The days of hanging out at Hogwarts

In the early morning of the next day, before it was completely bright, there was the sound of rain pattering outside the window. The slightest coolness filtered through the cracks in the window, which made the soft bedding even warmer, making the people in the dormitory couldn't help but shrink under the quilt. Shrunk.

Drowsily, Loren was lying on the bed and heard a ding-dong-dong sound. He barely opened his eyes a crack and saw Seamus's clothes quickly disappearing behind the door.

Harry and Ron also heard the sound, murmured some vague words, and turned over to sleep more soundly.

It wasn't until the alarm clock on Neville's bedside that was comparable to a howling banshee rang that the remaining four slowly got up, lazily took off their pajamas and changed into magic robes, and lined up neatly in front of the bathroom mirror to brush their teeth.

"Gulu gulu... bah!"

Loren wiped the foam from the corner of his mouth and turned to look at the two people next to him: "Harry, Ron, how was your chat with Dumbledore last night?"

"Not great, even terrible... Excluding those messy ordinary dreams, Dumbledore didn't want to talk to me at all... about You-Know-Who and Snape, and repeatedly told me to master Occlumency as soon as possible. He "That weird corridor and weird room are signs that mysterious people are invading my brain."

Harry dipped the toothbrush in the cup and rinsed it. When he put it back in the cabinet, he was suddenly stunned. "Does this mean that the mysterious person can see my current brushing movements through my memory?"

Ron and Neville were also stunned. The toothbrush was stuffed into their cheeks, and they couldn't brush it or take it out.

"Probably not. The brain is more complex than you think. Although you have a unique close connection, when you are far apart, only if one party has severe emotional fluctuations, the other party can follow the emotions and see some incoherent pictures."

"I see……"

The sound of the toothbrush rubbing against the teeth was heard again.

"Gulu gulu... bah..."

Ron put away the toiletries and counted his freckles in the mirror to make sure they had not increased in recent times. "One more thing. When we left last night, we actually saw Malfoy outside the principal's office!"

"But Fox kept watching us and didn't overhear what they were saying."

Harry lifted his bangs and glanced at his lightning-shaped scar. "That's weird. What could Malfoy say to Dumbledore? Report his Death Eater father?"

"It's not a good thing anyway."

"..."

Loren put on her shoes and socks and walked out of the men's dormitory. She stood on the attic and leaned out half of her body. She saw a little brown-haired witch in a magic robe waiting on the sofa. Her beautiful eyebrows were slightly raised and she looked at George and Fred. Standing in front of the bulletin board, there were a dozen little wizards surrounding him, chattering about something.

Harry and Ron immediately became interested, clanking downstairs, and excitedly squeezed into the crowd.

"Let's go, go downstairs for breakfast."

There were too many people watching, and Loren had no intention of joining in the fun. He put his hands on Hermione's shoulders and shook her: "What are they doing, so lively?"

Hermione was pushed out of the portrait hole, her eyebrows knitted together, and she said with a straight face: "George and Fred are recruiting volunteers to test the half-finished quick-acting skipping candies. Did you know? Loren, they haven't even made the antidote yet! This is too much. I have to tell Parvati and Neville that it's up to the prefects to stop them!"

"I don't think they can stop George and Fred. I suggest you report them directly to Professor McGonagall."

"It's not a good idea to do this. They might be imprisoned." Hermione thought carefully and shook her head, "Let Parvati and Neville find a way."

"Professor Granger has a point."

"well……"

There are rows of portraits of old wizards hanging next to the stairs next to the corridor. They are all busy talking to each other. When they see students passing by, they will temporarily shut up and wait for them to go away before continuing to talk.

It's just that the little witch had something on her mind and walked slowly down the stairs, causing the old wizards in the portrait to look sideways and stare at the two of them.

The scene in front of him was so weird that Loren was so frightened that he pushed Hermione's shoulders and staggered away.

I don't know which floor they started from, but a group of freshmen suddenly appeared behind them. They followed closely with their heads hunched, not daring to get too close or too far away, for fear of accidentally getting stuck on the stairs again. superior.

Loren and Hermione looked at each other, recalling the time when they first entered the first grade. The corners of their mouths unconsciously curved and they slowed down slightly.

All the way to the bottom of the marble stairs on the first floor, I heard cheers from the freshmen behind me. I walked through the hall and entered the auditorium. It was the Hufflepuff freshmen who were the most polite and knew how to thank them.

