The days of hanging out at Hogwarts

Ben Nevis mountainside.

Loren stretched out and got out of the tent. They stayed up all night the night before and went to bed as soon as the moon rose last night. Hermione was also a little tired, so she slept peacefully - in his arms.

I just woke up earlier than him and got up early.

Outside the tent, hot milk, bread and fried bacon were placed on the deformed stone dining table. Breakfast was not a rich one, but considering this was camping in the wild, it was good to have steaming food.

Hermione was standing in the open space next to her, wearing a denim jacket and jeans. The docile fabric outlined graceful curves. A ball of clear water summoned by [Clear Water Like a Spring] floated in front of her. She simply wiped it with a towel soaked in water.

When he slowly swayed to her side and reached out to hold her waist, Hermione put the wrung towel into his hand:

"You have your own toothpaste and toothbrush. Wash up quickly. After breakfast, we will set off to catch up with Hagrid."

"oh."

Loren squeezed the wet towel and grinned.

You must know that she woke up earlier than him before, and she would wait silently for him to wake up before getting up together.

Since leaving No. 12 Grimmauld Place, due to various special circumstances, they were forced to have close contact for several nights in a row. Before, they had been worried about the Giant Tribe and Hagrid's safety. The little witch did not react, but as the Giant Tribe came to They basically understood the matter, and the Death Eaters were also put into jars. Hermione seemed a little shy.

Shyness is great, shy little girls are the most interesting.

His face is red, and he will panic and avoid looking at each other accidentally.

He likes to see Hermione shy the most...

Loren was washing and brushing his teeth while talking to Hermione: "Well... when we were in the tent in the morning, I seemed to see you writing something in the notebook..."

"Recording the situation of the giant tribe, I feel that the situations of house elves and giants are similar."

"Minister Granger is wise."

Hermione rolled her eyes at him: "You woke up early and you still stay in bed in the tent?"

"You don't have to stay in bed? How can you eat the breakfast cooked by Minister Granger without staying in bed?" Loren put away the toothpaste and toothbrush, unfolded the towel in his hand, and wiped his face happily.

"..."

Hermione's eyelids twitched a few times, a blush appeared on her cheeks, and she turned her head away without looking.

A few minutes later, the two sat on the stone table and chairs to enjoy breakfast.

The milk and bread were both ready-made in the pendant, and the bacon was fried slightly. I don’t know what Hermione used to fry it. Loren didn’t have the idea to find out. It’s good to eat some. He praised while eating:

"This milk is so hot, it's not cold or hot in the mouth... This bread is also good, it tastes like bread... This bacon is also good, I like to eat it a little burnt."

"Shut up."

"oh."

Loren was quiet for a few seconds, until the bread in his mouth was swallowed into his stomach, and the conversation just now was also swallowed into his stomach, and he spoke again: "After breakfast, remember to remind me to feed the hamsters in the jar. If two of them die from eating The disciples didn't die in the duel, but starved to death in the glass bottle, and they will definitely become ghosts and come back to haunt us."

"When did you become a hamster?" Hermione grabbed the blind spot.

"Yesterday afternoon, I thought the stoat was too big, so I turned it into a hamster for them."

Hermione nodded: "How much food should I feed, the amount of food for a hamster, or the amount of food for an adult?"

"Just throw in a few crumbs. Peter Pettigrew has lived as a mouse for so many years. If he ate an adult's food every day, Mrs. Weasley would have noticed something was wrong."

"..."

Hermione glanced at him.

I suspect you are speaking ill of Mrs. Weasley, but have no proof.

The two people who had eaten breakfast threw some bread to the hamsters in the jar and put it into the storage scales without carefully checking whether they were eating.

Half an hour later, the two of them ran through the dense woods and chased in the direction Hagrid left.

Loren's speed was not slow. The floating spell enveloped his body, and he was exploring while floating.

It was easy to find the direction of Hagrid and Grawp. After all, there were rarely footprints larger than a human being in the woods, which stretched all the way with almost no interruption.

This place is already on the mountainside, and the temperature is much higher than at the top of the mountain. The water, soil and climate are very suitable for plant growth. The trees in the forest are lush and there are many signs of various animal activities, the most conspicuous of which are the giant footprints.

It was difficult to find the previous giant tribe in the territory, because those giants had almost trampled the surrounding land. Occasionally there were a few huge footprints and it was unclear which giant left them, but now they have gone west. After walking several hills, they were already far away from the depressions and the activity range of the giants. The only footprints pointed out the way for them.

