The days of hanging out at Hogwarts

Sunday, November 20th.

November is already halfway through, and the weather is getting colder and colder. Yesterday afternoon and evening, fine velvet fell from the sky. Standing in the Gryffindor common room, I saw that snow caps were already on the slightly higher hills.

Hermione flipped through the latest issue of the Daily Prophet.

Loren was sitting at his desk writing his divination homework. Crookshanks lay on the table, sticking his head out, tilting his head and staring at the ink marks left by the tip of the pen on the paper.

"As if you can understand..." Loren muttered, and while he was soaking the quill in ink, he put his hand on the ginger hand warmer and kneaded it hard.

The divination homework assigned by Professor Trelawney was stinky and long, and if you really followed the content learned in class, it would take a lot of effort and the score would be low. Only by making up stupid unlucky things can you get excellence.

Originally, he had a medical record that he could refer to, but it was reported by some evil-hearted little witch. Since then, Madam Pomfrey has blacklisted him from the school doctor's office.

Professor Granger is really guilty!

Forget it, who gave her a legitimate reason?

Loren sighed softly and wrote the last divination result on the paper: After Christmas, my tongue and oral mucosa will develop scabies due to novel foods with different flavors...

Hermione's laughter sounded next to her: "Even if you don't have a case book, you can still make up novel diseases?"

Loren glanced at her, his pupils flashing with danger.

Hermione immediately put away her teasing expression and spread the newspaper in front of him with a serious look: "Look at this, the warriors' promotional photos and reports have been published."

A group photo of the five warriors was printed in the middle of the main page of the newspaper.

Fleur Delacour, who was exquisitely dressed, sat on a chair, with the right side of her face rosy. Behind her stood Viktor Krum in a thick coat, Pikli Graves with a bow tie in his hand and a determined expression, and a smiling Winner and Cedric Diggory, Harry stood in the middle of the three male warriors, a little shorter.

But on the side page, Harry's single photo was published separately, with his hands on his hips and a silly smile, looking like he didn't look very smart.

Loren looked at it carefully for a few seconds, looked at Hermione seriously, and asked, "Can't Harry trim his hair? It doesn't look very good."

"He has acne on his forehead and needs to cover it up..." Hermione replied subconsciously, then rolled her eyes, "Stop talking about this and read the reports!"

Loren turned his head and browsed the text, ignoring the introduction to the competition and the four schools. The title on the right was more eye-catching.

[Teenage Tragedy: Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire - Harry Potter, 12 years old, a suspicious contestant in the Four Wizards Tournament, with ghostly memories wandering in his eyes, interviews about past experiences I always hold back my tears...]

The Daily Prophet spent a lot of space introducing Harry's origins, introducing his grievances with the mysterious man, linking the turmoil during the Quidditch World Cup to this tournament, and clearly hinting that the Death Eaters were secretly Something is about to happen, and Harry Potter is in danger.

Miss Rita Skeeter's writing skills improved after she returned from New York. There is not a single word in the whole text that mentions Voldemort, but every sentence hints at Voldemort. The news reports are as ups and downs and exciting as the serial novels.

Loren laughed when he saw it: "Principal Dumbledore must be very happy to see this newspaper."

"Mrs. Weasley must be worried to death." Hermione sighed and put the newspaper away, "Let's go to the library to find Harry and the others."

Loren stood up, pushed the chair under the table, and punched the little witch on the triceps: "It's all your fault. If you hadn't prevented me from borrowing the case book, I would have finished the divination homework later than Harry and Ron? "

Hermione felt guilty and remained silent.

On weekends, there are not many people in the library. In addition to the students of Hogwarts, there are also some unfamiliar faces.

The young wizards of Ilvermorny were very interested in the history of Hogwarts because of the origin of their school. Five or six young wizards gathered around and copied the records about Slytherin with great interest, and even pestered a few of them. Ravenclaw students ask about the Chamber of Secrets and the Basilisk.

Mrs. Pince stood by with a stern face, and would go up and scold them if they made a little noise.

Durmstrang's students seemed to be very interested in the forbidden book section and kept circling the isolation line, but under Mrs. Pince's gloomy gaze, no one dared to try anything out of the ordinary.

