The days of hanging out at Hogwarts

Room of Requirement.

"[Tongtong Petrochemical]"

Hermione threw out a binding spell, quickly left the spot, ran forward a few steps, raised her hand and cast another binding spell.

"[Armor Protection]"

Loren raised his wand, and the white light of the first binding spell returned the same way and hit the open space. Then he moved a few steps to the side to avoid the second binding spell.

The two of them walked back and forth like this, going around in the duel classroom built by the Room of Requirement. Mainly Hermione was attacking, while Loren was constantly defending and dodging.

Loren retreated early to avoid a curse that Hermione was charging. At the moment when the curse was released, he caught Hermione's attack gap and cast a binding spell to disable her combat effectiveness.

If any professor saw the duel just now, they would express sincere admiration. The level shown by the two just now is already better than that of many senior students.

Loren took a breath. Hermione's attack rhythm was too fast. If he only defended, it would be difficult for him to parry.

Under the guidance of Flamel, Loren made rapid progress in dueling. Hermione doesn't show much talent in combat, but she can always put her knowledge to use, rarely makes the same mistakes, and progresses equally quickly.

Loren walked up to Hermione and lifted the curse on the girl. "You were too aggressive just now. You only focused on offense and no regard for defense. Once I grasped the rhythm of the attack, the outcome was no longer in suspense." He stretched out his hand to help Hermione up.

Hermione stood up and shook her hair, "You haven't fought back, so I gradually let down my guard and just focused on attacking."

Hermione was a little helpless, as if she was further away from her goal of bringing down Loren. She could notice that Loren became more relaxed and natural in the battle.

No, if this continues, 22 will always be 22. Hermione was plotting to show him how powerful she was by some other means.

"next time……"

The two of them talked all the way out of the Room of Requirement and headed to the restaurant.

Christmas vacation is about to start in one week, and the castle has begun to be decorated one after another in preparation for the Christmas dinner.

When Loren and Hermione passed by the corridor, Percy was hanging a ribbon on a stool. Prefects always had more work.

In fact, there is an easier way for wizards to hang ribbons, but it cannot be done in the corridor. The school rules clearly prohibit casting spells in the corridor, so Percy had to hang up the ribbons on a stool.

At this moment, Peeves suddenly emerged from the wall on the other side of the ribbon.

Percy pulled one end, and Peeves quickly pulled the other end of the ribbon and turned it around Percy several times. The ribbon was tightly wrapped around Percy's neck.

His eyes bulged outwards, the trachea on his neck protruded, and he made a coughing sound in his throat. His body was swaying and about to fall off the stool at any time. He looked like he was about to be strangled.

"Tremble at the feet of the great Peeves!" Peeves screamed with satisfaction when he saw Percy's miserable state. Put down the ribbon and gradually fly away.

After Peeves left, Percy's expression suddenly returned to normal. After standing firm, he took off the ribbon from his neck expressionlessly and continued to play with the Christmas decorations. It seemed that the episode just now did not affect him at all.

Loren clicked his tongue, "He seems to be very skilled already. He must have been teased by Peeves many times."

Hermione nodded.

The two of them suddenly felt a little sorry for Percy and the other prefects.

…

December 20th, Friday, after Potions class.

"Snape didn't deduct any points today. He hasn't deducted any points from us for two weeks." Harry couldn't believe it. Snape probably did it because he was celebrating a holiday, so he didn't deduct any points today.

Ron laughed, "Snape must have been eaten by Lu Wei, and now this Snape was conjured by Dumbledore's magic."

"Then you two don't have to do your Potions Christmas homework." Loren was also laughing, and he was looking forward to the results of the two of them not doing Snape's homework.

Ron remembered the last time he took snake venom and shook his head in fear, "I never risk my life."

"During your holidays, remember to keep an eye on Lu Wei. If someone really wants to steal the Philosopher's Stone, the Christmas holidays will definitely be a good opportunity to do so." Hermione reminded a few people.

Ron nodded. Harry and Hermione were going home for Christmas. Loren was deceived by Snape. Leave the responsibility of guarding the Philosopher's Stone to me.

Before dinner, Loren went back to the dormitory to dig out his frozen pears from the snowdrift, because Hermione and the others would be on the train home tomorrow.

When they were dug out, the skin of the pears had oxidized and turned black, with a layer of white frost hanging on them. They were frozen hard, and the two pears made a crisp sound when they touched together.

It's Christmas on the 25th, but we always have to leave some time on the road for the little wizards who go home. After the classes on Friday, we have a holiday.

Loren initially thought that the Christmas holiday would last only a few days, or at most a week, but later he learned that the Christmas holiday at Hogwarts extends from Christmas to February. What kind of holiday is this? This is the winter holiday.

Moreover, Hogwarts only counts one semester a year, and there is only one final exam. It will be next year, so you can have fun at Christmas. Loren was silent and crying. What kind of advanced system is this?

Loren found a basin to put the pears in and placed them in the lounge. He held a copy of "Wizard Weekly" and sat by the fireplace to entertain himself, waiting for the delicious food in his memory to emerge from the ice cubes.

Loren didn't go close to the fireplace to speed up the defrosting. Loren was worried that the flavor would be affected by baking it.

Not long after, a layer of ice formed on the surface of the pear, which slowly melted away. If you touch it lightly with your fingers, you can feel the black skin becoming pliable.

During dinner, Loren brought a basin of black pears to the table.

"What is this?" Seamus came closer. He was always curious about things.

"Delicacies from far away countries." Loren said in a mysterious tone.

"Looks like a pear."

"Why is the skin black?"

Harry and Ron came over to look.

Malfoy also turned his head and looked here when he heard this. He had never seen black pears before.

There were only about ten in total, and they were divided among a few close friends, and one was given to each of the twins.

"We still have a share!" the twins said in unison, with exaggerated emotion in their tone.

"I'm sorry Hermione, even though you are the Gryffindor scorer."

"But next time we have to help Loren!"

Hermione couldn't laugh or cry when she heard this. When did you help me? The last time I stopped Loren during the snowball fight, wasn't it because I wanted to have fun?

Loren demonstrated how to eat frozen pears, removing the pear handles and tearing open the soft black peel, revealing the snow-white flesh containing pear juice. A sweet aroma of pear and cold water vapor emerged from the flesh. , very tempting.

Loren slurped hard at the torn place, sucked in all the pear juice and pear flesh that melted in his mouth, and closed his eyes in enjoyment.

Although it was different from the taste in his memory, it was very close.

Others seemed to be able to feel the delicious taste of frozen pears just by looking at Loren. They followed suit and ate frozen pears for the first time, and the sound of squeaking echoed on the long Gryffindor table.

The pulp is soft and smooth, the juice is rich and sweet, and it is ice cold. This is an experience they have never had before.

! ! ! Ron took a taste, his eyes widened, and he hurriedly speeded up his talking.

He planned to finish this one as quickly as possible. There were three left at Loren's place, and he could still eat one more.

Malfoy looked at it and sneered, "Hey, country bumpkin Weasley."

Ron glared at each other, and the two were about to have a conflict.

Loren stepped in between the two of them, put a pear on a plate and placed it in front of Malfoy, "Merry Christmas."

Loren felt that Christmas here was just like the Chinese New Year. After all, it was just for good luck.

Malfoy was stunned for a moment. He had never dealt with the Gryffindor people, and he had never spoken to Loren.

He thought he would quarrel with them again this time, but Loren's kindness made him a little overwhelmed.