The days of hanging out at Hogwarts

Umbridge was insane, dark wizards were hiding in the dark, and the news of Voldemort's return was half true and half false...

None of these affected the little wizards' weekend at the Three Broomsticks, where they had been thinking about so much. Most of them ordered butter beer, and occasionally a few naughty students could trick Ms. Rosmerta into giving them a few glasses of real wine, drinking until their cheeks flushed and they lay on the table in a daze.

The other guests in the pub watched with a smile, guessing which college these brave and greedy little guys were from. Most people preferred Gryffindor, and some guessed Hufflepuff.

Loren and his friends ordered a few pints of butter beer, some juice soda, and took some French fries and fried chicken nuggets from the bar. The food at the Three Broomsticks was a little different from that made in the Hogwarts kitchen. The taste and aroma were stronger and rougher, less refined, and tasted different when dipped in ketchup and pepper salt.

Harry and Ginny were polite and reserved when eating. They were careful when chewing food, keeping their lips tightly closed to avoid exposing their gums. When drinking butter beer, they always paid attention to whether their lips were stained with a circle of butter foam, which made Loren and Hermione laugh.

Ron came late when they finished half a cup of butter beer.

"Did you see that there are many couples kissing under the mistletoe at the fork in the road!"

Ron sat next to Loren and Harry carelessly, then picked up a cup of untouched butter beer, gulped it down, wiped his mouth after a long breath, and vividly described what he had just seen:

"...Really, why do we have to kiss on the street? Can't we go to Mrs. Puddifoot's teahouse for a date?"

Harry and Ginny sat opposite each other, holding a cup of butter beer, and sipped silently with their heads tilted.

Loren smiled and threw a French fry into his mouth, chewing it crunchingly: "By the way, I met Justin when I came here. They asked if the Defense Association event tomorrow night will be held as usual?"

Harry nodded slightly: "It will be held as usual. Headmaster Dumbledore provided a batch of books and equipment, which can be used just right."

"I don't know how many people will come this time."

"How do you feel recently? Has that person entered your mind again?"

"I feel fine."

"..."

Without the professor, Defense Against the Dark Arts has completely become a self-study class. No one even calls the roll. As long as the students don't make a lot of noise in the classroom, no one cares what they do.

Only in the fifth and seventh grades before the exam can the four deans and professors occasionally come to teach some basic knowledge of Defense Against the Dark Arts.

As the new school year gradually got on track, club activities in various disciplines were restarted, and the professors were busy. Professor McGonagall was busy with the Animagus teaching class, Professor Flitwick was busy with basic spell practice and advanced spell discussion, and Snape's Potions Club was also preparing to restart. Only Professor Sprout was a little free, soaking in the greenhouse all day.

At 7 o'clock on Sunday night, Harry stood in the center of the auditorium and looked at the students who were practicing seriously below, and sighed silently in his heart.

The Defense Association has held two activities. As the novelty faded, not many people came to participate in the activities on Sunday night.

Fortunately, the remaining people were very serious. After Colin Creevey's camera was temporarily confiscated, he quickly mastered the disarming spell.

The Patil sisters exchanged the skills learned in the spell club with the members, and used the crushing spell to turn the table full of peepholes into dust. Ginny's eyes sparkled, which was a bit scary.

The performance of the lower grades was worse, for example, Colin's brother Dennis Creevey was slow in casting spells and his spells were messy. Most of the first and second graders could not disarm their opponents at all, and the red light of the spell could only make the opponent's wrist shake twice.

Harry thought to himself that he could only teach these people from the basics.

It was a pity that Loren didn't see the joke and didn't come, so he couldn't be arrested.

...

It was Friday again.

The last class in the afternoon was the Charms class.

The excitement of the little wizards was clearly written on their faces. Professor Flitwick had been prepared for this. The last class at the weekend was either very effective, with students' minds highly active, answering whatever questions were asked, drawing inferences from one instance, thinking wildly, and often having amazing ideas; or very poor teaching effect, with students keen to pick up the conversation, often the topic flew away without paying attention, and he couldn't pull their attention back no matter what he said.

Today was obviously the latter.

The content of the course was to practice the silent spell, and Professor Flitwick prepared a large number of live teaching aids.

