The days of hanging out at Hogwarts

Compared with the fist-sized light ball a few days ago, the current light ball is about the same size as Hermione's head.

Hermione poked the light with her fingers curiously, and her white fingers passed directly over it. She blinked and said, "There is no feeling at all."

"Could it be that this ball of light needs to be as big as your patron animal to take shape?" Hermione guessed thoughtfully.

"Then it shouldn't take long."

It was several times bigger than three days ago, and Loren was quite satisfied with this progress.

He stopped casting spells, suppressed the silver light on the tip of his wand, and looked at Hermione, "Try it."

Hermione straightened her spell-casting posture and recited silently in her mind: The spell is [Calling God Guard], and the wand should draw circles to recall the happiest memories.

The early morning wind swept across the wilderness and into the courtyard, causing Hermione's unkempt hair to fly wildly.

Hermione pondered over it.

A year ago, when the girl had not received her Hogwarts admission letter, she did not know that she was a very talented witch.

For a long time, she went to ordinary schools. Her parents, who are dentists, spent a lot of money to send her to private schools. The teachers are very dedicated and the courses are very rich.

Hermione, who has been influenced by her mother since she was a child, loves reading and learning. She follows the teacher's teachings closely and completes various assignments perfectly.

But other than that, there's not much.

Most classmates don't like Hermione, who is excellent in every subject, and think she is a nerd. In my spare time at school, I spent time politely chatting with my classmates. After school, there was no social interaction at all.

Both parents were worried and anxious about this, but they couldn't show it, but Hermione didn't feel that there was anything unhappy during that period. She just studied hard at school and had her parents at home, which was fulfilling and beautiful.

But, nothing happened.

If we talk about the happiest memory, Hermione can immediately think of the day when she received the Hogwarts admission letter. Professor McGonagall opened a door full of miracles to her.

Since then, her life has been completely different from the previous ten years, Diagon Alley, Hogwarts, the Sorting Hat...

All the pictures become vivid because of magic.

What shines brightly in the vivid picture is the person with a bad character in front of him.

He always loves to tease people, always makes her laugh or cry, is always mysterious, always says things she doesn’t understand...

It was also this person who pulled him out of being alone forever, took her on night outings, took her to violate school rules, and did all kinds of things she would never do. Even if he was a guest at her house, he would sneak her into her parents' study one day and drink secretly.

The corners of Hermione's lips curled up into a charming smile. She knew the happiest memories all too well:

"[Calling God to Guard]"

The vine wood wand burst out with bright silver light, like twinkling stars, illuminating the courtyard in the sun.

Silver light flashed, then quickly extinguished.

Loren was a little stunned. Are you ready?

"Try again!" Loren said with a strange expression, why are they all patron saint spells? Yours is different from mine.

Hermione was also surprised by the light she emitted for the first time. She waved her wand again: "[Calling God's Guard]"

This time it was normal. A fist-sized silver ball of light emerged from the tip of the wand, emitting a soft light.

Hermione tried several more times, but failed to reproduce the effect of the first time.

Loren breathed a sigh of relief. He was afraid that Hermione wouldn't be able to learn it, and he was also afraid that Hermione would learn it in one go.

Hermione also knew that this was normal, and after feeling a little disappointed, she and Loren began practicing seriously.

In a car parked on a deserted street, a young couple was having a family conversation.

Wendell turned off the car, looked at the fuel gauge and said, "Is it really right to let Hermione go to a wizarding school? I mean, should we go check out Hogwarts? Their society seems completely different from ours." no the same."

"You seem to be the most interested in magic among our whole family, and you are the most active one." Monica teased.

"So even I think so, what about you? I know that you are more rational than me. You don't reject magic, but you don't fully accept it either."

Wendell loosened his seat belt and looked sideways at his wife seriously: "We have experienced similar times, where new trends of thought are still brewing, and old concepts and systems are like dilapidated buildings. Although they are dilapidated, they have not yet collapsed. It still plays a residual role.”

"You went through a lot of hardships graduating from medical school, and you and I both understand that environment."

Wendell was talking about what happened in college. Even though Monica's family supported her studies, there were many teachers and students in medical school who were biased. Their eyes were like knives, which was chilling.

