The days of hanging out at Hogwarts

June 23, morning.

The Potions practical exam ended at ten in the morning, and the little wizards who walked out of the classroom looked a little dazed.

Professor Snape's teaching content this school year is not complicated. The focus is on the identification of different types of poisons and the preparation of antidotes. During class, he often threatened Gryffindor students. On Tuesday, he told Neville that he would use toad poison. Lucky Test Poison, Thursday said he would poison Harry's Halloween and Christmas dinners...

What no one expected was that the final practical exam question was Potion of Endurance, and some students from Gryffindor House and Hufflepuff House who were obsessed with guessing the question said they were fooled.

Loren did not go to the library to review with Hermione, but made an appointment to meet in the Great Hall later. He stayed to help Professor Snape.

After the students' potions were boiled, they were put into slender glass bottles. According to the color, layering state, and viscosity of the potions... Loren first roughly packed the potions into three boxes, and the failed one A box that barely passes, but an excellent box.

Professor Snape looked through them carefully, filling out the grades on the parchment paper according to the labels on the medicine bottles, and sometimes unscrewing the corks and sniffing.

The final destination of these examination works is also different. The best batch will be given to Madam Pomfrey for reserve medicine; the smaller batch will flow to the market and be distributed through different channels, and the proceeds will be used for teaching in the next semester; and the third batch will be dumped. Enter the toilet and flush into the Black Lake through the sewer.

"Don't be anxious, look carefully. The color of the endurance potion is similar to July grass juice. It can't be light or too dark. This bottle is so thick that it turns black. The viscosity is slightly higher than that of water, but lower than that of water. Olive oil, you need to observe the flow state...

“Sometimes it’s hard to tell with the naked eye, so you can use a small stick to dip some in it.

"After the fourth grade endurance potion review is completed, there are also potions from other grades. I will come and help tomorrow when I have time. You can just grade the lower grade potions directly without classifying them."

Loren felt like he had been caught. He wanted to ask if the Potions Assistant was paid, but after looking at Professor Snape's face, he still couldn't ask.

"Good professor."

"Are there any exams later?"

"There is also History of Magic, which is the last subject. After the exam, we will watch the competition." Loren replied.

Every year's exam seemed to put History of Magic at the end. He had reasonable suspicion that other professors had no human rights when they bullied Professor Binns. It was a proper case of school bullying.

"Watching the game..." There was a faint wave in Snape's eyes, "Just stay in the audience and don't do unnecessary things."

Loren glanced at him suspiciously.

Professor, you seem to be hinting at something...

"Go back and review."

"Good professor."

Snape casually threw the potion in his hand into the third box, and the glass bottles clinked together with a crisp clang.

Loren left the classroom silently. Professor Snape's expression was a little gloomy, maybe because Harry Potter failed to take the exam.

Quickly go upstairs and come to the auditorium.

Harry was sitting next to Ron, flipping through his notebook boredly, with a sad expression.

Because he is a warrior, he does not have to take exams. Every time he takes an exam, he sits with the invigilator professor, and from time to time they can chat about strategies for dealing with the maze.

During the last Care of Magical Creatures exam, Harry wandered around the grounds with Hagrid. After the exam, he met Loren and the others to discuss some strange questions, such as how to deal with the Blast-tailed Skrewt, the Sphinx and the Manticore. How to answer the beast's question and how to avoid being entangled in the devil's vine...

Loren gained a new understanding of the shady nature of the Goblet of Fire.

Ron was worrying about the upcoming History of Magic exam. He knew clearly what the test points were. Hermione and Loren had highlighted the key points for him respectively. But knowing that the knowledge needed to be tested didn't mean that he didn't need to memorize it. The goblin rebellion lasted for decades. Years, every knowledge point is enough to be expanded into a paper.

Analysis of the pre-war situation, the time and place of the outbreak of the war, and the significance of the victory or defeat of the war. In addition, what role did the relevant magic used in the war play, what problems were exposed, and how could future generations improve it?

If he were asked to recite them all, Ron would rather bathe the squid.

Hermione sat opposite the two of them, her lips moving as she kept reciting the passages she had memorized.

Loren quickly came to sit next to Hermione, glanced at her densely packed notebook, and was suddenly attacked by a mysterious force. He immediately turned around and chose to fish: "Tsk, Harry, what are you thinking about with such a sad look on your face? You're worried about it later. How can I chat with Professor Binns?"

