The days of hanging out at Hogwarts

The white long-haired lion cat was fed its breakfast with a dull expression.

At noon, Hermione made a simple lunch. She fried the marinated beef steak from the supermarket for a few minutes, whole-wheat bread and some fruits from the refrigerator. She brought the prepared lunch to the table. She did not start eating lunch. Instead, he turned his attention to the long-haired lion cat lying on the chair.

While Loren lazily felt the magic power in his body slowly passing away, he used his hind legs to push away Crookshanks who was trying to get closer. Since he turned into a cat, Crookshanks has been obsessed with licking his back. The hair on the neck.

"Meow..." Crookshanks was not discouraged after being kicked away. He must seize the rare opportunity to lick his little master's fur.

Loren watched the ginger persimmon face getting closer and closer, and subconsciously increased the strength of his kick, kicking Crookshanks down.

Hermione couldn't help laughing, stretched out her hand to pick up Loren, and rubbed the fluffy and soft hair. Hermione lowered her head and looked at the pair of heterochromatic eyes with bright eyes: "Kitten, kitten, want to eat what?"

"..."

Loren shook his body and jumped out of her arms, ate a few strawberries and walked away.

It turns out that food can't speed up his recovery. It's too embarrassing to eat in cat form, so he can just fill his stomach.

Hermione sighed with some disappointment: "There's nothing to be ashamed of. We are all so familiar. Didn't I drink Polyjuice Potion with cat hair by mistake when I was in second grade?"

"Meow (you were too embarrassed to see anyone at that time)!"

Hermione probably guessed what he meant, laughed a few times, and sat down to eat lunch happily.

…

The sun sets in the west, and there is some bright golden color in the snow-covered world.

Hanhan, who had been wandering outside all day and night, flew into the bedroom with a gray-brown owl. He was the owl postman delivering goods from Diagon Alley. He put down the "Daily Prophet" he had saved this week and took it politely. Hanhan handed over the small bag containing snacks, flapped his wings and left.

The little gray-brown owl raised its neck and didn't look back.

Unlike these domestic salted fish owls, these owls with serious jobs will not indulge in pleasure, and will not delay work even during the Christmas vacation.

Hanhan sent away the guests, dragged the newspaper in front of the hostess, and suddenly looked at the unfamiliar white long-haired lion cat at the table with wide eyes: "Gu Gu!"

"It's very familiar..." Hermione smiled and nodded Hanhan's head, "It's a pity that you weren't here last night, otherwise you would have seen his transformation."

The clever little spectacled owl Hanhan had already recognized the male owner from the familiar smell. He tilted his head and looked at the cat in confusion.

Loren had no expression on his face, turned his head lazily, and pointed his butt at the two guys in protest.

But he probably didn't know that the cat's tail could move on its own. When he turned around, the long fluffy tail swayed restlessly, which was particularly eye-catching.

Hermione originally wanted to concentrate on reading the latest news in the wizarding world and what people in the wizarding community thought of the events in Diagon Alley a few days ago, but the white-haired tail stood up and swayed slowly, and her eyes moved there unknowingly. above the tail.

The plush, fluffy white tail wags, wags, wags...

This reminded Hermione that she once had a cat tail. Loren liked to play with it very much at that time. For some reason, Hermione's heart started to wag with the tail.

Subconsciously, she stretched out her hand and pinched the tail, pressing the fluffy hair tightly with her palm. There were some tight bones under the warm flesh, but overall she had no strength. It was soft, a little slippery, and felt surprisingly comfortable. .

Loren turned his head and bared his teeth at her, trying to scare Hermione into letting her go.

Hermione grabbed the tail with a little force, pouted and complained: "What's wrong? You obviously played with my tail like this when you were in second grade. Why don't you play with it for me?"

Loren: "..."

Weird and impossible to refute.

A few minutes later, the white long-haired lion cat lay on the girl's lap. His white and tender palms were clenched into fists to wrap around the tail. The long tail swayed and slipped out of his hands smoothly.

The soft cat hair scratched across the palm, causing a slight itchiness, but what followed was a strange sense of satisfaction, as if the obsessive-compulsive disorder had been satisfied.

