The days of hanging out at Hogwarts

Thursday, Transfiguration Classroom.

The class is almost over. They have completed the homework assigned by the teacher. The guinea fowls that they turned into guinea pigs have been locked in a large cage on the podium, and they are copying in an exercise book made of parchment stapled together. As an after-school assignment, give an example of how the transformation spell must be adjusted when changing species.

The bell will ring at any time, and Professor McGonagall is giving a concluding speech on the stage: "I have basically finished learning the new knowledge for this semester. Regarding living body deformation, cross-species deformation that does not involve the human body, I have some books here that I recommend you to expand your reading. No Mandatory requirements…”

The little witch carefully wrote down the book list in her notebook, her little face tense and her expression focused.

"Ha..." Loren put his chin on his hand and yawned. Suddenly he heard a chirping sound coming from behind him. He turned around and saw that it was Harry and Ron who were competing with each other in swordsmanship.

"In the name of Gryffindor!"

"In the name of Gryffindor..."

Harry waved a rubber haddock and Ron gesticulated with a tin-plated parrot.

Loren shook his head. The quality of the fake wands produced by George and Fred was beyond words. In just a moment, the head of the haddock fish in Harry's hand had been pecked loose by the parrot's sharp beak, and it looked precarious.

"Potter! Weasley! Can you guys pay attention?"

Professor McGonagall's annoyed voice crackled like a whip, causing Harry and Ron to raise their heads in shock. The other little wizards were also startled, and they all retracted their thoughts.

"Can you please behave in a manner appropriate to your age... Pay attention to what I am about to say, especially you, Potter!"

Professor McGonagall said bitterly: "The Yule Ball is coming soon. This is a traditional part of the Triwizard Tournament and a great opportunity for us to interact with foreign guests. The ball is only open to students in fourth grade and above. If you are willing , you can invite a junior student..."

Hermione suddenly felt someone poking her from behind, and turned her head. Lavender Brown let out a harsh giggle, and the muscles on Parvati Patil's face were also tensing up. She was trying her best not to laugh.

The two roommates winked at Hermione, their playful eyes darting back and forth between her and Loren.

Hermione blushed, turned back and buried her face in her notebook.

Professor McGonagall on the stage continued: "Put on your formal robes... The ball will be held in the Great Hall at eight o'clock on Christmas Eve and end at twelve midnight. Listen, the Yule Ball will undoubtedly give us a chance, um … let your hair down and relax.”

Professor McGonagall's voice and tone were calm, but some of the little wizards couldn't help but laugh out loud - Professor McGonagall's hair was always pulled into a tight bun, and she never seemed to let her hair down.

"However, this does not mean that we will relax our behavioral requirements for Hogwarts students." Professor McGonagall looked at the students disapprovingly. "If a Gryffindor student embarrasses the school in any way, I will be very sad.”

"Potter, please stay after class for a moment. I want to say a few words to you."

"..."

The bell rang, and Harry stayed behind a little uneasily. Ron slowly packed his schoolbag and waited for him. There was a rush in the classroom. As usual, everyone stuffed their books into their schoolbags, threw their schoolbags over their shoulders, and ran out of the classroom in a hurry.

"Hermione, let's go first."

"Hermione, remember to come back and share it with us tonight."

"Yes, yes, share..."

The roommates waved to Hermione with meaningful smiles, chattering and squeezed into the crowd after class, and their figures quickly disappeared.

Hermione looked helpless, holding a canvas shoulder bag, looking around, and quickly found a figure in the classroom.

The man was holding a fake wand with a severed head of a haddock fish in his hand. He was gesticulating with his mouth, and he met her gaze and smiled.

Inexplicably, Hermione couldn't help but laugh, picked up her shoulder bag, and walked briskly towards him.

We walked side by side on the way to the auditorium. The corridor was very quiet, with only a few slow-moving classmates passing by occasionally.

"You already knew that, right?"

"what do you know?"

"A lot." Hermione held his hand, with a smile on her face, "Contest, Yule Ball, formal robes... Admit it, Mr. Morgan, your surprise plan failed from the beginning."

"Failed?"

"It failed."

"Why do I feel like it's just starting?"

He would always say some weird words from time to time, but Hermione didn't want to pay attention to it. She shook his arm and asked with a smile: "When will you give me the dress?"

