The days of hanging out at Hogwarts

Under the ancient mysterious castle, in a dark and eerie underground room, a cold, miserable green light suddenly lit up.

There were many large glass jars on the shelves along the wall. There were various slimy and creepy things floating in the jars, such as severed hands covered with black hair, venomous snakes with slowly expanding respiratory muscles, and unknown types of animals. Pieces of meat, unknown plants with spreading roots...

As a vague shadow rushed into the room, the wick of the magic candle flickered under the lampshade for a few times and gradually stabilized. Under the flickering light, the wriggling and twisting black shadow quickly shrank, and Severus Snape, the head of Slytherin, returned to his office under the Black Lake.

Snape sat expressionlessly behind the desk, his snake-like cold eyes staring at a certain place in the space, as if he saw a scene far away through layers of barriers.

I do not know how long it has been.

Dong dong dong——

There was a slow knock on the door, and Dumbledore with a messy white beard pushed the door open, with a gentle smile on his face: "Go to the kitchen to return the teacup, and I'll be here by the way, Severus, no. Do you mind if I sit down for a while?”

"Of course, I mind very much." Snape simply refused, showing no mercy to the principal.

"Okay..." Dumbledore blinked a little aggrievedly, "Then I can only stand and chat with you."

Snape was so angry that he laughed: "I'm not one of those students who haven't grown up yet. Don't do such childish behavior in front of me."

Dumbledore slowly pulled out his chair and sat down. While minding his own business, he picked up the teapot on the table and poured himself tea. He said, "In fact, you are indeed my student, aren't you?"

Snape sneered and closed his mouth, as if he didn't want to talk to him anymore.

"Do you want to know what I think of you?" Dumbledore took a sip of the tea in Dean Slytherin's office, then put down the cup, his expression indescribable.

Snape said calmly: "Dwelling on the past is just a meaningless waste of time, and I have no intention of listening to your preaching nonsense to deal with young wizards."

"Yes, yes, it was an unbearable past..." Dumbledore said to himself, "But what I want to say is longer than that, about your student days... I saw it tonight Remus, I suddenly realized that you have kept this secret very well all this time.

"Severus, I remember that you always hated Remus and his friends when you were in school, didn't you? If his werewolf identity was revealed, it would definitely be a good revenge against them. Why didn't you do it?"

Snape glanced sideways at Dumbledore's slightly crooked nose, and said with ridicule: "Do you think I don't want to? Are you already confused, Dumbledore? A certain headmaster specifically asked me to do this for this. The matter is kept confidential.”

"Perhaps you are right, I often feel that this old head is becoming more and more unusable." Dumbledore tapped his head with his thick and rough index finger, "But I thought that with your Severus ·Snape's bright young mind will find hundreds of ways to reveal Remus' werewolf identity, even let his friends reveal it, and then watch them turn against each other. What do you think, smart Severus? "

"Tsk..." Snape's tone became more sarcastic, "What a good idea. Maybe I can use it in the future."

"To be honest, I did underestimate you for a while, Severus." Dumbledore said softly, "But I think these years of working together have allowed me to lift the turbid cover of you, just like the people in this room. The bottles and jars look eerie, but their function is to save people."

"Oh, then you guessed wrong. The ones on the front shelf are all famous poisons."

In the dim Potions Professor's office, the green candlelight under the lampshade flickered a few times, as if confirming Snape's words.

Dumbledore was silent for a while: "I have received news that the International Federation of Wizards has decided to hold the next congress in New York, and the British Ministry of Magic has agreed to this change."

"It sounds like the Ministry of Magic's finances must be much better off," Snape said bluntly.

"I was about to say this." Dumbledore said softly, "The goblins of Gringotts recently reported that after Peter Pettigrew was killed, their dark magic detection device found a shell near Gringotts in Diagon Alley. Signs of Latrix Lestrange.

"Perhaps you have also noticed that there are a lot fewer dementors wandering outside the school. They have been assigned to patrol Diagon Alley."

Snape frowned: "Gringotts... those greedy goblins who only have gold in their eyes can find that crazy woman?"

