The days of hanging out at Hogwarts

Monday, September 19th.

The last class in the afternoon was divination. The spices burning in the fire released a rich aroma that made people drowsy.

Professor Trelawney habitually turned his back to the students, his ethereal voice seemed to come from distant clouds, and his posture and tone were full of prophetic style.

Harry looked straight at the podium in front of him, his eyes dull and his face expressionless.

Ron, who was at the same table, was sleeping soundly while the chickens were pecking at rice. It was obvious that he had made profound and detailed observations of chickens. Whether it was the crows last week or the pecking of rice now, they were all lifelike and vivid.

Harry wanted to sleep but didn't dare. Ever since he was targeted by Professor Trelawney, he understood that his little friend would not be unlucky no matter how he slept, and as long as he closed his eyes for a moment, Professor Trelawney's Third Eye would Will watch him.

Sometimes he would suspect that Professor Trelawney in his sober state was a genuine prophet, but the just-issued review of last week's homework shattered his illusions——

He and Ron got excellent grades for their homework.

This is really confusing.

Except for Lavender and a few other people who were listening carefully, most of the others were wandering in their thoughts. What was a bit strange was that Loren did not sleep or read books on other subjects.

He always kept an eye on the time, taking out a silver coin and looking at it from time to time.

get out of class ended at half past four. At four o'clock, Loren finally couldn't sit still: "Hey... Harry, I'm going to Hagrid's hut first. Neville will help me take my textbooks and school bag back to the common room later." Room, when Professor Trelawney asked, you just said I had diarrhea and went to the toilet."

Harry looked at Neville. His eyes were blank, his mouth was slightly open, and his expression was hard to describe.

Then Loren bowed his body and left the classroom with small steps. He closed the door very carefully and did not let the loose leaf make a squeaking sound. The lock cylinder clicked so softly that it was almost inaudible.

At least Professor Trelawney didn't hear it.

Lavender Brown, who was listening carefully to the class, watched Loren leave with the same shocked expression as Neville. She stupidly pushed Parvati, Parvati pushed Seamus, and Seamus pushed Dean...

The listless eyes of some young wizards suddenly glowed with luster, a surprising brilliance that they had never seen before.

"..."

Looking at the smoke rising from the fire, many strange thoughts arose in Harry's mind. For example, Loren might read the school rules as a joke book, so Hermione, who could memorize the school rules, got along well with him.

Another example is that there may be some changes in future divination classes, and Professor Trelawney may call the roll before get out of class ends.

Harry stayed until get out of class ended at 4:30, handed his and Ron's textbooks to Neville, and the two walked out of the classroom together, following the flow of people after class towards the first floor.

Seamus and Dean in the back were plotting to skip class loudly and excitedly until they could still be heard coming down the stairs.

"Did you see that Loren skipped class! Skipped class!"

"Professor Trelawney didn't notice that there was no one missing!"

"Nonsense, Professor Trelawney didn't turn around until the end of get out of class."

"..."

"What do you think of Professor Binns?"

"hey-hey……"

Harry and Ron looked at each other and saw eagerness in each other's eyes.

…

When they arrived at Hagrid's hut, Loren and Hermione were already roasting a lamb.

A thin layer of sweat formed on Hermione's forehead, but most likely it was not because the fire was too hot, but because she rushed over to the castle as soon as get out of class was over.

Loren moved a small bench and sat next to the oven, directing Hermione to turn the grill in a very arrogant tone:

"The charcoal fire should be placed in an H shape, because the front and rear legs of the lamb are relatively thick, and the fire power in these parts needs to be stronger to facilitate the roasting."

"First bake the crust, then use a knife to score the lines. When the crust is dry and hard, brush it with a layer of oil."

"..."

"Okay, Apprentice Granger, I have handed over the basic barbecue methods to you. After a simple practice, you can grill a fire dragon for us next time."

With a faint smile on her lips, Hermione turned the grill patiently, not getting angry no matter what nonsense Loren said next to her.

The cobblestones were transformed into smooth bricks of the same size under the influence of the deformation technique, and they were built into a simple oven that was taller than teeth. The lamb was marinated for a day and night with ginger slices, onions, celery, pepper... mixed with beer. And many steaks are tied to the barbecue grill, exuding a tempting aroma.

Hagrid was moving the wooden table and tableware out of the hut. When he saw the two people arriving, he greeted them with a smile: "Loren came back earlier than me. I am still teaching the fifth grade students. There is already a fire here." ”

It smells so good...

Tears of disappointment flowed from Harry and Ron's mouths, and Fang the hound ran circles around the oven excitedly.

Unexpectedly, they were greedy for four hours. They didn't eat barbecue until the sky completely darkened.

