The days of hanging out at Hogwarts

The sound of paper and pen meeting continued until noon. The sky outside the window became darker and the wind blew harder, reminding people that heavy rain was coming.

"Let's go, let's go have lunch." Loren put away his pen and stretched his body.

Hermione cleared the table slowly, put the homework written on a whole page of parchment into the textbook, and put it in her book bag.

She always carries many books with her. Loren heard her roommate Parvati Patil complain that when school first started, Hermione carried 20 books with her and had to memorize them all before changing them.

She was so scared that the girls in the same dormitory with her did not dare to approach her.

Loren looked at the bulging book bag and quietly advanced a plan in his heart.

Hermione was coming to the library in the afternoon, and her book bag was left in the library. Under the watchful eyes of Mrs. Pince, the two walked out of the library side by side and headed to the auditorium for lunch.

Dumbledore was at the guest table, eating lukewarmly. Harry and Ron were starving themselves, pouring bread, steak and broth into their stomachs.

Loren and Hermione sat down opposite them.

"Hiccup~" Harry let out a long and contented burp and said with a happy expression, "I feel like I just stuffed a cow into it."

Ron kept nodding in agreement, his cheeks puffed out and his mouth full of food.

"When did you get up?" Loren's eyes wandered around the food on the table, thinking about what he would take.

"Just now!" Harry said with inexplicable pride.

He noticed something different on Loren's face, "What's wrong with your eyebrows? What's that red spot?"

"I have to find a way to undo the poison that Snape gave me." Loren opened his mouth. The content of the "Book of Abraham" cannot be said, since it is all fabricated lies, and Snape is even more convincing.

Harry nodded and believed this statement. Snape was indeed not a good person.

On the other side, Loren, who had finished making up the lie, saw "Hot Mango Sauce Rice Pudding" on the dining table, his pupils were shaking, what kind of dark dish was this! ?

Warm mango sauce is poured on the rice, which is called "Hot Mango Sauce Rice Pudding". Sure enough, telling lies will lead to retribution. Loren felt sorry for himself in his heart and took a few big pieces of fried pork chops.

While Loren's grief and anger turned into a huge appetite, Harry was thinking about how to avoid him and discuss the scar with the other two.

Fortunately, he didn't waste much time. After Loren finished eating, he saw Dumbledore leaving from the side door and chased after him.

Harry said: "Hermione, I have something to tell you..."

"Headmaster Dumbledore!" Loren trotted to catch up with Dumbledore, who was walking slowly to eat.

"Loren, it's best not to exercise strenuously after meals. This is the secret to my longevity." Dumbledore smiled warmly and winked at Loren, "Besides, you look good today."

Loren ignored the topic and started talking about last night's experience, the mysterious man in the Forbidden Forest, and the centaur's horoscope predictions.

Even if I had already gone to the Unicorn Tribe in the morning to make amends. But upon hearing the death of the two unicorns, Dumbledore still had a sad look in his eyes.

After listening to Loren's words, he asked slowly: "I noticed that your friends are still trapped in a mystery. Why don't you help them?"

Oh boy, Loren's eyelids are twitching. I'll report the situation to you. You want me to lead someone to train with you.

He didn't answer the question, and the two of them passed the monster statue and took the spiral staircase to the principal's office on the eighth floor.

Loren sat down calmly, his movements were relaxed and relaxed, and Dumbledore's mood was lightened.

"Is Nagini awake?" Loren asked. Summer was here and hibernation should have ended long ago.

"She has been awake for more than a month. I left her to be taken care of by Professor Sputrow. She couldn't get used to staying in the office." Dumbledore said while pouring tea.

"What about the crown? Did you destroy it?" Loren held the cup in his hand.

As early as in the Albanian forest, he had talked about the room where Ravenclaw's diadem was hidden in the Room of Requirement, and he did not pay attention to the progress of Dumbledore's mission to destroy the Horcrux.

"Oh, actually, I don't know where the Room of Requirement you mentioned is?" Dumbledore leaned back in his chair and talked about the train. "I only found a room full of exquisite things when I wanted to go to the toilet once. Chamber pot room.”

Loren just watched Dumbledore talk nonsense, Professor Trelawney could hide a sherry bottle in it, and he didn't believe that Dumbledore hadn't discovered the Room of Requirement in all these years.

"I can take you there, right now."

"Ahem," Dumbledore said without any sign of being exposed, "In fact, I'm not sure what impact destroying or touching that Horcrux now will have. After all, it's too close, and he is..."