I grabbed the tail again...

He slipped out again...

When it was completely dark outside, Hermione finally came back to her senses, looked at the street lights gradually turning on outside the window, and let out a long sigh of contentment.

It’s really fun!

Satisfied, Hermione began to flip through the newspaper.

Loren, who had a numb expression, was as motionless as a sculpture. I don't know how many times Hermione turned the page, but the pair of heterochromatic eyes finally showed some waves. Hermione watched the white cat's body shake and stagger. When he got to the bed, his limbs began to swell and lengthen in the blink of an eye. The fluffy white hair clung to his body and turned into thick pajamas. The cat turned into a teenager.

Loren rolled out of bed, stared at Hermione with a sullen expression, and said in a voice as emotionless as a black lake: "Hermione - Jane - Granger."

One syllable after another, he even called out his middle name.

"I am here."

Hermione blinked and looked at him innocently.

"You had fun, didn't you?" Loren reached out and held the back of her neck, squeezing gently as a threat.

It didn't hurt at all, but the hand that had just returned to human form was cold. Hermione quickly shrank her neck and shouted in a smiling voice: "Ah, it's cold!"

She did not give in, but protested: "You played with my tail like this when we were in second grade, more than once!"

"Then you go find second-year Loren Morgan. What does it have to do with me?"

The hand on the back of her neck was gradually warmed by her body. Hermione straightened her neck and looked at him confidently: "I won't listen to your nonsense. Anyway, you owe me several times, and you will become Let me play with the cats."

Thinking of this ridiculous and powerless day, Loren felt his cheeks burning, and he wished he could cast a forgetting spell on Hermione. In anger, he put both hands up, pinched Hermione's neck, and shook her head quickly, Trying to physically delete today's memory.

"Don't mention it again, forget it all, forget it all!"

"I don't, you're going to turn into a cat!" Hermione protested dazedly.

The two of them pushed and shoved each other, but in the end they couldn't tell the winner. They lay down on the quilt exhausted and panted.

Loren didn't eat much for a day, and the strenuous exercise made him pant out of breath: "Hermione Granger, just wait. When you learn the Animagus, I will make you look good."

Hermione tried her best to not look so arrogant, her lips kept moving, but the smile on her lips could not go away: "Oh, Mr. Morgan, I must remind you that Animagus can control his own at any time. form, I can change back to human form at any time.”

Loren: "..."

Feeling even more angry, Loren was silent for a while and said quietly: "Then I won't wait for the Animagus. I will work hard to study human body transformation, try to turn you into a cat and teach you a lesson."

Hermione's smile suddenly froze. She felt that with Loren's magical talent, this matter might soon become a reality.

"Loren, it is immoral to use human body transformation to turn others into animals. The professors at Hogwarts have never used corporal punishment on students in this way..." Hermione advised calmly, trying to divert her very rationally. Loren paid attention, "Let's talk about your transformation talent..."

Hermione's mind was spinning rapidly, and she quickly came up with a few key questions: "Can I transform freely through practice in the future? Can I transform into other animals?"

Loren laughed coldly, which made Hermione's heart pound. Fortunately, he did not continue the topic of human transformation: "It should be controllable. As for turning into other animals, I don't have a definite answer now."

"I think you can give it a try..."

Hermione seemed like a good person who thought about Loren wholeheartedly, helping him analyze various possibilities and make various suggestions.

…

In the library of the Book of Fantasy.

White long-haired lion cat Loren Morgan tried to walk upright on two cat feet, but fell to the wooden floor after taking only a few steps.

"..."

Flamel showed an interesting expression, put down the opera book in his hand, and his illusory body floated over, approaching the lion cat with a smile on his face, "Is this Morgan's transformation talent?"

Loren, who failed to walk upright, lay on the floor, his eyes dull.

I'm numb... I have no idea what the function of turning into a cat is, my combat power is completely weakened, and I can't use magic yet.

He probably knows why many wizards ignore the magic of Animagus. In terms of combat effectiveness, animals without magical power are basically useless in duels. If there is a need for animals to fight, transfiguration is more suitable. In terms of concealment ability, it is not as good as the Disguise Charm. Animagus can only be used in rare special circumstances where the wand is lost.

