The days of hanging out at Hogwarts

Breakfast time, auditorium.

Loren was sitting at the Gryffindor table, holding half an apple in his hand. He looked down at the white flesh and was doing complicated mental construction in his heart.

In this season, putting a cold apple into your mouth is as difficult as learning the Patronus Charm.

"Ah~"

Hermione next to her yawned and rubbed her sleepy cheeks: "How long are you going to stare at that apple?"

Hearing the girl's voice, Loren looked up and saw that there were some faint black spots around her eyes. He couldn't help but ask: "Did you stay up late again last night?"

"Yeah..." Hermione's tone contained a hint of sleep-deprived laziness, sounding softly and softly, "Parvati and Lavender dragged me and chatted with me until late at night."

Having said this, Hermione let out a long sigh, remembering those nonsense love questions she answered last night, and couldn't help but have a helpless expression on her face.

If she knew these answers, she wouldn't have to write a letter back to ask her mother.

"Talk until late at night..." Loren muttered and repeated, feeling complicated in his heart.

No wonder I couldn't wait, it turned out that someone had cut off my hair.

Lin Mei's.

Loren was depressed and viciously bit out a big notch in the apple, chewing it with a ferocious expression and making a "click-click" sound.

Hermione, who was completely unaware of this, took a sip of milk and continued: "Speaking of which, I didn't dream about the library again last night. What a pity. I wonder if I will have another chance in the future?"

Click——

The juicy apples are chopped into small pieces by the teeth and the pulp is minced along the esophagus and enters the gastric juice, where it is gradually digested and absorbed.

In response to Hermione's words, from that day on, Hermione never entered the library in her dream, and the dream date that Loren expected seemed to come to nothing.

Loren asked Flamel about this, but could not get any answers. He still had no clue about the triggering conditions for Hermione to enter the Book of Fantasy...

Hogwarts is gradually entering late autumn.

The temperature has become colder, the sky has become darker, clear sunny days are often rare in a week, and cloudy and cloudy days have become more common. There are always rain clouds with plenty of water vapor floating in the sky, and you don't know when it will suddenly rain.

It often happens that when you wake up in the morning, it is raining continuously outside the window, and suddenly it clears up during class, and bright golden sunlight shines into the classroom. If it is Professor McGonagall, everyone will be more restrained, but if it is Professor Flitwick, , the little wizards will laugh and laugh for a while.

Whenever this happens, Professor Flitwick is not annoyed. He and the students will look out the window with a smile and enjoy the rare sunshine for a while.

Sometimes it rains heavily in the afternoon, and the little wizards who have finished lunch are lying or sitting in the field and courtyard. At a certain moment, the pattering raindrops suddenly fall, and a large group of embarrassed little wizards are showered out.

If the little wizards of Gryffindor and Hufflepuff had no time to run, they would simply give up and rush into the rain laughing, waving the rainwater, dragging the hems of their friends' clothes, hoping to get more people drenched.

When the enthusiasm faded, everyone returned to the castle shivering with cold to rest, take a shower and change clothes. Then they were late for the afternoon class, were severely criticized by the professor, and spent the day laughing and joking.

It's not good if it rains at night. Quidditch teams often train at night, and the temperature is low after the sun goes down. The players always have to train in the low temperature, wind and rain, and return to the common room one by one shivering with cold. After taking a shower, I just wanted to shrink into the warm bed, and I was not in the mood to do my homework at all.

"So this is the reason why you still copied your homework in third grade?"

In the corner of the Gryffindor common room, Loren looked speechless. He had just returned from brewing potions in the Room of Requirement when Harry caught him and asked him eagerly about homework in various subjects.

Harry chuckled and said, "I also want to do it myself, but Wood requires us to practice harder on weekends. I also have to go to Professor Lupin to learn the Patronus Charm. There is no extra time to allocate to homework."

The other Quidditch players had just come back from outside and were scattered throughout the common room, taking advantage of the weekend to relax with their friends. It happened that George and Fred heard what Harry said.

"That's right!"

"It's all Wood's fault!"

The twins shouted loudly and came over. George put his arm around Harry's shoulders and praised him for copying his homework: "You're right, Harry. Sometimes life is full of helplessness. We can't do both." all."

