The days of hanging out at Hogwarts

After entering March, the sky is always filled with clouds that are not very white in color, as if they were drawn by a child with a pencil.

There has been much less rainfall, the grass is no longer perpetually wet, and the wet and muddy paths have become much drier. But the wind got stronger, and every time they went to the field outside, the late-spring cold wind still hurt their hands and faces.

Durmstrang's big ship was moored on the shore of the Black Lake. Its slender mast and folded canvas were constantly swayed by the wind, making a sound like an old man trying to breathe hard. The old shell like a sunken shipwreck swayed with the water waves. It makes people worry that it will disintegrate in the next moment.

A few screws on the stop sign protruding from the side of Ilvermorny's school bus were loose, swaying back and forth in the cold wind and making a constant creaking sound.

In addition to the little wizards, the postmen of Hogwarts hated the cold weather even more. They stayed in the sheds all day long and nestled in nests made of soft cloth. No owl is willing to go out to deliver letters in such weather, and even letters from other places cannot be delivered in time because the strong wind always blows them away from their target.

After the Herbology class ended on Monday morning, Loren and Hermione took some time to go to the Owlery and hand over their monthly letters home to Hanhan.

The spectacled owl cooed and complained twice, flapped its wings, turned around and flew up into the sky, half of its feathers being blown around by the wind.

"The little spectacled owl has grown up and is a reliable postman."

Loren poked his head out to look for a while, but was soon blinded by the cold wind, so he timidly retracted his head behind the little witch, and pushed Hermione towards the paddock as if holding a shield.

Hermione was wearing a magic robe with wide sleeves. The March spring breeze, which was suddenly warm but still cold, blew all the moisture and coldness of the Forbidden Forest on her face, making the robe rustle, and goosebumps appeared on the exposed skin. .

Some owls are grown up and some are still very childish!

Hermione's face was expressionless, and there was no emotion in her heart.

I even thought it was okay, at least this was in Hogwarts school, not in a Muggle city. Otherwise, if a car drove through a puddle on the roadside, this person would even push himself in front to block the mud and water.

Loren huddled behind her, half of his face pressed against the girl's back, her fragrance was soft and fragrant. The little witch's curly hair was lifted up by the wind, blowing strands on her face and neck, which made her feel a little itchy.

Monday morning was all outdoor classes, we just finished herbal medicine class, this time it was Care of Magical Creatures.

Walking through the greenhouse, we were close to the Forbidden Forest. The sound of rustling treetops first reached our ears. When we looked up, we saw Hagrid vigorously digging in the soil in front of his hut. He seemed to be reclaiming a piece of land to grow vegetables. .

The little wizards who arrived before them were chatting around a large cardboard box.

"The squid won't be returned to the factory..."

Loren muttered something, and he and Hermione moved closer to take a look.

They are a group of fluffy black little guys, with long flat duck-like snouts, flat front paws like two shovels, and a small bag on their belly.

"Chirp!"

"Chirp..."

The little ones looked up and blinked at the class, seemingly confused by the attention of so many people.

At first glance, it looks weird, but upon closer inspection, it turns out to be a little cute.

It seems to be called Xiu Xiu, right?

Loren thought and observed.

It is said that Xiu Xiu has a gentle nature and will even be affectionate towards his master. However, it can destroy everything around it in search of shiny objects, so it is not suitable to be kept as a pet at home. If provoked, a Niffler may become aggressive.

"Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them" records a case from a hundred years ago. At that time, Gringotts' protective measures were not as strict as they are today. A clever Niffler once found a loophole and slipped in. It is said that the entire underground vault was almost destroyed. Evacuated.

It is said that the Niffler was unable to walk due to falling gold coins and was unwilling to throw away some of them, let alone transport them away in multiple batches. In the end, he was caught on the spot by the patrolling goblin, and both the person and the person got the stolen goods. He was incorporated into Gringotts as a safety test. member.

"Dear children, come closer!"

Hagrid shouted loudly and drew the students closer, "I think many of you have recognized them. These cute little guys are Sniffs. They can usually be seen in mines. They like shiny things...Here, look. ”

He threw a gold coin into the box, and a Sniff suddenly jumped up and bit it, scaring the little witches to take a few steps back.

