The days of hanging out at Hogwarts

In the Defense Against the Dark Arts class, Professor Quirrell's stench surrounded the classroom. Loren, Hermione, Harry and Ron were sitting in the last row.

"Why are you sitting here? I can't even hear what the professor is saying?" Hermione tried hard to prick up her ears, wanting to know the scope of the monster curse.

"To protect your nose." Loren held his head with one hand and tried to spin the quill with the other hand. However, the weight of the quill was too uneven and it would fall on the textbook after one or two turns.

Harry and Ron's eyes were unconsciously attracted by the rotating pen, and they became dizzy.

Harry cheered up: "Those who come early can sit in the back. Seamus came late today, so only the first row is left."

Several people looked towards Simo at the front.

Seamus's position was right next to the podium. Every time Quirrell waved his sleeves, there would be a smell of fermented garlic blowing towards him along the wind. Seamus turned pale and kept lowering his head and covering his nose. Loren noticed Seamus' shoulders that had been shaking and felt that he was about to faint.

By chance, Quirrell waved his sleeves again, and Hermione clearly saw Seamus' throat moving up and down, as if he was about to vomit.

Hermione was frightened when she saw Seamus like that, and finally chose smell over knowledge and smell, "Please help me take the seat at the back next time."

Unable to hear from behind, Hermione no longer cared about the content of the class. Several people have been paying attention to the suffering Seamus.

Poor Seamus finally persisted until the end of get out of class with the silent support of a group of people. His legs were shaking when he stood up, but it was Dean who helped Seamus to the restaurant.

Looking at the two people walking out of the classroom, Ron said sympathetically: "I bet that Seamus will come an hour early for the next Defense Against the Dark Arts class."

Several people around him nodded together.

…

It wasn't until the afternoon flying lesson that Seamus became happier.

After giving some flying knowledge, Mrs. Huo Qi's face became serious: "Something bad happened in the flying class last week. I hope everyone can learn from it. If someone makes trouble again this time, I will definitely let Dumbledore know." The principal will fire you!"

Then came the free flight time. There was no final exam in the flying class. After everyone cheered, we started to have fun without any pressure.

Neville was riding his broom on the grass and flying happily. No one else was at the same height as he was, and his feet almost touched the taller grass on the ground.

Loren can already take off and land skillfully, but he can't do anything else. He can only move slowly at a height and in one direction at a speed similar to trotting.

Although Ron was not as agile as Harry, he was still pretty good. The two of them were going back and forth in the air, playing and laughing happily.

"Loren! Are you playing the role of a snail in the sky?" Ron passed Loren once again, taunting him in a 360° spiral up and down, left and right, back and forth.

Loren is not annoyed either. He has already accepted his setting as a novice broom driver: "Flying is not about going fast. If the flight is not standardized, your loved ones will burst into tears."

After that, he murmured to himself some strange things about drinking in a car but not driving, and driving a drink but not driving in a car.

Ron didn't understand and flew away from Harry.

Hermione's situation is a little better than Loren's. The little witch has no talent in flying, but she likes to feel like a real witch.

Hermione flew from behind Loren and slowed down to the same speed as Loren: "Flying is not an important subject. It doesn't matter if you are not good at it."

There was a blush on the little witch's face caused by exercise, and the sunlight reflected in her eyes, making them bright.

"Do you like flying?"

"Well, I think it's like what I imagined a wizard to be."

"So do you like Quidditch?"

"I don't like it very much, I can't understand it, and it feels a bit barbaric."

The two broomsticks were neither too close nor too far apart, and they flew forward slowly at the same speed. They chatted every now and then. Loren felt that the sun, the wind and the smell of grass were just right for such a scene. .

"Actually, when I first found out that I didn't have flying talent, I felt sad. I couldn't get full marks in this class, and I couldn't be like Professor McGonagall."

"But, seeing you and Neville, I feel that I can also enjoy a little bit of flying." The little witch squinted her eyes and felt the wind blowing over her.