The magic dome of the auditorium was still cloudy and gray.

The professors at the guest of honor seat were scattered. Professor Astronomy Sinister was chatting with Hagrid. There was no sign of Dumbledore or Umbridge. Below the guest of honor, the competent Professor McGonagall was distributing the course schedules one by one along the table, while the lazy Professor Snape ordered his prefects to distribute the course schedules one by one, showing the gap in teachers' ethics.

Hermione was munching on the bread while reading the class schedule. Loren had almost eaten before he remembered that the parchment on hand was not for wiping his mouth. Before he could pick it up and look through it carefully, he heard a grinning voice next to him and turned his head. Look, the one who made the sound was Ron Weasley, the Quidditch reserve captain.

Ron was sitting on a stool, staring at the course schedule on the table with a dazed expression. He was holding a piece of bread that he had chewed twice in his hand, and a spoon in his other hand to spread on the bread. The key was that there was nothing on the spoon. Look. He looked silly and had a blank look in his eyes.

Was he applying for a job as a drug tester on the spot, and was he poisoned by his own brother?

"Merlin's beard, look at today!"

Ron wailed at the class schedule, "In the morning there are History of Magic and Potions, and in the afternoon there are Divination and Defense Against the Dark Arts classes. Professor Binns, Professor Snape, Trelawney, and that one named Umbridge." women, all on the same day! And my Quidditch, how can I train..."

"Our suggestion is, quick-acting truant candy!" Fred emerged from nowhere and put his arm on his shoulder.

George hugged him from the other side, and his tone was more intimate and gentle than ever before: "I recommend Nosebleed Nougat, a new product, it is effective, quick to work, and the price is cheap. I guarantee you will be satisfied!"

"If it's so good, why is it so cheap?" Ron stared at him with confusion.

"Because we haven't developed an antidote yet..." George avoided his eyes with a guilty conscience, "The nosebleed will keep bleeding, and eventually you will shrink into a ball and faint from blood loss."

"Let your brother go!"

Loren couldn't stand listening anymore, "You recruited other volunteers for the drug test and were willing to give gold Galleons, but you tricked Ron into taking the initiative to be a guinea pig, and even gave you money. Even the goblins in Gringotts can't do this. A dark thing."

"Ahhh! It's so bullying!"

Ron stuffed the bread in his hand into his mouth in three bites, and after swallowing it, he immediately slapped the table and stood up, threatening to die with them both. He would not let them go until Fred was willing to pay for a whole set of truant candy gift bags.

"Isn't this still being tricked into being a guinea pig? I really caught my own brother and tricked him..."

Loren clicked his tongue in admiration, shook his head, picked up the course schedule in his hand and looked through it carefully. He was immediately happy when he flipped through it. Sure enough, it was the treatment for O.W.L.s freshmen candidates, five days a week, except for half a day free on Thursday afternoon and Friday morning. The time was filled to the brim with courses.

However, there is still no self-study in the morning and evening, and no make-up classes on weekends.

"That's it..." Loren flicked the parchment without even frowning.

Thinking back to those days, he was once a figure who fought out of thousands of troops.

Click, click, click...

Hundreds of owls suddenly flew in from the upper windows and landed all over the auditorium, bringing letters and packages to their owners. At the same time, they also dropped raindrops covered with feathers on the heads of the breakfast eaters, startling the little ones. The wizard screamed.

Loren and others all ordered newspapers. He hurriedly moved the orange juice aside to make room for the owl. After it put down a wet copy of the Daily Prophet, he put a copper nut into the small hole on the owl's feet. In the leather wallet, the postman completed the handover and flapped his wings.

While they were reading the news from the wizarding world and understanding the latest developments in the outside world, Seamus put the last bite of bread into his mouth, dropped the buttered spoon, and wiped his mouth:

"The first section is Professor Binns' History of Magic. I'll go to the classroom to get my seat first. How about the seats in the back two rows, Harry?"

"Ah?" Harry looked up blankly and stared at him stupidly, "Ah, oh, sure."

"See you later!" Simo grinned brightly, picked up his schoolbag, and ran out of the classroom quickly.

Harry slowly came back to his senses and smiled inexplicably: "See you later..."

