The days of hanging out at Hogwarts

During the rest of the class, the students were busy taking notes and recording the three unforgivable curses.

The classroom was quiet, no one spoke, until the bell rang. As soon as the students walked out of the classroom, all kinds of comments poured out like a flood that burst a dam.

"Did you see the way the spider twitched?"

"He killed the spider in one go, easier than drinking water!"

"..."

The stained glass windows on the corridor wall shed various soft lights. Loren, Hermione, Harry and Ron went down the spiral staircase while discussing the first Defense Against the Dark Arts lesson of the fourth year that had just ended.

"This new professor is great!" Ron said excitedly. "Although he is always crazy and very scary to be in the same room with him, he has really been through those things. You know, he has faced evil. "

Harry's expression was a little stiff, and the way they talked about this lesson sounded like he was watching a wonderful comic show, and he didn't find it very interesting - especially the Kedavre.

"There's a reason why these spells are called Unforgivable Curses!" Hermione looked indignant, with her fur blowing up like a little lion. "They actually demonstrated it in the classroom. It's just... did you see Neville's expression?"

"Shh..." Loren pressed his finger on Hermione's lips and motioned them to look into the corridor ahead, "Neville is right there."

Neville stood alone in the middle of the corridor, staring at the pattern on the stained glass window with a dazed expression. It was a witch holding a skull staff and wearing silk, with a compassionate face, as if she was about to shed tears at any time.

"Neville?" Hermione called softly.

Before Neville could answer, there was suddenly a strange thumping sound of footsteps behind them, and Moody was limping towards them.

"Are you okay, kid?" His voice was still rough, but much lower and softer than in class, "Come, come to my office, we can have a cup of tea together... Come on, Longbottom, I'm here There are a few books you might be interested in.”

Neville was a little panicked, but he couldn't say no, so he had to let Moody put a rough hand on his shoulder and lead him away.

"What does this mean?" Harry wondered.

"I don't know." Hermione kept watching them turn the corner and looked at Loren worriedly.

Loren held her cold hand, shook his head, and said softly:

"Don't worry, this is school, it's okay."

…

"Longbottom, Neville Longbottom... don't be nervous, sit down."

In the dim Defense Against the Dark Arts professor's office, Moody limped slowly, lit a candle with some staggering, motioned for Neville to sit down in front of the desk, and poured him a cup of cold tea.

"Frank and Alice are your parents, right?"

Neville was stunned for a moment, then remembered that the person in front of him was a famous former Auror. He felt a little more at ease and nodded cautiously.

Moody snorted with a complicated expression: "When the mysterious man fell, there was a mess everywhere. Albus and I were busy cleaning up those guys and didn't take care of your parents. We have received the news from Augusta National It’s too late. When we arrived, your parents had been tortured beyond recognition..."

"Even if they all say that I am old and confused now, I still remember that scene. Frank and Alice were covered in blood and couldn't speak a complete word... Even so, they still held hands."

Moody's eyes shone with a strange light, and a strange smile suddenly appeared on his face: "It's such a touching love. Their brains were tortured at that time, and they obviously didn't recognize each other."

Neville turned pale, looked directly at Moody, without blinking, and corrected forcefully: "They will never forget each other!"

He didn't know why, but Professor Moody's words made him very uncomfortable. They all sound like normal words, and even have the meaning of comfort, but they feel harsh, as if the speaker has some kind of malicious intent.

"Oh, maybe yes, I'm sorry that I haven't experienced that kind of emotion..." Moody laughed gruffly, "But it's all over now. The good news that they recovered from the hospital and returned to the Ministry made some old Auror guys It nearly broke through Old Tom’s, although the Leaky Cauldron was pretty run-down.”

The awkwardness in Neville's heart finally dissipated, and he nodded slightly.

"Just think of it as an old guy with little curiosity left..." Moody looked at Neville with his normal eye, and his blue magic eye kept turning, "I want to ask your parents how they were cured. Yeah, those mediocre guys at St. Mungo’s don’t have that ability.”

"yes--"

Neville, who was about to answer, felt something in his heart and prolonged his tone, pretending to be slurring his words.

