The days of hanging out at Hogwarts

This was the heaviest rain of the year, and the howling wind only abated a little in the middle of the night.

In the early morning, the whistling wind blew in his ears. Loren felt a gust of cold wind blowing on the back of his neck. He sat up suddenly and looked to the side. It was Peeves, who loved to play pranks.

I don't know where it got into the bedroom, lying next to the pillow and blowing into Loren's ear.

After waking up Loren, Peeves chuckled and hung upside down from the shelf of the four-poster bed by his paws, shouting triumphantly: "Second! Second!"

Loren yawned, picked up the wand next to him and waved it towards Peeves. The window of the dormitory suddenly opened, and a strong air flow swirled. The whirlwind carried Peeves, and threw it away with a clanking sound. Out the window.

The noise outside the window suddenly became clear, including the roar of thunder, the sound of strong wind hitting the castle walls, and the sound of branches snapping in the distant Forbidden Forest.

As the cold air swept in, Ron, Seamus and Neville grumbled a few times and shrank deeper into the bed.

Loren saw that Harry's bed next door was empty, and thought of the second thing Peeves had just shouted: "It looks like Harry was the first one to be woken up."

He conveniently placed a confinement spell on the window to prevent Peeves from coming in and causing trouble again.

After Loren washed and changed his clothes, he went downstairs and saw Hermione already waiting on the sofa in the common room.

This scene has happened many times. Considering someone's tendency to sleep in, Hermione did not stipulate when he must get up to join. If she got up early and waited a little longer, occasionally Loren would get up earlier than Hermione. Wait here.

Hermione didn't spend much time taking care of her hair on the weekend. Her fluffy hair was tied up with a branch-style hairband, leaving a few strands hanging in front of her forehead, and the rest hanging behind her head. Against her smooth skin, she smiled brightly. Generous temperament.

Like a ray of sunshine in a rainy day, it makes people's eyes brighten.

"Good morning." Hermione put away the book in her hand and smoothed the hair hanging around her ears.

Loren's eyes softened and a smile appeared on his lips: "Good morning Hermione!"

"Did you write a letter?"

"..."

"I'm asking you, have you finished writing the letter to Mr. Bates?" Hermione repeated it word for word, her voice was soft and particularly pleasant, but she had no emotion and was a bit cold.

"Emmm..." Loren pondered for a moment and then explained, "I stayed up late last night waiting for Neville. Neville comforted him until late at night after he came back, so I forgot about it."

Hermione: "..."

She knew that she must tell Mr. Bates when she went back and let him teach this man a lesson.

Hermione sighed helplessly: "Write now. After breakfast, we will go to the Owlery and come back just in time for the Quidditch match to start."

Loren chuckled twice, took out a pen and paper, squatted down on the table and started writing a letter, stopping from time to time to think about the wording.

"How about taking a look at what you wrote and lending it to me for reference?"

"No!" the girl suddenly screamed, with unnatural embarrassment in her voice.

"If it doesn't work, it won't work. Why is it so bad..." Loren muttered, slowly turning his head and looking at Hermione thoughtfully.

There were still a few hours before the start of Quidditch, and there were no classes on the weekend, so the castle was empty in the early morning, with no one around in the nice weather that was suitable for sleeping.

After writing the letter and having breakfast, the two of them put on the enhanced waterproof head-bubble charm and walked to the owl loft under their umbrellas.

Loren held the umbrella, glanced at her storage pendant, and said tentatively: "Give me the letter. I have a thickened envelope here. I will definitely not let the letter get wet in the wind and rain."

Hermione was unmoved: "Hanhan will protect the letter."

She regretted a little and accidentally exposed the flaw. From the time she finished writing the letter to leaving the castle after breakfast, this person had various ideas to read her letter.

Hiss...it's not easy to lie.

Loren's eyes were rolling, thinking about how to find out the contents of some letters.

It wasn't that he had to read the letters written by Hermione. He had never thought of reading them when they wrote letters together in the past, but it was different this time. The more Hermione concealed it, the more curious he became.

Entering the owl hut, Loren, who was very thoughtful, took three steps and paused every five steps, caressing the owls on the shelf from left to right. He would stop to say a few words and praise the cute ones when he met them; When it comes to the little owl who has just joined, he will show off his style and give a few words of encouragement in a matter-of-fact way.

