The days of hanging out at Hogwarts

In the early morning, the sky was hazy.

The city was still in the dark, the lights in the airport terminal were bright, the noisy broadcasts were tirelessly announcing flight information, and the bustling crowds were flowing between the elevators and the aisles. Loren and Hermione followed the airport staff, avoiding the crowded crowds, and boarded the plane through another channel.

Because of the rush, no flight to Massachusetts was arranged, and it was changed to a direct flight from London to New York, a nine-hour flight.

The two got on the plane, put their luggage away, and sat in a row.

Perhaps it was the influence of lack of sleep. I didn't get home until late last night, and because of the long journey, I talked with my mother until the early morning, and I only slept for a few hours. I was dragged up to catch the plane before dawn. My head was dizzy and my thinking was a little slow.

Hermione glanced at Loren, only to see that he was wearing a pure white short-sleeved shirt with a beach shirt on his upper body, denim shorts on his lower body, and a baseball cap. He was extremely casual. The only serious thing about his body was the shoes on his feet, like a student going on vacation during the summer vacation.

She didn't like this kind of dress very much, but she felt that Loren looked good inexplicably, and couldn't help but secretly glance at him.

Signs lit up on both sides of the road, dispelling the dark blue night. Loren leaned close to the window and rested his forehead against the glass, staring outside without blinking.

"What are you looking at?"

"See if there are any subtle signs."

"What?"

Loren shook his head, with a mysterious look on his face: "I once heard a story about a group of seventeen-year-old students boarding a plane that departed in the early morning. Before taking off, they noticed many subtle hints and avoided the air crash under the influence of some kind of intuition. They also saved several classmates, but in the following days, these survivors died in accidents one by one, and no one escaped the pursuit of death."

"..."

Hermione already had experience in dealing with such strange words that she couldn't understand. At this time, don't say anything, don't ask questions, just pretend you didn't hear it.

She reached out and rubbed Loren's shoulders, trying to soften them in this way, and then put her head on them. The effect was average, still a little hard, so she just barely managed to sleep.

Hermione narrowed her eyes and raised a shallow arc at the corners of her mouth.

For a long time, because the girl grew faster and was slightly taller than Loren, this man always rested his head on her shoulders. Now that their situations were reversed, it was just right for her to experience this feeling.

The girl's scent lingered on her nose, her warm head rested on her shoulders, and her fluffy and messy hair brushed across her cheeks, which was slightly itchy. This feeling of being attached and trusted was indescribable, and the warmth seemed to flow directly into her heart.

Loren quietly slowed down his breathing and unconsciously lowered his voice: "Do you want to upgrade to the front cabin to sleep?"

The girl gradually fell asleep, unconsciously with a lazy nasal voice: "No, just like that."

So Loren stopped persuading, kept his shoulders stable, turned his head and looked out the window.

Ten minutes later, the plane slid along the route. After a slightly noisy engine sound, accompanied by a slight sense of overweight, the plane gradually rose into the sky.

It was not yet dawn, but after the plane broke through the clouds, a bright light rose in the east. This golden light was like a burning flame in the darkness, gradually igniting the rolling clouds under the dome sky.

Loren stared at the burning clouds and gradually felt sleepy. He closed his eyes obediently and fell asleep with the girl leaning on each other.

I don’t know how the route was planned. Either the airline’s estimated time did not allow entry, or the plane took a detour. It was already evening when it arrived over New York.

The plane slowly sank and sank into the sea of ​​clouds.

Hermione sat next to the window seat, her head still resting on Loren’s shoulder, turning her eyes to look at the endless sea of ​​clouds outside the window. The sea of ​​clouds was dyed bright orange by the sunset. She quietly watched this beautiful and brilliant scene, and then noticed that Loren’s face, who was sleeping with his head tilted, was dyed with a layer of golden light. This angle was really beautiful, and she couldn’t help but secretly glance at him.

In a trance, she had an illusion that they came here across the ocean not for living Horcruxes, not for Voldemort and Death Eaters, but just for vacation.

She couldn't help but start to daydream, it would be nice to have a double trip after graduation.

The vision was gradually obscured by clouds and mist, and the feeling of weightlessness of falling woke Loren from his sleep. He blinked his eyelashes a few times and slowly opened his eyes.

Hermione beside him immediately closed her eyes, vaguely feeling that someone was staring at her. She tried to pretend that she was still sleeping, but she couldn't help but smile at the corners of her mouth.

The plane landed on the ground and glided for a distance. A slight setback indicated that the voyage was over.

A staff member came out to guide the passengers to leave in an orderly manner. Loren took a small suitcase from the top of his head and pulled it to the cabin door. When they walked out of the terminal side by side, they immediately saw two familiar figures. They were the pick-up staff arranged by Dumbledore waiting for them in front.

A man and a woman stood at the exit of the passage. The man stood straight in a suit with the Auror logo of the American Magic Congress on his chest. The woman smiled gently. At first glance, her appearance had not changed much, but her temperament was completely different. She had the feeling of an adult wizard.

Pickley Graves raised his head and looked around at the pedestrians. Nancy Boot next to him elbowed him from time to time to tell him not to go too far.

Loren and Hermione paused and walked over with their boxes.

"Loren, Hermione, long time no see!"

"Welcome to New York."

"Long time no see."

Loren shook hands with the two and was a little surprised: "Dumbledore said he would arrange someone to greet us. I thought it would be a professor from Ilvermorny or a staff member of the American Magic Congress. I didn't expect it to be you two."

"You guessed it right, we are the staff of the Magic Congress." Pickley smiled and pointed to the badge on his chest, "I am now an Auror in the Law Enforcement Department, and Nancy is the Federal Wand Permit Issuing Officer."

"Please cooperate with my work."

Nancy said with a serious expression, and then she was amused. She took the wands of the two, left a mark on the parchment, handed the wands back, and led the two out: "Mr. Dumbledore and Professor Fontana specifically asked us to apply for the door key to Mount Greylock. We will not stay in New York, but go directly to Ilvermorny."

Girls can always find topics faster. Hermione and Nancy quickly became familiar with each other and whispered about the Ministry of Magic and the Magic Congress.

Two boys walked together next to them, talking about the emergency that started last night.

"The MACUS got busy after receiving the news last night. The Law Enforcement Department, the Serious Crimes Department, and the No-Maj Public Relations Department were all dispatched, and many experts from the research department went to Ilvermorny."

Pickley walked beside him: "Forgive my presumption, but I still want to ask, what emergency happened?"

"It's a long story..."