Not many people know that Loren helped treat his parents, but Principal Dumbledore was involved in the whole process. As a friend of Principal Dumbledore, Professor Moody didn't know about it. This means that the principal kept it a secret from Professor Moody... Then he also should be kept confidential.

Neville's voice changed: "Yes... Principal Dumbledore found someone to cure him."

"Of course I know it was Deng... Albus found someone to cure him." Moody waved his hand a little irritably. He wanted to continue asking but stopped in time. After a pause, he smiled and said, "It seems you don't know. Right? That's right, I can ask Albus about it."

Neville pretended to be dumb and nodded.

"Hey, be smart and look like Longbottom!" Moody suddenly shouted, and the blue magic eye turned back to stare at Neville: "Minerva and Filius praised your transformation, you are a good person. Boy, better than your father."

Neville unconsciously spread his shoulders and straightened his back.

"Have you ever thought about avenging your parents?"

"..."

Moody waved his hand, as if he disliked his coy look: "Do you know what enemies you have?"

"Bellatrix Lestrange," Neville said softly.

"That's right!" Moody grinned, a slightly nervous smile, "That crazy woman is one, but there is another person who also participated in torturing your parents throughout the whole process, Barty Crouch Jr., remember his name!"

Of course Neville had heard of this name, and asked in a low voice with some confusion: "Hasn't he been tried and imprisoned in Azkaban? My father said that he died in Azkaban."

"Anyway, just remember him..."

Moody's magic eye turned back to stare at Neville: "I know my class is not up to standard. Is the little guy frightened?"

He opened the drawer and pulled out a thick book, "Just for Alice's sake, you will like this."

Neville used the weak candlelight to read the words on the cover of the book clearly, and read out in a low voice: "Mediterranean magical aquatic plants and their characteristics?"

"Pomona said you did a good job in herbal medicine class, and you also like to take care of those plants." Moody's grin widened.

I don't know if it was an illusion due to the dim lighting, but Neville felt that his mouth was slightly crooked.

"Okay, let's go back..." Moody said very abruptly, leaning back into the dark shadows, and said in a hoarse voice, "My classes will be even more extraordinary in the future, show some energy, Long Patton!”

A subtle panic suddenly arose in Neville's heart. He hugged the book tightly, nodded, and ran out of the office in small steps.

The fourth-grade wizard had already begun to grow into a burly figure. When he ran, his robes brought up a weak breeze, extinguishing the flickering candles, and the huge office once again fell into silent darkness.

The wooden door knocked on the old door frame, making a weak sound, and the door lock clicked shut.

The professor who was leaning on the chair stood up slowly and walked neatly to the wooden box on the wall. His large robe was a little empty, as if his thin figure could not hold it up.

There was no light in the room, but it did not affect the man's ability to skillfully open the locks on the boxes one by one, take out a bottle of unopened potion from the box on the fifth floor, and finally open the secret dungeon hidden in the dark layer.

Looking at the tired old guy below, the figure's movements paused. He didn't know if it was an illusion, but he always felt that the old guy seemed to be more energetic.

But there was plenty of time, and he wouldn't be able to stay energetic for long.

Shaking the potion bottle in his hand, the figure showed a twisted smile, turned over lightly and jumped into the wooden box dungeon.

…

Gryffindor common room, door.

Neville chatted with the Fat Lady for a while before saying the password, and then watched Crookshanks rushing into the lounge after returning from an outing, so fast that he could leave an afterimage.

Watching a wisp of gray-white cat hair falling slowly, Neville fell into deep thought.

It is known that Crookshanks is ginger and Mrs. Norris is yellow and black and white. Question, why does Mr. Filch, the administrator, seem to be particularly targeting Gryffindor students?

Entering the lounge in a daze, Neville saw Crookshanks moving to the window, where his owner was sitting. Neville thought for a while and silently found a seat to read.

Forget it, let’s mention it to Loren tonight.

Thick books were spread out on the table, and "Parting Through the Fog to See the Future" seemed to be only foggy. Harry and Ron were facing pieces of parchment filled with numbers and symbols, their expressions were confused, their eyes were dull, and their minds seemed to be Filled with the smoke from Professor Trelawney's fire.