There were only one or two young wizards in Beauxbatons, and they didn't pay special attention to the content. They just browsed through it casually in the library.

Loren and Hermione walked straight to their usual spot by the window.

Ron was the only one on the desk, and he seemed to have pulled out every book related to fire dragons he could find, searching through the pile of books like a needle in a haystack.

"Using magic to trim the claws...the treatment method for scale ulceration...is useless. It is probably only for weirdos like Hagrid who want the fire dragon to be strong..."

"Fire dragons are extremely difficult to kill because their thick skin is permeated with primitive and powerful magic. Only a few powerful spells can penetrate it..."

Ron muttered in a low voice while folding up the useful pages and throwing the book "The Man Who Loved Fire Dragons" aside. When he raised his eyes, he saw the two people walking side by side, his eyes filled with surprise. .

"You are finally here, let's take a look at what content is helpful in dealing with the fire dragon..." Ron pushed a stack of dog-eared thick books over, "I really don't know what that guy Harry was thinking, he actually followed Cedric He left sneakily...Who did he think was going to deal with the fire dragon, was it me?"

Loren and Hermione sat down opposite him. Hermione began to read through the books, while Loren moved much more slowly: "To be honest, Ron, I thought you would be jealous of Harry becoming a warrior, or for this reason. Unhappy or something..."

"I thought so at first..." Ron scratched the freckles on his cheek, "But then... Oops, I can't explain, but I figured it out anyway."

"Tsk, I thought you and Harry would have a quarrel over this, get sulky, stop talking to each other, or something like that."

"How is that possible? I'm not an idiot!"

"Isn't it?"

"You! Hermione, you don't care?"

"..."

Time passed slowly with the sound of turning pages. When Loren finished flipping through the "Basic Spells for Dealing with Hyperactive and Fidgety Animals" in his hand, the warrior Harry finally came back.

"Huh... ha... don't you know who I just met?"

Harry sat down next to Ron, breathing heavily, met the three people's eyes, and began to tell what happened just now.

He followed Cedric from a distance, and followed him up two floors before he found an opportunity. He smashed Cedric's new school bag with a precise [split] shot, and took advantage of him to pack up the books, quills, and parchments all over the floor. At that moment, Harry took the opportunity to step forward and tell Cedric about the fire dragon...

Loren and Hermione looked at Harry with strange expressions. Is this taking the opportunity to retaliate? No matter how it sounds, it sounds like it is taking the opportunity to retaliate.

"You don't know that Cedric was so frightened at the time that he stared at me blankly. He even put the broken ink bottle into his schoolbag..."

Even Ron's expression became strange now.

"Then I met Professor Moody!" Harry said in a low voice with a mysterious face, "He actually knew that the first project was the fire dragon. He told me that to deal with the fire dragon, I had to use my strengths, and only With a summoning spell, the Firebolt can fly into the arena."

After speaking, Harry looked at his friends eagerly: "What do you think of this method?"

"Harry, none of us have as superb flying skills as you. Our opinions are not important. What is important is, do you think you can handle the fire dragon riding a firebolt?"

Loren handed over the tome at hand, "If you don't have confidence yourself, then you can only read these books."

Harry lowered his head and looked at the catalog of "Basic Charms for Dealing with Hyperactive and Fidgety Animals" in front of him.

Quick hair removal... Fire dragons don't have hair.

The Sneeze Charm...that would probably only increase the firepower of the fire dragon.

Harden the tongue... This is really useful, giving the fire dragon another weapon.

Harry closed the book silently, thought for a while and then asked: "Loren, if it were you, how would you deal with the fire dragon?"

"I'll talk to it."

"??" Harry looked confused, "Can you speak Dragon Language?"

"No, but the animals always listen to me."

"..."

Snakes were also willing to listen to him. Harry groaned inwardly.

"Listen, Harry..." Hermione handed over a stack of books she had sorted, "You have overcome your fear and are able to face the fire dragon. There are many ways to deal with the fire dragon, including exquisitely designed transfiguration spells and ingenious spells... …If you’re not sure, choose the way you’re most confident about.”

