The days of hanging out at Hogwarts

"Gold Galleons, Silver Sickles, do you want the special edition of goblin silver coins for Hermione and me..."

Loren muttered softly and returned to the Gryffindor team. He found that Harry was loudly conspiring with Neville, asking him to pay attention to inquiring about information from the Auror parents and keep in touch during the holidays, preferably one letter a week. Neville listened carefully to Harry muttering the names of the Death Eaters, holding the memory ball in one hand, with a serious expression.

"Lucius Malfoy, McNeill, Avery, Nott, Crabbe, Goyle..."

"Loren! Loren!"

"?"

Why am I here?

Loren was stunned for a moment and looked over in confusion.

Pickley Graves, with a matte texture under the sunlight, hurriedly climbed the stone steps and came to the castle lobby. At the end of the field behind him, Loren could see the bright yellow school bus with the stop sign put away. Principal Agilbert Fontana stood at the door of the bus, urging the little wizards of Ilvermorny to get on the bus as soon as possible.

"Loren, Harry, Hermione, and Ron..." Graves approached and shook hands with them one by one. "I hope we can meet again. I have gained a lot from the duel practice. Loren, I hope I will have the opportunity to see your wonderful spells in the future. Hermione, your Transfiguration is eye-opening. And Harry, next time we meet, I will not be so embarrassed by your Disarming Spell." Graves paused and looked at Ron's eager eyes. He couldn't help laughing: "Your exquisite tactics are also very exciting." "Hehe..." Ron smiled with satisfaction, showing his front teeth foolishly. A sharp whistle sounded quickly, Graves turned around and strode towards the school bus that was about to start in Ilvermorny, waving at them without looking back, "Goodbye, everyone, it's a pleasure to meet you this time!" "I also want to say goodbye to you, Harry, Loren, Ron and Hermione." Fleur Delacour came over with a gentle smile, and even kissed Ron's cheek when she greeted several people one by one, "Gabriel, I say goodbye to you, thank you for your care during this period... We will see each other again soon, I hope to find a job here and improve my English." "Your English is good enough." Ron said in a trance. Fleur looked at his silly look and laughed: "Goodbye, everyone!" In the open field, the sturdy rune horse stretched its wings, Hagrid was helping Ms. Maxime put saddles on the two horses, and the Beauxbatons carriage was about to set off. Her back as she ran along the lawn towards Ms. Maxim attracted the attention of many young wizards. Her long silver hair rippled like waves in the sun, making people feel happy involuntarily.

Loren watched her gradually go away, and exclaimed as he admired her carefully.

Hermione glanced at him: "Does she look good?"

"She looks good." Loren nodded without changing his expression, "She has a small head, a slender neck, a well-proportioned body, smooth body lines, and a suitable proportion."

"..." Hermione was silent for a while. The comments were professional and not subjective. She couldn't find anything to refute or spit on for a while.

The sun became more and more dazzling. The big ship that had been parked on the lake for several months began to shake, causing a splashing sound of water. The dark mast was erected high, and the little wizard of Durmstrang was entering the cabin along the wooden board.

Ron squinted his eyes and looked out, unable to help but whispering: "Do you think they can still steer the ship without Karkaroff?"

"Karkaroff is not at the helm."

A hoarse and dull voice came from the bottom of the stairs, getting closer and closer, "He always stays in the cabin, and we do the work, and this time it was Professor Flitwick who escorted us back to Durmstrang."

Viktor Krum, wearing a black robe, came over, his face still cold, and his gloomy eyes swept over the faces of several people.

Harry Potter frowned slightly, probably because he was worried about Voldemort, Ron Weasley looked eager, he probably wanted to let himself sign... and Loren Morgan was whispering to Hermione, the sun fell on their shoulders, reflecting the golden glow of brown hair, and the girl's eyebrows were smiling.

Krum's eyes dimmed, and he shook hands with Harry: "Your flying skills are very good. I hope to have a chance to meet you at the Quidditch World Cup."

"Thank you for your compliment, but I haven't decided whether I want to be a professional player in the future..." Harry shook hands with him hurriedly, "Your performance is also very exciting, whether it is in the Quidditch World Cup or in the Goblet of Fire Championship."

"I wish you all the best."

Krum's voice was steady and calm. He didn't say hello to the others. After saying this, he turned and left, walking towards the Durmstrang ship.

"I hope they can change a more reliable headmaster..." Ron watched him go away.

The wooden planks connecting the hull and the lakeshore were retracted, and with a clattering sound, the heavy iron anchor was retracted into the cabin. The black hull was shaking on the water, sailing a distance towards the deep water, and gradually sank into the lake. The faint light flickering in the porthole also disappeared.

The loud train whistle sounded from afar, and only the sound of footsteps could be heard in front of the carriage. The young wizards of Hogwarts boarded the special train for home.

…

Under the cloudless blue sky, the rolling hills were covered with vegetation, with lush flowers and trees. The rails were hidden in the mountains. In this mysterious world that seemed like a fantasy, a train with a red body wound out of the wilderness.

Inside the carriage, the piglet was covered by Ron's robes. Because it was too active, it screamed and ran around in the compartment. Hanhan stood side by side with Hedwig, dozing with his head tucked under his wings. Crookshanks curled up on an empty seat, like a big, fluffy ginger cushion.

Hermione looked down at the two transcripts with the same score.

His score in Potions was much higher than hers, but her scores in the History of Magic and Transfiguration practical exams made up for this gap, and finally made up two transcripts tied for first place.

Hermione sighed melancholy: "How can Potions be deducted so many points?"

Loren came over and took a look, with the fresh and sweet smell of mint candy in his mouth: "Just do one less fill-in-the-blank question."

"???"

The other three people in the carriage were silent at the same time, and Ron angrily crumpled his transcript into a ball and stuffed it into his schoolbag. In previous years, Harry had the same score as him, but this year this person actually used his status as a warrior to escape the exam in a despicable way.

Shameful!

Harry, who didn't have a report card, coughed and decided to change the topic from meaningless grades and scores: "You know, Mrs. Weasley invited me to spend the summer at the Burrow, but Dumbledore refused. He still asked me to stay at Privet Drive for a month, not even to Sirius..." At this point, he sighed: "I don't understand why, the ancient magic my mother left in me has been broken by Voldemort..." Ron nodded in admiration: "Now there is Voldemort who is eyeing you covetously, and a group of Death Eaters outside. The Burrow is safer than the Muggle neighborhood." "Trust Dumbledore, he must have his reasons for doing this." Hermione's mind flashed with those strange words of Dumbledore last night. She pursed her lips and continued to persuade, "Harry, do you want to see the things your mother left you disappear just like that, just because you think it can't protect you anymore?" Harry was stunned.