"Very useful little treasure detectors." Hagrid said happily, "We can have fun playing with them today. Do you see there?"

He pointed to the large piece of newly opened land, which was the place where he had dug before, "I buried a few gold coins, two people worked in groups, one in each group, one Xiu Xiu, which group picked out the Xiu Xiu I will give a prize to whoever has the most gold coins.

"Take off all the valuable things you have on you, and then pick one to sniff.

"Get ready and let them go."

After the treasure hunt officially started, Sniffs burrowed in and out of the field, just like in water. Each one hurried to the classmate who let them go and spat the gold coins into their hands.

"Little guy, why don't you go find the gold coins?"

Loren scratched the chin of the sniffer in front of him. The little guy narrowed his eyes in comfort and rubbed his hand affectionately.

"Haw!"

"Are you hungry? Do you want a cookie?"

Hermione took out a chocolate chip cookie from somewhere, broke off a piece and handed it to Sniff's mouth.

The little guy sniffed a few times, opened his mouth suspiciously and swallowed, his eyes suddenly lit up: "Chirp!"

After eating three cookies in a row, the little guy didn't know whether he was full or tired of eating. He stopped opening his mouth no matter how much he was fed, and kept jumping up and down next to Loren. When she got tired of playing, she would lie down in his arms, turn out her soft belly, and blink at him with her shiny black eyes.

What else can I do with it? I can't just knead it hard!

Hermione next to her was so envious that she wanted to hit someone.

…

In the Transfiguration classroom, the bell rang.

The professors at Hogwarts control class time very accurately. They occasionally leave early and never procrastinate except for a few Potions professors. As the head of Gryffindor and the school's vice-principal, Professor McGonagall occasionally uses a few minutes before get out of class to finish class. Talk about school affairs.

For example, students are reminded that they are not allowed to go near the Quidditch pitch, which was chosen as the venue for the third game of the Goblet of Fire and is undergoing rigorous construction.

Trespassing is considered a violation of school rules.

Seeing the little wizard's eyes flickering and the eager expression clearly hanging on his face, Professor McGonagall pursed her lips. She remembered the conversation with Dumbledore not long ago and couldn't help but feel a little silent.

"Does the construction of the site need to be inspected?" Dumbledore said with a deep look in his eyes and an inscrutable look on his face. "Disclose this news to the children properly, and some brave students will take the initiative to inspect it for us."

Just take the initiative to jump into the pit.

Professor McGonagall pursed her lips and returned to her expressionless expression: "Potter, Morgan, you two stay here for a moment, everyone else, get out of class is over!"

"Goodbye Professor!"

The little wizards in the classroom left in a hurry. It was Thursday morning. There were no other classes after the Transfiguration. They were free until lunch time. They could not wait to start a new adventure.

Hermione slowly packed up her books, making up her mind that as long as Professor McGonagall didn't take the initiative to mention it, she would stay shamelessly.

Ron in the back row glanced at Professor McGonagall and shrank his head, apparently having the same intention.

Are there any other activities?

Loren wondered, and slowly walked to the desk with Harry.

"You two come to the front, too." Professor McGonagall glanced behind and said softly, "You must already know that the warriors from other schools are following their principals for special training. There is still time before the third project. It’s been a long time, so I’m going to give Harry some training as well.”

This was supposed to be Dumbledore's job!

Professor McGonagall paused and continued: "It's a good thing that you all are participating. Harry can practice dueling with wizards of different personalities and experience different fighting styles. I can also make suggestions for you based on your respective performances." Some suggestions, some dueling skills and awareness."

Hermione nodded thoughtfully. It seemed that the third item had a lot to do with the duel.

"Not just you, I also made an appointment with Principal Fontana of Ilvermorny this weekend, hoping that the exchanges between our two schools can create wonderful sparks.

"Well, the first duel practice was between Harry and..." Professor McGonagall's eyes wandered over the three of them. Although the duel club was closed, she knew a few of them fairly well after getting along with each other for several years.

Loren is talented but a little lazy, Hermione has solid theoretical knowledge, but her shortcoming is that she relies too much on books in practice and is not flexible enough... The strengths and weaknesses of the two complement each other to a certain extent, and their duel strength should be stronger than Harry's.

"Harry and Ron come first."