Dumbledore seemed to smile: "Thanks to Quirrell's attack on Gringotts, the goblins have strengthened their detection of dark magic."

"What does that mad woman want?" Snape asked.

"Moody guessed it was for the contents of her underground vault, but she is now a wanted criminal of the Ministry of Magic, and the goblins will not accept her business." Dumbledore raised his teacup to take a sip, but then put it down again. "But the goblins did not agree to the Ministry of Magic's search of Gringotts' underground vault. They thought it would be a huge damage to Gringotts's credibility."

"It is in line with the style of those goblins. I hope that when that person leads the Death Eaters to break into Gringotts, those goblins can also defend the underground vault." Snape stabbed sinisterly.

Dumbledore smiled: "No one can blame them. After all, the goblins don't know that Voldemort is coming back soon. The Wizengamot has already intervened in this matter. I believe the goblins will agree to make an exception..."

"Be cautious, Severus..."

…

The night was already very deep, and the full and bright moon disk hung high in the dark blue sky. Even the surrounding stars seemed dim. The clouds were moving, bringing with them large shadows.

quietly.

In the corner of the upper floor of the Shrieking Shack, a thick cloth blanket was spread on the floor. Two little wizards were nestling together. Loren's head was on Hermione's shoulder, and Hermione's head was against Loren's head. The two of them were sleeping peacefully with their backs against the wall.

A fluffy white blanket covered the two of them, dispelling the cold night.

The little wizard is a little wizard. He obviously just said he was too sleepy to rest for a while. He wanted to ask for news later, but he fell asleep now.

The werewolf Lupine looked at the two little wizards huddled in the corner, shook his head with a smile, reached out and picked up another roasted chicken leg and threw it into the werewolf's mouth, tearing off the skin and flesh, spitting out the bones, and letting out a satisfied sigh.

How convenient.

I heard that the storage alchemy item that can keep warm was made by Loren. It is really amazing, even better than they were back then.

"I don't know if I can exchange him for another one..." Werewolf Lupine's terrifying big eyes revealed a thoughtful look, "He seems to have said he wanted a Boggart..."

I just happened to open a club to teach the students that the Patronus Charm also requires the use of Boggarts. Last time, Loren showed a method of accurately controlling Boggarts. I wonder if this method can make Boggarts turn into soul-catchers in front of other students. Strange……

"No matter, I can still buy a few more Boggarts anyway." The werewolf Lupine decided to go to Professor McGonagall to apply for funds this week.

He grabbed a few roasted chicken legs again and enjoyed them one bite at a time.

At the corner of the wall, the sleeping Loren could no longer rely on the wall and slowly slid down, dragging a certain little witch along with him.

Sleep with clothes on.

…

Early morning, Hogwarts Castle foyer.

"It's all your fault. If you hadn't suggested taking a rest, I would never have fallen asleep!"

"Yeah, yeah, you're right, I used the coma spell on you... I don't know who drooled on my collar last night, and it still smells bad now... Eh~"

"You're talking nonsense!" Hermione's face turned red, whether from embarrassment or anger, "I clearly cleaned it up with a cleaning spell!"

"..."

Watching the two little wizards quarreling and walking towards the auditorium, Lupine, who had returned to his human form, leaned on the door frame and looked back towards the direction of the rising sun.

Although the unobstructed moon last night made him guess about today's weather, when Lupine saw the radiant sun, he couldn't help but squint his eyes and reveal a relaxed and comfortable smile.

The golden morning light pierces the clouds and fog, and the dazzling sun seems to drive away all the fog. The rare clear weather in autumn makes people unconsciously relax. They want to find a grassy spot, cover their eyes, and bathe in the bright sunshine for a good sleep. Sleep.

Lu Ping took a deep breath, filled his chest with the fresh morning air, and exhaled with satisfaction: "Hiccup~"

Lupine shut his mouth tightly and calmed down.

In werewolf form, he has a great appetite. He couldn't control it last night and accidentally ate too much.

The administrator, Mr. Filch, passed by with Mrs. Norris in his arms, looked at him with some curiosity, and then disappeared around the corner of the corridor.

