The days of hanging out at Hogwarts

After barely picking up the energy and sending Loren out the door, Lupine sat back on the chair. Under the dim candlelight, the dynamic photos on the newspaper were blurred into shaking gray-white blocks...

The "Werewolf Code of Conduct" was promulgated in 1637. According to the code, werewolves need to sign a promise not to attack others and lock themselves in a safe place every month. In the days before and after the full moon, you need to stay away from markets and villages...

The regulations in the document are not very strict. Werewolves need to take the initiative to report to the Ministry of Magic and consciously abide by the regulations.

A few werewolves believed this rhetoric and took the initiative to register and confess their werewolf identities, registering their names and personal characteristics. However, the consequences that followed were somewhat unexpected -

The Ministry of Magic has released information on registered werewolves.

So the vendors in the market began to refuse to sell werewolves things, such as black bread, fresh vegetables and fruits, dry firewood and coal; the waiters in the tavern began to refuse to serve werewolves. If a werewolf was sitting at the bar drinking, even the most sane person Unclear drunkards will also take the initiative to stay away and create an open space.

Then there are various unclear cases with suspects. If the livestock of a house dies and escapes, it must be a werewolf; if a child falls into the chimney, it must be a werewolf; theft, robbery, murder ...The werewolves suddenly became the closest people to the Aurors.

After this situation continued for a period of time, the "Werewolf Code of Conduct" became empty talk, and no werewolf was willing to take the initiative to reveal his identity.

For a long time after that, wizarding governments in various countries began to consciously restrict the range of werewolves' activities, in an attempt to let them slowly die out over a long period of time.

However, no one expected that the number of werewolves not only did not decrease, but increased, and now they have become a force that cannot be ignored.

Lupine is not worried about his future. With Dumbledore's guarantee and Loren's help, he can control his werewolf disease at any time with the help of the Philosopher's Stone. But he also knew that this treatment method could only save a few werewolves...

The wandering experience of the past few decades made it difficult for Lupine Remus to ignore the changes taking place in the werewolf group, and he could not ignore the possible hidden conspiracy behind the changes.

Fifteen minutes, or half an hour, Lu Ping couldn't remember how long he sat there. After hearing the clock on the wall chime the hour, Lu Ping got up, packed up the table, and walked towards the school doctor's office with the Wolfsbane potion in his arms.

…

Half an hour before lights out.

Loren came out of the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor's office and encountered the portrait of the knight Sir Cadogan. He accompanied the knight and his gray pony on an expedition all the way to the entrance of Gryffindor Tower.

From a distance, I saw Harry sitting at the door of the Portrait Cave, holding his head in his hands, looking sad, and sighing melancholy from time to time.

The fat lady in pink silk clothes leaned her head against the picture frame and patiently enlightened him: "Let me tell you, little guy, there is nothing to be sad about at your age. You still have a few decades to taste delicious food." Wine, you can enjoy the warm sunshine and gentle wind——"

As the Fat Lady spoke, she couldn't help but clasp her hands and sing.

Harry sighed and said deeply: "You will know when you are my age."

"..."

The Fat Lady paused in her singing and hid silently behind the stone in the portrait.

Loren smiled, trotted over to him and squatted down, looking in the direction of his gaze: "What happened? The invincible Seeker Harry Potter is not inside to attend the celebration party. He is alone. Cold air blowing outside the common room?”

Harry remained motionless, his eyes were indifferent, and his tone was as deep as a philosopher: "People like you will never understand."

"I just like Qiu Zhang, but now I'm heartbroken." Loren said carelessly as he sat down with one leg sideways.

Harry's philosophical temperament was instantly shattered. He looked around in a panic and breathed a sigh of relief after confirming that no one else heard him.

Harry's eyes changed and he looked at Loren. After a moment of silence, he tentatively asked, "Mind reading?"

"It's Legilimency." Seeing Harry's face turn red instantly, Loren couldn't help but smile and said, "I lied to you, do you believe this?"

Harry was stunned for a moment, sighed and then lowered his head again, seemingly silent.

Loren didn't care. He supported his upper body with both hands and looked up. His eyes narrowed and he looked at the ceiling of the corridor and said, "Harry, have you ever thought about whether you really like Qiu Zhang?"

"Of course!" Harry responded simply, his tone a little urgent, as if he was trying to prove himself.

"Then what do you like about her?"