The last sentence was unclear, and the old guy with the white beard wanted to fool him again.

"I will take care of it later," Dumbledore said at last.

Loren took a sip of tea and no longer cared about the crown. "There is one more thing, for a reason that cannot be said." "Can't say" is emphasized.

He pointed his right index finger to his eyebrows and showed the red mark to Dumbledore, "I hope the principal will help me check this red spot."

"Oh, I thought it was your unique outfit." Dumbledore understood that "cannot tell" referred to the cursed book. He stretched out his index finger and gently touched Loren's eyebrows, then quickly took it back.

"Except that it can't be erased, it's just like nature." Dumbledore looked interested. He was very sure that Loren didn't have this mole last night.

Just for a moment, Dumbledore's magic became active. Loren was sure he used a lot of checking magic on himself, but he didn't feel it at all.

Now I really have no choice but to accept it. Even Dumbledore can't do anything. What can he, a little wizard, do?

"Do you need to talk to Nico?" Dumbledore asked.

Loren shook his head and refused. The fact that Nico didn't give Flamel this memory said a lot. Things related to the Book of Abraham can only be figured out by oneself.

He bid farewell to Dumbledore with a heavy heart and walked out of the principal's office. He was blown away by the cold wind and realized that the old wizard in white robes had been talking nonsense for the whole conversation and said nothing useful.

On the other side, Harry was telling Ron and Hermione about his experience last night in an abandoned classroom.

"When I saw that mysterious man last night, the scar was very painful. That man must be related to Voldemort..."

"I had a nightmare last night. I dreamed of a man wearing a hood and wandering around the castle..."

boom!

Thunder exploded.

The first heavy rain in the summer of 1992 fell from the sky after brewing for a long time, swallowing up this ancient castle in the rain...

The next school year is coming to an end, the end of the semester is really approaching, and the atmosphere in the school has become tense. Everyone is in a hurry to and from class, their steps are quick, and they want to fly.

There is one week left before the end of term, on the long table in Gryffindor Hall.

Neville stuffed the bread and steak into his mouth, chewed it a few times, and drank a large glass of pumpkin juice to take the food into his stomach. Then he hurriedly got off the table and ran to the door of the auditorium, then turned back and ran back to pick up the notebook left on the table.

The entire meal process takes no more than three minutes.

Looking blankly at Neville's quickly disappearing figure, Loren felt his stomach feel a little bloated and painful. How could he eat this?

"Why doesn't he put the book in the library?" Hermione asked curiously.

Harry explained helplessly: "If you don't take it with you, Neville will forget where he put his things and it will be more troublesome to find them."

"He now spends all his time doing endorsements, afraid that his report card will disappoint his grandma."

Fortunately, thanks to the review plan Hermione had assigned them earlier, they didn't have to be so urgent.

"Should we go to the abandoned classroom on the fourth floor to practice dueling tomorrow?" Loren asked.

"Oh!" Ron closed his eyes in pain and wanted to say nothing, but he swallowed his words under the threat of Harry and Hermione's gazes.

Since the last incident in the Forbidden Forest, they had been practicing dueling in an abandoned classroom on the fourth floor whenever they had time.

Harry and Ron mainly practiced the Iron Armor Charm, one attacking and the other defending, constantly releasing spells on each other. When he got tired, he stopped and watched Loren tease Hermione in a magic duel, and then was taught a lesson by Hermione in a physical duel.

The two of them always talk about the inexplicable score.

Loren relied on Flamel, and his strength faintly occupied the first place among the four. Although Hermione had the first mover advantage, Harry was catching up quickly.

Only Ron is firmly at the bottom of the pile. He resisted and worked hard, but faced with two teammates hanging on the wall and a hard-working king, he really couldn't catch up. I can only be at the tail end of the crane with peace of mind.

Although there were only four people, the final name of the club was the Duel Club. Among Ron's suggestions of "Weasley and Friends", Loren's "Eastern Siesta Magic Club", and Harry's "Anything, I can do it", Hermione made the final decision on this normal name.

They chose the fourth floor because it was convenient to check on Lu Wei's situation. They were convinced that Quirrell had succumbed to Snape and they were about to take action on the Sorcerer's Stone.

But Snape seemed to be more patient than they thought and remained silent.

After the heavy rain, the temperature rose rapidly and the weather became sultry. The final exam came in such sultry heat.

Some subjects only require answering questions, while Transfiguration, Charms, and Potions classes all require practice.

