The days of hanging out at Hogwarts

Loren and Rolf hung out together in the afternoon, exchanging fish food and how to make frozen pears. Loren occasionally asked him about some magical creatures he had heard of, such as thunderbirds, birds and snakes, and what came to mind.

Rolf was originally a little dissatisfied that his grandfather Newt took his family back to Paris to visit his hometown, but he was left in Hogwarts like this. Now he feels that such a vacation is not bad.

Sunday, 2 days until Christmas.

When he got up, Ron wanted to stay in bed for a while, crawling around in the quilt, unable to speak clearly, and he didn't pester Loren to play chess.

Loren felt a little sorry for him. He missed an opportunity to sleep back in the cage.

After breakfast, Loren hurriedly took Rolf back to the Black Lake.

It was another day with no wind and bright sunshine. Loren nodded, God is destined to let you fish be caught by me, accept your fate!

boom!

Make a hole, make a nest, set the hook, and lie down. Loren did it in one go, so fast that Rolf couldn't react.

"I mixed some herbs into the ordinary fish food. Grindylow won't like the taste." Rolf followed Loren's example and lay down on the chair.

"Don't worry, you will get half of today's fish."

Hearing Loren's confident voice, Rolf also became excited.

"Loren!"

"Rolf!"

Ron's energetic voice came from behind, holding a few bags of Bibi's multi-flavor beans in his hands, sliding towards them. It was not easy to escape from the bed.

"Did you get up so early to go fishing?"

Ron gasped and said to Loren, "If you want to eat fish, you can ask the kitchen elf to cook it. I remember there is a dish called Starry Sky, which has a lot of fish."

Loren stared at the float, ignoring the malice in Ron's words, "You are still young, you don't understand."

"You are free to fish, let's play chess!" Ron raised the Bibi multi-flavor beans in his hand and shook the package, making the jelly beans inside make a clattering sound.

Loren finally looked up. He looked around and found that there was no suitable place to sleep nearby, so he gave up the idea of ​​giving Ron a coma spell. Ron didn't know that he had missed another chance to go back to sleep.

"You go with Rolf." Loren waved his wand and conjured another recliner, and a stone table between Ron and Rolf with grid lines drawn on it.

Rolf drooped his little curly hair and stared at the grid lines curiously. He wondered what kind of chess Bibi Multi-flavored Beans could play. Is this a new game for the little wizard?

A strange scene occurred on the Black Lake. A fishing guy was guarding his fishing rod, and a chess guy was teaching bad children.

Rolf helped Ron turn Bibi's multi-flavor beans into chess pieces. The chess pieces made by the two of them were more regular than Ron alone.

He quickly understood the rules of backgammon and was happy to try it, but the process of playing chess with Ron was not very interesting.

Rolf is just a novice, but Ron can always quickly complete the layout and win the game. Both the abuser and the abuser have little gaming experience.

After a few games, Ron was too embarrassed to continue bullying, and Rolf was relieved.

The chess game couldn't be played anymore, so Ron and Rolf were knocking on the jelly bean chess pieces, lying on the chairs, and waiting for Loren to catch the fish.

Loren would lift his fishing rod from time to time to check if the bait was still there. The bait is always there and no fish takes the bait.

The sound of the fishhook breaking through the water sounded again.

Ron understood it clearly. He just lifted the lower hook to look at it and kept repeating, "Loren, please make a hole for me and get a fishing rod."

Loren pointed his nose at Ron, his eyes full of disdain.

Hey, young man, it’s your first time to start ice fishing. Do you think you can master it?

"[Thunderbolt Piercing]"

"[Thunderbolt Piercing]"

Not wanting Rolf to stare blankly, Loren opened two holes in succession and gave them to Ron and Rolf each with a fishing rod.

Three fishermen appeared on the ice.

The old fisherman taught two new fishermen how to hang bait, how to look at the float, and how to set the hook.

After watching the two of them sink their fish hooks into the water, Loren happily explained to them why they chose this place to make holes, what the wind and leeward were, the sun, the color of the ice...

Give them some mental preparation. Fishing is not a simple matter, and the Air Force will feel better later.

Rolf nodded his head as if understanding. It turns out that fish have so many things to pay attention to. Many of the contents can be applied to magical creatures. When I go back and write a letter to my grandpa at night, some of the methods are very enlightening for studying magical creatures.

Ron saw his float move and the fishing line swaying slightly. He felt a strange pull from the fishing rod in his hand.

"I, did I get a fish on the bait?" Ron lowered his voice for fear of scaring the fish away.