Hermione estimated the distance.

Hagrid left a few days ahead of them. A hybrid giant and a giant couldn't travel much faster, not to mention that they used levitation spells to catch up. They should be able to catch up with Hagrid by tomorrow at the latest.

The sky was getting dark, and the journey was a little longer than they thought. The two entered the forest.

The setting sun sinks into the mountains to the west, golden clouds pile up in layers, like soft silk, straight tree trunks point to the sky, and fallen leaves cover the forest floor.

Loren pushed aside the intertwined shrubs and grass, and determined that Hagrid had stopped and rested in the open space in front of him. Huge footprints were all over the open space, which was slightly messy. There was also a pile of burnt firewood left in the middle, which was pitch black. It must have been that a lot of wet wood was burned with a fire spell, and there were some irregular pieces in the ashes.

"Professor Hagrid can't do it. I have been a guard in the Forbidden Forest for more than ten years. Why do I still make this mistake? The smoke is not too thick even when I use wet firewood..." Loren lowered his head to check, raised his eyebrows and joked, "There is still something inside." There is oil, it’s barbecue here.”

"Experienced Mr. Morgan, I wonder if you have noticed that this pile of ashes is still hot."

Apparently Miss Granger was observing more closely.

Loren squatted down and stretched out his hand to feel it, then looked up in the direction where the footprints extended: "They shouldn't have gone far yet. Come on, let's catch up."

…

The front ends of the newly broken branches from the trees were shaved into smooth roasting skewers, which were ruthlessly penetrated into the two disemboweled rabbits, and then roasted quietly on the fire. The proteins were changed under the action of high temperature. The rabbit skin, coated with marinade and honey, gradually turns an attractive golden color.

Wet firewood cannot burn fully, causing choking white smoke to rise.

But neither of the two brothers who were waiting by the campfire was willing to move their noses, watching eagerly as the flames licked the rabbit meat. The fat was melted by the high temperature, soaked with spices, and exuded the unique and charming aroma of barbecue.

Hagrid brushed oil on the skin of the rabbit meat and applied a layer of brown sauce. He turned the rabbit to make the heat evener: "It's a pity that we can only find rabbits in the forest. They are too small. There is not much meat except the bones. Inside the meat There is not much oil, and it will be dry after two bites. When we get to Hogwarts, Graup, I will roast a whole lamb for you. No, I will ask Loren to roast a lamb for you. The taste will be great. ...hiss..."

Grawp glared at Hagrid. What's wrong with this guy? He just grills meat and talks. Why is he grilling meat while talking and almost drooling on the roasted rabbit?

"When you arrive at Hogwarts, you can also meet many new friends, the kind and brave Harry, the silly Ron, the always serious Hermione, and the Loren I just mentioned, who makes the best barbecue. "Hagrid saw the giant staring at the rabbit on the fire, obviously not understanding what he said, and he chuckled, "You will understand in the future, that is a good place, no one will kill you while you are sleeping. If you drive out of the cave, no one will throw sand at you while you are eating..."

"Barbecue! Barbeque!"

Grawp couldn't understand what he was mumbling, so he shouted the only words he had learned.

"Glutty Graup, he just had lunch half an hour ago, why does he still look like he's not full..."

"Barbecue! Barbeque!"

"Don't rush it, it's being baked and it'll be ready soon."

Hagrid estimated that the time was almost up. He lowered his head and looked closely at the two skewers of rabbit meat in the flames. Some places were burnt and black, and some were stained with bright red blood. It was obvious that he had not controlled the heat when he was flipping them, and it was raw. Unevenly cooked.

If Loren were here, he would probably bemoan the unworthy death of the two poor rabbits, and perhaps accuse himself of wasting his carefully prepared marinade... But it was a big improvement from the previous two days.

Hagrid glanced at his brother next to him and silently handed over the roasted rabbit.

Grawp couldn't wait to throw it into his mouth, and together with the barbecue wood sticks, he crunched it into pieces and swallowed it into his stomach with a look of satisfaction. After finishing it, he licked his lips as if in recollection and shouted again: "Barbecue! BBQ!”

"No more, I've got both rabbits for you."

"!!"

Grawp's expression was solemn, his eyebrows thicker than the tree trunks were knitted together, he looked at the fire that was smoking white, and at the tiny Hagrid in front of him, and then suddenly, with astonishing agility, he jumped from the ground. He climbed up and ran through the bushes towards the depths of the forest.