Harry rubbed his cheeks and cheered up: "I'll try it in the mirror tonight. Loren, can you let me ride the Firebolt in my dream?"

"It should be no problem." Loren smiled.

Suddenly, Mrs. Pince's angry roar suddenly sounded in the library. It turned out that a group of girls ran into the library on tiptoes. One of them had a Bulgarian scarf tied around her waist.

The girls screamed excitedly and cheered noisily from time to time.

Hermione, who had a good relationship with Mrs. Peace, quickly found the culprit and frowned irritably: "Oh, that's too bad, it's him again. Why can't he read a book on his stupid big ship?"

Not far away from behind the bookshelf, Viktor Krum walked out listlessly, holding a stack of books and sitting down in a corner.

"Chirp, I can't stay here any longer." Hermione sighed, took Loren's hand and walked out, "Let's go, Loren, take me to Professor Bubbaji's office..."

Harry and Ron looked at each other and spread their hands in confusion.

…

"Doesn't he know how many members there are in his star club, yet he still comes to the library?" Hermione held the boy's hand and walked all the way through the corridor and onto the stairs.

Loren followed quickly, walked to the side of the little witch, spread out his hand to clasp her finger, and squeezed: "It's rare to see Miss Granger hate someone so much. What's wrong with me? Something?"

"I keep running into him these days, on Tuesday in the ancient rune class, on Wednesday when I was on my way back from Professor Bubbaji's office...each time he brought a group of star-chasing girls with him, and I get annoyed when I see him now!" Hermione complained. road.

Loren's mood was a little subtle. He turned his head slightly and his eyes fell on the side of the girl's face. Her hair was still a little disheveled, and her delicate face occasionally appeared.

Before you know it, the little girl who always cried has grown up.

"Forget about him, what are you talking about with Professor Bubaji recently?"

"Talk about house elves. I told Professor Bubbaji about your approach. She agreed with your approach and told me that house elves can only awaken their free will spontaneously, and my previous approach of wanting to directly help them was wrong. of……"

The girl's eyes shone slightly when she spoke, and her crisp words filled every step.

…

After sending the girl to the Muggle Studies professor's office, Loren also briefly greeted Professor Bubbaji. She was a knowledgeable and gentle witch.

Loren walked down the stairs to the first floor, walked down the marble stairs, and headed straight for the foyer.

He planned to go to the Forbidden Forest to see the fire dragon again.

Thinking of the flames of the Swedish Brachysaurus, Loren saw an acquaintance gradually walking in as he turned the corner in front of the foyer——

Professor Snape, who has some white hair, is wearing dark green robes, and the cloak on his shoulders has also been changed to a winter style, with satin and velvet.

Loren grinned: "Good morning, Professor Snape, the new cloak is really beautiful."

Professor Snape expressionlessly dusted off his cloak and clothes to get rid of the cold air, and the water droplets from the melted snow that fell on his body almost splashed Loren.

"Your Potions homework has become more and more perfunctory in the past few months." Professor Snape's eyes were cold and his tone was indifferent, "Is it because you missed the weekend teaching?"

"..."

Then give me all your excellence.

Loren responded obediently: "I'm sorry, Professor, I will be more attentive in the future."

"Don't be a fool who wastes time, Morgan." Snape's eyes were deep, "Many people in this world spend their entire lives just sticking to the crucible, stirring the spoon, and adding ingredients carefully. They are servants of potions. Only a few people Have talent..."

Loren listened silently.

"You have read "Powerful Potion", and you can try to brew some advanced potions in the book." Snape said, "The experience during the brewing process will be written into a paper, and I will check it randomly."

Loren glanced at the professor quietly: "The ingredients for cooking..."

"Prepare yourself." Snape paused, "Keep your distance, Morgan, and don't let too many people know about our connection."

Loren frowned.

He noticed something was wrong. Although there was Karkaroff and a fake Professor Moody in the school, this did not make Snape cautious.

Snape said softly: "I think you have noticed that Dumbledore is confused and allows too many outsiders to get into the castle, and some people are uneasy..."