The days of hanging out at Hogwarts

"I sincerely hope you have a good appetite and enjoy the delicious food, so before lunch officially begins, I have to say a few words..."

Dumbledore stood in the middle of the guest of honor seat, speaking at an unhurried pace, with a gentle and powerful voice, "Due to some special reasons, I cannot reveal the whole truth to you, but I can tell you for sure - there is Hogg As long as Professor Watts is here, the Death Eaters' curse will not fall into the castle; as long as I am here, Voldemort will not be able to set foot in the school gate..."

The principal's expression and tone were very calm, and it was this calmness that made people feel at ease.

"Now, enjoy your lunch in peace!"

After the words fell, the depressing auditorium became lively again.

In a school with closed management, news spreads very quickly. Susan Bones received a letter from home in the morning. During the first recess, all the little wizards in the school already knew about the shocking incident that happened last night.

The spread of panic disrupted the teaching order to a certain extent.

"In just half a class period, seven crucibles exploded in the underground classroom, and rue essence exploded everywhere. If Professor Slughorn hadn't reacted quickly and used magic to control the splashing potion, all the students in the class would have been sent into the explosion. The school doctor's office treats burns...

"Smoke billowed from the Transfiguration classroom, causing Professor McGonagall's face to turn black...

"All kinds of tomes were flying around in the Potions classroom, and many people were smashed...

"Professor Bagshot has temporarily stopped practical teaching, so there were no accidents in the Defense Against the Dark Arts class."

After Seamus said this, he smacked his lips with unfinished content and looked at Loren and others expectantly, "What about you, did you have any accidents in your advanced herbology class?"

At this moment, they were sitting around the Gryffindor table, exchanging information while enjoying lunch, and Seamus was the biggest information dealer among the student body.

"..."

Loren pondered for a moment and glanced at Ron, who was munching on a chicken leg next to him. "Nothing happened in the greenhouse, except that a classmate got distracted and fell into the dragon manure pile. Professor Sprout was very distressed."

"Do you feel sorry for the students or the heap?"

"..."

Hearing this question, the students next to him fell silent.

Ron bit the chicken leg on his hand fiercely, angrily. He was thinking about his love at the time, and it was not because he was afraid of Voldemort that he fell into the compost heap!

Hermione turned around and looked around, and a smile appeared on her classmates' faces again.

"This is probably what the four founders wanted Hogwarts to be like when they built it."

"What?"

Loren looked at the little witch beside her.

Hermione said nothing, only shook her head gently.

Be it war or chaos, no matter what the outside world is like, as long as they are in Hogwarts, as long as the professors and principal are there, they will have a peaceful and pure land.

No need to be frightened, no need to be homeless, you can just be an ordinary student.

"Thanks to Principal Dumbledore..." she said softly.

"Yes." Loren glanced at Dumbledore at the guest of honor seat and remained silent for a moment. "Do you feel that the principal's face is a little swollen, as if he just woke up."

"..."

Sunday, November 3rd.

Hermione had a full schedule today.

In the morning, he completed exercises on arithmetic divination and ancient runes. In the afternoon, he completed a review of the past six months published in "Transfiguration Today", a paper on potions, and an observation report on herbalism.

Hermione successfully completed her Potions paper, but encountered an obstacle when checking Gordigan's observation report. The shape of the nodules she recorded was different from the content in the textbook. So I borrowed the key to the greenhouse from my assistant Neville and planned to observe it again.

Walking out of the hall, the cold wind blew, and Hermione couldn't help but shrink her neck, tightened her scarf before moving forward.

After not walking far, I saw a familiar figure on the road.

"Professor Dumbledore."

"It's Hermione..." The old principal turned around and smiled. He stopped and waited for her to come to him. He took out his wand and tapped her lightly. A transparent magic barrier spread out, blocking out the wind and snow.

The expanded application of the Head Bubble Charm can isolate the wind and snow while allowing the air to circulate normally. Loren and Hermione can also use this technique, but they are not as handy as the old headmaster in using it. Hermione would feel damp and stuffy after using it herself, and she would rather get a little cold in order to breathe fresh air.

Dumbledore slowed down and kept the same speed as the little witch: "Why are you coming outside alone, where is Loren?"

"He has recently become obsessed with astrology, but he has neither taken a divination course nor an advanced astronomy class. He can only take advantage of the weekends to ask Mr. Filch and Professor Sinistra for advice." Hermione stepped on her boots. There was a rustling sound on the soft snow, "Professor, why are you outside? Didn't you ask Harry and Ron to find you? Loren also said that you were going to destroy the fifth Horcrux, Hufflepuff's golden cup." "

"That was the original plan, but suddenly I received a letter from a friend, and I had to brave the snow to go to Hogsmeade to meet him."

"It's so urgent. Is there any news about Voldemort?"

"I'm not sure, maybe."

"Professor, we will win, right?"

"Of course, I'm pretty sure of that."

"..."

Hermione's footsteps didn't pause at all, completely believing in his promise without any doubt: "Professor, can you tell me some recent information, I want to know."

"Well, where should I start..." Dumbledore glanced at the Whomping Willow not far away, estimating how much he could say in this short distance, "Not long ago, Rufus received news about the next move of the dark wizard. On the night of Halloween, he organized the Aurors to ambush, and Voldemort took advantage of the Ministry of Magic's defense to occupy the underground base..."

Hermione listened quietly, without asking for details in the intelligence, nor asking about future plans, just thinking silently.

Like the howling snowstorm, under the protection of the old man, all the cold was isolated outside.

After saying goodbye to the little witch, Dumbledore still maintained the same pace just now, but the speed suddenly increased. The last moment he was at the fork in the road in front of the greenhouse, the next moment he was already near the Whomping Willow, and the footsteps left on the snow were not continuous.

Dumbledore walked out of the school gate and saw the place where he agreed to meet without much effort, a night horse carriage.

Lifting the curtain and entering the carriage, Minister Scrimgeour, who was untidy, sat inside. He hadn't slept for a few days, and his eyes were bloodshot. His loose hair was stuck together in clumps, and he looked very embarrassed.

"Sorry, Albus, there's a traitor in the ministry. I can't let others know that I came to Hogwarts, so I can only come to see you like this."

Dumbledore sighed: "You can relax a little, Rufus."

"I've been thinking about it for several days, but I can't make up my mind. I can only come to ask you for advice."

"You said..."

"Voldemort wants to exchange the group of employees he captured for the imprisoned Death Eaters..." Scrimgeour talked about the situation in recent days, his voice was a little hoarse.

After the negotiation with Snape that day, Kingsley returned to the temporary base and secretly reported to him that someone used the Floo network to transmit information to the outside, exposing the location of the temporary base. The underground headquarters was occupied and the Floo network was paralyzed. At this time, using the Floo network to transmit information, you don't need to think about who the other party is.

He looked up at Dumbledore, wanting to ask if Snape, whom he insisted on protecting, was a member of the Order of the Phoenix, but the words suddenly changed when they reached his lips:

"Albus, what plans do you have for this situation?"

"I need you to buy me some time."

"How long?"

"About Easter."