The days of hanging out at Hogwarts

The second Thursday in August happens to be the day when the moon is full.

The salty egg yolk-like sun hadn't completely set yet. Loren pulled Hermione's suitcase, turned around and waved to the three parents following him, casually: "Go back, we will write back on time."

Monica stopped, pursed her lips and nodded to the two of them, her concerned eyes resting on them.

Wendell didn't look happy, and followed Monica step by step. He looked up at his daughter, then at Loren next to him, and curled his lips in displeasure.

Bates continued to follow behind, murmuring: "Be careful when you use magic to leave. Several neighbors will go out for a walk at this time... Although you always say there is no danger, you should be careful. Think more when you encounter something... Hermione, this guy's brain is not working well, please take care of him."

"Yes, I will." Hermione responded obediently.

Loren couldn't help but narrow his eyes slightly. He suspected that these two people were speaking ill of him to his face, but there was no evidence.

After pondering for a moment, Loren decided not to confront them head-on, and turned to Monica with a bright smile: "Mrs. Granger, I will definitely take good care of Hermione. I promise not to let her stay up late reading randomly. No." Let her do risky and stupid things."

Wendell rolled his eyes at him, and Monica smiled gently, gently touched his hair, and said in a gentle voice: "Thank you then, Hermione needs such care, please take good care of her for me. , supervise her to go to school peacefully, stay up late and read less on weekdays, and go outside to see green plants and breathe fresh air when she is free on weekends..."

"Mother……"

Hermione's cheeks felt hot.

Monica turned her head to look at her, touched her hair, pinched her face, pulled the two of them into her arms and hugged her hard.

Loren was silent for a moment and promised in a sullen voice: "Don't worry, I will definitely do it."

"Okay, that's it. Remember to write to us."

"Um."

The three parents stopped at the doorstep and looked at them with eyes as soft as the setting sun.

Hermione sniffed, noticed Loren looking at her, and glared at her with a sullen face: "Who wants you to supervise and take care of me?"

A slight smile appeared on Loren's lips, and he held her hand regardless of her awkward expression in front of her parents.

The wand passed through the afterglow of the setting sun, making a space-trembling explosion.

…

Privet Drive, Little Whinging.

The bedroom on the second floor of the Dursley's house.

Harry lay flat on the bed, staring at the ceiling with wide eyes, his expression gradually transitioned from expectant to listless, and his tired mind was almost blank.

Loren's letter said that someone would pick him up and leave today, but the day was almost over and he still hadn't heard anything.

In the cage next to her, Hedwig's big round amber eyes kept blinking, her mouth was stuffed with frogs, and she made vague sounds from time to time.

He had been lying here for almost a week, staying in this bedroom all day, only going out to move around when he went to the bathroom. Uncle Vernon opened a small trap door under the door to the room, and Aunt Petunia Pack meals in three times a day.

In fact, he could leave at any time, but every time he picked up his wand and walked to the door, he came back again.

For a long time Harry was restless, unable to calm down and do anything but pace around the bedroom. Sometimes he was completely listless, lying in bed like this for hours and hours with his head in his head. There are so many threads in my thoughts, but I can't find a single thread.

After being attacked by dementors that night, Harry received two letters. Both Mr. Weasley and Sirius told him to stay at the Dursleys and not go anywhere, but it was not up to him to decide whether to stay here or not. What made him stay was Aunt Petunia. To be precise, it was a yelling letter sent to Aunt Petunia.

The letter spontaneously ignited because it was not opened in time. The unfamiliar and terrifying voice only left one sentence: "Remember my last..."

What's the last thing?

Someone could actually write a howling letter to Aunt Petunia, who is a Muggle. Who is the author?

Every time Harry heard Aunt Petunia's footsteps coming in, he wanted to ask her what was going on with the howling letter, but instead of asking her these questions, it would be better to ask the doorknob...

A series of footsteps approached.

The voice was heavy, that of fat Uncle Vernon.

"Um?"

Harry's ears twitched and he stood up from the bed, turning his head to watch Uncle Vernon push the door and walk into his bedroom.

"We're going out."

"I'm sorry, what did you say?"

