The days of hanging out at Hogwarts

On Wednesday, the first years of Gryffindor had two classes this morning, Herbology and Charms.

Herbal medicine is considered a labor class. After one morning, the first-year students are all wilted and they don't have enough energy to eat.

"Hermione, during class, can you please stop forcing us to cast spells your way?" Ron kept poking at the steak in front of him with his fork.

After the night outing, the relationship between the two of them got better. Everyone got along with each other in a much more relaxed manner, and they could talk about many things directly.

Hermione next to her shook her hair and turned to look at Ron: "But, you have to admit, my method is effective!"

"Can't Loren cast a spell without following your method?" Ron said confidently.

Next to him, Loren was trying. He stuffed a croissant the size of an adult's fist into his mouth. Hearing this, he turned to Ron and yelled: "Woo, woo, woo!"

Ron looked confused: "What is he talking about?"

"Alas~" Hermione sighed, with a face that she couldn't bear to look at. This person really was hopeless: "He said that he practiced this way at the beginning, and later he became familiar with how to cast spells."

Loren nodded in agreement, "Bah!" He couldn't hold his saliva back.

Hermione couldn't bear it any longer, so she slapped him on the back of the head and knocked out the bread: "Eat well!"

Ron couldn't stand it anymore, so he turned to Harry: "Harry, do you have training this afternoon?"

"Alas~" Harry also sighed, life was hard: "Do you want to come and watch?"

"No." Ron shook his head: "I'm not a Quidditch player. I can finish my homework in this time, and I don't have to catch up with you on weekend nights."

These words were a bit heartbreaking, and Harry felt that the buckwheat bread in his mouth became bitter. Quidditch practices three times a week, which takes up a lot of spare time, and his homework piles up until the weekend.

"Why can't Quidditch players do less homework?" Harry thought this was unfair.

Loren had already wiped out all the bread at this time: "What wonderful things are you thinking about, such as being able to play and not doing homework? You don't even dream about it!"

Someone has to study in his dream, it’s so painful.

At this time, the skylight in the restaurant suddenly opened and many owls flew in. Hedwig threw a broomstick in front of Harry with great effort, and stood beside him angrily, pecking hard at the fruit in front of Harry.

"A broomstick?" Hermione stared at this thing. Fortunately, it was clean and tidy, and the shape was gorgeous enough. Otherwise, if a real broom appeared on the dining table, the meal would be unbearable.

"Professor McGonagall should have bought it for me, but why so fast? I thought it would arrive after Halloween." Harry was a little confused, the delivery speed was too fast.

"This is not an ordinary broomstick!" Ron ignored Harry's doubts and stretched out his hand to gently stroke the smooth broomstick, "Harry! This is the Nimbus 2000, the fastest broomstick at the moment!"

"I regretted it, Harry. I'm going to see you train in the afternoon. Please lend me the Nimbus 2000 and ride it for half an hour."

"Ten minutes is fine!"

"Three minutes is fine!"

Several people just looked at Ron being embarrassed. He was going crazy as if he saw the girl he liked, talking to himself the whole time.

Loren couldn't wait to record this scene, so that she could laugh at him from graduation, and laugh for the rest of her life.

Harry looked at the guest seat, trying to express his gratitude to Professor McGonagall, but Professor McGonagall was not at the guest seat. Harry remembered that he had not seen Dumbledore for several days.

Let's express our gratitude to Professor McGonagall when we get the chance, Harry thought.

…

Calculating the time, Peter Pettigrew's trial should have ended, Dumbledore should have returned, and Loren planned to try his luck in the principal's office.

Arriving in front of the stone statue on the third floor, Loren began to try:

"Lemon Sherbets!"

no response.

"Licorice Wand!"

no response.

"Pile of cockroaches!"

The monster statue jumped aside, and the wall behind it split in half, revealing a spiral staircase.

That's it? Loren smiled proudly, "The principal's office? No difficulty."

As the spiral staircase came to the door, Loren pushed the door open and entered. Dumbledore had already noticed Loren and was not surprised.

"I knew you were coming, Loren." Dumbledore took out the candy from the bag on the table as if entertaining an old friend. He bought it last week and hurriedly went to deal with some things. There was time to eat.

"Professor McGonagall told me that you came to see me after I left." Dumbledore opened a box of hazelnut chocolates and handed it to Loren.

Loren picked one up, peeled off the wrapping paper, and put it into his mouth. The nutty aroma of hazelnuts mixed with the sweet aroma of chocolate seemed to flow into his heart along with the shredded coconut. It was worthy of Dumbledore's certification. .

Loren chewed and said, "I have something to ask the principal to help me with."

Loren began to tell the story of Grandpa Bates, saying that he wanted to buy Wolfsbane potion and borrow the magic stone to help Grandpa Bates cure his illness.

"Mr. Bates is a great man who can stick to his responsibilities for decades, but it is still not his responsibility." Dumbledore was also a little moved.

"Besides, I'm glad you told me about it." Although it was only after the trial of Peter Pettigrew.

Dumbledore looked at the child in front of him. He cared about his relatives and dared to practice. He already showed some flaws, but he believed that he was a good child.

After thinking for a while, Dumbledore said: "I can talk to Snape about the Wolfsbane potion, but in the end you have to convince Professor Snape yourself."

"As for the Philosopher's Stone, I don't know if it can cure werewolves. If it can, this will be something that benefits the magic world."

"I'll write and ask about Nico."

Loren was a little disappointed, but he still wanted to improve Snape's favorability. Fortunately, he kept reading. But if Dumbledore mentioned it, it was unlikely that Snape would refuse.

"Okay." Loren started talking about another thing, "Harry is a little obsessed with the Mirror of Erised. He misses his parents so much."

"Has it affected your normal life?" Dumbledore's tone was not very urgent.

"Fortunately, Quidditch training was delayed for half a day. After we persuaded him, we only visit occasionally at night, but the frequency is a bit frequent."

"I think this problem will get better after he gets to know his real relatives." Dumbledore relaxed and expected much better. Sure enough, friendship is a good medicine for growth and healing trauma.

The child who was born into a pure-blood family twenty years ago was supposed to be a Slytherin, but eventually became a Gryffindor child. He can risk his life for his friends. With him by his side, Harry should be able to grow up healthier.

Dumbledore cracked the chocolate, and Loren had already eaten most of the box. The two began to secretly compete to see who could eat the last chocolate.

Even though he didn't say it out loud, Loren believed that Dumbledore had such a tacit understanding with him.

On the other side, Harry saw the man standing next to Professor McGonagall on the Quidditch pitch, wearing a black coat, with a thin face and bright eyes - Sirius.