The days of hanging out at Hogwarts

Because of the holiday syndrome, the little wizard's work and rest schedule has not been adjusted yet. He doesn't want to go back to the dormitory to sleep when the lights are turned off. In addition, the news of the mysterious man's defeat gave the students another reason to celebrate. Until late at night, the common room was still very lively.

In order to prevent the sticky liquid of Gobstone from dirtying the common room, the club was assigned to a corner position. The crackling explosion card was in front of the fireplace. Part of the explosion sound was discharged along the flue, and the sound was not so deafening. The wizard chess players and onlookers were relatively quiet, so they occupied the open space in the middle of the room. At first glance, the Gryffindor common room was noisy and chaotic, but in fact it was orderly and ingenious.

After the lights were turned off, the bluebell flame in the glass bottle replaced the candle. The light was not so bright, but the soft flame was just right for lighting. The soda water and sparkling wine in the glass reflected a light and soft blue.

Harry and Ginny huddled on the sofa, their heads together, holding a book of magical animals.

Hermione passed by and glanced at it. There were more than a dozen animal portraits on the cover, huddled together with their claws and teeth bared. It looked like a picture book made by an unknown publisher to deceive children.

The whole book had no words. The pictures were from nowhere. They were colorfully placed in the most conspicuous position in the bookstore. Children couldn't walk when they saw it. Parents bought it and found that it was more expensive than some large textbooks when they checked out at the front desk.

I don't know where they learned the fraudulent tricks.

Hermione thought for a while and wanted to recommend some picture books with exquisite paintings, comprehensive information and excellent printing to the two. Before she could open her mouth, she was dragged away by Loren.

"Young lovers are in the passionate period of love. They find it interesting to look up the dictionary. Why are you interfering?"

"..."

Hermione was pulled to sit next to them. She didn't deliberately eavesdrop, but the sound of the two people talking quietly still got into her ears.

"Ginny, what do you think of me getting a hippogriff tattooed on my chest?"

"I think a Hungarian horned dragon is better."

"Well, a dragon looks more manly."

"You can be manly without a tattoo."

"..."

Hermione was startled and silently moved to the side, feeling goose bumps on her arm skin.

Ron on the other side couldn't stand the two of them anymore: "Hey, be careful, don't be so unscrupulous just because I allowed you to date, this is too..."

"We are unscrupulous?" Ginny snorted, "Then what about you and Lavender? Remember those days when you were intimate everywhere, like a pair of eels stuck together! Do you need me to help you recall, the Great Hall, the Common Room, the Courtyard, the Hall..."

"..."

Ron was scolded and fled.

Hermione calmly withdrew her gaze and began to reflect on whether she had any behavior that was carried away by love.

Comparing Ron and Lavender, a preliminary search in the memory showed that fortunately, there was basically no excessive behavior such as kissing in public.

Compare with Harry and Ginny, search again...

Hermione's cheeks flushed. It seems that they have been talking together since the first grade, also in the corner of the common room. From classroom knowledge to past experiences, from the morning star to the moon, there seems to be endless topics to talk about, but now I can't remember what they talked about at the time.

There must be some stupid things.

Looking at the glimmer in the girl's eyes, sometimes frowning and sometimes smiling, her expression changing, her cheeks slowly turning red, Loren felt strange, and put the back of his hand on her face: "What's wrong, why is your face so red and hot, is it too stuffy in the common room?"

"!!"

Hermione's shame reached its peak at this moment, and she glared at this person hard. Under the half-bright and half-dark light blue firelight, the girl's cheeks were red, her eyes were shining, and there was no deterrent power at all. Loren was still about to continue asking, but the girl had already picked up the book and stood up and walked upstairs.

"Are you going to sleep so early?"

"..."

"Then I'll go back and wash up, see you tomorrow morning."

Hermione paused, but turned back and whispered, "See you tomorrow morning."

...

The sound of the dormitory opening and closing came from the room outside.

Loren stood in front of the bathroom mirror, spit out the fresh toothpaste foam in his mouth, wiped the water droplets on his chin, turned around and walked out.

The roommates have returned.

The chandelier cast a bright yellow candlelight, and the huge mirror stood in the center of the room. The top was engraved with obscure inscriptions, with an exquisite golden frame and a base carved into a claw shape. The mirror reflected the candlelight, illuminating the entire room. In front of the gorgeous mirror, the figures of the four roommates lined up in a row, staring at the mirror with curiosity.

Ron stood in the center, his eyes wide open, his own figure reflected in his pupils, wearing a stylish Quidditch uniform, with a student president badge on his chest, and various trophies and medals displayed behind him.

Seamus pushed Ron hard, his expression distorted because of excessive force: "It's my turn, it's my turn."

Neville's eyes were just pure curiosity. He looked at the carvings on the mirror and silently recited the inscription on the top. He was not as enthusiastic about the scene in the mirror as the two.

The most surprising thing was Harry. He stood beside with a smile on his face, his eyes calm, and gently advised the two not to fight for it. The mirror was lent to him by Dumbledore, so there was no need to return it in a hurry. There was enough time and both of them could see enough.

This scene surprised Loren a little. He walked to Harry and asked in surprise: "Why don't you stand in front? Haven't you always wanted to see the mirror image of the whole family reunited?"

Harry shook his head: "Unlike my mother that night, the mirror image is just a false illusion. It can't talk to me or hear me. There's nothing to see."

"Tsk, I still remember when we first found the Mirror of Erised in the first grade, some people would rather skip lunch and stay in front of the mirror."

"..."

Harry remained silent, pretending that he didn't hear anything. As long as he didn't respond, Loren would not be making fun of him.

"It seems that he has recovered and finally got rid of the listless look of the past few days." Loren observed his state and sighed, "This is the power of love."

"I just figured it out..."

Harry turned his head to look at the mirror in front of him, as if he was talking to someone through the mirror. Because it was not the best position, he could only see the reflections of a few people in the mirror. "Before I was born, Professor Trelawney had made that prophecy, and what happened later also confirmed the content of the prophecy. If everything is destined and the ending of the story has been written, maybe I should enjoy the process before the ending."

The young man seems to be a little emotional.

Loren raised his eyebrows: "Harry, I think you take prophecies too seriously."

"Is there anything wrong?"

"You have been to the prophecy room in the Department of Mysteries. There are thousands of prophecy balls on the display shelves there. You don't think every prophecy can come true, do you?"

Harry was stunned for a moment: "What do you mean?"