The days of hanging out at Hogwarts

The stars and moon are bright, but Hogwarts Castle has not calmed down for a long time.

The high-pitched soprano voice in front of the Gryffindor portrait hole continued for a long time. It turned out to be the portrait of the Fat Lady who was drunk again and was practicing a classic opera aria. She held her heart in her hands, her cheeks were red and her expression was intoxicated. She was completely immersed in her own world.

"Just one drink."

"Just one drink."

"Just one drink!"

The little wizard standing in front of the portrait hole repeated the password loudly several times, almost shouting the last password. Only then did the fat lady come to her senses and mumbled slowly to open the door stone.

Loren and Hermione, who had returned from their date late, got into the portrait hole, and the common room inside became even more lively.

Those who were chasing and playing in the aisles were the younger students. The two prefects, Neville and Parvati, considered that today was Easter, so they did not restrict their playfulness. Those sitting cross-legged on the ground playing cards and rocks were members of the Gobstone Club, Exploding Cards. His face was completely black from the explosion, Gobstone was sprayed with mucus, and around the sofa were Ron and others who were playing chess, chatting and telling stories...

Countless sounds were intertwined, and for a moment it was hard to tell which side was louder, indoors or outdoors.

Loren had a clear expression of disgust on his face, turned his head and said in Hermione's ear: "It's too noisy here. How about we go back to the tower, or go to the Room of Requirement?"

Hermione pursed her lips, feeling slightly numb, with a faint orange taste still lingering on her tongue.

It’s all this person’s crooked idea, saying that whatever flavor of candy you eat will taste like when kissing...

Thinking of the scene in the tower just now, Hermione immediately felt her cheeks begin to heat up, and she couldn't help but glance at this man.

"..."

Loren pondered for a moment, lost in thought.

It seemed that Hermione didn't want to go to the Tower or the Room of Requirement, so where else could she go on a date?

Even if it’s an abandoned classroom, not even an underground kitchen…

It is best to have a relatively private environment where no one else will disturb you.

Hermione raised her head slightly and stared at him pretending to be calm: "I'm sleepy. I need to go to the dormitory to wash up and rest."

"oh."

Loren sighed regretfully and sent the girl to the wooden stairs, with a glimmer of expectation in his eyes, "Good night then."

"Good night."

"..."

Hermione was silent for a moment, then leaned forward and touched her.

The orange flavor was a slightly perfunctory goodnight kiss.

Watching the girl go upstairs, Loren had no intention of staying here for long, and turned around and stepped onto the stairs leading to the boys' dormitory.

Pushing the door and entering the bedroom, there was a five-poster bed quietly placed in the room. The black curtains were rolled up to make sure there was no one there. Loren went to the bathroom and wiped his face to make sure there was no one inside. The whole room was quiet. outrageous.

"Seamus is playing explosive cards, Ron is telling stories, Neville is watching the juniors, and as for Harry..."

Loren thought about it and made sure he had no impression of Harry. He pondered for a moment, then walked to Harry's bedside. He took a cursory glance and found no target. Then he looked at the drawer of the bedside table. Now he could confirm that he was a half-blood. The prince's "Advanced Potion Making" is missing.

Just when he was about to fall into thought, he glanced out of the window inadvertently and noticed a familiar figure on the path of the field.

Loren watched the sneaky Harry walking quickly towards the school gate. The moonlight filled the lawn path. Before he could feel any worries, he caught a glimpse of an old man following him not far behind him. He couldn't help laughing.

The old man walked slowly, stopping and walking. Loren shrunk and turned into a spectacled owl and rushed out of the window, falling into the bright starry night. He basically kept gliding throughout the process without flapping his wings. Caught up in two minutes.

Dumbledore didn't know when he discovered his trace, and greeted him with a smile: "Loren, good evening."

Loren detransformed and landed next to him: "Good evening, principal, you have to go out so late."

"Superb transfiguration."

Dumbledore showed admiration at the right time. After hearing his greeting, he replied helplessly: "I also want to stay in the room, change into pajamas, drink a cup of sweet and smooth hot cocoa, and wait for sleepiness to come. It doesn’t matter if you sleep until tomorrow morning. It would be better if you have a sweet dream.”

"Drinking before bed can cause tooth decay."