Loren looked sideways, Hermione's hair kept floating in the wind: "You don't sound like you are complimenting me."

Hermione opened her eyes, the two looked at each other and couldn't help laughing.

…

Evening, Gryffindor common room.

Seamus leaned in front of Ron and Harry with a sad face, "Smell it, do you still smell of garlic on me?"

Seamus was attacked by evil black magic in the Defense Against the Dark Arts class. He was sluggish during lunch. After taking flying lessons in the afternoon, he hurried back to take a shower. He took a shower for several hours and Neville brought dinner.

Harry took a small sniff, but could still smell the smell of garlic, and quickly moved away: "I think there is more."

Seamo, who had been tortured all day, almost cried: "I have washed it three times."

Hermione looked up from a Ravenclaw classmate's Defense Against the Dark Arts notes: "Why don't you try [Clean Up]?"

Ron nodded in agreement and said loudly: "Yes, my mother always uses this spell too."

【Clean up】As the best cleaning spell, it is welcomed by many housewives, but they have not yet learned this spell in the first grade.

Simo thought this was a good idea, and planned to ask the seniors in the senior class to help him. He was a little hesitant about who to go to, but several people around him gave suggestions.

At this time, Loren returned to the lounge from outside. He touched next to Hermione, leaned into her ear and said, "Hermione, come with me."

Hermione didn't know what was going on, but she nodded and followed Loren out of the lounge.

No one paid attention, but Ron was still loudly advising Seamus: "Don't go to George and Fred, they will add the smell of shit to you..."

Loren took Hermione to the 8th floor, in front of the painting of a giant monster beating silly Barnabas.

The corridor was dark, and Hermione's voice lowered unconsciously as she whispered: "Loren, why did you bring me here?"

Loren didn't answer. Hermione watched him walking back and forth in front of the painting. She tugged on Loren's sleeve and moved closer: "What are you doing? There's a curfew soon. Let's go back quickly."

"Okay!" Loren also lowered his voice and looked up at the wall in front of him.

Hermione then noticed that a black door had appeared on the wall.

"Is this some new secret passage? It leads to..." Before Hermione could finish her question, Loren opened the door and pulled her in.

"Here!" Hermione opened her mouth in surprise. The sofa, TV, and paintings on the walls were the same as at home.

There is also an avalanche strawberry cake with candles placed on the coffee table.

Hermione's eyes suddenly turned red. No one in the school knew her birthday. Her parents who used to accompany her were not here. She didn't even think about her birthday this year.

She was a little disappointed when she got up this morning, but her friends helped her get a good seat, and she took the flying lesson slowly, so she was very happy after the whole day.

I didn’t expect anyone to remember her birthday and prepare such a scene.

It was the first time for an 11-year-old child to leave home for such a long time. Hermione suddenly thought of her parents and tears fell like beads.

She stepped forward and hugged Loren, mumbling: "Thank you, thank you..."

The fresh breath of the girl penetrated his nose. Loren was a little at a loss. Feeling the trembling girl in his arms, he comforted him: "Blow out the candles first!"

Hermione then raised her head and opened her eyes wide, trying to take in all the scenes in front of her.

After a while, Hermione looked at the room in surprise while eating strawberry cake: "So it can reflect the scene in our hearts according to our needs?!"

No one will not be moved by the magic of the Room of Requirement. It represents people’s most essential longing for magic—response to all requests.

"There are limitations. You can't change food. Some things are just appearances, just like the TV can't be turned on."

"There is also a hidden room here. There are many precious manuscripts in it. I will take you to see them later..."

The two visited the room where the items were hidden, and Loren showed her Miranda Gorshak's manuscript.

"Her family environment doesn't look very good. She must be a strong witch." Hermione said.

Hermione was very curious about everything here. She had some guesses about the Room of Requirement, and the two of them chatted until late.

When I went back, the moonlight shone through the window on the corridor, like white flowers all over the ground...

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