The days of hanging out at Hogwarts

The wind and snow are trying to squeeze into the castle with the cold air, and the warm current in the castle is pushing the cold air out. The silvery white snow meets the gray and black stone wall gate here.

Because of the holiday, Loren was lazy. He was obviously dragging the box, but instead he was leaning on the box. The eyelids were pulled up, hiding the sapphire-like eyes.

Hermione looked at him, his eyes brighter and bluer than when they first met.

This is the first wizard friend I have met, in Diagon Alley, on the Hogwarts Express, in the sorting ceremony, in the Transfiguration class...

Loren is by his side in all the scenes, and his pranks are both hilarious and always relaxing.

Boring flying lessons become fun when he's around. The corridors of the school seemed to have become very short. Walking from the Room of Requirement back to the Gryffindor Common Room seemed like there was never enough walking distance.

It's been more than a month since the Christmas break, and just like she doesn't want to leave Hogwarts, Hermione suddenly feels that she also feels a little bit reluctant to leave Loren.

"I will take Hanhan away when we pass by the Owlery later." Hermione looked at the boy in front of her steadily.

"I know! I'll reply." Loren dragged the box back and forth, and the wheels made a gurgling sound on the ground, as if it was some interesting game.

Snowflakes fell from the sky, painting the snow-covered earth with a stroke of white. The carriage in the distance was blocked by trees, and only a faint red could be seen. The steam from the boiler at the front of the carriage floated up into the clouds. Give back a touch of white to the sky.

Loren was not used to such a scene, and the atmosphere was strange.

The girl looked up at Loren, her eyes were bright and her eyelashes were flickering, as if she mustered up the courage to do something, and she opened her hands towards Loren.

But the courage could only last so far, and the shyness in her heart took over again. Hermione's cheeks quickly turned crimson, and she no longer dared to look at Loren.

She controlled her hands and stretched towards the suitcase, pretending that what she just did was just to take the suitcase.

At this moment, Loren hugged the girl into his arms, patted her on the back, and said, "Merry Christmas!"

"Merry Christmas!"

Hermione was sulking. She felt that Loren's body temperature was a little hot, and her heartbeat was scalding fast. She told herself that this was a simple farewell hug, this was a simple farewell hug.

The girl quickly grabbed the suitcase handle and walked outside without looking back.

Loren looked at Hermione's hurried steps and was a little confused. There was still a while before the train started. Why were you in such a hurry?

Unable to figure it out, Loren put the problem behind him and planned to go to the kitchen to get another basket of pears to freeze.

As Loren walked to the kitchen, she looked at the corridor outside the Hufflepuff lounge. The walls and ceilings were covered with various decorations. Loren also saw some pictures of the Muggle world.

Compared to students from other houses, the little badgers are more enthusiastic about decorating the Christmas hallway.

From a distance, I saw a little girl with twin tails holding a fruit basket in one hand and jumping out of the kitchen, humming a pleasant melody.

"Hello! Loren!" Hannah Abbott looked very happy, and the final sound of each word rose.

"Hello Hannah, are you staying at school for Christmas too?"

"Yeah, I don't want to spend Christmas in a pub again this year."

Hannah's mother always took her to spend Christmas at the Leaky Cauldron, where Tom, the owner, held a Christmas party every year, and although the food was delicious and she'd always wanted to try Butterbeer, this year she wanted to do it at the Hog. Watts for Christmas.

Loren looked at the basket in her hand, which contained various fruits, the most common of which were pears.

Since yesterday, several Hufflepuff students have asked him about how to make frozen pears. These people always have the most sincere and noble enthusiasm for life.

"Oh, I want to try other fruit jelly to see how it tastes." Hannah noticed Loren's gaze and explained cheerfully.

"Neville also has this idea, but he has gone home. Maybe you can write letters to communicate."

No one knew what Loren was secretly thinking. This was Neville's future wife. Loren wanted to see how the boring boy Neville would react if they met in advance. He was looking forward to it just thinking about it.

"Really? I'll remember it, and I'll freeze some delicious fruit to share with you!" Hannah jumped away.

After saying goodbye to Hannah, Loren wiggled his fingers and scratched the pear on the cartoon, and entered the kitchen listening to the pear's giggle.

In addition to preparing today's lunch and dinner as usual, the house elves in the kitchen are also making some preparations for the Christmas dinner.

You can't imagine this scene. 100 slaughtered turkeys are bathing each other in a huge wooden barrel. Their bath water is various marinated sauces, and the turkeys smear the sauce on their bodies. Every part of the oven is used to ensure that the baked product is delicious.

Wheat and several other house elves whose names were unknown stood nearby, wagging their fingers to direct them. It looked a bit like a concert, and the elves were the conductors.

Loren found Wheat and asked for some more pears.

"Of course! It's Mai's honor!" Mai's brows were raised high, and he seemed very happy that Loren liked the pears from last time.

Loren couldn't stand hearing such a flattering tone, and he got goosebumps all over his body.

Wheat quickly brought Loren a basket full of pears. The pears were crowded together, filling the entire basket, and the outside ones looked like they would be squeezed out of the basket at any time.

Loren held the fruit basket carefully, fearing that the pears would fall out of it, so he took out a box of chocolate frogs from his pocket, "It's not a valuable thing, just think of it as a Christmas gift for you."

It's like seeing a child, a water delivery worker, or a delivery person during the holidays, and giving them a tip or a good review. It's just for good luck.

Xiaomai looked at the candy blankly, with tears in his eyes, and murmured: "Christmas gift, Mr. Morgan gave Xiaomai a Christmas gift."

"Oh my God, Wheat has a Christmas present!" the elf screamed.

The house elf ran around the kitchen like crazy holding a chocolate frog, shouting words that made no sense.

There were exclamations among the other elves, as if this was something big.

Loren was wondering whether to run away now. He knew that house elves might have psychological problems before, but he didn't expect the psychological problems to be so big.

Wheat ran a few laps and returned to Loren, looking straight at him.

"Kind, kind, great Mr. Morgan, Wheat will always be loyal to you!"

"Even if you graduate from Hogwarts, Mai will always be your servant as long as you are willing."

Hiss, Loren took a breath, what the hell, just a piece of candy to defraud a free laborer, Dumbledore, a capitalist, must have such a black heart.

But he didn't have this idea. No one in modern society could accept this kind of thing. He felt uncomfortable when he came into contact with the elf twice. If he accepted it, he would probably get goosebumps in the future.

He quickly explained: "No, no, no, it's not something valuable."

Mai stared at Loren stubbornly, "This is Mai's promise. In Mai's eyes, there is nothing more precious than this in the world."

This guy is stubborn. Seeing that Loren couldn't persuade him, he couldn't afford to offend him, so he ran away with the pears.

Next time you go to the kitchen to get food, you should ask other elves. No, next time just ask other little wizards to help you get food.