The days of hanging out at Hogwarts

December 17, Saturday.

Loren and Hermione were walking around the lake. There was no wind in the black lake in the winter afternoon, and the slightly cold air was sucked into the lungs, just in time to dispel the slight sleepiness that arose after lunch.

The Black Lake has frozen, and the lake water has frozen a layer of ice crust on the rocks on the shore.

"Kacha kacha..."

The crunch of the chocolate shell sounds like ice cubes cracking.

Loren pressed the nut against his front teeth with his tongue, bit into it, and cut it cleanly. A strange feeling of satisfaction rose in his heart.

"Loren."

"Um?"

"When are you going to give me the dress?" Hermione glanced at the dolphin pendant around his neck, wondering if there would be a packaging box from the Extraordinary Clothing Store that she cherished so much. According to what he had piled up, Based on the habits inside, this possibility is very high.

Her eyes became a little dangerous.

Loren took two steps back to avoid her dangerous gaze, put his hand on the little witch's shoulder, and pushed her forward: "Don't be sad, don't be impatient, if life deceives you..."

"But it wasn't life that deceived me, it was the bad guy Loren Morgan."

Hermione's voice was soft and her expression was full of resentment. After he made such a fuss, she actually calmed down.

Loren smiled and pushed the girl forward on the slippery ice: "Want to hear the bad guy's idea of ​​flying magic based on the floating spell?"

Hermione's feet were together, her shoulders were slightly raised, and she was being pushed and gliding as if on an ice skate. She wanted to suppress the smile on her lips, but she couldn't.

There was nothing she could do about this person.

"You're changing the subject again. I don't want to hear it."

The girl's voice was a little more coquettish.

"There are many common flying methods in the magic world, from flying carpets to flying broomsticks..."

A few dozen meters away on the right, a group of young wizards are practicing the Patronus Charm. Their school can be judged by the color of their magic robes. A group of people from Ilvermorny and Beauxbatons are surrounding two Hufflepuff students. They were asking for advice on the secret of the Patronus Charm. Graves and Fleur were there, but there was no one from Durmstrang.

The tip of the staff pulled out strands of silver-white mist, which quickly dissipated in the howling cold wind.

The witch named Bute in Ilvermorny looked at Graves in surprise, sniffed, and started practicing again with full fighting spirit.

Some people noticed this strange man and woman and looked sideways frequently.

…

Castle Auditorium.

Ginny brushed the snowflakes off her shoulders and walked in from the hall with Gabrielle in hand. Because she was too young, and because some people at Beauxbatons were quite critical of her sister, the little girl had never been able to make friends, and Ginny was used to taking her to play with her.

During afternoon tea time, the sweet aroma wafted from the four desks of the principals, mixed with the clicking sounds of biscuits and refreshments being chewed.

Brightly colored macarons are the girls' favorite, but every time they finish eating, they can't help but complain that they are too greasy, and lament sadly that they can no longer wear the dress they prepared before school started.

Boys prefer donuts sprinkled with icing. Oils and carbohydrates stimulate the brain to secrete sufficient amounts of dopamine. The most primitive satisfaction allows them to open up and chat with their friends about the girl they most desire to dance with. Hormones and adrenaline accelerate the beating of the heart. .

Harry and Ron, who have been unable to find a dance partner, are one of them.

Holding two glasses of pumpkin juice, Ginny hesitated for a few seconds at the end of the Gryffindor table, then silently led Gabrielle to sit next to Ron.

As a Weasley child, it was natural for her to sit next to her brother.

After handing the pumpkin juice to Gabrielle and plugging her mouth with donuts, Ginny held the cup, lowered her head, glanced to the side quietly, and listened carefully with her ears raised.

"...I said, man, we have to speed up, otherwise the good girls will be picked out." Ron whispered in a low voice.

"Yeah..." Harry said sadly, "But who should we invite?"

He actually had the urge to invite Qiu Zhang, but it was only a momentary thought. Loren's words floated in his ears, and when he thought that Qiu Zhang was already with Cedric, he quickly The thought was pushed to the back of his mind.

Ron recounted the news he had heard from elsewhere: "Loren and Hermione, Rolf and Luna, and Neville have paired up with Hannah from Hufflepuff. This is really not surprising... Seamus Not sure about Dean, but they definitely have a target."

