The days of hanging out at Hogwarts

"Hagrid, what's wrong with him?" Hermione's voice was a little tight.

In the current situation where Voldemort has made a comeback and Death Eaters are lurking in the dark, the words of the old headmaster will inevitably make people uneasy.

The golden flame fluttered and swayed twice due to the suddenly accelerated words, and then slowly returned to its normal state under the comfort of the internal magic cycle, burning quietly, releasing soft light and heat.

Dumbledore was still looking at the flames, with a smile on his lips and a calm expression: "Don't worry, there is no life-threatening danger at the moment. We, Professor Care of Magical Creatures, just encountered a little trouble on the way back to Hogwarts."

"What's the trouble, where has he gone?" Hermione asked.

"He wanted to bring a strange-looking friend who was inconvenient to travel back to Hogwarts. He needed to avoid the local aborigines, Muggles and other wizards, so he was delayed in setting off..." Dumbledore paused. Zuo pondered and said thoughtfully, "I need you to respond."

The worry on Hermione's face disappeared, her face was expressionless, and she asked coldly: "His friends are not some magical animals such as fire dragons, thunderbirds, and poison horns. The danger level is 5X. If they lose control even slightly, they will be destroyed." A big city kind of thing.”

"Please rest assured, I guarantee in the name of the principal that his friend may be a little taller, but like us, he has two hands and two feet, eyes, nose, and mouth, no extra scaly wings, and he will not spray from his mouth casually. Fire will not be pushed back and forth with sharp corners containing highly toxic substances..."

Loren carefully put the Gubler Immortal Fire into a high-temperature-resistant snake bone container, put it into the pendant around his neck, held the pendant and fell into deep thought.

According to time calculation, Hagrid should be on an envoy mission now to win over the giants.

If he remembered correctly, the friend he wanted to bring back was his half-brother, the pure-blood giant Grawp...

Pooh!

This old man with a white beard is really shameless in ruining the reputation of the Headmaster of Hogwarts with such a calm look on his face.

Loren glanced at Dumbledore sideways: "Just tell me, is it a 5X dangerous creature rated by the Ministry of Magic?"

"Well..." Dumbledore twirled the beard in front of him with a tangled expression.

Hermione's slightly softer eyes became sharp again, and she looked at the old principal expressionlessly: "A little taller, but otherwise just like us... He's a giant, right? Judging from your tone, he's still an orthodox pure-blood giant. It's dangerous. The level is the same as that of an adult fire dragon."

"Ahem..." Dumbledore looked away guiltily and said without confidence, "I don't know the specific situation very well. Wait until you see Hagrid and ask him in person..."

It's so strange, why does Hermione's eyes look exactly like Minerva's?

But the one who made the mistake was Rubeus Hagrid, Professor of Care of Magical Creatures. What does it have to do with him as the principal?

Hermione looked at the principal's gradually calmer expression, frowned and asked:

"Where is he hiding now?"

"At the foot of Ben Nevis, I don't know the exact location."

…

It was mid-August and the weather was sunny.

Hermione went upstairs after breakfast and found Kreacher behind the curtains in the living room on the second floor.

After Hu Meizi was cleaned up, this old house elf seemed to take their place and live here. He would often stay alone behind the curtains, silent and just standing in a daze. Others in the old house did not object. It's a bit out of sight, out of mind.

The sun was rising, and the white hair sticking out of the old elf's ears was coated with a layer of gold by the sunlight, dispelling some of the twilight energy on this body.

"Kreacher."

Hermione shouted softly, came to the window and spread the palm of her right hand, showing the slightly charred locket: "The locket has been destroyed by Dumbledore, Regulus's wish has been completed, there was a little rush last night, We forgot to inform you."

"It's done..." Kreacher whispered, his expression in a daze.

Hermione didn't like this elf who discriminated against blood, but when she saw his appearance, she felt inexplicably sad. She paused and said softly: "Sorry, I can't give the locket to you yet. Loren wants to keep it for research. The magic text above."

"You can keep the Dark Lord's things if you want..."

The old elf, who had been alone in the old house for more than ten years and never felt bored, exhaled. The obsession that he had been holding on to was let out at this moment, and his bony back became lower.

"Loren and I are leaving. We may go back to school directly when school starts. You...you take care of yourself."

Hermione sighed, stood up and walked downstairs.

The old elf murmured Regulus's name repeatedly, and unknowingly he shed tears. He slowly raised his head and looked in the direction of the Leo constellation, his lips trembling: "Master Regulus, did you see it? You saw it. ……"

Walk all the way to the underground kitchen and walk to Loren.

There were many people in the room, all standing not far in front of the fireplace, watching Sirius rummaging around and checking whether the dusty fireplace could still carry people for long distances.

"Isn't it said that minors cannot join the Order of the Phoenix? Why are they sent out to complete the mission?"

Harry and Ron angrily questioned the adult wizards present, their faces full of anger.

Loren glanced back at him, spread out his hands and sighed helplessly: "Dumbledore's arrangement, actually I don't want to go either."

"..." Harry and Ron became even angrier when they heard this, gritting their teeth and inhaling, like Crookshanks being angered by a fox.

Mundungus had a messy head of ginger hair, a pipe in his mouth but didn't dare to light it, and muttered with envy: "Look, a fireplace that is not supervised by the Ministry of Magic. It's worthy of being a big family. With this, no matter how poor you are, you won't be too poor..."

George and Fred's eyes lit up, tacitly avoiding Molly's sight, and moved over in small steps to ask why.

"You don't understand, the fireplace is not monitored by the Ministry of Magic, which means a secret transportation channel, and a secret transportation channel means scarce goods, and there is no tax..."

Sirius, who had been tinkering with it all morning, straightened his back, patted the coal ash on his body, and spit twice: "It's still strong, the fireplace can still be used. If you want to go to Ben Nevis, there is an open swill bar in the wizard village in Scotland. The owner is the cousin of Old Tom of the Leaky Cauldron. He won't meddle in other people's business. Just leave when you get there... The return trip is a bit troublesome. See if you can take the Knight Bus."

"We have a more convenient way to come back, don't worry." Loren nodded and said calmly.

No. 12 Grimmauld Place does not prohibit Apparition, so they can just teleport back when the time comes. If it takes some time to find Hagrid, they may return to Hogwarts in time for the new semester.

"I made some pies for you to take away. Remus said you have some fresh food, and some fried steaks and fried fish..."

Molly came over in an apron, wanting to hug Loren and Hermione in her arms, but found that the oil and flour on the apron stopped again. She took back her hands and complained with a slightly crying voice, "I really don't know what Dumbledore is thinking. Doesn't the Order of the Phoenix have adult wizards? Why send you two little guys to do the mission..."

"It's okay, we're not going to deal with Death Eaters."

"If we're lucky, we'll be back in less than two days."

Loren and Hermione let Mrs. Weasley arrange it, packed all kinds of hot food and stuffed them into the pendant, said goodbye to everyone one by one and walked into the fireplace.

Floo powder rose, and green flames flashed by.