"I'm a wizard, there's nothing I can do about tooth decay."

"That's right, otherwise based on your taste, all your teeth would have fallen out."

"I'm over a hundred years old. It doesn't matter if I lose all my teeth. It's you, Loren, who should control your diet."

"What a coincidence, I'm also a wizard."

"Haha..." Hearing Loren's answer, Dumbledore smiled knowingly, his wrinkles of different shades squeezed together, with a kind expression on his face.

The dirt path extended under the feet. After passing the Whomping Willow and walking some distance further, the school gate was already in sight. Loren asked curiously: "Sir, I remember you said that for Scrimgeour to deal with Voldemort and Death Eaters, at least... Delayed until Easter...did you anticipate today's situation?"

"Actually, I just followed my gut and picked a time."

"Um?"

"Don't you think that coming back to life sounds like a perfect time for Easter?"

"Well, do you really want to see someone break the boundary between life and death and come back to life?"

"A child wants to resurrect his mother. At least I have no reason to stop it, what do you think?"

Dumbledore's voice was unhurried and his posture was calm and calm, so that Loren began to doubt himself.

Isn't resurrecting the dead considered a taboo in magic?

Harry was almost at the school gate, and Dumbledore had no intention of catching up. He glanced at the semicircle of the moon above his head, seeming to remember something that happened a long time ago, with a nostalgic look in his eyes, and said gently:

"Want to hear about Professor Snape and the Potters?"

"I will listen to you."

"It all started when Mr. Lyle Lupin came to me and went through the admission procedures for Remus. That was thirty years ago..."

There was nothing new in the story Dumbledore told. Loren had already heard many of the contents before, but looking back on the grudges and grudges from the perspective of the old principal, he had a somewhat different feeling.

Lupine was framed by Greyback for contracting werewolf disease when he was six years old. After several years of visits and investigations, his parents gradually accepted the reality and gave up treatment. They changed their mentality and wanted Lupine to live a normal life as much as possible, so they sent him to school. Please Dumbledore helped take care of it, and the whomping willow tree in the school was planted at that time...

"Remus, Potter, Sirius and Peter were sorted into the same house. As classmates of the same age, just like you and Harry, they quickly became friends. It didn't take long for them to discover Remus' little problem. …”

Loren clicked his tongue: "It's that trick of accompanying each other to grow up again. Oh, it should be called an educational concept. There has been no innovation in so many years."

"I occasionally think of myself as an educator, well... at least a dutiful and qualified principal..."

Dumbledore did not argue and chuckled: "In fact, I am very happy to see their friendship develop like that. Remus revealed his secret to his friends, and his friends accepted his furry little problem and tried to comfort his pain. , they began to study Animagus and spent two years to succeed...

"Although the four of them are always getting into trouble, and professors apply for James and Sirius' confinement every week, I still think highly of them."

"Including Wormtail?" Loren raised an eyebrow.

"Including Wormtail." Dumbledore nodded and admitted. After a moment of silence, he said in a complex tone, "Peter Pettigrew looks inferior and cowardly, but the Sorting Hat still sorted him into Gryffindor. I believe he has something hidden in his heart. Unknown courage...

"He mustered up the courage to make bold friends. He had average grades but learned the complicated and difficult Animagus for his friends. Most importantly, he loved his grandma very much... I always thought he would eventually find his heart. The courage to become an outstanding Auror.”

"You are mistaken."

"Yeah, I'm just a wizard, and I can also see the wrong person..."

The old principal in gray robes, who walked slowly, sighed, looked through the school gate not far ahead, and quietly stared at the figure guarding the roadside, "Severus is another example. His family environment is not good, but he He cannot be merciful and tries to find superiority and satisfaction by despising the weak. After entering the school, he hangs out with the Death Eaters. He is extremely talented but addicted to black magic..."

Loren said he was right, he proved that Professor Snape was like this.

"But I ignored the love hidden deep in his heart. He did not completely fall into darkness. This love made him step into the light again."

…

Under the water of the black lake, the green candlelight flickered through the glass window.

Draco sat back on the carved seat, staring at the snake-shaped carving near the window edge, trying to guess the mood of the carver at that time from the green snake eyes.