Just after he finished stroking a little owl, Loren walked back to Hermione from the nearby shelf and said nonchalantly: "The Quidditch match is about to start. Why don't you give me the letter and go back first. I'll chat with Hanhan. How about I go to the stadium stands to find you the next day?"

Hermione shook her head expressionlessly and refused, looking very patient and not impatient at all.

So Loren dragged Hermione along and slowly came to Hanhan...

Hermione watched patiently as one person and one bird acted out the drama of master-servant love.

Facing the crazy owner, Hanhan was a little confused, but no smart owl would refuse the massage and snacks delivered to his door.

While cooperating with its owner, it enjoys a good time and purrs from its throat in comfort.

After cleaning Hanhan's little paws for the third time, Loren had to give up the idea of ​​reading the letter and watched Hanhan fly out of the shed with Hermione and his letter.

When leaving the Owlhouse, the whistles and cheers of the Quidditch pitch came through the wind and rain. Loren pricked up his ears to listen, frowned and said, "It's all your fault that we missed the start of the game. .”

"..."

Hermione pursed her lips and was silent for a few seconds, took deep breaths several times, and finally couldn't hold back the anger and laughed: "Yes, if someone hadn't comforted dozens of owls and massaged Hanhan's body several times before setting off, It’s hard for us to miss the start of the game! Don’t you think so, Mr. Morgan?”

Listening to the girl's angry retort, Loren chuckled a few times indifferently: "It's okay, it's okay, I don't blame you, I can catch up now."

"..."

boom--

After giving him an elbow, Hermione suddenly felt relieved both physically and mentally.

The biting wind and rain became more and more noisy.

The brooms on the Quidditch field shuttled through the wind and rain, and water dropped from the players' faces. It was hard to tell whether it was sweat or rain. The students in the stands shouted "Come on," and their hoarse voices seemed to briefly shake the wind and rain away. .

The narration was by the old host, Lee Jordan, who occasionally interspersed it with Professor McGonagall's instructions...which were a bit loud.

The two walked under the stands. Loren put away his umbrella, raised his head and squinted his eyes to look up at the sky, and said to Hermione: "Don't you think those dark clouds are moving a little fast?"

"Dark clouds?" Hermione followed his gaze and exclaimed sharply, "That's a dementor!"

"Harry——"

The pitch suddenly erupted into violent screams, followed by the sound of Dumbledore chanting a curse.

The strong silver-white patron saint light bloomed silently. The light was like a sharp sword, splitting through the layers of rain curtains and piercing into the thick dark clouds, as if the sun was rising from the ground to the sky.

Harry's consciousness was blurred in mid-air, and a familiar chill enveloped his whole body. The cold rain seemed to pour into his chest, cutting into his internal organs.

Inexplicably, he remembered the night when Voldemort attacked his parents, and his mother's pleading and dying cries.

Damn it, it's the Dementors again!

Harry passed out, and gravity pulled his body toward the ground. The world was shrouded in light.

The old principal's Patronus Charm was shocking, and there was a craze for learning the Patronus Charm among the young wizards.

Gryffindor lost its Seeker, and Cedric caught the Snitch without much difficulty. The little Hufflepuff wizards who won the game were very troubled. The victory was not fair enough, and they did not have enough confidence to apply for a rematch - after all, before Harry fell, Gryffindor had a huge lead.

However, the final decision rested with Cedric. Without much hesitation, he went to Professor Sprout and Professor McGonagall to apply for a rematch next week.

…

After dinner, Loren and Hermione went to the school doctor's office to visit the injured Harry.

After saying hello to Madam Pomfrey, when the two entered the ward, Ron and Ginny were already guarding the room.

With Dumbledore present, Harry was uninjured and had woken up. He was half-lying on the bedside talking to Ron.

Ginny sat on the bedside, quietly peeling the apple in her hand. She seemed to want to peel the apple into long strips, but every time Harry looked over, her hand holding the knife trembled slightly. , the apple skin is cut off like this.

Ron held a licorice magic wand in his mouth, and without caring about the patient's mood, he shouted carelessly: "Harry, you must not become a professional Quidditch player after graduation."

"Why?" Harry was stunned, "I have really considered becoming a professional player, and Captain Wood said I am very suitable."

Ron explained seriously: "Your talent is suitable, but your luck is not. Think about it, how many Quidditch games have you participated in since the first grade? Every time, there was an accident that almost killed you. .”

