, Crouch. This damn Death Eater almost blew up an entire street and killed twelve Muggles and Peter Pettigrew. He even had only one finger left." Cornelius Fudge in a striped suit looked at the scene and said, with fear still in his eyes.

When he arrived, Sirius Black was standing in the infernal scene, letting out an odd laugh.

Standing next to him was Barty Crouch. Something big happened yesterday, and they hadn't slept a wink all night. Even so, he still wore a straight tie and his hair was neatly combed.

These damn Death Eaters must go to Azkaban and give him a dementor's kiss, he thought silently in his mind.

"According to the regulations of the "Secrecy Act", communicate with the Muggle government to provide some compensation to the deceased..." He came back to his senses and calmly arranged the orders one by one.

The surrounding Aurors were happily clearing the Muggles' memories in an orderly manner.

Voldemort had fallen and everything would be fine, they thought.

…

June 1985, Sir Hillier Children's Home, Hampshire.

Five-year-old Loren Morgan helps Sister Joyce sort through donated clothing. Here, older children can help with less strenuous chores, knowing that well-behaved people are more likely to be adopted.

"Sister Joyce, when will Mr. Bumble come back?" Loren missed Mr. Bumble a little, the person in charge of the canteen who gave him some food from time to time. After he left, Loren felt dizzy from time to time. He guessed it was anemia caused by malnutrition.

Upon hearing this disgusting name, Joyce's expression froze, and then she comforted her softly: "Mr. Bumble has gone away, and he probably won't come back to work in our orphanage in the future."

Loren was a little regretful that the free food source was gone.

"Can we not eat potatoes tonight?" Loren felt that he had not eaten as many potatoes in his previous life of more than 20 years as he had eaten in the past few years.

"Well, maybe we can cook potatoes in a different way. Do you have any suggestions?" Joyce knew that the food in the orphanage was barely enough, and more money had to be spent on coal and clothing for the winter.

Little Loren sighed, frowned, and did not answer.

Joyce looked at the little person in front of her, with her eyelids twitching out of her crystal blue eyes. She was as sad as an adult and found it funny.

"People from the church and government are here today and are talking to Ms. Maggie. Maybe we will have new food." Joyce said with relief, or maybe it was to deal with the incident last month, she was like this Thought.

Before he finished speaking, there was a knock on the door.

"Joyce, bring Loren out to hear the good news!" The voice of the lady at the door was also filled with joy.

The good news you can hear in the orphanage is to take the children with you. Such words made Joyce have some guesses. She immediately picked up Loren and ran out of the house.

"Ms. Maggie, what's the good news?" Joyce asked eagerly.

"Come with me," Ms. Maggie replied.

Ms. Maggie took the two of them to the living room. She is the director of this orphanage. She is forty years old this year, but she still walks neatly and with a graceful look.

There were two people sitting in the living room. One was wearing a white monk's robe and the other was wearing a single-breasted black coat. He stood up immediately when he saw the three of them.

Ms. Maggie began to introduce: "This is Deacon Thorne from the church and Mr. Pino from the city hall."

Joyce was about to greet the two gentlemen when Pino spoke first: "Time is running out, let me introduce the situation. Last week when we were sorting out household registration information, we discovered that Loren Morgan's mother still has an uncle who is still alive. We I called and asked, and he said he was willing to raise Loren."

Thorne added: "Go through the formalities as soon as possible. We will escort little Loren tomorrow morning and we can come back before the end of the month."

"Great!" Joyce hugged little Loren in surprise. God finally saw this suffering child.

Loren was a little overwhelmed. When he opened his eyes, he was already in this orphanage. When he was a little older, Ms. Maggie told him that his parents died in a car accident. Loren had a vague feeling that this was not the case, but he could not recall the memory before the orphanage.

His memories in this world revolve around this orphanage, the gentle Sister Joyce, the stern but kind Ms. Maggie, and Mr. Bumble who always gave him food, although he left the orphanage last month .

When he suddenly learned that he was about to leave, he felt a little panicked.

Ms. Maggie asked Joyce and Loren to go back and pack some things to take away. She accompanied Mr. Pino and Deacon Thorne to handle the documents.

The next morning, at the entrance of the orphanage.

Joyce stood outside the car, looking at little Loren in the back seat of the car, her eyes full of reluctance. She liked this smart little naughty man. He handed him a small bundle wrapped in white cloth, containing some clothes and small items.

"Come back and see me when you grow up, Loren." She kissed Loren's forehead.

Loren's cheeks felt a little hot and he nodded.

"Cheer up, kid! We have to get going!" Mr. Pino, the co-pilot, sounded a little happy.

The light blue Ford Anglia gradually accelerated into the distance.

Watching the black spots gradually disappear from her field of vision, Joyce couldn't help but ask: "Did Loren really go to his relative's house?"

"I don't know, Joyce, this is the result of the above-mentioned handling. Little Loren will be properly arranged, and Bumble will also be punished by the Lord." Ms. Maggie replied with some helplessness.

"Bumble deserves to be punished!" Joyce still feels sick when she thinks of that man...