The days of hanging out at Hogwarts

After closing the window and clapping his hands, Loren didn't know how long the pears should be frozen. It would be about a week if they were left outside to freeze.

Whether it was immortality or Jade Record, Loren had no idea. The frozen pears he would be able to eat in a week were even more worth looking forward to.

The Great Hall, at the Gryffindor table.

"Eat quickly!" Simo looked excited, "The snow on the playground is already waiting for us!"

Hearing this, the little wizards around them speeded up their eating.

It's the weekend, and the little wizards who have been waiting all week have already discussed how to play. There is a thick layer of snow on the playground, which is very suitable for snowball fights.

Loren was drinking mushroom soup. It was salty and rich, with a sweet aftertaste. He squinted his eyes in comfort.

"Are you going to join them too?" Hermione asked Loren cautiously. She looked like she hadn't slept well and had slight bags under her eyes.

In the past, Hermione and Loren would go to the Room of Requirement to spar on Saturdays, and their current record was probably over 100 to 22. Except for the time when Loren was practicing the Iron Armor Charm, Hermione had never been able to knock Loren down again. The little witch held her breath in her heart, and she must show him a little bit of strength this week.

The little witch was a little disappointed. If Loren wanted to play, she could just go to the library and read.

"Did you stay up late reading again last night?" Loren glanced at Hermione's eyes and did not answer her question.

"I, I was thinking about not going to class today." Hermione replied weakly, and then realized why she had to look like she had done something wrong. She raised her head to be tougher, but was glanced at by Loren and lowered her head again.

"Let's practice in a different place today."

Loren exhaled the last bit of the bottom of the bowl into her stomach and let out a contented sigh.

Change place? where?

Hermione was dragged to the playground by Loren in a daze.

In the stands, the lawn was covered with snow, and even the lines drawn on the ground were invisible. There are already many little wizards playing here, making snowmen, having snowball fights, laughter and screams lingering over the playground.

The most eye-catching thing is the twins. One of them is sitting on the wooden board, and the other is running forward with a rope.

"Ah~~~~" the twins shouted happily, one pulling the other and running from one side of the playground to the other.

Hermione's eyes followed the twins from one end to the other.

boom.

A loose snowball hit Hermione on the back of the head. It didn't hurt, but it knocked Hermione unconscious.

Hermione turned her head blankly and looked at Loren.

"Today's practice!"

Loren waved to Hermione and smiled happily. Hermione felt that this smile was dazzling.

Loren formed another snowball and shot a fadeaway shot, hitting Hermione right in the head.

The scattered snow fell from Hermione's face, feeling ice cold.

boom! Another snowball.

"Loren!"

Hermione screamed and rushed towards Loren.

Not just here, scattered battlefields in other places gradually spread. A big melee soon broke out on the playground, with snowballs flying everywhere. Everyone agreed not to use magic.

You may be targeting someone one second, but the next second a snowball scatters on your face, and you have one more enemy.

Except for Hermione, who had no one else in her eyes but stared at Loren.

This damn Loren, images kept popping up in Hermione's mind, from the chocolate frog on the train to the pile of cockroaches that night. She was determined to teach Loren a lesson.

Compared to Loren, who grew up in the mountains, Hermione was not familiar with this kind of game. She would get smashed when making snowballs, and she would get smashed when looking for someone.

When Hermione squeezed the snowball and threw it at Loren, Loren could always quickly get out of the way and hit Hermione in the face with her backhand.

"Ah!" After several repetitions, Hermione couldn't stand it any more. She gave up Snowball and planned to take action directly. She rushed towards Loren.

"Go to hell!"

Loren was worried about being beaten, so he moved quickly to escape. The two of them chased each other and ran circles around the playground.

When the Weasley twins saw this scene, they looked at each other and laughed.

When Loren passed the twins, Fred reached out and grabbed Loren, hooked his hand on his shoulder, and said loudly, "Hi, Loren, long time no see!"

Before Loren could respond, George said, "Oh, Fred we're going to be late."

"Goodbye! Loren." The two said in unison, pulling their simple sled away quickly.

The acting skills of these two are so bad that anyone can see that they are trying to hold Loren back.

Loren looked at Hermione who was approaching quickly, raised his hands, "Truce, truce! There is off-site interference!"

Hermione heard nothing and ran all the way, flying towards Loren, knocking him to the ground and suppressing his hand.

Hermione was panting, her face flushed from the exertion.

"You promise! You won't tease me again!"

"When have I ever teased you?"

"How can you guarantee if you haven't done it?" Loren was still stubborn.

Loren could feel Hermione's breath, which was warm, and he tilted his head uncomfortably.

Bang, when he tilted his head, a snowball flew from nowhere and hit Loren in the face.

"Bah~" Some snow fell into Loren's mouth. His face and body were covered with snow, and he looked extremely embarrassed.

Hermione looked at Loren and burst into laughter.

Loren was a little annoyed, "Why are you laughing!"

Hermione laughed even louder when she heard this and couldn't control it. She gradually let go of her hand that was holding Loren down and fell next to Loren, clutching her stomach and still giggling.

Hermione didn't know why it was so funny, but she couldn't help it when she saw Loren's look.

Laughter is contagious, so Loren couldn't help it and said with a smile, "What about you, why are you laughing?"

There was still snow in the sky and it was cold, but their faces and hearts were warm.

…

Gryffindor common room, in front of the fireplace.

Several little wizards were sitting in front of the fireplace, wrapped in blankets. They played wildly in the morning, and they didn't come back until their clothes were soaked and it was too cold.

The fire in the fireplace was burning brightly, and the wood made crackling sounds from time to time. The red color reflected on their faces, their eyes were bright and their faces were hot.

"Are you going home during the Christmas vacation or staying at school?" Ron looked at the others and talked about his parents' temporary decision to visit his brother Charlie, who was raising a fire dragon in Romania.

Starting from the second week of December, this Monday, the deans of each college began to collect the list of students who will go home. Today is already Saturday, and everyone's choices should be finalized.

Bookings for places on the Hogwarts Express start next week.

Seamus and Neville were both going home for the holidays, and Hermione also said she was going home because she missed her parents very much.

Harry was very happy. He should spend Christmas with his godfather. Hagrid had said that Sirius would give him a surprise.

Loren received a letter from Grandpa Bates last week. The letter said that Grandpa Bates was still traveling around his hometown, and Loren had to stay at school for Christmas.

"And you are my real friend!" Ron looked at Loren affectionately.

Loren took a sip of the hot coffee in the cup and said, "Stop it, I don't want to play wizard chess with you at all."

Ron is the best at wizard chess among them. Even the smart Hermione can't compare with him. Whenever he gets a chance, Ron will drag a few people to play wizard chess. Everyone is tired of this.

Ron's face suddenly became depressed, and everyone laughed happily.