The days of hanging out at Hogwarts

An ordinary morning.

Wendell sat on the chair as usual, crossed his legs, and held up a full page of the Daily Mail to cover his head.

Monica poured the warm milk into the cup. Hermione and Loren took their cups one after another and took a small sip. The white milk foam hung on their lips like two white beards, enjoying today's milk happily. breakfast.

Although the breakfast at Granger's house is not as rich as that at Hogwarts, the hot taste is a plus.

Monica put a glass of milk in front of Wendell and saw a full page of newspaper around his neck. She couldn't help but get angry. She put breakfast in front of him and was still reading!

She slapped Wendell's thigh hard.

Snapped!

The thick palm meat and thigh meat collided, making a loud sound.

Wendell put down the newspaper and showed a grimace of pain, "Oh, on the first day of the clinic's opening, I have to give myself some painkillers."

Monica took a bite of a piece of bread expressionlessly: "Then you should always have painkillers on hand."

Loren and Hermione ate their bread, feeling that they were redundant at this time, so they tried to minimize their presence.

Wendell ate and said in an aggrieved tone: "Yesterday we were still talking about traveling to Australia. Today, let me always keep painkillers."

Monica stopped paying attention to him, looked at Hermione and Loren and said, "The clinic will be very busy today. We may not come back for lunch at noon. I left food for you in the kitchen. Can you take care of yourselves?"

"no problem!"

"Can."

Hermione and Loren nodded vigorously.

"Call us if you need anything."

After saying goodbye to Mr. and Mrs. Granger, Hermione went to the courtyard to practice the Patronus Charm, which was her morning practice.

Loren sat on the sofa and looked through his notes. He was still trying to figure out what the memory magic had in common, trying to sort out a systematic path.

The most troublesome thing is that Loren can't find anyone to try it on, whether it's Legilimency or the Oblivion Spell, and Occlumency can't let others try it.

The progress of the practice is stuck here.

I don't know if the Ministry of Magic will accept junior interns. He can try the position of memory canceller. The memory canceller is a full-time position in the Department of Magical Accidents and Disasters, which specializes in handling cases where magical signs are leaked.

Loren turned the pen unconsciously, thinking about how to improve his proficiency in memory magic.

Hermione came back from the courtyard and saw Loren sitting on the sofa in a daze. She rolled her eyes, gently closed the door, walked quietly behind Loren, and stuck her head out to read the contents of his notebook.

Loren came back to his senses, reached out and pushed Hermione's furry head away, and said disgustedly: "Read your own book, what's the point of always peeking into other people's privacy?"

"Humph! If you don't want to read, don't read." Hermione snorted, walked around the sofa to pick up the books she had been reading these past few days, sat down next to Loren, and started reading her own book.

Loren felt that the fabric of the sofa sank a little to the side. He shook his head in amusement and continued writing in his notebook: Memory magic affects both the brain and the soul. It is very dangerous. The way it affects the soul is not yet clear. In the brain, it can be used incorrectly. It can cause deep memory damage, neuron apoptosis, and severe symptoms include aphasia, forgetfulness...

Hermione craned her neck and looked over again, only to see clearly the words "very dangerous", and her heart was agitated.

Loren quietly moved a distance to the side, and Hermione followed suit.

As a last resort, Loren wanted to close the notebook and study it again at night.

Hermione grabbed the notebook with quick eyes and hands, and shouted: "I saw danger! Don't cover it up. As a classmate, I have the responsibility to protect you."

"There is no danger! Don't be so self-righteous. Where do you take the responsibility?" Loren retorted harshly, grabbing the notebook with all his strength.

He stood upright, with his shoulders and neck together, and his waist and horse exerted all their strength. Even after several pulls, he could not shake it.

Just when Loren was about to continue struggling a few more times, Hermione dropped the book in her hand in front of Loren's eyes with a threatening look on her face.

"Krav Maga Analysis" The large characters tattooed on Loren's eyes hurt, and it was such a hot summer that his hands and feet were cold.

Can it still be better? Gryffindor's gift is amazing! If he wasn't afraid of being separated, he would learn to change his body now.

"Let go!"

"Let go!"

When the two were about to quarrel, they heard the click of the mailbox and a letter arrived.

Loren and Hermione looked at each other, both on guard. Whoever goes will lose.

"You go get it."

"you go."

"Don't force me!" Hermione threatened, reaching out to use her hands and feet.

