The days of hanging out at Hogwarts

White clouds of steam billowed out from the chimneys, and the bright red-painted express train slowly set off, heading toward Hogwarts along a hidden railway.

After setting off, there were occasional little wizards swimming in the aisles of the carriage. After not seeing each other for a summer vacation, they visited each other and told each other about the joy of reunion and what they had experienced during the vacation.

"Long time no see! Loren, and Hermione, you too!"

Seamus and Dean said in unison, hooking each other's shoulders and jumping past the cubicle. Before the two of them could answer, they had already gone to the next compartment, like two happy little lions.

The little wizards in other grades are also pretty cheerful people, and they are keen to visit each other. Only the first-year freshmen mostly sit in the carriage, chatting with friends they have just met.

Loren and Hermione stayed in the carriage, greeting people passing by from time to time.

At this moment, a special guest came outside the cubicle glass.

She was a very peculiar girl with messy, dirty waist-length dark golden brown hair, very light eyebrows, and a pair of big silver eyes, blinking and staring at him curiously.

On her forehead were a pair of owl-rimmed glasses, and around her neck hung a necklace of half-butterbeer corks. This necklace seems to be a half-finished product, and the remaining half of the cork seems to be empty, as it seems that the corks have not been collected.

Hermione felt that there was something indescribably weird about dressing up like this.

"Hello, is there still room in this cubicle?" Luna Lovegood asked in a light voice.

She didn't care at all about her unusual dress, and her indifferent expression conveyed the feeling that this was a normal dress. The little girl looked at Loren, focusing on those blue eyes.

Loren recognized Luna at a glance. Four people could sit in one compartment. He nodded first, and then asked strangely: "The freshmen's carriage is at the back. There should be enough space. Didn't you find the compartment?" ?”

"Dad and I were delayed a little on the road. We arrived late and couldn't find an empty cubicle. There was already a cubicle occupied, and they didn't want me to sit next to it." Luna naturally climbed onto the seat and sat next to Hermione, as if Talking about trivial things that don't matter.

Without asking any further questions, Loren introduced: "I am Loren Morgan, and this is Hermione Granger. We are both Gryffindors."

"Okay." Hermione was still looking at the necklace of half-finished butterbeer corks.

"Nice to meet you, my name is Luna Lovegood." Luna kept looking into Loren's eyes.

This feeling of being watched is quite strange. Thinking of Luna's story, Loren couldn't help but ask: "Why do you keep looking at me? Is there a bug on my head?"

As for Luna, he didn't think she was a crazy girl, maybe like his magical vision, she could see things that others couldn't.

Luna's eyes lit up, and her silver eyes burst out with a dazzling light: "Do you also know about harassing flies?"

"What is a bugger?" Hermione also asked.

"They are invisible. They will buzz into your ears and confuse your brain." Luna seemed to have been talking like this, soft and calm, and her voice did not rise or fall.

She turned her head and looked into Loren's blue eyes: "But there is no mole fly on your head, it is a butterfly with blue wings."

"Butterfly?" Loren touched his eyes in surprise, and what he felt was the soft touch of his eyelids.

But Luna saw the specialness of his eyes at a glance. This could hardly be called a coincidence.

"Yes, a butterfly with blue wings and beautiful texture. It uses its wings to protect your eyes." Luna said while observing.

Hermione also knew that Loren's eyes were different and did not doubt Luna's words. She stared closely into Loren's eyes, trying to detect the trace of a butterfly.

Of course, I saw nothing.

Loren couldn't see his own eyes, but he had an idea: "I can't see, but maybe I can try to see the reflection of your eyes."

Luna tilted her head and thought for a moment, her smart silver eyes flashing: "This is such a good idea, I have never thought of it before."

The two of them held the table with their hands and slowly moved their heads closer. One wanted to observe the butterfly carefully, and the other wanted to see the butterfly. Eyes looking at each other, looking at each other very seriously and carefully.

Hermione looked at this weird scene, looking at Loren on the left and Luna on the right, but she felt something was wrong.

After half a minute, she couldn't bear the weirdness in her heart, so she stood up and sat across from him, and pulled Loren back to her seat. The reason is very valid: "This may be a special ability that cannot be seen through optical vision."