If there were a teaching review at Hogwarts, History of Magic would be unanimously voted the most boring course ever. Their ghost teacher, Mr. Binns, speaks with a breathy drawl that would almost certainly make a person laugh in ten minutes. Drowsy, if it's the first morning class in winter, just five minutes is enough.

The history of magic in fifth grade is no exception. Professor Binns' class format is still the same as in previous years. He stands on the podium and reads the literature according to the lesson plan he left before his death, while the students take notes underneath, or to be more precise. He said that he was scribbling on the notebook with his quill in his head in a daze.

The notes that looked like ghostly drawings were even more unimaginable than ancient runes. The person involved vaguely remembered that he had written down "In the early 18th century, goblins launched a rebellion." After class, he woke up from his sleep and found a picture drawn in his notebook. Fauvist abstract painting.

After Professor Binns drawled about the Giant War for an hour, Hermione was the only one in the class who could resist Professor Binns' hypnotic power. The other students either started shaking their heads and pretending to be chickens pecking at rice, or started to get distracted.

Loren was minding his own business by flipping through the History of Magic textbooks and reading stories to pass the time. Harry and Ron were playing the hangman game in the corner of their notebooks.

The second period was Potions, and as expected, Gryffindor and Slytherin were in class together.

Loren and Hermione were more active. They hurried across the cold wind-swept courtyard and entered the Potions classroom before most people, occupying a front-row seat.

He also saw Draco, surrounded by Slytherins, showing off his prefect badge with his chest puffed out, but his face was sullen and he was trying to look modest, and his duplicity was almost written on his face. .

Harry and Ron looked lazy, with their collars raised and their heads hunched, and they walked slowly into the classroom to the ringing of the bell, only half a minute faster than Snape.

Snape's appearance has not changed much. His hair is still greasy and his face is gloomy. It seems that as long as he stands on the podium of this potion classroom, he will always be the professor of potion and the dean of Slytherin. His speaking style is the same as in previous years. His tone is calm and there is no ripple, but his voice is like an aria.

"Quiet!"

Snape waved his wand and closed all the doors and windows. His voice echoed in the classroom: "Before the class starts, I think I need to remind you that you will take an important exam next June. At that time, you will prove how much you have learned about the preparation and use of potions. Although there are a few people in this class who are indeed very slow in intelligence, I hope you can barely "pass" in the O.W.L. exam! "

"Of course, after this year, many of you will no longer be able to take my class. I only select the best students to enter my advanced potion class, which also means that we will have to say goodbye to some people. "

Feeling Snape's meaningful gaze, Harry curled his lips and thought to himself that if he got a good grade in the exam, he would come to the Potions classroom again next year to disgust Snape.

But after thinking about it carefully, forget it. It's better to escape from Snape as soon as possible. There's no need to get entangled with him.

Harry raised his chin and glared back with the same meaningful eyes. When he thought about giving up Potions class next year, he couldn't help but feel a kind of vicious pleasure.

Anyway, it's not because I can't get into the advanced class that I think so!

"Today, we are going to prepare a potion that often appears in ordinary wizard level exams-relaxing agent, which can calm and relieve irritable and anxious emotions. Please note that if you are careless when adding the ingredients, the person taking the medicine will fall into a deep, sometimes even irreversible coma, so you need to pay special attention to your behavior..."

If Hogwarts had a teaching evaluation, Snape would definitely be elected the most annoying professor, at least in Gryffindor College. I don't know if it was for preparation, he spoke very quickly in the theoretical part, and finished the potion in a few words. The analysis of the principles of various materials and brewing techniques was even more perfunctory, claiming that he had explained similar potions in the past and would not repeat them.

Ten minutes into a class, Snape knocked on the blackboard and asked the students to start practicing.

"The ingredients and preparation methods are on the blackboard, and the materials needed for the potion are in the storage cabinet. The time limit is one and a half hours, so let's start. "

It just so happens that this potion is the most difficult and tedious one among the intermediate potions. The ingredients must be added to the crucible in a strict order and quantity, and the mixture must be stirred strictly according to the regulations. The quantity, stirring direction, temperature, and feeding time are all accurate to the second.

Harry and Ron were busy sweating profusely, and Seamus was frantically poking the flames under his crucible with the tip of his wand. Only Loren and Hermione in the class successfully prepared qualified palliatives, but they still received a lot of critical comments.