Harry was also doing some research: "We are not familiar with people from other colleges, but they definitely cannot be from Slytherin. The senior girls are a bit taller than me, and they will definitely be laughed at when they dance..."

"Of course it has to be a pretty girl...Héloïse Midgen, she has more acne on her face than I have freckles..."

"It's best to be proficient in Quidditch so that you can at least talk to me during the rest of the dance..." A figure flashed in Harry's mind. He was silent for a moment and looked at Ron tentatively, "What do you think, I How about inviting Ginny?”

Not far away, Ginny suddenly took a sip of pumpkin juice, but she used her great endurance to hold back from coughing and slowly held it back.

Gabrielle looked at her in confusion as she covered her mouth and suppressed her blush.

"Huh?" Ron grinned, "Harry, are you kidding me?"

Harry laughed dryly, feeling a little guilty and panicked for no reason, and quickly changed the subject: "I just suddenly remembered that I could invite girls from lower grades to be my dance partners. What do you think..."

"That's a good idea..."

"..."

Ginny stared blankly at the glass of pumpkin juice in her hand.

The ups and downs of life come so fast and are so exciting.

I wonder if this kind of porcelain cup can break Ron's head...

Gabrielle blinked at Ginny. The expressions on her new friend's face were so rich that she wanted to capture them with her camera.

Just when a brother-killing tragedy was about to happen, footsteps sounded again near the long table.

Ginny turned her head and looked over. When she saw Hermione walking from the hall, her eyes filled with water, and she stared unblinkingly at the only friend who knew her secret thoughts.

Hermione stepped closer.

Harry and Ron also saw it. Harry asked with some confusion: "Hermione, you are back from practicing magic. Why didn't Loren come back with you? Is your magic robe stained with mud and fell?"

Hermione pursed her lips.

Ron waved his hand and greeted excitedly: "Hermione, come and analyze it for us. Harry and I were talking about inviting dance partners... Ha, you don't even know what Harry just said, he actually wanted to invite Ginny as a dance partner, how is that possible, it’s so fun!”

Hermione was silent for a moment, the corners of her mouth that were stiffened by the cold wind twitched a few times, and then turned to look at Ginny beside her.

Ginny also looked at her with an aggrieved look on her face.

…

Loren leaned against a thick beech tree by the lake, with dried mud marks on the back of his magic robe.

He fell into deep thought.

It's really strange why Hermione was clearly in front when she fell, and why he became the flesh pad underneath.

The group of young wizards practicing the Patronus Charm haven't left yet, but fortunately they didn't see the embarrassing appearance of the wrestling.

Speaking of which, the Black Lake is indeed a common place to practice magic. Spell casting is prohibited in the corridors and courtyards of Hogwarts Castle. In the past, young wizards often found abandoned classrooms to practice magic. However, facing the stone walls and walls guarded by ancient magic and alchemy, Even if you are a seventh grader, there will be no reaction if you throw a magic spell on the floor, making it boring and tedious to practice.

Ever since Professor Flitwick taught the importance of basic spells in the Charms Club open class, students have often gone to the Black Lake to practice magic. The feedback from the fish and water splashes is so interesting...

Forget about frying fish. I heard that a certain unknown male Gryffindor wizard foolishly threw explosive spells into the lake and was taught a lesson by giant squids and mermaids several times.

Loren knew without thinking that the student's surname was Finnigan. As for whether he did it on purpose, he couldn't tell.

When practicing magic spells, it is normal to have some minor accidents.

Loren looked away and began to think about his flying magic.

From flying carpets to broomsticks, from rune horses to hippogriffs, and even bird animagus...many examples show that flying is not difficult for wizards.

However, with the development of ancient magic, no one has concluded that flying magic is universally applicable. This involves many reasons, such as the difficulty of practicing and the high risk factor...

Principal Dumbledore once demonstrated flying magic in the Albanian forest, running through Apparitions and doing whatever he wanted, with almost no clues.

When entering the underground pipe in the secret room in the second grade, Professor McGonagall demonstrated flying magic. It was born out of the summoning of transfiguration. It was precise and rigorous in use, but not convenient.

Snape's flying magic is very strange. It seems to be inspired by bats and vampires, and he can achieve maximum speed with the help of his cloak.

I heard that Death Eaters also have a flying magic that turns into gray mist, which is very conspicuous, but I have never seen Professor Snape use it.

Loren remembered it most clearly and felt it most directly, Professor Flitwick, who demonstrated the flying magic improved by the Levitation Spell, and experienced it personally when he was learning Apparition.