The classroom was full of croaking frogs and cawing crows. The heavy rain outside was crackling against the windows. The noisy environment made the little wizards more excited. The whispering voices completely drowned out Professor Flitwick's lecture. It was hard to tell whether the noise in the classroom came from the crows and frogs, or from these naughty students.

Loren lay on the table and looked at a dark crow. He tilted his head, and the crow also tilted his head. He rubbed his chin with one hand, and the crow scratched the feathers on its neck with its claws, which made him a little embarrassed for a while.

"Call twice?"

"Caw... cackle..."

"Shut up?"

The crow obediently closed its beak, and its black eyes turned and looked at him, well-behaved and sensible.

"..."

Professor Flitwick's teaching aids didn't seem to be suitable for him.

Loren looked up at Professor Flitwick standing on the stool, blushing and asking the students in the front row to keep quiet. He seemed to want to take out his wand and cast a Silencing Charm on the students.

Loren reached out and touched the crow's shiny head. He simply stopped worrying about the Silencing Charm and lay on the table to play with the bird and listen to the rain.

"Silent...Silent..."

"Quack."

Harry in the back row was staring at a frog. The frog was trying hard, but Harry's eyes were obviously much bigger.

"Silent!"

"Quack!"

Hermione turned her head and glanced at it. She couldn't help but whispered, "Harry, you're going to squeeze your frog to death."

Harry looked down and saw that the frog was squeezed too tightly by him, and its eyes were bulging. He quickly put it on the table: "Sorry, I'm worried about Quidditch training tonight."

"Quack! Quack!"

The frog lay on the table with its belly puffed up and cursed. Although Loren didn't understand frog language, he could hear that it cursed very dirty.

"[Silent]" Harry pointed with his wand hastily, and this time the spell was cast quickly and accurately.

The frog's belly deflated, and it tried to curse twice, but found that there was no sound, so it could only look at him reproachfully. The ugly crow next to it made a mocking cry, and the two teaching aids soon wrestled together, and the people around were stunned.

Loren separated the frog and the bird, and after hitting each of them fifty times, he lifted the silent spell of the frog and asked them to go to the side to apologize to each other and communicate in a friendly manner.

"Quack!"

"Quack!"

"..."

As long as they don't fight, it's fine.

Loren clapped his hands and stopped intervening. He turned around and asked, "Isn't it raining heavily today? Why do we have to train?"

Ron sighed weakly, "Just like Dumbledore once said, power will change people. Angelina has become like Wood after taking over the team. No one can guarantee that the weather will be fine during the game, so we have to train even if it rains..."

"Angelina has changed. She has forgotten the days when she cursed Captain Wood with us." Harry looked at the rain outside the window with a melancholy expression.

"Don't worry, Harry..." Ron patted his shoulder and promised solemnly, "When I become the captain, I will never let you train in the rain, I promise."

"But Angelina is the captain now."

"Didn't George and Fred develop a new candy for skipping classes? Go find them..." Loren picked up a mealworm and fed it to the crow, stroking its feathers, saying, "You can earn some pocket money by helping to test the medicine."

"Angelina has seen safe and harmless candy for skipping classes, and the effect of the new candy for skipping classes is not stable yet."

Hermione's eyelids twitched Jump: "It sounds like you have already looked for them."

"Yes, during the last training, George and Fred tried the latest fever medicine themselves. Their body temperature did not rise much, but they did have a few pustules on their bodies. It has been a week and they have not gone away."

"Didn't you see any pustules on their bodies?"

"They grow in parts that are usually not exposed to the outside."

"..."

The rainstorm showed no sign of abating. The sky was gray and heavy, thunder rumbled, and the wind became more and more fierce. The crackling sound of rain hitting the lake surface could be heard from a long distance away.

At 7 o'clock in the evening, after dinner, Harry and Ron put on several layers of waterproof and moisture-proof spells on their bodies and resolutely got into the pouring rain...

Two hours later, Angelina led the players who were like drowned rats back to the common room, trying not to look at their resentful eyes, pretending not to hear their complaints, and insisted that this training was not a waste of time, although there was no confidence in her tone.

Fred and George looked particularly angry. Both of them became bow-legged and grimaced with every step they took.

Loren heard them complaining in a low voice.

"Some of mine may have broken." Fred said in a dull voice.

"Mine haven't yet." George squeezed out a voice from between his teeth, "It's swollen... It seems to be getting bigger again..."