The tables and chairs in the Transfiguration classroom were quickly moved to the wall, leaving enough space for them to perform.

"[Fainted]"

"[Expelliarmus]"

"[Tongtong Petrochemical]"

"[Expelliarmus]"

"..."

"[Expelliarmus]"

"..."

"[Expelliarmus]"

Ron hurriedly avoided the oncoming red beam. From the corner of his eye, he saw the disarming spell smashing a set of solid wood tables and chairs, and the corners of his eyes couldn't help but twitch slightly.

Just, want to say something dirty.

Harry and Ron had practiced dueling many times over the past few years, with mostly similar results. In terms of spell level, Harry was much stronger, but Ron could always rely on anticipation and surprise to maintain the situation.

Until he was knocked over by an unreasonable disarming curse.

This time the result was similar.

"Okay, let's review the battle just now. Judging from the result, Potter, you won, but the one I want to praise more is Weasley..."

The theory of wizard duels taught by Professor McGonagall is similar to what Loren heard from Flamel in the book of fantasy. The basic points are the casting speed, the strength of single-target spells, and the opponent's attack timing, movement and avoidance, etc. The battle rhythm is controlled, but there are slight differences in details.

Professor McGonagall prefers to use transfiguration to play a role in the battle, which requires being more calm during combat, maintaining sanity at all times, and fine control of transfiguration.

This kind of teaching was very inspiring to Ron. For Harry, he seemed to be more willing to force his opponent to wrestle with him through powerful and heavy attacks, and to use spells to fight against him.

Professor McGonagall and Loren observed for a long time and couldn't help but feel a little silent.

Harry was already extremely talented. After many magic riots and Voldemort's soul fragments helped him develop his magic power, his magic power at a young age was already comparable to or even surpassed that of many adult wizards. Plus, he was gifted with the disarming spell——

Crude, but useful.

…

Saturday, abandoned classroom on the fourth floor.

"The last training was too hasty and ended with a brief explanation of the duel between Potter and Weasley..."

Professor McGonagall waved and motioned for them to stand in front to get to know each other with Graves of Ilvermorny, and then chatted with Principal Fontana opposite.

Loren, who is forced to get up early on weekends, has his eyelids drooping. Warriors exchange training, why should he be roped in?

Hermione tugged on his sleeve to prevent him from yawning in front of others, which would be too rude.

"Ilvermorny, Pickley Graves, nice to meet you."

"Gryffindor, Hermione Granger."

"Loren Morgan..."

"Ron Weasley, we are both Gryffindors, and Principal McGonagall is our Head of House."

There is nothing tortuous about young people's communication. They greet each other and introduce themselves one or two times, and they are considered acquaintances.

Graves had a friendly smile on his face. Bute had already found out clearly about the three friends of the warrior Harry Potter:

This girl has excellent grades in Transfiguration and Charms. The boy with black hair and black eyes is the boyfriend who is number one in the grade, and his good subject is potions. The red-haired one is named Weasley, the younger brother of the twins, and has excellent grades. generally.

They had wonderful adventures with Harry, dealing with trolls, dark wizards, and blind basilisks. His dueling ability should not be weak, but after all, he is three years younger than him...

Professor McGonagall next to him had finished his greetings. After thinking for a while, he said, "In this way, let's put the duel between the warriors later and let the two Lorens and Pikli give a demonstration first. What do you think?"

Principal Fontana nodded with a smile: "I will follow Professor McGonagall's arrangements."

Loren scratched his head, and he and Graves stood on the open space in the center of the classroom, facing each other, preparing for the drill.

Professor McGonagall said softly: "This is just a training exercise. You don't have to be obsessed with victory. If you have any fighting ideas, you can try it... superb spell alternation skills, simple and direct forcing wrestling, and even dexterous body movements. Stepping up and throwing punches is part of the fight.”

"Don't be restrained."

"..."

"Okay, Professor McGonagall!" Graves replied confidently.

He was fully prepared, and his mind was full of exquisite transformation scenes against enemies, deft combinations of magic spells, and even some magic that could only be learned and mastered by senior students.

Harry and Ron looked like they were enjoying the show.

Loren smiled. From several positions away, he could feel the eagerness to try. It seemed that this senior from Ilvermorny had many ideas that he wanted to try.

"Prepare!"