"I can't go to the examination room with you." Harry sighed even more melancholy, "Professor McGonagall told me that the warriors' relatives were invited to watch the finals, and the warriors will meet their relatives in the afternoon."

"What's there to worry about?"

"You didn't think the Dursleys were coming, did you?"

"Um...where is your godfather?"

"Sirius has been busy and probably won't be able to come."

A picture emerged in Harry's mind - the other warriors were meeting cordially with their relatives, and he was left alone next to him. He couldn't help but let out a long sigh. Fortunately, the reporter lady was not here, otherwise he would be in "The Prophet" again tomorrow. I saw myself on the headlines in the daily newspaper.

Ron's head was buried in the History of Magic textbook, his eyes rolling around.

After lunch, they sat in the auditorium for half an hour.

"Harry, let's go take the exam first. If there are any extra test papers, I'll ask Professor Binns for one and bring it to you this afternoon to relieve your boredom." After Loren said that, he left, holding Hermione's arms carelessly. shoulder, leaning next to her ear to teach her exam tips, "Don't panic when you encounter a question you don't know during the exam. Read the question first, see what content the question involves, and write down everything you can think of! No matter what the answer is, No, Professor Binns might be confused and give you more points..."

Hermione looked helpless, but Ron listened intently with a serious look on his face.

Watching their retreating figures, Harry's smile slowly faded. When he turned around, he met the somewhat disappointed gaze of Viktor Krum. He was sitting next to the long Slytherin table and seemed to be looking at Lorraine just now. Lun them.

Krum withdrew his gaze and lazily stood up and went to the conference room at the back of the auditorium, where relatives met. Fleur Delacour, Cedric of Hufflepuff, and Graves, who were sitting at the Ravenclaw table, left one after another, and the auditorium gradually became deserted.

Just when Harry was about to go to the library to study some spells, the door to the conference room opened and Cedric stuck his head out: "Harry, come on, they are waiting for you!"

…

When the end-of-exam bell rang, Ron couldn't sit still immediately. He pulled Loren and ran to the conference room in the side hall of the auditorium. Hermione followed behind with light steps, asking them the last few questions on the test paper while running.

"Are you also eager to look up the names of some goblin generals? To be honest, their naming methods are too weird. I can't remember their middle names."

Pushing the door open and walking into the conference room, they immediately understood the reason for Ron's hurry.

Cedric and his parents stood by the door, laughing and talking over the first two projects, and Mr. Amos Diggory laughed until his mouth split.

Viktor Krum was speaking fast Bulgarian to his black-haired mother in a corner of the room. His father stood beside him silently, his father and son's aquiline nose snorting from time to time, with pleasure and joy. pride.

Fleur and Gabrielle stood next to the lady they thought was gentle and beautiful, chattering in French. Graves stood upright in the corner, the stark contrast between his parents' black and white skin.

The most eye-catching thing is the large family in front of the fireplace, all with red hair, as if the flames in the fireplace have jumped outside. Molly and Bill took Harry to greet them, and when they saw them opening the door, they waved to them with smiles.

"I didn't expect it!"

Molly hugged each child warmly, not forgetting to lean over and kiss their cheeks, "While I'm watching Harry play, I can also see you before your summer vacation, my dear..."

Loren and Hermione were both slightly ashamed.

Bill smiled and shook hands with them. The braids on his head and earrings with fangs did not match his gentle smile at all: "How are you guys? Charlie wants to come too, but he has to stay in Romania to take care of the female dragon who can't leave. , the dragon egg cracked, and the female dragon suffered from depression."

Hermione's little face showed a bit of confusion. She was sad for the fire dragon but also curious at the same time. She couldn't help but ask: "Can fire dragons also be depressed? What are the symptoms of their depression?"

"..."

Loren noticed a burning gaze coming from not far away. Fleur Delacour looked over her mother's shoulder and looked at Bill with interest, seeming to be interested in those fashionable accessories.

Returning to Hogwarts, Molly and Bill's eyes were shining, as if they had endless words to say.

"I haven't seen this place for five years. Is the portrait of the mad knight still there? It seems to be called Sir Cadogan?"

"I'm still here, and I quarrel with the freshmen every semester."