He felt that this feeling was very subtle, and his heart beat faster and he was a little excited. Ron seemed to understand the joy of fishing that Loren said.

"Pull it up slowly, and pull it properly with the fish." Loren calmly instructed Ron on the key points of closing the rod, and his teeth were almost broken.

What's the point of this? It's just protection for newbies. It's available in many fields. When Ron gets into the trap, he'll know what the air force is.

Loren's hand clenched the fishing rod so tightly that his fingers turned white.

Ron suppressed his excitement, carefully pulled the fishing rod, pulled the fish out of the hole, and threw it on the ice next to it.

The fish, which is about the size of an adult's palm, is flapping on the ice with a hook in its mouth.

"Fortunately, it's a common bream in British freshwater lakes." Loren stared at the fish, his voice was calm and gentle, and he clenched the fishing rod tighter in his hand.

"Haha! I caught a fish!" Ron held the fish in his hands and cheered loudly, regardless of the cold water.

As a wizard, catching fish is a very simple thing. He didn't know why he was so excited, but he was very happy.

The second fish caught was Rolf, a carp the size of a boot. Rolf squatted down and poked the jumping carp with his hand, a subtle sense of accomplishment rising in his heart.

"The carp is also very big." Loren smiled a little reluctantly. Rolf's family has some animals that are related to it, and their blood talents are just like Harry's Quidditch.

It must be that the location of the fishing hole is not good. Both of them can catch fish, which proves that they must have no problem in choosing the spot, but they are not very lucky. Loren walked to the side and reopened a fishing hole.

Ron and Rolf experienced a little bit of the joy of fishing, not in the fish they caught, but in the time when the fish took the bait. They seemed to be one with the fishing rod, fighting wits and courage with the fish, and finally reaping the joy of victory.

The two quickly set the hook again.

There are four fishing holes on the ice and three fishermen. Everyone is staring at their own floats silently.

Time passed slowly, Rolf caught three fish one after another, and he smiled even though he was a little shy.

Loren was able to convince himself that this man was gifted by blood and had affinity with animals.

A few minutes later, Ron caught a big fish that was longer than his arm. His hands were red from the cold, and he was so happy that he was holding the big carp from ear to ear.

Human beings' joys and sorrows are not the same. Loren only thinks that Ron is very noisy.

The local fish was so rude that he angrily changed his position to dig another hole.

The scene on the ice changed. Two new anglers were staring at their floats, and an Air Force guy was digging holes everywhere.

Explosions sounded from time to time, but Loren never caught a fish.

Just when Loren was about to open the sixth fishing hole, there was a vibration from the ice, followed by a low muffled scream.

"Woo——"

Rolf reacted and explained to Loren: "This is a giant squid underwater. We may have disturbed underwater creatures."

Loren touched his nose and felt a little embarrassed. The Black Lake in the Magical World was not the small lake on the mountain before him, so he couldn't just fry fish. Maybe the mermaid would complain to Dumbledore and he would be arrested and imprisoned.

The three of them quickly packed up and left, with Ron holding his big carp using a levitating spell.

"Let's go back and play chess."

"Follow your big carp."

Accompanied by the sound of crunching shoes on the ice, the three figures gradually moved away from the Black Lake.

Under the ice, scattered fragments of light sprinkled into the darkness of the deep water, gradually being swallowed up by darkness.

An old mermaid looked at the direction where Loren and the others were leaving. He was very old. Anyone could notice this at first glance.

Both the dark green hair and the dark green beard have become withered and shriveled, not looking like they were soaked in water. The iron gray on the skin has been mixed with the silver of the tail, turning into a color between gray, white, and silver.

The old man fish's yellow eyes, like autumn leaves, shone slightly in the water, and ancient legends emerged in his pupils, reflecting the scenery in front of him.

The witch with black hair and black eyes had many names. Some people called her Morgan Le Fay, others called her Morgana, and perhaps other names. The old man couldn't remember her clearly.

According to legend, she has a more famous title - Fairy Morgan.

Sometimes she is a good person, sometimes she is recorded as a villain, the truth is unknown.

Some people say that Fairy Morgan and Merlin were once good friends and studied magic together.

But he is more widely known as Merlin's enemy. Their grudges have not been spread to the present. The truth has been lost in the long history. Many wizards have not even heard of this name. No one knows the fate of Fairy Morgan.

Friends from the centaur tribe sent someone to tell him a few days ago that the stars have changed, changes that have never happened in thousands of years, and the wave will sweep across the world, whether it is the Muggle world or the magical world.

Hearing the name of the little wizard on the ice, he seemed to see a wave.