"Remus, good morning!" Professor Hagrid, who protects God's animal science class, walked in from outside and greeted him warmly from a distance, "Today is a nice day!"

"Good morning, Hagrid. Yes, it's a nice day."

Then he went upstairs to the school doctor's office for a check-up. As soon as Madam Pomfrey heard his voice, she trotted over quickly and shouted: "Remus, let me see how you are doing?"

Madam Pomfrey had known about his werewolf identity for a long time. When he was in school, the school nurse would always send Lupine to be transformed into a willow tree. In her eyes, Remus Lupine had always been the poor man he was back then. Little wolf cub.

Lupine smiled at her and nodded: "I feel great. Except for being a little sleepy, I feel like I can finish today's class easily."

Professor Lupine has three classes on Friday.

…

On the other side, Loren and Hermione found a bathroom to freshen up briefly, and then returned to the auditorium in a panic.

Surprisingly, none of the little wizards noticed them. The long Gryffindor table was now packed with people, and chattering exclamations and discussions filled the entire auditorium, almost knocking down the ceiling.

"Merlin's beard! Neville, how did you do that?"

"Neville! You are the first, you are the first, and you are the only one!"

"Longbottom! Glory to Gryffindor!"

Loren and Hermione were blocked outside the crowd and could only hear the little wizard outside praising Neville. After listening for a long time, they couldn't understand what was going on.

At this time, a young wizard with light brown hair suddenly emerged from the crowd. Loren quickly pulled him over: "Seamus, tell me, what's going on so early in the morning?"

"Oh my God, you don't know it yet!" Seamus waved his hands, looking very excited, "Neville has completed the first step of the Animagus ritual again! Last night on the full moon night, Professor McGonagall brought He went to bury the secret medicine!"

Animagus rituals require a wizard to hold a mandrake blade in his mouth for a month.

A month later, take it out on a full moon night, put it together with the saliva into a crystal bottle, add a hair, a silver teaspoon of dew and the pupa of a grimace hawkmoth to make a secret medicine...

"Merlin's beard..." Hermione exclaimed softly, covering her mouth.

Loren's eyes also showed wonder, and he began to recall Neville's every move in the month since the beginning of school.

When school first started, Neville thanked him obediently, gave him a gift bag of candy, and even joked and joked with them...

The closer it got to the end of the month, the more taciturn Neville became. He would only say a few words when he had to. Once he returned to the dormitory, he would hold his notebook and remain silent. Even when Ron asked him to chat about Quidditch, he didn't answer. It turned out that Mandrake in mouth.

Ding--

Ding ding——

Professor McGonagall, who was the guest of honor, struck the goblet with her fork: "Children, children, pay attention."

The noisy little wizards stopped temporarily and stared at Professor McGonagall with eager eyes.

"Those who are interested in Animagus can pay attention to the exams after Halloween. If members of the teaching class want to start trying, they can also consult Mr. Longbottom privately. Now go back to your seats." Professor McGonagall said.

Amid the noisy discussion, the young wizards returned to their seats together, and Loren and Hermione had space to sit next to Neville.

"Awesome, Neville!" Loren couldn't help but admired, "Even if Professor Trelawney used divination to threaten you, you didn't damage the mandrake blades. What a strong patience!"

"No, it's not... My mother gave me the idea. My tongue is enlarged, so I found a small mandrake blade and pressed it under my tongue. It won't affect my speech and eating, as long as I don't bite it. The tongue is fine.”

Neville had a blush on his face. Even though he had experienced it several times, he still wasn't used to being in such a spotlight.

"This is awesome!" Loren praised.

The step of holding a mandrake in your mouth was neither difficult nor easy, but at least he couldn't do it himself, and at least no one in the teaching class could do it except Neville.

"It must be successful this time!"

"Come on Neville!"

Throughout breakfast, little wizards would pass by from time to time, each expressing their own amazement to Neville and inspiring him to become the first Animagus in the school.

Compared with when he first started school, the chubby Neville has lost some weight, but he is still the same as before. When faced with compliments from others, he just blushes and replies in a low voice.