Several first- and second-year wizards nearby looked at each other. Their original desire to join the Quidditch team seemed not so firm now.

Loren shook his head and smiled, unfolded the Daily Prophet in his hand, and turned to the next page.

He understood Angelina's sense of urgency. Last year was the year of the Quidditch World Cup. The little wizards were full of expectations for Quidditch. However, because of the Goblet of Fire event, Hogwarts had no Quidditch games for a whole year. Everyone waited for this game for a whole year, and the accumulated interest and enthusiasm were unimaginable.

From the fact that Professor McGonagall exempted the Quidditch players from the Transfiguration homework, it can be seen how much she wanted to win.

According to Harry and Ron, she said this in a private speech to the players: "...I'm used to seeing the Quidditch Cup in my study, and I really don't want to give it to Professor Snape..."

Professor Snape seemed calm and busy with other matters, but he still showed some bias. He always actively borrowed the court for the Slytherin team. The other three deans were always one step behind him, making it difficult for the team to find a venue for training.

As the game approached, the atmosphere between Gryffindor and Slytherin became more and more tense.

The storm lasted for more than half a month. On the last day of October, the Slytherin team and the Gryffindor team had a conflict in the corridor. When Alicia Spinnet was sent to the school hospital, her eyebrows were so long that they blocked her eyes and mouth.

During the mediation afterwards, Professor McGonagall proposed that those involved at the time must be placed in solitary confinement. In order not to delay the team's training, Snape insisted that the accident occurred when she used the Hair Growth Curse.

Looking at his calm expression and listening to his firm words, Dumbledore almost believed him if he ignored the students' testimonies.

Fourteen witnesses said they saw Miles Blackie, the Slytherin goalkeeper, bewitch her from behind in the library.

The evidence was conclusive. Snape became angry and walked away. Miles Blige was notified of criticism. However, considering that the game was approaching, the penalty of confinement was postponed to the offseason.

October ended with Gryffindor teasing Slytherin.

November is here.

The temperature seemed to drop suddenly on a sleepy night. When I woke up the next morning, the sky and the dome of the auditorium turned into a light blue-gray, with a heavy chill, and the mountains around Hogwarts were covered with cold. Put on a white hat. The stones on the outer wall of the castle were covered with a layer of hard frost, as cold as frozen iron, and the cold wind howled mercilessly, cutting the students' exposed hands and cheeks.

During recess, few of the little wizards went to the courtyard. Instead, they walked around in the corridors. Many of them wore thick dragon leather gloves.

The day of the race was a rare good day. The sky was a uniform pearly white, cold and clear, the sun was bright but not dazzling, there was almost no wind, and the visibility was very good.

When Loren and Hermione walked into the auditorium of the stadium, the people around them were chattering about the game, and the voices were louder than in the room. The enthusiasm that had been brewing for a long time blossomed at this moment, and the atmosphere was warm enough to dispel the cold wind around them. .

In addition to silver and green scarves and hats, everyone in Slytherin wears a crown-shaped silver badge on their chest, with a strange sentence written on it:

Weasley is our king.

Luna got a lion's head hat from somewhere. It was the kind that moved and roared. It was as big as a real lion. When it roared, her whole body was shaken, but she could hear the excited shouts of "do it again" around her. She smiled brightly.

Rolf smiled helplessly at the two of them, holding Luna's shoulders tightly with both hands to prevent her from falling off the seat.

"Both captains shake hands!"

Both teams have changed their captains. Slytherin's new captain, Montague, is a tall man with thick forearms like hairy hams. When shaking hands, his muscles bulge and his expression is ferocious, making people worried about Angelina. His fingers were pinched off by him.

"Get on the broomstick... let the race begin!"

Mrs. Huo Qi put the whistle into her mouth and blew hard, and fourteen players flew into the air.

A loud song rose from the Slytherin stand area: "Weasley is that little idiot, he can't block a ball... Weasley was born in a dustbin, he always puts the ball into the goal... Weasley was born in a dustbin, he always puts the ball into the goal... Sly makes sure I win this game, Weasley is our king..."

Now Loren knew why they were wearing that weird badge. Looking at the stiff-faced, gray-faced goalkeeper in front of the scoring ring, he shook his head and sighed:

"Who came up with this idea? It really pissed this guy off. Voldemort will call you to see..."