"What we're saying is that your aunt, Dudley, and I are going out."

"All right."

"You are not allowed to leave your room while we are away."

"OK."

"No touching the TV, no touching the stereo, no touching any of our stuff."

"OK."

"..."

Then he walked out of the room with heavy steps, and the door made a heavy sound when it hit the door frame. The footsteps gradually went downstairs. A few minutes later, the car engine rumbled and slowly accelerated out of the Dursley's courtyard.

The only sound in the empty house was the gurgling sound of water in the water pipes. The sky was gradually darkening. Harry was lying on the bed, as if in a state of numbness, thinking of nothing in his mind and restless in his heart.

Suddenly, there was a splashing sound from the kitchen downstairs.

A few minutes later, Harry stood on the stairs, looking at each other from afar with the seven or eight wizards below the hall, and couldn't help but fall silent.

Why so many people?

…

"No. 4 Privet Drive...that's right here..."

Loren glanced at the door number, breathed a sigh of relief, and pulled Hermione forward. Before he could knock on the door, the ajar door quietly opened.

Furniture was neatly arranged in the room, and the not-so-wide space was crowded with people.

A group of wizards were huddled at the end of the hall, their outlines illuminated by the slightly aged light bulbs. The leader was Alastor Moody, next to them was the familiar Professor Lupin, and a woman looked at them with interest. A few people in the back stretched their necks.

Loren and Hermione's expressions were a little subtle for a moment.

"Long time no see, Loren, Hermione." Remus Lupine walked up to him with a smile. When he saw him in New York, his mental state was much better, although there was an unconcealable expression on his face. Tired, but with calm eyes and a bright smile on his lips.

"Long time no see, Professor Lupin."

"Harry is packing his luggage upstairs. We can leave when he comes down..."

While talking, Loren and Hermione also learned about the wizard team that came to escort Harry today.

Nymphadora Tonks, a new Auror member of the Ministry of Magic, is also the famous Disguise Magus in Loren's memory. The violet-haired witch is the youngest member of the team, with a fair face and sparkling black eyes. Bright.

Kingsley Shacklebolt, head of the Auror Office, is dark-skinned, tall, bald, and has a low and slow voice.

As for Elphias Dorje, Dedalo Digo, Emmeline Vance, Stourge Podmore and Hestia Jones, there are too many people and their names are too long, so I can’t remember some of them. One by one, Loren marked them as ordinary members of the Order of the Phoenix.

The leader of the team is Mad-Eye Moody, who has long gray hair and a patch of bald area above his right ear. It seems that Crouch Jr. bald him last year. One of his eyes is small, black and shiny. Like beads, the other eye is big and round, shining with electric blue, and a large piece of flesh is missing on the nose. At this moment, two asymmetrical eyes are narrowed and staring at them suspiciously.

"Can you guarantee it's them, Lupin?" Moody shouted gruffly. "If we bring back two Death Eaters pretending to be them, we're going to be in big trouble. We'd better ask them some questions." ——”

"Things that only I know..."

Tonks drawled, sounding a little sinister, and shook her violet hair, "I have to do this again every time I see someone. If I hadn't forged the winning letter and defrauded the Dursleys, they would probably I'll be given a bottle of truth serum! I can't stand it any more. Please take your time and question me. I'll go upstairs and see Harry."

Watching Tonks running up the stairs briskly, Hermione didn't understand what was going on for a moment. She just scratched her hair in confusion and looked at Professor Lupin in front of her.

"Mad-Eye was suspicious when he saw Harry just now, so Tonks said this...for safety's sake." Lupine looked at her back as she walked up the stairs quickly, smiled at the two of them and asked, "So, Is there a secret that only we know?"

"We once suggested that you use Animagus to deal with werewolf disease." Loren paused and couldn't help but ask casually, "What are the results of your implementation in the werewolf group?"

"The situation is a bit complicated, but overall it's going smoothly." Lupine gestured to Mad-Eye to indicate that the verification was passed, and then patted Loren on the shoulder, "There are too many people here, let's talk outside, anyway, it will be a while He also left on a broomstick.”

"Ride a broom?" Hermione was a little confused.