"Maybe so." Luna looked at Hermione. She just seemed to feel that there was a mole on the girl's head.

Loren turned to look at Hermione, the girl's cheeks were slightly blushing. Hermione's eyes moved nervously, and by chance she caught Loren's gaze, then quickly ran away.

For some reason, Loren suddenly felt happy, as sweet as eating sizzling bees.

Skipping this interlude, the chat between the three of them continued in a subtle way, heading all the way to the magic school.

"Do you know of any other strange creatures?"

"Oh, what I want to find most is the Scimitar-Horned Snorlax..."

"what is that?"

…

The new students were going to take a boat across the lake. After Luna got off the car, she heard Hagrid's call and followed the new students away.

Loren and Hermione followed the senior students. They crossed a flat road and got into the black and gray carriage parked on the side of the street. The reason why it was a carriage was because they did not see the horse pulling the carriage, the reins were empty, and there was nothing in the position of the tow bar.

As they were no longer freshmen, they naturally wouldn't ask what the car relied on. After one school year, they more or less knew about the existence of Yeqi.

Only those who have witnessed death and accepted death can see the Thestral. Loren didn't know if he had ever seen death, but he could see it.

This is a black creature that looks like a horse, with a pair of broad, black, featherless, bat-like wings. The black fur clung to the skeleton, and every bone was clearly visible.

Their heads resemble those of dragons. The entire eye is silver-white, with no distinction between the pupil and the white of the eye. It looks a bit hollow, but there is a hint of divinity in the hollow.

Perhaps because of their characteristics linked to death, a group of thestrals stood quietly in the dimming night, quiet and weird.

"Can you see the Thestral?" Hermione's eyes flashed with concern. Witnessing death was not a good thing.

"It's my eyes. Thestrals are also a magical creature." Loren said.

Hermione was obviously envious of this, "What do they look like? Are they really black? Do they have scales?"

Seeing that she was really curious, Loren pulled her forward a few steps, came to the shaft pole, and led her hand to touch the mane on the Thestral's neck.

To be honest, it feels a bit scary to feel the warmth of a creature's fur from nowhere. Hermione's hand was stiffly led to caress the Thestral, and it took a while before she gradually got used to it.

In Loren's field of vision, Ye Qixu squinted his eyes, enjoying the tickling comfort. He would even take the initiative to arch his neck and rub their hands.

"Although I can't see it, I can feel that it is a gentle animal, not at all as ominous as the legend says." Hermione stroked it again and again, responding to the Thestral's kindness.

"I seem to feel bones. Are they thin?"

"Very thin, you can directly see the outline of the skeleton."

"Perhaps I should suggest to Hagrid to feed them more food."

Loren sighed and Hermione started again.

After getting in the car, Hermione was worried about whether the Thestrals were malnourished or not having enough food along the way. She was still worried about this until she entered the Great Hall and sat at the Gryffindor table, chattering non-stop.

Countless candles taller than a person were suspended in the air, illuminating the auditorium brightly and the stars on the dome were shining brightly.

Last year, they were uneasy freshmen next door, spreading rumors about being sorted into different schools.

"Do they really have enough food?"

Loren pressed Hermione down on the seat and said earnestly: "Hagrid feels the most sorry for these little cuties. He will not let the animals starve. Don't worry!"

Hermione then calmed down.

"Hey, loving couple!" George and Fred changed places and sat next to Loren. One sentence made Hermione blush with embarrassment.

"Did you see our good brother on your honeymoon?"

"And Harry, we haven't seen them since we got in the car."

Harry and Ron!

Flying car!

Whomping Willow!

Loren's eyes widened and he remembered everything. In order to prevent Harry from returning to school, Dobby used magic to isolate platform nine and three-quarters. In desperation, the two chose to drive the Flying Car back to school, violating the secrecy law, and eventually crashed into the Whomping Willow.

He stood up quickly and sat back down... Forget it, it's already this time, the car has probably been released into the Forbidden Forest.

"What's wrong?" George asked hurriedly.

"No, we didn't see them either." Loren shook his head. They wouldn't be expelled anyway, so just treat it as an adventure.