"Even good people like me and Fred must make sacrifices for Quidditch." Fred put his arm around Loren's shoulders and pretended to be George. He turned and shouted to the girl not far away. , "You think so, Angelina?"

Angelina, a chaser on the Quidditch team, rolled her eyes and didn't give him any face: "It turns out that you two made a sacrifice by copying my homework. I didn't know about it."

The little wizards around them laughed heartily.

Oliver Wood walked up and knocked each of the twins on the head: "When I leave next year, let's see which new captain can tolerate you two. Oh no, just wait until Halloween to recruit new ones. Let me recruit the right one." If you are a hitter, I will remove you two from the team!"

Ron even stopped playing wizard chess, stood up and shouted: "That's right, kick these two pests off the team!"

Fred and George ran over to teach Ron a lesson, sparking laughter in the common room.

While Loren was explaining his scrawled handwriting to Harry from time to time, a group of little witches shrouded in a melancholy atmosphere came into the portrait hole.

Lavender hid in Parvati's arms, her shoulders shaking as if she was sobbing quietly.

Hermione walked at the back of the roommates, with a depressed and angry expression on her face, and her lips pursed, looking very unfair.

As the little witches watched, Parvati put her arms around Lavender and went upstairs, followed by several little witches who were close to her.

The depressed Hermione walked over to Loren and sat down, bumped his shoulder with her head, and took the initiative to explain before he asked: "Today is October 16th. You know, Trelawney predicted Lavender Will be subjected to her worst fears.”

"Ah?" Loren was a little curious, "What happened?"

"Lavender received a letter from her mother. Her pet rabbit Binky was bitten to death by a fox, and then we went to find Professor Trelawney together..." Hermione gritted her teeth angrily, "As a result, she And trying to deceive Lavender!"

"What's wrong?"

"She actually said that this was exactly what she had foreseen with her third eye, that she had warned Lavender, and blamed Lavender for not being prepared." The little witch looked extremely angry: "She also said that this was destined. Things cannot be changed in the future!”

Loren looked at the toothy Hermione and smiled, like an angry little squirrel, which didn't look intimidating.

Harry, who was immersed in copying his homework, raised his head with a confused expression: "Does this mean that Professor Trelawney will really predict? Does this also mean that I will encounter an ominous death?"

"No!" Hermione interrupted simply, "Trelawney just happened to meet him! Binky the rabbit is a baby bunny, and Lavender has never been afraid of Binky's death before!"

Loren thought for a while, but felt that this could be regarded as a prophecy, and nodded thoughtfully.

"Loren, do you still remember the prophecy she made last semester about the meal of thirteen people?" Hermione said firmly, "I have understood her trick. Her prophecy is just an ambiguous guess, regardless of the outcome. No matter what, she can always say that she is right."

Harry blinked: "So, my death is ominous?"

Hermione frowned and looked at Harry, and said slowly while thinking: "She only said that you would encounter something bad, but she didn't say what the bad luck was. Maybe it was a mutton chop that got stuck on you while you were eating dinner, or maybe it was something bad. You stumbled during Quidditch practice..."

Hermione's eyes suddenly lit up and she raised her voice slightly: "Or maybe you have already encountered something bad, do you remember?"

Loren also remembered and looked at Harry thoughtfully.

"Huh?" Harry was still confused.

"The night we flew out of school together on a Hippogriff!" Hermione said quickly, "You met a dementor and fell from Buckbeak, that was an ominous death!"

As she spoke, Hermione slowed down her speech and slowly opened her eyes. She tried to convince others that Professor Trelawney was a liar, but she unexpectedly verified Trelawney's prophecy like a scam.

Recalling the true prophecies Trelawney had made, and thinking about Trelawney's deception, Hermione was completely confused, and she looked at Loren in confusion.

"Professor Trelawney's prophecies have indeed come true in part, but if you think carefully about the prophecies she made in the first class in a pretentious manner, Neville's grandma, Parvati and the red-haired man, Lavender is most afraid of Things..."

Loren said unhurriedly, "There is no doubt that these are really just language games to disguise themselves. Just like I can predict now, what Ron is looking forward to will happen after Halloween, and Harry will die in the future. threaten."