In the stuffy classroom, Professor McGonagall said with a serious face, "Don't try to cheat. Even a P (failure) or a D (terrible) is better than cheating. Character is more important than grades!"

Blank parchment and silver-lined quills were handed out to the little wizard. The quill pen is a quill pen specially used for exams and has an anti-cheating charm on it. The blank parchment is the test paper for this exam.

The bell rang, and test questions appeared on the blank parchment. The little wizards had their heads buried, and the only sound in the classroom was the rustling of quills on parchment.

"The author of "Elementary Transfiguration Guide" is ()"

Magic schools actually have questions like this!

"(Emeric Switch)" Loren wrote very quickly. Although it was a little biased, it was indeed very basic content.

Affected by some distant memories, Loren enjoyed the scene of answering exam questions very much. The more he wrote, the more excited he became, and the faster he wrote, the faster he got. The continuation of the word traces the shape of a creeper vine on the parchment.

Loren turned the pages of the test paper so loudly that he had already turned the pages before the others had finished even half of the first page.

Sitting next to him was Dean, who was about to cry, screaming in his heart: Professor McGonagall! This man is attacking me with soul magic.

"The branches of transfiguration include: (transformation) (disappearance) (calling) (appearance)"

After writing the last question, Loren threw the pen into the ink bottle coolly, looked up and stared at Professor McGonagall, with "I want to hand in (zhuang) paper (bi)" written all over his face.

Be the first person in the room to finish answering the test paper and walk out of the examination room. Especially when the exam time is not over halfway, such behavior can put severe pressure on the little wizards who are still answering the questions.

Professor McGonagall walked up to Loren, glanced at the creeper-like squiggles on the test paper, and then glanced at Loren, who had a stern expression and wanted to cause trouble.

Her slightly old fingers tapped the corners of the test paper twice, and the ink on the parchment seemed to come alive. All the words written by Loren quickly squirmed towards the location where Professor McGonagall's fingers tapped, and finally condensed into an ink dot. .

Professor McGonagall tapped the test paper again, and the ink dots extended a sentence: The handwriting is too sloppy, please answer again.

Loren looked at Professor McGonagall in disbelief and complained vividly: You are targeting me!

With a touch of Professor McGonagall's finger, the ink spots and the words disappeared. She stopped looking at Loren and turned back to the podium.

"Although the answers are all correct, there are more than a dozen spelling errors and the handwriting is almost unreadable." An imperceptible smile appeared on Professor McGonagall's lips. She wanted Loren to calm down and take the exam carefully.

As soon as the exam was over, all the parchments folded in half on their own, flew up and landed on the podium to be folded. Professor McGonagall took the test paper and left.

Dean stood up immediately with a sad and angry expression: "Loren, give me a [door opening]!"

He was so disturbed by the sound of Loren turning over the test paper that he couldn't remember several questions. The more he thought about it, the more panicked he became, and then he couldn't remember more questions. I must have failed the test this time.

The practical exam begins with the Charms class.

Professor Flitwick found an empty classroom and asked the first-year wizards to walk into the classroom one by one and take the exam one by one.

Hermione was one in front of Loren. She went in nervously and came out with a sad face, looking aggrieved and angry, "I must have failed the exam."

"Is it so difficult?" Loren was very confused. With Hermione's strength, would she fail the test?

Hermione stared at the culprit in front of her with bright brown eyes, but thinking that it would be his turn to take the exam soon, she silently accumulated her anger and said nothing.

Loren entered the classroom with doubts.

Professor Flitwick stood behind the table, with a thick pile of books under his feet before he reluctantly served the table. There was a pineapple on the table.

"Loren!" Professor Flitwick greeted him enthusiastically, "Here, let this graceful pineapple tap dance from one side of the table to the other."

Loren was still confused. This shouldn't be difficult for Hermione. Why would Hermione say she failed the exam?

"Good professor."

He waved the magic wand, and the pineapple seemed to come alive, twisting its waist awkwardly and swinging its fat body. After completing the preparatory exercises, Pineapple became flexible and began to march with a tap dance.

"Perfect!" Professor Flitwick looked very satisfied, and his beard stood up with a smile, "I have to add a few points to your warm-up exercise."

"Tasteful aesthetics!" Loren thanked him and walked out of the classroom.

Hermione was waiting for him outside, her eyes blazing, "It's all your fault. You argued with me before that Grape can't do ballet and should do hip-hop."

Speaking of this, the little witch said in a sad voice, "I asked Pineapple to dance ballet, but she didn't correct herself until halfway. Professor Flitwick will definitely give me a P."