Monica still had a smile on her face: "I hesitated for a while during breakfast. Now I have figured out that sending Hermione to Hogwarts is not only because she likes magic, but also for Xiao He Min can grow up healthily.”

Wendell understood what Monica meant. Compared with her peers, Hermione had been very smart since she was a child, but this smartness was also a burden.

"You also know that Hermione's social life is not normal. She didn't have any friends before this. I just think it's right to send Hermione to wizard school. She did learn new things when she arrived at Hogwarts, and learned to interact with others. Get along with people and make good friends.”

Wendell nodded in agreement.

Monica thought that the discussion on this issue had come to an end. She reached out and turned the car key, started the car, and said, "Loren is a good kid, isn't he?"

Wendell relaxed, "Is it because he praises your cooking?"

"Of course, at least I'm not like you who can only read newspapers."

"Hey, think about how good I was to you when I was in college..."

Pressing the accelerator, the Grangers drove the car towards their happy cabin.

In the courtyard behind the villa, applewood and grapevine wands flashed the silver light of the Patronus Charm again and again, showing how hard their owners worked.

Loren stopped casting the spell and rubbed his sore wrists, wanting to be lazy and fish out.

It was as if it was stuck, and repeated practice did not make the size of the light ball of the Patronus Charm grow much.

The Patronus Charm is not like other spells. It only requires the caster to recite the spell, wave the spell, and practice it repeatedly.

It is very troublesome. You need to do some mental construction before casting the spell, recalling the happiest memories in your mind. Concentrated mental work is more tiring than physical work, so this spell is also very labor-intensive to practice.

Hermione noticed that the frequency of the silver light flashing across from the opposite side slowed down and finally stopped.

She glared at the slacker and said, "Dumbledore said all you have left is to practice more. You should be more diligent and try to summon the physical Patronus as soon as possible."

"Ah!" Loren groaned. Hermione's words were very reasonable, but he still wanted to be lazy.

But the "Study Committee" witch stared at him, and he had no choice but to wave his wand again.

Hermione saw that Loren had listened to the advice and continued to practice his Patronus Charm.

Seeing that Hermione was no longer looking at him, Loren thought that it was too laborious to mentally prepare every time she cast a spell, so the spell that came to her mouth took a turn: "[Luminescent Flash]"

call out!

The tip of the wand glowed silver and then went out.

The difficulty of casting the Illuminating Charm and the Patronus Charm was vastly different. Loren could cast the Illuminating Charm with his eyes closed without any effort at all.

If you don't look carefully, the illuminating spell looks like a patron saint charm.

Although Hermione didn't look, she could hear the sound, and she laughed angrily because she wasn't fooled.

Loren continued: "[Fluorescent Flash]"

The tip of the wand lit up again, then went out.

Hermione couldn't hold it back, "Do you think I'm a fool? I can't tell the difference between the Illuminating Charm and the Patronus Charm!"

"Keep practicing, don't be lazy." She poked him hard with her finger.

Loren had no choice but to do some mental construction and practice the Patronus Charm.

The silver light flashed again and again in the courtyard. Over the course of the morning, the patron saint's light group they were able to summon became much larger, but it never took shape.

The light ball summoned by Hermione was almost the size of a head, and Loren's light ball was already the size of two heads.

Slowly, the sun climbed above the house. It was not very hot in the courtyard, but after practicing all morning and repeating the mantras in their mouths, both of them were thirsty.

Loren slowly couldn't hold on any longer, and his voice gradually became smaller and weaker without realizing it, and finally stopped.

Hermione also felt that her mouth and throat were dry, and she could not recite the spell smoothly and slowly stopped.

"Hermione, are you thirsty?" Loren chuckled.

Hermione swallowed dryly, as if a little.

Hermione understood Loren's hint. Yesterday's Coke was indeed very sweet. After hesitating for less than a second, a smile appeared on her face as if she was going to do something bad.

The two looked at each other, happily entered the house, walked to the refrigerator, and opened the refrigerator door.

"What do you want to drink?" Loren asked looking at the drinks in the refrigerator.

"Coke!" Hermione said decisively.

"Aren't you afraid of tooth decay?" Loren joked. Hermione was very interesting.

Hermione retorted: "I brush my teeth on time every day, and drinking a little Coke will prevent tooth decay."

As a result, the Coke reserve in the refrigerator was reduced by two bottles.

