The days of hanging out at Hogwarts

The March breeze blew across the lake, creating ripples. The giant squid floated slowly on the water, its round black eyes staring at the shore, flashing with human joy, as if it thought those little wizards were very interesting.

In the open space where they practiced Apparition, the students closed their eyes tightly, frowned, and turned around suddenly after brewing for more than ten seconds, making themselves stagger and lose their balance and almost fall.

The failed students were not discouraged. After standing firm, they secretly glanced at Gryffindor, while Seamus Finnigan, who barely succeeded in the last class, was sweating anxiously. He really didn't expect it. It was just that the venue was changed from the auditorium to the open space by the lake, and the stone floor was replaced by fallen leaves and soil. He closed his eyes and didn't have the feeling of last time.

He turned around a few times too hard, but there was no sign of Apparition. His head was dizzy, and the eyes cast around him made his face hot.

The professors stood not far from the old-fashioned wooden circle, watching the group of students with a smile, and paying attention to the splitting incidents that might occur at any time.

Professor Bagshot of Defense Against the Dark Arts had no teaching tasks, and came here to watch today. Seeing the students' distressed faces, he shook his head:

"Even if you know a more effective way to practice, you still need enough practice to master Apparition. Seamus Finnigan was just favored by the goddess of luck last time."

The short Professor Flitwick showed a nostalgic expression, as if he remembered the days when he practiced magic by the Black Lake during his student days. He said in a gentle voice: "They are still students who have not graduated. Apparition is one of the most complicated magics encountered during school days. The venue, mentality and luck... all the tiny factors will have an impact."

Grindelwald nodded, his eyes wandering along the shaking leaves, falling on the two people under the beech over there, and he couldn't help but think of the flame that suddenly appeared in the classroom that day.

As a teaching trainee sent by the Ministry of Magic, Wilky Tekros can be regarded as the wizard who is best at Apparition in the magic world before. His pale, transparent, slender and fragile appearance not only represents weakness, but also represents the ability to move across continents and release it quickly...

Many old scholars in the magic world believe that this appearance is a symbol of deep research in space magic and a mysterious symbol of Apparition.

And such an authoritative figure is now humbly asking a student who has not yet graduated.

If the photo is taken, it will definitely sell a large amount of Galleons for the Daily Prophet.

Grindelwald smiled and shook his head to get rid of these absurd ideas.

After staying with Albus for a long time, his thoughts were also diverted.

Just at this moment, a muffled sound suddenly came from the side, and someone in Gryffindor successfully performed Apparition again. The students and professors who were practicing immediately came forward.

Under the beech tree, Loren and Tekros turned their heads when they heard the sound. Seeing that the person being watched was Harry, they were not surprised and retracted their gazes to continue the previous conversation.

"After returning last week, I discussed with several colleagues from the Transportation Department and planned to compile a popular science book that comprehensively introduces Apparition."

"Official textbook?"

"Maybe."

Loren raised his eyebrows: "According to the current situation, your Transportation Department, or the entire Ministry of Magic, is very busy. Do you have time to compile textbooks?"

Tycross smiled: "The Ministry of Magic is not full of Aurors, and not all employees have to prepare for war. Moreover, compiling textbooks is a long-term matter. No matter which side wins this war, even if the Ministry of Magic no longer exists, the textbooks will be passed down. If our group of people no longer exist, these materials can also As a reference to help wizards who want to compile books in the future. "

"There are people who do practical things in the Ministry of Magic."

"..."

Tycross was silent for a while, and then continued: "The practice methods and underlying principle analysis you proposed will be included in the book. The Ministry of Magic will not plagiarize your achievements, and the textbook author will add your name."

"Uh..."

"It may take a long time. We compile books slowly. If everything goes well, a few years will be enough. If affected by the war, it may be more than ten years. If our group of people sacrifice, it will be decades."

"Is that so..."

...

At the end of March, Gryffindor Common Room.

Loren held a cup of honey tea and sat leisurely by the window. The light golden sunlight sprinkled in, illuminating the brilliant spots.

Throughout March, Hogwarts was shrouded in spring sunshine for a long time. The open space by the lake has become an exclusive place to practice Apparition. The teaching course has been more than halfway through, and more and more students have successfully performed Apparition and experienced the unique feeling of space displacement.

I used to describe the feeling as being squeezed by a rubber hose, but later I don’t know who spread the word that it was like myrtle flushing down the toilet pipe into the Black Lake.

The disgusting and wonderful metaphor spread quickly.

Loren took a sip of honey tea and saw from afar that today’s practice had ended and the students by the lake were gradually disbanding. According to the rules on the notice board, the next two weeks are Easter holidays, and the Apparition course will be temporarily postponed.

Calculating the time, Hermione should also be back from Professor Bubbage. I don’t know what the professor said to her. After the last article was published, she was determined to work in the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures after graduation, and since last week, she has been persuading him to work in the Department of Magical Transportation after graduation.

He said that the two of them could be colleagues and go to get off work together.

Weird.

Loren was thinking about his leisurely life after graduation, watching a familiar snowy owl appear in the sky, flapping its wings and getting closer and closer.

Hedwig flew into the window, landed on the table, and placed the note in her mouth in front of him. Loren grabbed a few nuts and fed them to her. While unfolding the note, he saw the scribbled handwriting on it and couldn't help but fall into thought.

"Whose letter?"

A brisk voice sounded beside him. When he was stunned, Hermione had come back.

"Hagrid's."

"Hagrid?"

"Aragog is dead, he invited us to the funeral..."

Loren handed the note over and mourned for Aragog silently in his heart for a few seconds.

Aragog's death was not sudden. There were signs last semester. He was too sick to move. Hagrid specially raised a bucket of giant maggots called giant grubs to replenish its body, and often went to the nest to tell it stories.

Unfortunately, the spider like spring breeze passed away.

When he was stunned just now, Loren flipped through those distant memories. Aragog could have survived the summer, but now he died a few months earlier. It should be due to his influence.

Although Aragog was violent and cruel during his lifetime and never did anything good in his life, now that the spider is dead, he still feels a little guilty in his heart.

Loren discussed with Hermione and decided to accept the invitation to attend the funeral.