The days of hanging out at Hogwarts

Loren quickly finished her homework and blew the blue flames around with Ron. The two people raised their faces, you shouted, I shouted, the fire ball was passed around, the two of them had a great time, like two silly dogs playing with a ball.

Hermione tucked the revised manuscript into a book and planned to do the rest of the copying work over the weekend.

The girl raised her head, looked at the two idiots playing with fire, and then looked at Harry, who was staring at a book and giggling from time to time. She felt a deep despair in her heart. What should I do? These friends don't seem to be normal.

"Loren, how are you communicating with Lee Jordan?" Hermione asked for a topic.

"Hoo!" Loren didn't stop. "Lee Jordan said that explaining this kind of thing depends entirely on on-the-spot performance. Hoo!"

"We can't predict the course of the game. There's nothing to practice. Phew!" Loren thinks this makes sense. At least from this point of view, the two of them are in harmony.

The two were so close that Hermione could vaguely feel like there were small drops of water on the back of her hand. Hermione's expression became horrified, and his spittle flew onto her! !

"enough!"

With her temples bulging, Hermione took out her wand and tapped Loren to stop this seemingly silly, boring and annoying game. She put the blue flame back into the jar.

"Why do you suddenly want to be the narrator?"

Hermione put the jar away, and Ron was also curious about this question. Judging from his previous behavior, Loren was not good at flying and didn't like Quidditch.

Loren had a confused expression on his face, "Whether it's Wong Tai Sin or Guan Shen, they all start with explanations and finally develop into poisonous milk. Gods will kill gods when they block them, and Buddhas will kill Buddhas."

Hermione didn't understand a word of what was said, but that didn't stop her from understanding what Loren wanted to do.

This person has a bad personality and always does things he thinks are interesting. This was evident from the very beginning when the Animagus instigated him to touch Professor McGonagall. There was no other reason than to enjoy himself.

"Hehehehehehe..." Harry suddenly laughed out loud when he saw something funny nearby. It was so silly.

Loren and Ron couldn't bear to look at him and were about to interrupt him.

"Harry Potter!"

Snape had just seen a few people in the corridor. Last night, he was on guard against Quirrell and accidentally broke into Lu Wei's room. He injured his leg and limped over.

"What's that in your hand?" Snape looked at the person in front of him and couldn't help but look into those green eyes.

Harry knew that as a student it was best not to contradict the professor. He said nothing, silently closed the book and handed it to Snape to read.

"The Magical Quidditch"

Snape looked at the title on the cover, his eyes twitching, feeling inexplicably irritated.

Quidditch, Quidditch, like his annoying father, he was so proud of having a little talent in Quidditch that his laughter could be heard in the corridor.

"Library books are not allowed to be taken out of the castle. Five points will be deducted from Gryffindor."

Without giving anyone time to react, Snape turned to look at Loren and said, "You don't have to come to the office tonight." After saying that, he limped away with the book in hand.

Loren was a little confused, "Huh? Oh, okay."

The four of them watched Snape's back walking away.

"He made up a temporary rule!" Harry said angrily.

Hermione noticed something else, "What happened to Professor Snape's foot?"

"I don't know, but he must be in terrible pain." Ron said with a gloating smile.

Loren thought thoughtfully and smacked his lips. Dumbledore had tricked one of his own. Thinking about it carefully, it seems that this is the only record Lu Wei has, and Snape is too miserable.

…

The Gryffindor common room was noisy, everyone was talking about tomorrow's Quidditch match.

Harry, Ron, and Hermione were sitting together by the window. Hermione was checking Harry and Ron's Charms homework. Hermione refused to let them copy her homework directly.

The two could have directly referred to Loren's answer, but Loren's homework was full of ghost symbols. They had to carefully identify it to identify whether it was the evil Merrick or the weird Ulric. This took too much effort and they had this time. You can find the answer by flipping through the book.

So they came up with an idea, write simple questions by themselves, fill in an answer at random if they don't know it, and ask Hermione to check it again, and they will know the correct answer.

Harry's mind was not on his homework. He was thinking about tomorrow's game, and the more he thought about it, the more uneasy he became. When he was panicking some time ago, he would take out "The Magic of Quidditch" and read the interesting stories in it to relieve his emotions.

The book was confiscated.

Why? Harry felt a surge of anger from his fear: Why should I be afraid of Snape?

Harry stood up and said to Hermione and Ron: "I'm going to find Snape to get my book back. Do you want to come with me?"

are you crazy?

Although Ron didn't speak, his eyes clearly showed this meaning.

Hermione shook her head too.

"Then I'll go myself!"

The rejection of the two people made Harry's inner impulse even stronger, and he turned around and left.

Walking out of the lounge, the slightly cooler air woke him up. There was a hint of retreat in his heart, but it would be too embarrassing to go back at this time.

Harry came up with a good idea, and it would be hard for Snape to refuse him if other professors were around. He planned to try his luck in the staff room.

On the other side, Hogwarts basement.

Loren followed the already familiar road all the way to the door of Snape's office.

"I told you you don't have to come over tonight!" Snape's voice was higher than usual, sounding a little annoyed.

There was someone inside, and the office's defense and warning magic were not activated, so Loren pushed the door open and went in. Snape was grading homework.

"Let me see you, Professor."