It wasn't until Crookshanks jumped up on the table and squatted down with his front paws, his liquid fat spread out, covering the long row of calculation formulas, that Harry and Ron were able to wake up from the confusion of knowledge. .

"I have no idea what this thing means," Harry's voice was filled with despair.

Ron scratched Crookshanks' chin and said in a deep voice: "Magic Cat, tell me, Magic Cat, tell me, on my birthday, will Uranus be in the south or north?"

"And my birthday." Harry also came forward with interest.

Crookshanks opened his narrowed eyes a little and gave them a silent look.

Harry and Ron's eyes widened, especially Merlin's. They actually saw contempt on a cat's face, clear contempt, exactly the same as Hermione's expression when she learned that they were making up random Divination homework.

Loren, who was sitting across from him, couldn't help but laugh. He poked Hermione's cheek and muttered deeply: "Magic Cat, tell me, will I be in danger of being burned or falling next month?" ?”

"You are at risk of being injured by me." Hermione said in a faint voice.

"Loren, you're already writing down your fortune for the next month!?"

Harry screamed and looked up at Loren, "How did you figure out the horoscope when you were born? We haven't even figured out the formula yet?"

"I didn't calculate..." Loren blinked, "I borrowed the astrology chart for that year from the library and just checked it against my birthday."

"You didn't tell me there was such a good way!"

Harry and Ron immediately started shouting, their voices full of grief and grievance.

"You didn't even ask." Loren's expression was innocent and innocent, and there was fake surprise in his voice. "As soon as you came back, you concentrated on arranging the formulas. I thought you were going to figure it out by yourself."

On purpose, absolutely on purpose, he was just waiting to see a joke.

Harry and Ron clenched their fists and stared at the guy opposite them with dangerous eyes.

"Your birthdays are all in 1980, right?" Loren cleared her throat and said slowly, "There are only three astrological atlases in 1980. Oops, I heard Mrs. Pince say that the remaining two are Ben has been borrowed.”

The pretentious accent and tea talk made the little witch get goosebumps, but Hermione didn't dislike it at all, her eyes were bright and she watched the show silently.

After thinking about the completely incomprehensible formula symbols, Harry silently swallowed his grief and anger, and forced out a sincere smile: "Loren, you know, we have always been close roommates, and that astrology book..."

Ron quickly smiled the same way.

Loren huffed and shrugged his shoulders, holding back a smile as he handed over the thick astrology book: "March 1st and July 31st, right? I've already folded the pages for your two birthdays, so just copy them down. .”

"Loren, we love you!"

The two cheered, throwing away all the sadness and anger they had just felt, and happily took the astrology book and looked through it.

After taking Crookshanks off the table, Loren smiled and kneaded the soft flesh on the back of the kitten's neck, teasing the little guy and so on. It was really fun.

"Tsk, bad character." Hermione whispered.

Loren countered: "You look so happy, but you are also evil."

"..."

Hermione did not continue to speak. If she continued like this, she would only fall into endless bad accusations. The main reason was that she usually ended up losing and being labeled even worse.

Loren, who failed to achieve a complete victory, felt a little unhappy. He threw away Crookshanks and leaned over to read the little witch's notes: "What are you writing, huh? You are writing a letter——"

"You don't even call me when you write a letter home!" Loren murmured: "Okay, despicable Granger, if my family only receives a letter from you, they will definitely complain about me, and you actually want to provoke me and Wendell into fishing. friendship……"

Hermione's head hurt when she heard it, and she couldn't help but pinch his lips directly: "It's a letter to Mr. Weasley."

Loren blinked.

Hermione had no intention of letting go of him and explained to herself: "Winky was taken back to the Ministry of Magic by Mr. Digory for interrogation, but everyone knew that it was definitely not the Dark Mark that it released, so it should be lifted soon." Detained...but Mr. Crouch expelled Winky, she's a homeless house elf and I'm a little worried about her."

Loren pressed her lips together and continued to blink.

I know, please let me go.

I don't know if Hermione didn't see his look, or she pretended not to understand on purpose, but she was still mumbling: "I heard that many house elves commit suicide after being expelled. They feel that they have failed their masters and are very guilty -

"Ah! Don't bite..."