George, who didn't get a useful answer, was disappointed: "Tsk, I'll just tell you."

Fred nodded, and the two walked away together, spitting together: "Addicted to beauty."

Loren and Hermione were both blushing. They didn't notice that their two friends were missing all the way. Especially Loren, who knew the plot and didn't even think about it. It's indeed a bit...

At the guest of honor seat, that is, the faculty seat, Lockhart, who was dressed in a blue and gold ceremonial robe and embroidered with silver threads, stood out more than Dumbledore. He always showed a perfect smile from all angles, and his white teeth could even reflect candlelight.

Sitting next to Professor Flitwick, Professor Sprout had a teasing smile on his face: "What an outstanding Ravenclaw graduate! A best-selling author, adventurer, traveler, and even a Hogwarts graduate." Professor."

Unfortunately, Professor Flitwick was already short and could only show his head when he sat on his seat. After hearing Professor Sputrow's words, he even shrank his head and couldn't see it.

"I really don't know why Dumbledore hired him as the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor." Helpless sobs came from under the table.

Although they had only been together for a few days, their talent could not be hidden or faked like pregnancy. Any professor who has just a few words with Lockhart will be able to discover the straw inside his gorgeous skin.

What's shameful is that this idiot graduated from Ravenclaw, and Professor Flitwick is the Head of Ravenclaw.

It wasn't until long after the sorting started that Harry and Ron appeared at the door, peering into the auditorium.

Harry Potter, the boy-who-lived and savior, violated the Statute of Secrecy by driving an illegally modified Muggle vehicle. The crime was committed in the morning, and some evening newspapers that responded quickly published the news that day.

After the sovereignty of Hogwarts was established, this matter was left to the school to handle. After the Aurors dealt with the memory problem, the Ministry of Magic transferred the files directly to the school.

It can be said that Harry and Ron haven't driven to school yet, his criminal documents and the consequences have been determined. From a certain perspective, the administrative efficiency of the wizarding world is quite high.

Professor McGonagall's face turned dark, but she couldn't leave after sorting the freshmen, so she could only continue to call the freshmen's names with a straight face.

Looking at the embarrassed Harry and Ron, Dumbledore smiled: "You are really full of courage at your age. When I was their age, I couldn't do such a thing."

Lockhart smiled brightly and praised in response: "Yes, just like me back then, if you don't pay attention, you will do extraordinary things. Ability and talent are like light and cannot be concealed!"

"Tsk, stupid, ignorant and pointless." Snape's deep voice was without any ripples, and he didn't know who he was talking about.

Lockhart certainly didn't think he was talking about him anyway, so he turned to Professor Flitwick and continued talking, telling him about the time he had his name engraved on the Quidditch pitch in 20-foot-long letters.

Professor Flitwick's beard was trembling. He had never felt such shame at being a Ravenclaw.

"Don't be so harsh on the students. Minerva can't leave. Severus, go and comfort the two children." Dumbledore said cheerfully.

Snape's mouth curved slightly, and he reluctantly accepted the task. He didn't know whether he laughed in his heart.

He went around from the side door next to the guest of honor seat and took Harry and Ron away.

Loren's eyes followed Professor Snape as he walked away, and he silently prayed for the two of them in his heart, hoping that the Whooping Willow tree would be fine, otherwise Professor Sprout would curse him too.

"Luna Lovegood." Professor McGonagall's voice sounded again.

Luna, who skipped forward, had already changed out of her weird outfit and was wearing a Hogwarts magic robe. Her ethereal temperament and long-haired face made her look like a moonlight elf.

The Sorting Hat was as shabby as ever, but it somehow matched Luna's temperament. She opened and closed her lips slightly, and it was obvious that she was talking to the Sorting Hat. Eventually she was sorted into Ravenclaw house.

Percy and the twins felt relieved after seeing Ron being taken away by Snape. No matter what mistakes they made, they were safe. When Ginny was sorted into Gryffindor, she let out the loudest cheers and screams in the room.

During the school song at the end of the dinner, George and Fred performed steadily. When they sang the last high note, they put their feet on the dining table and almost leaned up in Lee Jordan's arms.