"I do not know what you're talking about."

"I'm talking about formal dresses, two sets of formal dresses, one from Tuofan Clothing Store, one in light purple and blue, and one -" Hermione looked at his stiff face, a slight smile appeared at the corner of her mouth, "Also Can you help me remember, Mr. Morgan?"

"..."

Damn it, this despicable woman actually remembers it so clearly!

Loren was a little aggrieved and complained: "Professor Granger, who has always been honest, actually lied. He kept saying that he was going to Flourish and Blotts Bookstore, but in the end he also went to the Tuofan Ready-to-Wear... store."

Tuofan clothing store?

Loren reacted belatedly and narrowed his eyes at her: "What about the dress robe you bought for me? When will you give it to me?"

Hermione hummed proudly: "When I received the dress."

"I reject!"

Loren said categorically. Facing the girl's astonished gaze, he glared back confidently: "I don't care, I want to receive the ceremonial robe first."

"?"

Hermione was stunned for a moment.

"Just tell me whether you want to give it or not."

"..."

Hermione was angry and funny, and punched his arm: "Here, I'll give it to you after dinner, okay?"

"Hey……"

Loren grinned, took her fisted hand, spread a few fingers and clasped it easily.

The palms are warm and soft, and the skin is delicate and elastic.

…

Dinner time, auditorium.

On the Gryffindor table.

"Would you like a piece of jam pie, Seamus?"

Seamus stared suspiciously at the plate handed to him by Fred, hesitant to take it.

Fred grinned: "Don't worry, we didn't do anything to them."

"It's the custard biscuits you need to watch out for!" George added.

"!!"

Neville looked up with a frightened expression, his cheeks bulging, and he was holding only a small piece of the custard biscuit left in his hand.

Under everyone's gaze, Neville's mouth began to elongate, golden feathers sprouted from his skin, and he soon turned into a big canary. But the effect only lasted for less than a minute. Neville shed his feathers and returned to his normal appearance, and the group of people laughed and made a fuss.

Not far away, Harry looked away and sighed melancholy.

"What's wrong with you?" Loren put a piece of custard biscuit on his plate calmly, "Professor McGonagall sent you to solitary confinement?"

"No..." Harry shook his head and nodded again, "But it's almost the same."

Ron asked in surprise: "Just because I competed in swordsmanship in class? Why am I fine?"

Hermione also looked over curiously.

"Not this..." Harry sighed again, "Professor McGonagall said that according to tradition, the Yule Ball must be danced by warriors and their partners, so I must dance and find myself a dance partner."

Hermione secretly glanced at Ginny, who was concentrating on cutting the air steak, her hands shaking nervously.

"What kind of trouble is this?" Ron comforted nonchalantly, holding a greasy roasted chicken leg in his hand, "You are a warrior. You just defeated Hungarian Tree Peak. I dare say the girls will line up and fight to follow you." You dance!"

With a clang, Ginny's air-steak was suddenly filled with air, and her knife and fork fell onto the dinner plate.

Hermione couldn't bear to look away.

Harry didn't notice anything unusual about them and was immersed in his own fantasy. On Christmas Eve, he looked like a black top hat and a tuxedo, and there was a girl beside him who was wearing a frilly dress. The dress Aunt Petunia wore to the dance at Uncle Vernon's company.

He was so frightened that he shivered: "I would rather fight the fire dragon for one more round."

"Really?" Loren raised his eyebrows.

"I'm sorry, I was just talking nonsense." Harry admitted simply.

The auditorium was filled with the chirping laughter of the little wizards, and the whispers did not stop until the end of the dinner. The news of the Yule Ball quickly surpassed the recent fire dragon project and became the hottest topic at the moment.

The girls gathered together in twos and threes, laughing loudly whenever they talked about some famous boys. They excitedly exchanged opinions and discussed what to wear on Christmas night...

After dinner, Loren took Hermione and walked around the courtyard a few times, blowing in the cold air to relieve herself.

On the way back to the Gryffindor common room, a dozen girls passed by them. They looked at the two of them, giggled and quickened their pace.

Loren was sure he didn't know those people: "Why do they all move in groups?"

"Not sure."