Loren dodged Hermione's hand reaching for his cheek to prevent it from being pinched, let go of the notebook and went to the door to get the mail.

According to Hermione's temperament, it would be fine if she didn't see the danger, but she did, and it would be impossible to live her life without letting her know the contents.

With a proud look on her face, Hermione opened her notebook to see what the very dangerous thing was.

In front of the door, a little owl stopped on the mailbox. There was a circle of white eye lines on its head, and the little eyes were so cute.

"Hanhan?" Loren shouted with surprise, "You are finally back!"

The little spectacled owl raised its little head and called softly: "Cuckoo."

"Why did you put the letter in the mailbox at home?" Loren took out the letter, put it under his arm, held Hanhan in one hand and walked into the room.

"Gu Gu."

"Why have you been away for so long? Has Grandpa Bates gone abroad?"

"Gu Gu."

"Want something to eat, biscuits, apples?"

"Gu Gu."

In fact, Loren didn't care about Hanhan's answer, and he couldn't understand Hanhan's words, so he put some of each item next to Hanhan.

The little spectacled owl lowered its head quietly and pecked at the food bit by bit.

"Who did you write to?" Hermione came over and stroked the feathers on Hanhan's back.

She took a quick look and realized that the memory magic was dangerous, not that Loren was in any danger now, so she felt relieved.

Loren rolled his eyes at her, opened the letter, and glanced through it.

"It's Grandpa Bates, he said he'll be back soon!" Loren said happily.

Hermione's eyelids drooped, her eyelashes covered her eyes, and the light in her eyes dimmed, "So, are you going home?"

Loren was immersed in excitement and did not notice Hermione's disappointment, "No, Grandpa Bates is also coming to London. He said it would be convenient for me to start school."

Hermione let out a breath, a little glad that she wasn't leaving right away. Then thinking of a question, she tilted her head and asked: "But your grandfather doesn't have an owl, how can he notify you that he has arrived in London?"

Loren froze on the spot and thought for a moment, "It's okay. I'll write another letter right away, including the address and phone number here. Grandpa Bates can find me when he comes back."

Hanhan, who had just returned from a long trip, heard this, stopped pecking, raised his head and cursed: "Gugu! Gugu! Gugu!"

While scolding and waving its wings, the bespectacled owl is so naive that today it will give this black-hearted capitalist who exploits his workers a good beating.

Loren covered her head and begged for mercy, "Tomorrow, I'll write tomorrow, don't curse, don't curse."

It wasn't until Hermione took out a handful of nuts and asked Loren to apologize that Hanhan stopped beating the capitalist with his iron claws of justice. But the little spectacled owl did not calm down. He cracked open a nut and said "coo" to Loren, strongly condemning Loren's bad behavior.

Hermione helped, nibbling a few Queensland chestnuts, and finally concluded that cracking nuts while scolding Loren was a pleasure.

Loren waited until Hanhan had eaten and drank enough, then sent the postman to rest on a tree in the courtyard, and then he breathed a sigh of relief.

Hermione opened another Queensland chestnut and put it into a tray aside. She liked to make a pile and eat it happily.

She followed Loren's figure with her eyes, came back from the courtyard and sat down on the sofa. Hermione asked with a smile: "Then why is the evil Loren studying the contents of memory magic recently? These are not even in Hogwart. It’s in the teaching content here.”

Why?

Because the professor for next semester is a liar who is proficient in the forgetting spell.

Because in the next semester, I will meet the notebook Horcrux, which uses black magic to tease out my inner desires.

This was not easy to tell Hermione, so Loren hesitated between lying and refusing to answer, and finally chose to tell part of the truth.

He hesitated for a while, then said after careful consideration: "Because, because we may encounter bad things next semester, and we may need to use these magics."

Hermione raised her eyebrows and asked doubtfully, "How do you know what's going on next semester?"

"We are in school. Can't Principal Dumbledore and the professors deal with that wizard?"

"Are the bad things related to memory magic? Why? What exactly is it?"

The little witch asked a series of questions that made Loren's head hurt. He said perfunctorily: "There are not so many reasons. Principal Dumbledore can protect students well, right?"

Thinking about the basilisk's record, Loren was not sure, and Dumbledore was not completely protected.

But they were all petrified, and there was no life-threatening danger. Not even a single cat died, so it was still considered well protected.

Snapped!