Light and flexible, easy to retract and retract.

The most important point is that only the last type of flight can be understood by him.

Apply a floating spell to clothes and accessories to free your body from the constraints of gravity. After rising into the air, you can then start to solve the problem of having nowhere to rely on for movement. This is the scope of the summoning spell.

Loren sorted out his thoughts and stretched out his arms.

"Wow..."

The slight magic power caused the magic robe and shoes to vibrate, and Loren's body slowly lifted off the ground.

The feeling of being in the air and weightlessness caused the body's center of gravity to shift slightly, but it did not cause it to be completely unbalanced. Loren could not control it flexibly now. He could only hover and move stiffly a few inches off the ground, and his steering was always at a stiff right angle.

This was somewhat different from the flight he had expected. Steering and speed were both problems. It was not even as good as turning into an owl and flying with wings.

"Kacha kacha..."

Hard-soled leather shoes stepped on the snow, and when he heard a series of footsteps approaching, Loren controlled himself to land smoothly and turned around to look.

Fleur Delacour, who was wearing a light blue robe, stood under the beech wood. Her silver hair hung down around her waist, and her green eyes shone with faint silver light. She nodded with a smile on her lips: "Fleur Delacour Well, Beauxbatons.”

"Loren Morgan, Hogwarts, Gryffindor House." Loren glanced into the distance with his peripheral vision. The students practicing the Patronus Charm were almost gone, and only Graves and a man named Bu were left. A special girl.

"I recognize you, and thank you very much for taking care of Gabrielle." Like Gabrielle, her accent became a little strange when speaking long sentences. "This time, all the students here are senior students, plus I Campaigning to become a warrior, Gabrielle is very lonely. Thank you for asking Miss Weasley and Miss Lovegood to take care of her. "

"You should thank Ron, Ron Weasley. To be precise, he asked Ginny to take care of your sister." Loren said.

Fleur smiled faintly and did not continue the topic: "Mr. Morgan, your control of magic is very exquisite, and it is amazing to control the floating spell and the summoning spell at the same time... However, my grandma once told me that flying requires not only magic, but also closeness. While looking at the sky, you also need to feel the call of the earth.”

"Can you fly?"

Fu Rong's expression froze: "Not yet."

"Then what's the use of saying all this..." Loren suddenly became disgusted, "Do you have anything to do with me? If nothing happens, I'm going back to the castle."

Fleur's smile became a little forced. She hesitated for a few seconds and asked tentatively: "I want to know, what is your relationship with Ms. Maxim?"

Loren's eyes flashed slightly and he replied calmly: "It doesn't matter, I've never seen him before."

Fleur looked at Loren's face, picked up her robe, bowed her knees and saluted: "Okay, I'm sorry to disturb you, Mr. Morgan, goodbye."

Loren watched her go away, shaking his head and returning to the castle.

It seems that it is still suitable to practice in the Room of Requirement in the future.

Maxim, had Nico mentioned himself to her?

Probably not...

…

In the auditorium, Ron gritted his teeth in anger.

Damn Hermione, I just asked her to give her the idea to invite dance partners and didn't help. She kindly shared interesting jokes with her, but she actually made fun of herself and called Harry and Ginny away. How annoying!

Who wouldn’t want a beautiful dance partner who is willing to accept themselves?

If Loren wasn't good-looking, would they have been together since first grade?

Well, of course Harry and Ginny couldn't be dance partners.

What reason does this require?

Ron ate the donuts by himself and drank a large glass of pumpkin juice until his throat was cloying with the sweetness. The gas in his stomach was slowly expelled with hiccups, and his mind slowly calmed down.

Hermione called Harry and Ginny away, they wouldn't really be dance partners anymore.

Wouldn't it be that he is the only one who still can't find a dance partner?

Ron felt his stomach bloating again.

"elder sister!"

The girl sitting next to her shouted in surprise, got up and ran towards the door of the auditorium.

"Gabriel's sister?"

Ron's eyes followed the little girl as she ran towards the door, watching the dazzling Veela half-blood witch hug the girl into her arms.

Her long silver hair moved freely without wind, her green eyes seemed to fit into all the candles in the auditorium and the starry sky on the dome, and her appearance was beautiful. The arms are slender, the legs are long, the waist is plump, and the figure is graceful.

Ron suddenly had a bold idea.