"The Floo Network is under Ministry of Magic surveillance, Harry has not yet passed his Apparition exam, and we do not have the appropriate portkey."

Lupine glanced back to make sure that the people inside could not hear what they were saying, and quickly added, "The main reason is that Mad-Eye wants to check if there are any traitors among these people. Only us and Dumbledore know about this operation. Let's get on with it." That's enough time to get word out that if we get attacked by any of them..."

The rest of the words were not finished, but both Loren and Hermione understood what he meant and subconsciously wanted to look into the crowd, but immediately restrained themselves.

Loren said wisely: "Let's talk about the werewolf. Did the plan go well?"

"The ideas and plans are feasible, but it is very difficult to implement them." Lu Ping leaned against the wall beside the door, looking up at the clear and cloudless night sky, "Most people infected with werewolf disease cannot accept normal treatment. Magic education, knowing nothing about the principles and applications of transfiguration, is very difficult to teach from scratch. Fortunately, Dumbledore contacted Ilvermorny for us, and they opened a special teaching class for werewolves. "

"The very few Muggle werewolves who are even more troublesome have no magic power and cannot learn Animagus. The Magical Congress of the United States contacted the Muggle government to establish a special hospital and funded a large amount of supplies. The full moon night was spent with large doses of sedatives. , but..."

Lu Ping rubbed his brows, his fatigue visible to the naked eye. "They asked for some limited research. We were worried that the werewolf disease would be leaked, so we signed a complicated magical contract with every hospital employee, which made it very troublesome."

Loren and Hermione were somewhat silent after hearing this. These phenomena were actually not unexpected.

There are countless similar novels and movies, not to mention the contagious werewolf disease, and a few years later, even the completely uncontrollable coronavirus can be studied and spread...

After Loren thought about the principles and transmission methods of werewolf disease, he shook his head slightly: "Don't worry too much. The contagiousness of Muggle werewolves has been weakened. Without an understanding of the basic principles of magic, they can't research anything."

"It is indeed the case. We consulted many magical animal experts, therapists and werewolf researchers to confirm that the danger is controllable before agreeing. Otherwise, we would not dare to take the risk..."

Lu Ping sighed and breathed a sigh of relief, "I'm sorry, I stayed there for too long and my mind was full of these things, making you worry... Let's not talk about these, let's talk about the mysterious man. I still have It’s not clear why that person suddenly came back to life, and the Ministry of Magic still has no response plan.”

"Well..." Loren spread his hands, "It's a long story and the situation is a bit complicated. I can only pick out a few things I can tell you. You have to ask Dumbledore yourself for the specific situation. This depends on Speaking of Crouch and his son..."

A few minutes later, the wizards headed by Moody walked out one by one and came to the beautifully manicured lawn of the Dursleys' house. When the Disguise Magus witch reappeared, she had changed into bubblegum pink. color.

Harry was even more excited when he saw the two of them, and couldn't hide his excitement. However, he still resisted the urge to rush over and speak loudly in front of all the wizards, and winked at the two of them: Let's talk when we get there...

"A clear night, it would be nice if there were some clouds for cover."

Moody muttered, and scanned the surrounding sky with his blue magic eyes, and arranged the mission in a rough voice: "We flew forward in a tight formation, Tonks broke the wind, Lupin paid attention to the ground, and the others Stay behind and don't mess up the formation no matter what. Do you understand? If any of us are killed halfway, come back to look for the body after the mission is over. If we are all dead, you can fly east and someone will come to take care of you... …”

These words made the atmosphere a little tense, except for Tonks who happily tied Harry's empty box and owl cage to her broom. If Loren was using Legilimency on her at this time, she would be able to hear her. A little tune humming from the bottom of my heart:

I thought it would be a hard job selling goods, but I didn’t expect it to be easy and enjoyable!

After determining that the time was right, Tonks and Harry, who was hidden by the Disillusionment Curse, mounted their brooms and took off one after another, hovering in the air, looking down and waiting for Loren and Hermione to join them.

"I have a little question..."

Hermione silently raised her right hand and whispered, "Loren and I don't have brooms..."