The Slytherin common room was called the Slytherin Dungeon many years ago. Although the school board of directors has allocated funds for renovations many times in recent decades and the interior decoration has been changed to look like a luxurious mansion, the layout of the room cannot be completely changed. structure.

This is a hut made of rough boulders, which is always damp and cold.

The main body of the lounge is dark green with a dim tone. Various weird and magical sculptures are carved on the stone wall tiles. The fireplace is exquisite. When the flames rise, there are gorgeous illusions. The gorgeous tapestry depicts Slytherin. Glorious deeds of the past. Glowing green chains hang from the low dome, and the walls are inlaid with skull decorations, exuding a somewhat eerie and eerie temperament. The layout is long and narrow, and carved chairs are placed in rows for students to rest.

There is no portrait guard at the Slytherin door, and the way to open the door is more direct. Just say the correct password and the door will open. The password is changed every two weeks.

The passwords are mainly divided into two categories, one is to praise Slytherin, and the other is to despise other houses.

"The glory lasts forever."

The stone door opened in response, and Theodore Nott, who had returned late, walked into the lounge. He saw Draco in the corner and walked over.

Draco was still staring at the snake-shaped carving on the window edge without looking back: "Is something wrong?"

Nott sat down on a nearby chair and followed his gaze to the window. He didn't understand what was so interesting about those carvings: "Did your father ask you to monitor Dumbledore and Harry Potter and report what happened in the school at any time?" things.”

A dark light flashed in Draco's eyes: "Where is your father?"

"He told me not long after he was released..."

Nott changed his tone, "But, in my opinion, there is no use in passing the news to him."

"What's the meaning?"

"He is just an inconspicuous fringe figure in the Death Eater group. Our family's wealth and his ability are not enough to support him to become a core Death Eater, unable to gain a prominent position, and cannot gain the trust of the mysterious person at all, so the message is passed on It would be a waste to give it to him..."

Nott explained casually, not thinking it was a big deal, "Not just me, many other children from Death Eater families have received the same instructions."

"Why are you telling me this?"

"Be smart, Draco, we are about to graduate, unlike your Malfoy family, and the Death Eater relatives in our families are all minions, even if they have merits, they will not be taken seriously."

Theodore Nott's eyes flashed with an inexplicable dark light, "If you ask me, it's better to pass the message to your father and let him become the core figure of the Death Eaters. In the future, you can get more information from your father to help us survive the war."

"..."

Draco turned his head to look at him, frowned slightly, and his expression became serious.

"Now there is a message that you need to pass on to your father."

"What?"

"Dumbledore has left the school. Just now, when I went downstairs, I saw Dumbledore walking out of the hall."

"..."

After Nott left, Draco looked at the snake-shaped carvings on the window sill in silence, thought for a few minutes, and took out a strange-looking gold galleon from his arms.

…

In an abandoned playground in the suburbs of London, there are some iron frame remains standing on the grass, rusty and mottled. A few ropes hang from the horizontal bars, which look like the ropes of the swing. Unfortunately, the cushions are made of wood and have been tattered after years of exposure to the sun and rain.

Not far from the iron frame, bushes that have not been taken care of for many years grow wildly, forming a piece that covers the surroundings and almost forms a small room.

The sound of air explosion suddenly broke the seclusion of the abandoned site. Harry stepped on the grass with his feet, his face pale, and the long-distance Apparition squeezed his body. He was about to vomit.

Snape glanced at him from the corner of his eye and walked forward slowly.

Harry looked around and saw a huge chimney standing in the distant sky. Some vague dream images flooded into his mind. Compared with the slightly different scenery around him, he vaguely knew where this was.

The place where Snape met his mother.

"Come on, hurry up, time is running out, we still have a lot of preparations to do."

"..."

Many thoughts flashed through his mind, Harry silently watched his back, and followed him.

The two gradually walked away, and about half a minute later, in the shadows of the bushes, a touch of phoenix flame quietly bloomed, and the orange-red light flashed, and two mysterious figures suddenly appeared in the bushes.

Dumbledore stood quietly in place, watching the backs of the two people gradually go away, and then looked at the shabby swing not far away, and sighed with emotion.

Loren wanted to say something, but suddenly his expression changed slightly, and he reached out and took out a copper Knut from the pendant.