Flamel circled the lion cat several times, with a soft silver light in his eyes: "It is rumored that many ancient wizards have the ability to transform into animals. Unlike Animagus, they can transform into animals." Being a different kind of animal...I used to think it was some kind of ancient magical transfiguration, but now it seems like it's a unique gift."

Loren reluctantly stood up on the cat's hind limbs, moved his neck, and concentrated on sensing the strange magic in his body.

Although he lost his magic vision and could not directly observe the magic power, he could vaguely feel that the magic power was different from his normal magic power. It was weaker in intensity and different in nature.

When he transformed in the Book of Fantasy, he noticed that the process was similar to when he cast a transformation spell on himself. The magic power played a role in maintaining the transformation, but he had no sense of the spells and spell-casting rituals during the casting process. Just like the instinct of drinking water and swallowing, everything is natural.

And currently it can only transform into a long-haired lion cat.

It was impossible to communicate with the magic power using the normal method of controlling magic power, but it was not completely uncontrollable. In some casual moments during the day, he had a fleeting connection with the magic power.

It feels like practice makes perfect…

Loren shook his head to get rid of the chaotic thoughts. The lion cat standing on two legs disappeared from the place. The next moment, the humanoid Loren reappeared.

"I didn't master the transformation skills, so I refreshed my status by exiting the Book of Fantasy and then coming back in..."

Flamel looked at the high-spirited expression on Loren's face, with a bit of surprise in his eyes: "Are you planning to practice it repeatedly and master it as soon as possible?"

"No, I plan to study human body deformation!" Loren said viciously.

Flamel: "..."

…

January 1994, one week before the end of Christmas break at Hogwarts, and one week after Loren turned into a cat.

After breakfast, in a villa in Hampstead Gardens on the outskirts of the city.

"Loren, I'm going out to play. Look after the house and remember to go play with Hermione!" Bates stood in front of the mirror in the dressing room. He pushed his gray hair into three-quarter parts with his right hand. He held the setting spray in his left hand and pressed it with his index finger - —

呲——呲——

The strong and suffocating fragrance spread. Loren, who was standing by the door, quickly took a few steps away, wrinkled his nose in disgust, and flapped his palms to try to dispel the smell:

"Hey, Grandpa Bates, how old are you and do you still have hair styles?"

Bates laughed a few times: "As you get older, you have to pay more attention to your appearance. If I were as young as you... Hey, why am I telling you this?"

Loren's little face twisted together - Oh no, Grandpa Bates was led astray by someone outside.

Bates walked out of the cloakroom, rubbed Loren's head a few times, and rubbed the spray from his hand onto his head: "I went out to play for your sake, leaving room for you and little Hermione to date."

"Haha..." Loren laughed lightly. If Grandpa Bates' tone was less ridiculing, maybe he would believe it.

"By the way, the projector in the study has been installed. You can invite Hermione to our house to watch a movie..." Bates stood in the living room, putting on a pure wool suit jacket.

"There are a few movies that were released this year in the drawer. The bank manager told me that they haven't been officially released yet. Hermione will definitely like them. Girls like these rare things!"

Loren's eyes twitched a few times: "It's snowing outside, aren't you cold in this?"

"I still have a coat in the car..." Bates shrugged and snorted a few times, "I'm talking to you, don't change the subject, you have to put more thought into chasing girls..."

"Make more delicious food for little Hermione. When watching movies, remember to choose light-hearted comedies, or movies that can make you cry. Remember to hand over tissues thoughtfully, like a gentleman...Thrilling horror movies are even better choices... …”

"Let's go quickly..." Loren couldn't listen any more. He put his hands on Grandpa Bates' back and pushed him several steps toward the garage.

"Smelly boy..."

Grandpa Bates walked away laughing and cursing.

In fact, there was no need for Loren to go next door to invite Hermione. After hearing the sound of Grandpa Bates driving away, Hermione would take the initiative to knock on the door of the neighbor's house next door before long.

If it hadn't been for the sudden cat incident a few days ago, Hermione wouldn't have even walked through the door. After breakfast, she would have directly apparated into someone's bedroom.