The days of hanging out at Hogwarts

Breakfast time, on the Gryffindor table.

Harry picked up the bread with difficulty, put it in his mouth and took a bite. He chewed it for a long time and couldn't swallow it for a long time. After trying one bite, Harry Bread put it back on his plate and scratched the plate feebly with his knife and fork.

Everyone could see Harry's dejected look, and there seemed to be a faint black air coming out of him.

"Eat something quickly, Harry." Ron couldn't stand it anymore and advised him.

"Alas~" Harry sighed and repeated the previous action. He barely took a bite of bread and chewed it for a long time before swallowing it.

It was too difficult to work up his appetite in this state. Harry chose to give up and took a sip of the hot milk. "Today I have three classes, three assignments, and Quidditch training in the evening. Just thinking about this makes me feel out of breath." Come here."

Hermione tried to reduce some of Harry's pressure, "Professor Sprout won't have a lot of homework. Flitwick and Professor Binns' homework is usually due the next week. Relax, Harry."

"Uh-huh, you can refer to my homework." Loren had a big lump in his mouth and couldn't speak clearly.

This sight made Hermione's hands itch.

The concern of his friends made Harry feel more relaxed, and he no longer felt so out of breath, "Not just homework, but also Quidditch. I'm just a novice, and Wood has pinned his hopes of victory on me. I...I'm all Don’t know the real game yet.”

Harry couldn't say anything. Although the training was very smooth and he felt very good, it was his first competition after all, so there was no way he wouldn't be nervous.

"Then you're in time."

Loren swallowed what was in his mouth, reached out and took out "The Magical Quidditch" and slapped it on the table, "Quidditch Quick Manual, the origin and evolution of Quidditch, classic games in history, this book There is everything in the book. Since you are an acquaintance, I won’t charge you any money.”

Harry ignored Loren's strange words and took the book to read. He quickly became immersed in the book.

Hermione saw the title of the book and looked towards Loren. This was the book she recommended to Loren yesterday. Loren could summarize the general content of the book today, which was really fast. Hermione blinked thoughtfully but said nothing.

Loren on the side didn't see Hermione's strange scrutiny and was minding his own food.

…

After the herbal medicine class in the morning, Loren went to Professor McGonagall's office.

Professor McGonagall did not embarrass him. He simply asked about some scoring rules and let him pass. He wrote a warrant and asked Loren to take him to Lee Jordan for a run-in.

Before leaving the office, Professor McGonagall stopped Loren and looked at him with soft eyes, "I know the reason for my family and friends is just to convince me. No matter how naughty Gryffindor students are, they are still my students. There will be no pure students here." Blood, Muggle argument. Loren, you have a group of good friends."

"I understand, Professor."

Loren had never seen Professor McGonagall like this before, and he didn't know how to respond.

Before Loren could think about it, Professor McGonagall said with a serious face, "But if you dare to cause trouble during the game, I will turn you into a Quaffle."

"No problem Professor!"

Loren patted his chest and realized that this was the familiar Professor McGonagall.

Promise not to cause trouble. What bad intentions can an ordinary Quidditch commentator have? He just wants to make a living.

…

After entering November, the weather became colder and colder. It didn't snow heavily yet, but the lake surface was already frozen. Every morning when I wake up, there is a thick layer of frost on the windows. The mountains around the coat school are gray and covered with white frost.

Hagrid could be seen through the window, all wrapped up in a moleskin coat, rabbit fur gloves, and beaver fur boots. Always defrosting broomsticks on the Quidditch pitch.

Fires were burning brightly in the fireplaces throughout the castle, and even the walls were warm to the touch. The students didn't feel the cold at all in the castle, and they only wore coats under their robes when there were outdoor classes.

Although it is warm in the castle, it will feel stuffy after staying for a long time. Everyone is lazy and lacks energy. The professors will use [Cyclone Cleaning] to bring fresher air before class.

Students think that breathing should be done outside the castle, on the grass, or in the courtyard. The twin brothers boasted that the air in the Forbidden Forest was the freshest, not to mention the depths of the Forbidden Forest, but just smelling it at the edge of the Forbidden Forest would put them in a good mood and make them happy all day long.

The senior students taught the freshmen a modified fire spell. The blue flames they created did not require any burning objects and floated in the air. The temperature was just enough to keep people warm and would not burn anyone.

Girls like to put a handful of bright blue flames in a honey jar and carry it with them, which is warm and beautiful.

When Loren saw it for the first time, he thought it was something like phosphorus fire. Later, he discovered that the flame could keep burning even if it was sealed in a jar. He was quite emotional. What are the three elements of combustion, and what are the combustibles and ignition sources? Magic is everything.

Loren, Hermione and others would find a corner in the yard, place a few jars of bright blue flames, and sit there reading, chatting, and eating. Just like outings in spring, this kind of behavior in winter makes people more energetic and prevents them from being lazy and wanting to sleep all the time.

On Friday, the day before Quidditch started, Loren, Hermione, Harry and Ron sat around the flames.

Hermione and Loren were checking their homework for the week, adding something between sentences from time to time.

Loren would make corrections and give them directly to the professor, thinking that this could reflect his thinking process. As for whether it was easy to recognize or read, it was none of his business. He was just a student, only responsible for writing homework.

Hermione would write it again, neatly and neatly.

Both Harry and Ron were more willing to refer to Hermione's homework. Of course, whether Hermione was willing or not was another matter.

Ron was playing with the blue flame, which looked like a dandelion or a ball of cotton wool. Ron blew the flame up, then flew down and then he blew another breath from below, and the flame flew up again. The fluttering flames were like butterflies, fluttering their blue wings. Ron was addicted to this game.

Harry was still reading the book "The Magic of Quidditch". No one cared about the seven hundred kinds of fouls. What was even more interesting was the interesting talk about Quidditch.

In the 1473 World Cup, all 700 fouls occurred, which is interesting to think about. Also, the Seeker was usually the smallest and fastest player, and Harry thought that was him.

Later, he saw that the most serious Quidditch accidents usually happened to Seekers. Harry shook his head again. He was definitely not like this.

Deaths rarely occur during Quidditch matches, but referees disappear and are usually found in the Sahara Desert a few months later...

Harry read the book and laughed from time to time, like an idiot. This is his only way to relax and relieve stress during busy hours.

Many friends said that the name Muggle Lives Matter was too discouraging, so I changed it to the name "Muggle Lives Matter", which focused on being obedient.