"Hey!" Harry looked at him dissatisfied, "Why me again?"

Hermione had already understood these prophecies: "Because you have a sworn enemy in the distant Ilvermorny, who may be planning how to take revenge on you."

Harry was stunned for a moment, then asked unconvinced: "What about Ron, why is his prophecy a good thing?"

Hermione spread her hands and explained: "Because Quidditch selections, Transfiguration Club recruitment... these interesting activities are all around Halloween, so there must be something he is looking forward to."

"There is also the activity week to Hogsmeade!" Ron suddenly came out from behind and put his hand on Harry's shoulder. He had just killed Seamus with just one step, and he was very proud at the moment.

Ron sat down next to Harry and yelled: "I thought you had seen through Professor Trelawney a long time ago. To be honest, any serious subject requires students to make up their own unlucky things. The more unlucky they are, the higher the score." .”

"That's right." Loren bumped Hermione's shoulder lightly with his shoulder. "Professor Trelawney may really predict, but as she said herself, seeing the future with the Third Eye is a kind of innate ability. Innate talent cannot be learned and taught, so..."

Hermione opened her mouth, wanting to say something, but couldn't.

Shaking slightly after being hit by this man, the golden chain hanging around her neck made a crisp sound. Hermione held the golden hourglass on her chest and pursed her lips thoughtfully.

The weekend passed uneventfully. Loren's "Wolfsbane Potion-Leopard Skin Flower Change" was progressing satisfactorily, and the Fire Curse was progressing smoothly. Apart from Hermione having to comfort Lavender with her roommate, she had no other regrets.

…

Jingle Bell--

When the bell rang, Professor McGonagall stopped the little wizards who were about to take off: "Please wait a moment! Children, I believe you have all seen the notice on the bulletin board. This is the first year that the activity week has been carried out, and you have not yet submitted your forms. Remember before Halloween..."

The third grade students had never been to Hogsmeade before. Professor McGonagall patiently explained all the precautions one by one. Except for the dementors, he especially emphasized the importance of the permission form, which must be signed by a parent or guardian.

Except for Neville who took a while to find the permission form from the middle of the textbook, almost no young wizard in the class was worried about it, and Harry had Sirius sign it early.

So on the way to the auditorium for dinner after class, every student was happily talking loudly about what to do in Hogsmeade first.

Hermione had something to ask Professor McGonagall, so Loren waited at the door of the classroom for a few minutes.

"Let's go!" Hermione came out of the office with a relaxed smile on her face, as if she had shaken off a heavy burden. Even her steps were light, bouncing as she walked.

"The divination class has also been cancelled?" Loren tilted his neck and looked at it. The golden hourglass hanging on the gold chain was gone. He felt a little regretful because he hadn't had time to experience it yet.

"Yeah!" Hermione nodded heavily and said with a smile, "I thought Professor McGonagall would be disappointed with me, but I didn't expect that she also agreed with my approach and said that she should have done this a long time ago. You should quit divination before doing research on melons.”

"It sounds like Professor McGonagall has a long-standing complaint against Professor Trelawney."

Hermione tugged at his sleeve and shook it: "After all, Transfiguration requires rigor and carefulness, and Prophecy class..."

The little witch wrinkled her nose and shook her head. Her little appearance looked like a true transfiguration professor.

The joy and ease made the girl couldn't help but tiptoe as she walked down the stairs. Loren took out a box of finger biscuits from nowhere and kept making a squeaking sound in his mouth.

Hermione was humming an unknown melody. Seeing this, she subconsciously muttered: "It's going to be lunch soon. What kind of biscuits should I eat at this time?"

Loren didn't reply and handed over a biscuit.

Unsuspecting and in a happy mood, Hermione opened her mouth and was put into something cold.

The cheerful steps and melody stopped. Hermione looked back, her expression dull, and smacked her lips: "Man, mandrake?"

Loren nodded and said happily: "Since you don't need the time turner anymore, come practice the Animagus rituals with me."

"..."

Hermione was completely stunned. She pointed to the auditorium in front of her, and then pointed to her mouth.

"That's right!" Loren had a bright smile on his face, "It's going to be lunch soon, and I'm afraid you won't have a good meal."

"Loren! Morgan!"

"You're welcome, I should have done it."