"she--"

Harry was stunned. He opened his mouth and suddenly realized that he couldn't answer the question.

"Let me tell you..." Loren's voice was very soft, even with the echo in the long and narrow corridor, "You and Qiu Zhang met on the Quidditch pitch, oh, no, both You can’t say that you know her. You just learned her name from other people. Qiu Zhang may also know you. After all, you are Harry Potter, the savior who survived. There are very few people in the wizarding world who don’t know you, or war. The invincible youngest Seeker, no one in Hogwarts doesn’t know you..."

"You and Qiu Zhang have never spoken a word or two in total. You don't know her habits, her personality, and what kind of pudding she likes to eat... In short, you quickly decided that you like her. You have never known her. I haven’t thought about what I like about her.”

Loren turned to look at him: "Do you like her appearance?"

Harry thought about it carefully, nodded, and then quickly shook his head.

"Yes." Loren smiled, "Qiu Zhang is very beautiful, but there are girls in Hogwarts who are more beautiful than her. So do you like her identity?"

"Identity?" Harry was a little confused, "What identity?"

"Asian, Ravenclaw, Seeker...all kinds of identities."

Harry was lost in thought, and after a moment he raised his head and looked at Loren even more confused, neither nodding nor shaking his head.

"Look, you don't understand her character. You don't like her because of her appearance, or because of her identity." Loren paused for a moment, leaving some time for Harry to think, "Then what do you like? Woolen cloth?"

…

In the noisy Gryffindor common room, the little wizards were celebrating today's victory.

Defeating Hufflepuff and defeating Ravenclaw means that as long as they defeat Slytherin, this year's Academy Cup will also be won by Gryffindor.

The hard-drawn fireworks purchased from Hogsmeade at the end of last month came in handy. The sound of crackling explosions and various colored smokes were non-stop. All kinds of candies were sprinkled like raindrops, and the air was full of sweetness. The fragrance.

After the cream cake was cut, Fred and George took the lead in starting the battlefield, wiping their hands with cream on other people's faces, not sparing anyone in sight. The farce stopped until Wood and Percy got their faces smeared all over and got mad together.

The Liba fireworks were still going off, but the little wizards had restrained themselves a lot, and the celebration gradually returned to normal.

"Hermione, have you seen Harry, and Loren?"

Lee Jordan, whose face was smeared with cream, looked for Hermione who was reading in the corner of the lounge, with an excited smile on his face, "Today's commentary was so exciting. I must ask him for advice next time." It will definitely come in handy when I go to Slytherin."

Hermione was silent for a moment and advised: "Loren has been banned from the commentary box by Professor McGonagall. I think it's best for you not to imitate his commentary style."

"Hehe... you don't know this, right?" Lee Jordan squeezed his eyebrows and said proudly, "If I can explain a game like Loren did, Hogwarts will definitely leave a legend of mine, even if I'm willing to never commentate on Quidditch games again."

Seeing his longing look, Hermione wisely stopped trying to persuade him: "Loren is out and I don't know when he will come back. You'd better find him tomorrow."

"What a pity..." Li Jordan shook his head and walked away. The pure white cream was printed on his dark skin, looking particularly funny.

Hermione closed her book and looked at the clock on the wall.

After some calculations, it was almost time for Loren to come back, and she also wanted to ask about Professor Lupine's condition. There are many things that are difficult to say in a crowded common room...

Hermione thought for a moment and decided to wait outside for Loren to come back.

After pushing past the Gryffindors who were celebrating their victory, Hermione came to the exit of the lounge. Just as Hermione was about to crawl into the portrait hole tunnel and push the door out, she suddenly saw a figure crouching behind the stone door——

The common room was full of excitement and joy, the explosions of Libian fireworks kept going off, and the little wizards were laughing and noisy under the bright lights. It was completely different from the joyful atmosphere behind. The little girl was huddled in the shadow behind the portrait hole. Where the light could not reach, there were faint traces of tears on the ground that had not dried.

Hermione felt that it was a bit bad to break such a thing, so she subconsciously turned around and wanted to leave, but after thinking about it, she stayed.

The autumn magic robe is slightly thicker, and the sleeves are embroidered with long straight lines of red and gold colors. He must have been huddled here since he came back from outside, and he didn't have time to change clothes. The fiery red-haired little person has a standard beauty face, about the size of a palm, with some baby fat that is not spread out. It looks like the chin has only a slight curvature, fair skin, and a few playful freckles - better than him My brother is much less.