"Isn't this very inconvenient? If someone wants to invite one of them, how can they wait until they are alone and catch one of them to invite them?"

Hermione's gaze became a little dangerous: "Who do you want to invite?"

"Well, let me think about it..."

Loren pretended to be thoughtful: "The senior students will not be considered, and the junior students do not need to be limited to Gryffindor House..."

He rubbed the soft flesh on his waist and grinned: "You are the one who asked. I carefully organized my thoughts and analyzed the problem, but you are unhappy again."

Hermione looked at him silently and took out a beautifully packaged box from the pendant. The ribbon on it was printed with the imprint of Tuofan Clothing Store.

Loren's expression suddenly became serious: "What I just said is just an analysis from the perspective of an ordinary student. It does not represent my own views. You know, Hermione, I definitely want to invite you to be my dance partner."

Hermione's face was expressionless and she didn't even blink: "This is just an opinion, not an invitation."

"Miss Granger, will you be my dance partner and accompany me to the Yule Ball?"

"I need to think about it..."

Hermione's mouth curved slightly, finding his seemingly calm expression but always peeking at the box very interesting. She dragged the box until he was in front of the portrait hole and then patted the box on his hand. She nodded lightly and said, "I agree to you reluctantly."

"Miss Granger has discernment." After giving the command to the Fat Madam, Loren held the box and took the lead into the hole.

Hermione followed closely behind and grabbed his sleeve: "Huh?"

"What's wrong?"

"Where's my dress?"

"I forgot where I put it. I'll look for it when I go back."

Hermione watched as he hurried up the stairs, turned the corner, and disappeared into the boys' dormitory.

"?"

Are you a dog?

…

Boys dormitory.

Neville was practicing his dance moves awkwardly in front of the mirror when he heard the door open and stopped in an awkward position before turning his head.

Loren ran back and quickly closed the door, patted his chest, and took out a neatly cut dress with extraordinary fabrics from the exquisitely packaged box. It looked very expensive at first glance.

Seeing Loren gesturing with the clothes on his body, he happily squeezed away from him and came to the mirror, with a smile on his face. Neville was a little surprised: "Loren, is this the new dress you bought?"

Hearing the sound, Harry and Ron, who were standing by the window worrying about their dance partners, both ran over.

But they only saw Loren folding the dress and putting it in the box, hiding it like a treasure, and proudly replied: "Hermione gave it to me."

Harry and Ron looked at each other in a deep silence.

Look at this, not only do you not have to worry about a dance partner, but the dress is also given by your dance partner.

People are more infuriating than others.

The last week saw some interesting changes to the course.

Professor Flitwick saw that his classmates were obviously distracted and simply stopped teaching. He allowed the young wizards to play games in his class, while he chatted with the young wizards in the front row and talked to Harry about his encounter with the fire dragon. He used his wonderful summoning spell, told Neville about the Toad Chorus, and told the little witches that it was difficult for him to find a dance partner when he was young...

Professor Hagrid no longer forced the little wizards to touch the blast-ended skrewts, letting them wander around the open space in the paddock and enjoy the cold and fresh air. He always pretended to be casual but asked the students for tips on dressing up and how to spray them with a coy expression. The right amount of perfume, how to pick the right corsage, and how to dance without stepping on your feet.

Professor Trelawney in the divination class became depressed. She always complained in class about the increase in the price of sherry at Christmas. When the little wizard met her in the corridor after class, he could always smell the strong smell of alcohol on her body and could The professor was heard complaining that the lively chatter and laughter in the castle had interfered with her third eye.

But some professors were unmoved. Professors McGonagall, Snape and Moody were still unwilling to let the students relax.

Professor Binns seemed to be completely unable to feel the Christmas atmosphere, and continued to trudge through his pile of notes about the goblin rebellion. During his lectures, he still made the bloody and thrilling goblin rebellion boring.

As December passed, the weather became colder and colder, but the castle became more lively and noisy day by day.

People spread rumors about the Yule Ball, such as: Dumbledore bought eight hundred barrels of flavored mead from Lady Rosmerta of the Three Broomsticks, booked the Weird Sisters, and invited vampires...

Most of the rumors were very outrageous and would have been false to others, but when it came to Dumbledore, they seemed to have a glimmer of possibility.