Hermione slapped the table and placed the "Krav Maga Analysis" in front of Loren, letting him experience the wisdom and truth in the book.

Loren was filled with evil and anger. He slapped the table, stuffed the Queensland chestnut flesh that Hermione had peeled into his mouth, and then covered his face: "Uh-huh, uh-huh... "

"Ah! I peeled him off for a long time! Why don't you come back!" Hermione's hair stood up in anger, and she rushed forward to teach this guy a lesson.

It was impossible to hit him, and it was impossible to really make Loren vomit out. Hermione had to hold Loren down and prevent him from biting him. The situation was deadlocked.

The two men struggled and rolled into a ball on the sofa, then to the floor.

In the end, the two men, whose hair, clothes and pants were all messed up, reached a settlement, which ended with Loren peeling off a plate of fruit pulp as compensation.

In this way, the countdown to Loren's stay at Granger's house began, and he was thinking of ways to start practicing memory magic.

Hermione always pulled Loren to practice the Patronus Charm, and Loren also taught Hermione some knowledge of memory magic. The two always quarreled, and when they couldn't argue with Loren, Hermione took out the Krav Maga book and started reading, and Loren stopped saying anything.

But Hermione was also intimidated by some kind of attack and could not take action easily. The two sides ushered in a peaceful situation.

One sunny afternoon, Loren and Hermione sat side by side, wondering about the contents of their notebooks.

After finding that she couldn't find anyone to practice with, Hermione suggested: "We can practice Legilimency and Occlumency with each other."

Forget about the Forgetting Curse, it can easily cause serious damage if the two of them don't grasp it well.

"Um."

Loren pursed her lips. Hermione's ability to make such suggestions was a sign of trust. Practicing Legilimency means that all the secrets, emotions, and thoughts in the heart are revealed to each other without reservation. This kind of emotion is like It is as heavy as a letter of gold.

But he couldn't accept this trust and emotion and could only refuse, "Due to some unspeakable situation, you can understand that there is a protective magic in my memory. Others who pry into it will be cursed. Dumbledore said A curse that can’t be helped.”

"There is a curse in the memory!" Hermione said in surprise, this was the first time she had heard of such a thing.

Loren nodded sadly. If it weren't for this reason, it would be much easier for him to learn and memorize magic.

Hermione opened her mouth, wanting to ask about the inside story and details, but stopped herself. Since Loren said he couldn't tell, that meant he really couldn't tell.

She complained: "You are obviously a wizard from a Muggle family, but you always have so many secrets."

Loren didn't dare to answer.

Hermione sighed, "There's really nothing I can do against you, so you practice Legilimency and I'll practice Occlumency."

Loren looked up into Hermione's eyes, which were as bright as stars.

Hermione's eyes swayed from side to side, feeling that Loren's gaze was too burning, and she didn't dare to look at each other. She said in a panic: "It's just magic practice. We are classmates. Haven't we practiced like this before?"

Can the previous magic be the same as Legilimency...

Ding!

Ding ding!

Suddenly the doorbell rang loudly.

It was not yet time for Wendell and Monica to return home from get off work, so they both turned their heads and looked at the door.

Ding!

Ding ding!

The sound of the doorbell echoed in the quiet house.

"Who? Here!" Loren responded, stood up and opened the door.

Soon, Hermione heard a shout of surprise at the door.

"Bates! Grandpa?!"

Loren was pleasantly surprised at first, then turned into surprise at first glance, and then he was a little afraid to recognize the old man in front of him.

His hair was smooth and free of dust. He had sprayed half a bottle of mousse on him at first glance. He wore a linen suit, red tie and white shirt. He was dressed in a fashionable and handsome style.

But when it comes to Grandpa Bates, Loren always feels very strange.

No, handsome guy, who are you?

Loren was stunned for a moment, wondering if a trip to his old place would have such a big impact on people...

But it seems understandable. After decades of self-imprisonment in the mountains, his emotions have been suppressed. In his old age, he met his blood relatives and grew up with them. Just when Bates thought he was going to rest in peace, his grandson suddenly received a call. A letter of admission to a magic school.

The world suddenly became different. Loren brought him the Wolfsbane potion, allowing him to walk out of the mountains and the prison he had set for himself, and be able to live freely in the sun.

The trip back to his hometown allowed Bates to regain his lost youth. After learning that there was a possibility of a complete cure without even taking medicine, Bates became even more relaxed.