Hermione felt that there were few girls in the whole school who were prettier than Ginny, and she was cheerful and generous, with the traditional character of the Weasley family. According to Lavender and Parvati, she would definitely be deeply loved in the future. Loved by other boys.

And now, this beautiful Miss Weasley is huddled here lonely, looking depressed.

Hermione vaguely guessed something, but wasn't entirely sure. She walked over and squatted next to Ginny, patting her shoulder comfortingly.

Just when she was about to say something to comfort Ginny, she suddenly heard a familiar voice coming from outside:

"Then what do you like?"

Ginny's ears twitched as her head was buried in her arms, and she suddenly raised her head, her beautiful brown eyes shining in the shadows.

…

"Ah? What do you like..."

Only then did Harry realize that what he thought he liked all along was completely untrue.

Qiu Zhang’s appearance, temperament, identity...

He seemed to like them all, but he was extremely sure that he didn't like Qiu Zhang because of these.

Loren put his arm around Harry and patted his shoulder: "You and Qiu Zhang are not familiar with each other at all, and it's not that you like her, it's just that many qualities in her just attract you. Maybe after getting to know each other in depth, you I will really like Qiu Zhang, but not now."

Harry blinked: "What trait?"

"Hmm..." Loren thought for a moment, "She's pretty, likes Quidditch, is a seeker, has good grades... and so on. Anyway, these are the things you can see at a glance."

After such an explanation, Harry felt that the irritability and depression in his heart seemed to have dissipated a lot. After thinking about Loren's words, he couldn't help complaining: "Listening to what you said, I seem to be a superficial guy. .”

"It's not like that, it's just that." Loren came to the conclusion loudly and patted his shoulder with her palm, "Imagine if there was a girl about your age, very beautiful and with good grades. , and by coincidence, she likes Quidditch very much, she is a seeker like you, and her skills are also very good... Would you be interested in liking her?"

Harry thought about it seriously and took into account the conditions Loren mentioned. Shamefully, he found that he was actually a little moved. Harry fell into a strange silence.

Loren laughed twice, bumped Harry's shoulder with his shoulder, and teased playfully: "Really?"

Harry's face began to turn red, from his neck to his ears, and he squeezed out one word from his throat: "Yeah."

Ginny's eyes in the wall were bright, shining like candles on a cake. She grabbed Hermione's hand excitedly, her face also flushed.

Harry was not convinced by being teased by his roommate. He raised his neck and asked: "What about you, what do you like about Hermione?"

"Elementary school student..." Loren sneered vaguely, supported his upper body with both hands again, looked at the torch on the wall, and let out a long breath,

"I like everything about Hermione Granger, her beautiful eyes, her slightly enlarged front teeth..."

"Her intelligence, her somewhat terrible character..."

Harry listened quietly to Loren's triumphant tone of voice as he announced something that sounded a bit unflattering. He couldn't tell how he felt, but he just felt that the joy hidden in that tone was beautiful and made people yearn for it unconsciously.

The last sentence he heard was Loren's summary sentence that tried to be profound but failed: "...Emotions don't come about after meeting a few times or saying a few words, but because we have gone through a long journey together. It’s not a very long journey. In short, it happened unconsciously. Even if you tell me, you won’t understand.”

Loren pushed the stupid Harry, and after giving the password to the Fat Lady, the two returned to the common room.

Looking around, Loren found the little witch reading a book by the fireplace.

Loren sat down next to Hermione and glanced at the cover page of the book: "I'm reading "Transfiguration Today" again. You must have memorized this issue."

"..."

"Why don't you speak?" Loren looked at her suspiciously, "Why is your face so red? Did Lavender and Parvati beat you with cream?"

"No, it's not." Hermione whispered, "The fire in the fireplace is too bright, it's a bit hot."

"Is it hot? It's okay, it's not hot."

Hermione looked at the fireworks rising in the fireplace, the crimson color swirling endlessly, exuding warm heat waves, and that warmth seemed to be flowing into people's hearts along with the heat waves.

The firewood crackled and exploded, and the girl whispered:

"It's hot..."

Here I sincerely recommend a book written by a certain Hermione fan——

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Especially the identity of the leader of Hermione fans is the most reassuring!

It was recommended this week. Please help me read it and I will send it to the second round!