Hermione was already familiar with the process, turning the bottle cap into a straw, and then slurping on the stimulating bubbles, cold and sweet black sugar water.

The cold feeling slid down the throat and penetrated into the stomach.

The two of them moved in sync and sighed in contentment, "Ah!"

For Hermione, this was a novel and exciting experience. Whether it was sneaking into the study or secretly drinking Coke, she would never have done it before, but with Loren's company, these things became more interesting.

Hermione drank half the bottle in one go to quench her thirst. A strange feeling of guilt arose in her heart. She raised her head and said depressedly, "It's all your fault. I've become bad. I never did such bad things before."

"Cough!" Loren almost spit out the Coke, "You start blaming me when you're not thirsty, right? If you can, don't drink the rest."

Hermione said righteously, "No, it can't be wasted."

“It won’t be wasted, I’ll drink the rest!”

"You think beautifully!"

While they were arguing, the two of them drank coke into their stomachs. Yesterday's coke was out of gas, but today's was gone. One bottle made their bellies bulge.

When Loren wasn't paying attention, Hermione took a deep breath and lifted her belly, then returned to its original state when she couldn't hold it any longer.

She touched her belly, with a serious expression on her face and secretly made up her mind: She would not drink like this again.

"Hermione! Hermione!"

"Loren!"

"Come out and help us move our things!" Wendell's voice came from outside. They were already back.

The two quickly hid the Coke bottle.

Hermione raised her belly again and jumped out of the door.

"Dad, what did you buy?" Hermione opened the door and asked happily.

Wendell opened the trunk and put out large and small packages: "A bigger camping tent, Loren's sleeping bag, some charcoal fire..."

They upgraded the camping equipment used by a family of three to a family of four. Things such as tent moisture-proof mats were replaced with larger ones. He also bought Loren a sleeping bag, cooking utensils and other personal items.

Loren followed Hermione, looked at a lot of things, picked a similar bag and moved it into the house.

"Good boy!"

Wendell was still taking out things, "Your mother also bought some medicines to update our medicine box."

After closing the car door, the four people ran twice before moving their things into the house.

Wendell took Loren and Hermione to pack up the things they just bought, while Monica went to the study to put the bills and checkbook.

Monica came to the study and put the key in but couldn't turn it. She was stunned for a moment, then she grabbed the handle and twisted it, and the door opened.

Monica immediately understood what had happened, and she leaned out to take a look at the three people who were sorting things.

The two children didn't realize that they had forgotten to clean up the crime scene. They were still looking at various interesting things and instructions, whispering something to each other, and laughing loudly.

Monica didn't say anything. She went in and checked the medical bookshelves first to make sure they hadn't touched the books. Then I looked at another bookshelf, and there were no signs of being turned over.

As a mother of a child, it was immediately clear that the two of them regarded this as a place of adventure.

It was Loren's first time to visit their home, and he didn't know the study yet, so Hermione took him there.

As for the method of unlocking, it must be magic.

Monica smiled and shouted: "Hermione, come on!"

Hermione's neck stiffened while she was looking through Loren's new sleeping bag. With her quick thinking, she realized that the thief who had sneaked into the study was caught.

"Hermione." Monica called again.

Hermione glanced at Loren who didn't notice anything was wrong next to her, poked him with a grimace, moved her body and fell into bed slowly.

Hermione moved slowly all the way until she entered the study. Looking at her mother next to the bookshelf, Hermione walked over nervously.

Monica reached out and poked this naughty little boy on the forehead, and asked with a smile, "Which books have you read?"

Hermione replied quietly: "I didn't look through any books, I just took a look at it, and that one——"

As she spoke, Hermione stretched out her little hand and pointed to "Krav Maga Analysis" on the bookshelf.

Monica read a book that was not inappropriate for children, so she took it off and handed it to Hermione, touching her hair: "Tell mom what book you want to read, and mom will let you read it if she thinks it's appropriate. Don't sneak in in the future." .”

Hermione nodded and thought to herself: How can I know what book I want to read if I don't read it.

But I didn't dare to show it.

"Go play." Monica ruffled Hermione's curly hair and sent her out.

Hermione turned around and left, fearing that Monica would regret it. She did like this book.

Monica looked at Hermione who looked different from before, and reaffirmed her decision to let her go to Hogwarts.