Ginny's hands trembled as she peeled the apple, and the skin broke again. She raised her head and looked at Harry with a horrified expression.

Quirrell's murder, Dobby's unique protection, Lockhart's treatment, and this time the dementors... Harry silently recalled the football games he had participated in, and felt a little embarrassed. He felt that Ron was talking a little bit. reason.

"Harry, don't listen to his nonsense. Captain Wood will be sad to lose you as a seeker."

Loren and Hermione opened the white curtain and walked in slowly.

"Loren, Hermione, good evening!"

"Good evening."

"Good evening."

Ginny's eyes lit up, and she pulled Hermione to sit next to her. She peeled an apple and chatted quietly, leaving space for a few boys.

Loren sat down next to him: "Don't worry, Harry, Cedric has applied for a rematch next week."

Harry looked happy. If Wood's wish for the final year was shattered because of him, he really didn't know how to face the old captain of the team.

Harry exclaimed excitedly: "Cedric is such a good man!"

"I hope that in the rematch, those dementors will become good dementors with kind hearts and chivalrous demeanor." Ron snapped the licorice wand with a click.

"Dementors!" Harry gritted his teeth angrily, "This is the third time! I really want to teach them a lesson and break their nose bones with my fists!"

But remembering that every time he got close to a Dementor, he would fall into unconsciousness quickly. Harry was a little discouraged, with depression written all over his face.

"Aren't you taking extra classes with Professor Lupin every week? How are you doing with the Patronus Charm?" Loren asked.

"Don't mention it." Harry said dully, "I always can't get excited when facing the dementors that Boggarts turn into. Although I can release the brilliance of the Patronus,... you know, it's like dueling practice. It's different from a real duel.

"I mentioned to the professor about using real dementors to practice, but Professor Lupine said that it was too dangerous, and the dementors are employees of the Ministry of Magic and cannot be easily captured for training."

"Practical practice..." Loren nodded thoughtfully.

I wonder if the Boggart he controls can be used as a practical exercise.

…

The Room of Requirement simulates the Slytherin Head of House's office.

The crucible on the table was boiling slightly and bubbling. A rectangular box covered with black cloth stood next to it, shaking slightly from time to time.

Behind the desk, Loren lay down in a comfortable rocking chair, the fantasy book in his arms glowing with a faint silver light.

In the library of the Book of Fantasy, the crimson flames surged endlessly, burning more and more fiercely, and even turned a little black in color.

The transparent space was slightly distorted by the fluctuations of the heat wave. Even if some bookshelves were not affected by the flames, the books on the shelves were scorched to the point where they began to curl, turned black and carbonized, and were quickly reduced to ashes in the sea of ​​​​fire that spread over.

The strong flames gathered together, and the ash snake that burned everything was gestated in the fire ball, with its long and thick body and the shape of its scales looming.

Seeing the flames continuously spurting out from the tip of the wand, Loren held his breath and concentrated on feeling the feedback from the wand, controlling the turbulent flow of flames to gradually become smaller and thinner...

Sigh——

The moment before the fierce fire output was completely turned off, the flames lost control again and returned to their original state of endless flow, with lush and rapid flames spurting from the tip of the wand.

Loren calmly threw the fire-breathing wand into the flames. The applewood wand quickly turned into ashes, and the source of the fire was lost.

When Loren turned his hand again, an identical wand appeared in his hand. As he waved, the invisible transformation spell fell on the surging sea of ​​fire. Under Loren's will, the flames transformed into tiny snakes.

"it works!"

Loren's face was filled with joy. Just when he was trying to control the snakes to swim in the direction he wanted, the transformation technique suddenly went out of control. The densely packed snakes spread out in all directions, rapidly expanding the area of ​​​​the flames.

The blazing wave of fire rushed toward his face, announcing that his practice of controlling the fire had failed again.

Loren was not surprised and began to use counter-spells and ending spells to try to extinguish the fire. After the two were in a stalemate for more than ten minutes, the library was completely reduced to a hell of flames.

Watching Loren restart the library, Flamel said in a resentful tone: "If you want to practice the Fire Spell, there are more scenes for you to burn in the duel room, so why do you have to burn down the library?"

Loren smiled and said, "It feels like burning the library will be more enjoyable."