"How is the Fat Lady?"

"It's still the same."

"How was the exam today?"

"Oh, that's okay. I couldn't remember the names of all the rebel goblin generals, so I made up a few."

"That's right, I couldn't remember this when I was studying. They all called me names like Long Beard and Sloppy Ghost Lala. Who can remember this? They can only make it up."

"..."

As he was talking, the fireplace suddenly burst into green flames, with black soot rising around it. Accompanied by a choking coughing sound, a tall and thin man with black hair stepped out of the fireplace, his striking gray eyes blinking constantly due to the smoke.

"Ahem...Professor McGonagall told me that this fireplace is clean, but that's really untrue."

"Sirius! You're here too!"

Harry came up to him in surprise. Molly and Sirius were also acquaintances, and they pulled Bill forward to reminisce about old times. The warm and joyful atmosphere between them was even stronger than the fire next to them.

Loren and Hermione stood behind, looking at Sirius Black, whom they had not seen for a long time, from a distance. His long loose hair was trimmed to only the length of a knuckle, his thin cheeks were plumped, and his chin was covered with a layer of With a green and black beard and a casual jacket, he looks much more energetic.

As if feeling his gaze, Sirius looked up and as he gradually walked in, the smile on his face faded little by little, and finally stood in front of Loren.

Harry didn't know what happened, and looked at Mrs. Weasley who was silent next to him, feeling a little confused.

After a moment of silence, Sirius said softly: "I haven't had a nightmare in a long time."

"Yes." Loren looked at him expressionlessly. The scarlet bloodshot eyes had indeed dissipated, leaving only the slightly cloudy whites.

"Now..." Sirius stared into those eyes, tried his best to resist the urge to look away, and asked carefully, "Can you forgive us?"

He heard his heart pumping blood faster, and thin sweat dripped from the pores all over his body and quickly evaporated. The disappearing heat made him feel cold all over, and he almost wanted to shiver.

"..."

No one spoke. Hermione grasped the hand of the person next to her, clenching it so tightly that part of the flesh turned white due to hard squeezing.

Sirius's face turned pale and he was silent for a moment. He forced a smile and said, "Then, can you be invited to my wedding? This summer, probably in August."

"wedding!"

Harry and Ron exclaimed from behind. They immediately wanted to go forward and ask, but Molly held her tightly and kept winking at them.

Loren's heart moved and he nodded slightly. He could clearly see Sirius's eyes sparkling with joy, and the smile on his pale face became much more sincere.

"I think you guys have a lot to say." Loren said softly, "I won't disturb your reunion."

"Thank you, thank you..."

…

The stars are bright on a summer night.

It has been almost two weeks since the last full moon. The moon is only a narrow and thin hook. Without the suppression of moonlight, the other stars have room to shine. Their colors vary in depth and brightness, and some are bright. But there is only a small point, some are dim but are light red like small fragments.

Loren was lying on the railing of the astronomy tower, his eyes reflecting the brilliant flowing stars.

Hermione stayed by his side, feeding a few biscuits to his mouth from time to time. She looked up at the stars and sighed: "Mr. Morgan, if you don't cheer up, I'll run out of snacks."

Loren was a little embarrassed: "I have it here, I can feed you as long as you want!"

Hermione reached out and patted him on the shoulder, with a hint of helplessness in her gentle voice: "I know you have, but I feel like you've been lying to me to feed you snacks all afternoon."

"How can I have an afternoon? It's obviously the end of the exam, and I went to the conference room to chat for half an hour. It's only half the afternoon." Loren's voice gradually relaxed, and he breathed into his lungs the cool evening breeze that blew through the tower on a midsummer night. He took a long breath, as if all the heat and depression had been discharged.

"Yes, it was half an afternoon because I didn't have enough snacks." Hermione nodded.

Loren tilted his head and sadly realized that he was already taller than the little witch. He had to bend his knees to do this action, which was no longer as comfortable as before.

Hermione pursed her lips and pulled him into her arms: "Do we really want to go to that summer wedding?"

"Go ahead. Although I don't like him very much, looking at Principal Dumbledore's face..."

"What does this have to do with Principal Dumbledore?"

"Then for Voldemort's sake."

"What does this have to do with Voldemort?"

"You'll know then."

"..."