"Graup! Graup!"

Hagrid took a few steps to catch up with his short legs, but he couldn't keep up with the two long legs that were swinging so fast. He could only follow the footprints and walk inside.

Fortunately, it didn't take long for Graup to come back, bringing with him two fat wild boars. They were dead in extremely miserable conditions. Their backs were covered with messy fist marks, bruised and black, their internal organs were ruptured, and their orifices were bleeding.

Bang!

The two wild boars were piled together, exceeding the hybrid giant in size and height.

"this……"

Hagrid was stunned for a moment and fell into silence.

"Barbecue! Grill big meat!"

Grawp pushed Hagrid and without saying anything else, he walked around to collect firewood. After a few days of observation, he has discovered that meat roasted with dry wood is more fragrant and delicious, while meat roasted with wet wood has an unpleasant smell.

Hagrid looked at the wild boar in front of him and sighed, took out his wand and began to process the pork, bleeding it, peeling it, disemboweling it, and mixing Loren's remaining marinade with water and smearing it on the surface of the wild boar...

Working until late at night, Grawp contentedly ate the half-cooked barbecue and lay down on the open ground and fell asleep.

At this moment, rustling footsteps gradually approached on the grass.

…

Loren and Hermione chased along the footprints. When the moon cast a bright silver light, they heard a dull and loud snore coming from behind the bushes in front of them. They looked at each other, slowed down and gradually approached.

Uh-huh!

Loren pushed aside the thick brush.

Hagrid turned his head, and the three of them were stunned when they looked at each other.

There was a bloody and messy scene in front of him. A tired mixed-race giant sat on the ground, with viscera, intestines and bones scattered around him. It looked like a murder and dismemberment scene.

"this……"

Loren stared at Hagrid opposite him with a complicated expression. He remained silent for a moment: "Hagrid, even if you don't like your half-brother, you can't do it like this..."

Without giving the flustered Hagrid a chance to explain, Loren immediately said a series of incomprehensible words: "Cruel, I think it's cruel. You can wait a little longer for this kind of thing, even if it costs a few Galleons, a little..."

"?"

Hermione looked at him expressionlessly and didn't bother to pay attention. She got out of the bushes and walked forward. She casually used [Tornado Cleaner] to roll up the messy organs and buried them with soil.

Hagrid's eyes widened and he stood up. While looking at the two of them, he asked curiously: "Hermione, Loren, why are you here? Do you know that I am here? Do you know about Grawp... "

"Dumbledore received your letter asking for help. The rest of the Order of the Phoenix couldn't make time, so they asked us to pick you up."

"Dumbledore...Order of the Phoenix...you..." Hagrid was a little confused, but he never bothered with these things. He unconditionally believed in Dumbledore's arrangements, "Great, it's Merlin's blessing to meet you! "

"Tsk tsk... Hagrid, you still need to practice your barbecue skills. The internal organs will be delicious after being processed..." Loren also saw that those organs were the remaining parts of some kind of prey, and walked forward with his head shaking. The "hill" slowly undulating toward the back, "This is your half-brother, the pure-blood giant Grawp. Did he inflict the injury on your face?"

Hermione glanced at the bruises on his face, then turned to look at the "hill". The giant's snoring became clearer as he got closer. It was a rhythmic rumble, and you could imagine what it sounded like from the sound. Huge lungs breathing.

She was fine when she saw the Orr brothers and sisters and others in the cave in the Giant's Hollow. But when she thought about Hagrid taking the giant back to Hogwarts, she took a breath and said, "Hagrid, you have really thought about it clearly. No, this is more dangerous than Noble..."

Hagrid said guiltily: "He will learn slowly. I mean Grawp. He is already much more well-behaved than when he left the giant tribe."

Loren looked at the purple circles around his eyes and said in a faint tone, "Please touch your wound. Does it hurt when you say this?"

"Well……"

It was okay not to mention it. When Loren said this, Hagrid remembered that he had not applied any medicine today, and the wounds on his body suddenly felt a dull pain, and his eyes felt faintly sore, "Oh, yes, he doesn't want to leave. But I have to take him back, Loren, Hermione, I can't leave him! You don't know, the giants are bullying him, just because he is too small, doesn't have enough food, and can't beat them in a fight at night! When sleeping, they are always dragged out of the cave and even thrown into the lake..."