The crispy-crusted mutton was placed on the wooden table. Some parts had been roasted to a glistening finish. The gravy and mutton fat were mixed together and squeaked out. The aroma of chili and peppercorns was like an Imperius curse, confusing people's brains. .

Harry and Ron, who were already confused by the smoke, had red eyes. Regardless of the scalding heat from the freshly baked barbecue, they grabbed the cut lamb chops and stuffed them into their mouths, grinning from the heat and grinning. Slow motion.

After dinner, both of their stomachs were full, and the food was piled up in their throats. They were both satisfied and uncomfortable.

Yaya lay on the ground and groaned, but still chewed on the bones unwillingly.

Hagrid dragged his sluggish body to put away the tableware, smiling broadly.

He had almost learned the technique of roasting lamb after watching it for a long time. The juice for marinating the lamb was still in the stone vat. He had hunted some game in the past two days and put it in, so that he could bake such a delicious barbecue.

Maybe he could bribe the people in the forest with some barbecued meat, and then he could get a close look at those majestic fire dragons. If he was lucky, maybe Norbert would come over.

The little guy had been happy to eat what Loren fed him before.

After everything was tidied up, everyone sat side by side on the stone steps next to the pumpkin patch. A hybrid giant, a hound, and four little wizards looked at the bright night sky with stars and moon, and the wind full of autumn breath blew in their faces.

Loren leaned back, put his hands behind his back, tilted his head and suddenly asked: "Hagrid, what did Rolf and Luna do in the Forbidden Forest at night? Why are the points deducted so severely?"

Shale's Yaya lay on Hagrid's lap, exposing her belly and letting Hagrid knead it to make her uncomfortable bloated belly feel better.

Hearing Loren's words, Hagrid slowed down: "Hey, you mean the two of them? They were playing with a little unicorn at night and asked if the unicorn could hatch a basilisk egg. The irritated unicorn The beast directly kicked Rolf over. I just came back from patrolling the Forbidden Forest, and Yaya smelled the two of them, so I handed them over to Filius."

Yaya screamed twice as if he was taking credit for it, and rubbed hard into Hagrid's arms.

Ron hiccupped: "Why are the points deducted so severely? I remember George and Fred weren't deducted so many points when they were caught wandering the Forbidden Forest at night?"

"Well..." Hagrid hesitated for a long time without answering, his embarrassment clearly written on his face.

Well, do you have an inside story?

Harry suddenly became interested: "Come on, Hagrid, you can't share any news with us. You just stole a leg of lamb from me!"

Loren and Hermione also looked over curiously.

"Um……"

Hagrid whispered: "The staff of the tournament are in the Forbidden Forest."

"Competition!"

Harry and Ron exclaimed, and Harry asked relentlessly: "What are they doing in the Forbidden Forest?"

"..."

"Come on, if you don't tell us, we'll go see it ourselves!"

"Don't..." Hagrid was startled and said hesitantly, "They came to inspect the environment and negotiate with the centaurs and unicorns. They need to free up a large enough place."

"Why in the Forbidden Forest? Isn't there enough space in the castle?"

But Hagrid refused to say anything more: "Don't ask, I can't tell you the rest...and don't even think about going to the Forbidden Forest to see it yourself. If I catch you, I will hand it over to Minerva."

Harry begged: "Just tell me, Hagrid..."

"Don't ask, it won't take long for you to know."

"Hagrid..."

"..."

After struggling for a long time, Hagrid still kept his duties as a professor and caretaker in mind and did not reveal more important information.

Half an hour before lights out, Hagrid and Fang escorted them back to the castle.

The night is like water, not very dark and dense. The moon tonight is almost the fullest moon. The road is filled with moonlight, like a field of white ginger flowers.

Loren was in a happy mood, bouncing all the way and walking faster than Teeth.

Hermione stepped on the moonlight, her steps were light, and she didn't know when she held his hand, causing him to slow down and fall behind the three Hagrids.

"hey-hey……"

I squeezed the girl's little hand, it was soft and smooth.

Loren looked up at the moon, then looked at the girl's face that seemed to be glowing under the moonlight, and couldn't help but laugh.

"Hermione."

"Um?"

"Did you know that tomorrow's moon will be the roundest in the year?"

"I know."

Hermione's grades in astronomy have always been O's.

"Tomorrow will be perfect for your birthday..." Loren clicked his tongue and shook his head, "Today is also very good. Anyway, everything is very good."

Loren wanted to explain the meaning of the Mid-Autumn Festival, but he thought it was too troublesome. He was too full now and was too lazy to say too many long words, so he just kept squeezing the girl's hand while giggling.

"It's almost a month since school started. Let's write a letter to home tomorrow."

"OK."

Hermione didn't ask him what he wanted to say just now, she just listened to his laughter, felt his happiness, and felt happy because of it.