Loren didn't know why he came. Maybe it was because Snape helped him prepare Wolfsbane potion, maybe it was because he gave him more in-depth potion knowledge, maybe it was because they got along with each other every Friday night, which made him feel that he and Snape Pu's relationship was less distant.

Snape ignored Loren, still lowering his head.

"Why not try fresh food?" Loren took the initiative to mention Snape's leg injury.

Snape suddenly raised his head and stared at Loren. This sentence seemed to stimulate him, "Stupid thing! All the knowledge about potions you learned before was in vain!"

"I don't even know that Bai Xian can only treat superficial wounds. Do you think I'm as stupid as you?"

"Do you think that I, the Potions Professor, don't even know about Bai Xian? Or do you just make some self-righteous suggestions without knowing anything at all?"

Snape spat out these words in rapid succession, with anger and without thinking.

Loren knew that this was a sign of emotions that had been building up for too long and could no longer be suppressed, but he didn't feel angry at all. I haven’t seen any Internet trolls in the 21st century, and this is not even an introduction.

The atmosphere fell silent.

Such a scene gave Snape a sense of familiarity. The same scene seemed to have happened many years ago. The same anger swept his mind, and he blurted out the words without thinking. The time has changed, the place has changed, the people have changed.

Snape knew that he was a professor now and Loren was just a student, and the two did not have a deep friendship. Even if Loren took out his wand and killed him now, Snape would not regret the previous abuse.

He would never experience the pain of losing Lily again, but the emotions that had been brewing in his heart for decades were like a broken wine jar, and the smell of ethanol was everywhere.

After a long silence, Snape said, "I'm sorry, I lost my temper a little."

Snape apologized! Loren thought this scene was simply horrifying, but he was not a fool and would not say such stupid lines as "Ah, what did you say?"

Loren acted as if he didn't hear anything and said, "Would you like to go to Madam Pomfrey's?"

Snape leaned his head on the chair and closed his eyes, "No, I asked Filch to get some medicine for me. You can help me go to the staff room to fill it up."

…

Harry came to the staff room and knocked on the door, but no one answered.

Could Snape have left the book in here, that would be such a blessing. Harry decided it was worth a try. He pushed the door open a crack and looked inside - a terrifying sight appeared in front of him.

There were three people in the room, Snape, Filch and - Loren.

Snape lifted his robes above his knees. One of his legs was bloody and bloody.

Filch was helping Snape bandage his wounds.

Loren looked on.

"Bai Xian can only deal with superficial wounds. For more serious wounds, it needs to be combined with other herbs." Snape said.

Filch put a bandage on the wound.

"Hiss," Snape gasped, "Damn it, how is it possible to guard three heads at the same time."

Harry's pupils shrank when he heard this. Snape's injury was caused by Lu Wei's bite.

After hearing this terrible news, he wanted to close the door and leave.

"Potter!" Snape quickly turned his head and put down his robe to cover the wound.

Loren was also surprised. He didn't remember this scene in the movie.

Harry felt his windpipe tightening and gasping for breath, and said quickly, "I wonder if I can get my book back."

"Get out! Now!"

Harry hurriedly left and made his way upstairs back to the lounge.

"Did you get the book?" Ron looked at Harry who was breathing rapidly. Hermione was curious too.

Harry took a moment to catch his breath, regained his composure, lowered his voice, and told them everything he had just seen.

"Do you know what this means?" Harry held his breath. "On Halloween, he just wanted to get past Lu Wei's guard! I saw him at that time. He was looking for the thing guarded by the three-headed dog."

"I bet he put the troll in there to distract people."

Hermione's eyes widened, "I know he's not very good, but the professor will never steal something that Dumbledore keeps safe."

Ron denied this statement, "To be honest, Hermione, you always think that the professor will be fine. But I think Snape can do anything."

At this point, Ron also became curious, "What is he looking for? What is that big dog guarding?"

Hermione made a suggestion, "Didn't Harry say that Loren is here? Maybe we can ask Loren."

"It was Loren who saved our lives. Logically speaking, we shouldn't doubt Loren."

Ron said, "But what if he is cursed by Snape? You know, he has to go to Snape's office every Friday. Who knows what they are doing?"

"But..." Hermione couldn't say anything about Loren and the werewolves. This was Loren's privacy. She couldn't say anything to refute, and her face turned red with anxiety.

Harry was a little confused, "But Loren said from the beginning that there was a way to deal with the three-headed dog. If he was on Snape's side, Snape would not be bitten."

"That's just what he said. Who knows if there is really a way." Ron retorted.

Hermione thought about whether Snape had blackmailed Loren with the Wolfsbane potion. Loren had to pretend to be with Snape for the potion, but did not really help Snape.

Following this line of thinking, everything seemed to make sense, and the little witch confirmed this guess. She wanted to find a chance to talk to Loren alone.

Hermione didn't realize that because she was worried about Loren, her previous firm belief that the professor was fine had unknowingly changed.

Harry mentally agreed with Ron's statement, but he didn't say anything.

The discussion between several people continued until Loren came back.

The scene just now was not in the movie. Loren didn't know that one scene stretched so many imaginations of the Harrys and the three of them, and the Harrys and the others didn't ask for some reason.

In this way, the four people had a wonderful misunderstanding.

Until before going to bed, Harry's mind was still buzzing with this question, and he couldn't fall asleep for a long time...