The days of hanging out at Hogwarts

After watching Professor McGonagall go out, Dumbledore sat quietly on his chair, feeling the silence of the office.

The portrait is sleeping, Fox is sleeping, and Nagini is sleeping. The show in this thousand-year-old castle has just ended, and they are gradually falling asleep. And he hasn't slept peacefully in many years, and this office has been deserted for 47 years.

Voldemort will be resurrected and must be resurrected. Harry's scar has already shown a lot of things. The current peace was bought by James and Lily. Their only child cannot be allowed to risk his life in exchange for peace.

When trouble comes, Hogwarts will be the safest refuge. It is true that external forces cannot get involved, be it the Ministry of Magic or the School Board.

Ten years have passed since the days of glory and stability, but in just ten years, some people have forgotten those days.

Why, why do those people have worse memories than an old man like him?

There is still a lot to do this semester, for the children, for a better tomorrow, and for the greater good.

It was time for Severus to push him, and it was time for Quirrell to get into character.

A cold light flashed through the crescent-shaped lenses, faintly revealing the waves of the old wizard's past century.

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Bidding farewell to Hermione, Loren, Harry and Ron crept into the dormitory.

Neville's snores echoed as usual, and the three people's agitated hearts calmed down amidst such reverberating snores.

Loren didn't enter the Book of Fantasy, he was thinking about what to do with the next magical suitcase.

Cooling, special materials...

Various thoughts accompanied by the sound of snoring brought Loren into a dream.

The next day, several people got up a little late.

The sky was still gloomy, and a heavy rain seemed to be brewing, but it would not fall. There is a little cool water vapor hidden in the air.

The little wizards on weekends have their own things to be busy with. They are busy catching up on homework, busy falling in love, and busy trying to throw big dung eggs into Professor Quirrell's scarf.

When Loren and others arrived at the restaurant for breakfast, there was no one on the table and there wasn't much food left.

But Hermione was still there, dressed as if she was going to class normally, and she didn't usually do her hair on weekends.

"Good morning, Hermione." Loren greeted and began to choose today's breakfast.

"Good morning." Hermione's voice was weak. The food was already on the plate in front of her, but she didn't move much.

When she was with Loren last night, she was happy that she didn't have to be fired. But later she went back to the dormitory to be alone, lying on the bed, her mind constantly reminding her that she had deceived Professor McGonagall and had to be punished today.

Hermione dreamed that Professor McGonagall said that she was very disappointed in her and that she was ashamed of Professor McGonagall's teachings.

Harry and Ron had already picked up the somewhat cold breakfast and ate it without any care. They had done a lot and walked a lot last night, and their bellies and stomachs were clamoring to swallow a whole cow.

There were only three or four slices of ham left on the whole plate, which were not enough to cover the bread slices. Loren looked around.

"Do you want some ham?" Loren put the plate of ham between him and Hermione.

Hermione felt Loren's care and felt a warm feeling in her heart. But she had no appetite and shook her head to indicate no need.

"Great, I don't have enough to eat." Loren exclaimed in surprise. He also grabbed the ham slices from Hermione's plate and spread them all over the bread slices.

"You!" Hermione was furious. She actually thought Loren was caring about her.

"Do you want a croissant?" Loren asked again holding two croissants.

It's this trick again, if you say you don't want it, he will take away your croissant.

Hermione didn't really want to eat it, but she didn't want Loren to succeed either.

"Yes!" the little witch said angrily.

"That's all for you." Loren neatly put the bread on the plate in front of Hermione.

The hard crust on the bread surface collided with the porcelain plate, making a crisp sound.

Hermione then realized that the croissant was hard and not tasty when it was cold, so Loren asked him if he wanted it.

"Loren!" Hermione was angry and funny, why could this person have so many thoughts about just breakfast.

Angrily, she snatched Loren's ham-covered sandwich, stuffed it directly into her mouth and bit it.

Biting into the sandwich, he poured all the croissants onto Loren's plate, "Huh, I'll give them all to you."

The little witch was biting something in her mouth and her speech was unclear. She said "eat" instead of "hum", which sounded a bit coquettish.

After teaching this cunning, teasing guy a lesson, Hermione found the sandwich in her mouth particularly delicious.

Loren had a croissant in each hand, banging it, and stared at Hermione and the sandwich on her mouth with aggrieved eyes.

Hermione thought the sandwich tasted even better, turned her head, and enjoyed her breakfast happily.

"Alas~" Loren sighed, what can he do if he encounters a bully?

He poured out a cup of hot milk and added a few spoonfuls of honey to it. The croissants are dipped in the sweet milk, and the aroma of wheat slides into the stomach along with the milk aroma, and I also enjoy breakfast.

After breakfast in chaos, the four of them slowly went up to the second floor, preparing to be tortured.

If it hadn't been for the sandwich just now, Hermione felt that her hands and feet would be cold and weak right now. But a full stomach is always acceptable and starts a day that may not be a good one.

"Guess how many points Professor McGonagall will deduct from us?" Ron said in amusement.

"Can I get all the points deducted on you if you guess correctly?" Loren was licking his teeth. He didn't seem to have rinsed his mouth thoroughly just now. It was all the croissant's fault.

Hermione saw Loren winking and slapped him on the arm to tell the man to stop.

Loren grinned, it was not just the croissant's fault, it was Hermione's fault as well.

"Is that okay? I also want to pin the points off on you." Harry looked at Ron, his eyes flashing, and he was very interested in Loren's proposal.

This time all four of them would deduct points together, which would definitely make Gryffindor fall to last place. Thinking of so many guilty looks, Harry felt that he couldn't bear it.

"Hey -" Ron was about to refute this extremely outrageous suggestion, but then remembered the letter. It does seem that he was responsible for this incident.

Resist if you want. Anyway, all the Weasleys are good at deducting points. It's just that some prefects are good at deducting points from others, and some Weasleys are good at deducting points from themselves.

Ron lowered his head guiltily, "Guess, guess. If you guess right, you can count on me."

"Twenty points each." Harry immediately guessed a number.

There is precedent for this. Someone was caught swimming at night and was charged 20 points.

"Thirty points for each person." Hermione whispered and guessed a number. Although this was not very friendly to Ron, if she could be less watched and discussed in the library, Ron would be a little aggrieved.

She felt that because they went out together at night, they should be deducted more points than usual.

The three of them turned their attention to Loren, wanting to know what he guessed.

"No more than 100 points." Loren smiled mysteriously and spit out the answer.

"Go to hell!" Ron ignored him and wanted to teach this shameless guy a lesson.

Of course it won't exceed 100 points. Everyone knows that it will definitely not exceed 100 points. Gryffindor's current score is only over 400. Will Professor McGonagall deduct it all at once?

Putting aside the solemn atmosphere at the beginning, a few people laughed and chased each other to Professor McGonagall's office on the second floor.

As the title says, you should have a good breakfast.