The days of hanging out at Hogwarts

Diagon Alley, Leaky Cauldron.

Hermione and Loren walked into the tavern side by side, looking around curiously.

The waiter in the tavern has a new look. He is a tall, thin young man who is hiding in the corner and does not greet the guests when they come in. His appearance is vaguely similar to Old Tom. The bartender behind the counter is a middle-aged woman, slightly plump and with neat movements.

During those days of tension, this dirty, small bar was closed for a period of time and then reopened, much tidier.

Several elderly witches were sitting in the corner, holding small glasses of sherry and sipping slowly. One of them was smoking a long pipe. The smoke was choking and attracted scoldings. The old witch didn't care when she was scolded, and smiled. He took a sip, and smoke curled up from his dry lips.

"Merlin's stinky pipe! Old Tom, you don't care!"

The little wizard wearing a top hat cursed.

The tavern owner with the same name as the Dark Lord did not say a word, leaning lazily against the window. His hair was almost stripped off, and the bright sunlight shone on the bright head, which was a bit dazzling, like a dried old walnut.

He slowly turned the page of the newspaper, squinted his eyes and read, occasionally letting out a laugh in a rough voice.

The newspapers and periodicals during this period basically had only one theme, which was the complete fall of Voldemort.

In the first few days, the wizards celebrated all night. After calming down, they began to read the whole story of the incident carefully. They found that newspapers and magazines were still referring to the mysterious person as Voldemort, so they suspected that this downfall might be the same as sixteen years ago, and they were vaguely worried that Voldemort would come back again.

It wasn’t until the Ministry of Magic invited Dumbledore to endorse it, forcing all publishers to call Voldemort by his first name, or print his real name “Tom Riddle”—the Daily Prophet published Voldemort’s personal biography.

Written by gold medal journalist Rita Skeeter, this biography introduces the declining Gaunt family and the Muggle Riddle family that was exterminated by Voldemort himself. It describes his origin in detail and deeply analyzes the nature of his cold and empty soul. A brief introduction to his growth experience.

His twisted and dark mental state was described in detail, and his process of studying black magic was briefly described. The information related to the Horcrux was directly omitted.

Rita Skeeter studied in Muggle magazines for several years, and her writing skills became more proficient. She linked suspense link by link. She wrote her biography into a series of reports, which were published in more than a dozen issues. The level of excitement is no less than that of the former popular writer Loha. A unique serial novel,

It greatly satisfied the curiosity of wizards.

"Tom Riddle has extremely high talent in the field of black magic. By studying the information left by Herbo and Slytherin, he mastered the taboo black magic rituals and used cruel and painful methods to transform his body in order to pursue more power. The magic power to avoid the pursuit of death..."

Old Tom muttered the newspaper article under his breath.

The tavern slowly became quiet.

The lazy young waiter in the corner came to Old Tom and stood behind him to read the contents of the newspaper. The cursing wizard quietly sat next to him. Even the old witch who was smoking a cigarette put out her cigarette and listened patiently to him reading the newspaper. .

Loren and Hermione ordered raspberry ice cream and sat at the table to taste it.

"So mysteriously... Voldemort is actually a hybrid, right?" A guest muttered.

No one answered. Old Tom shook the newspaper and continued reading: "After graduation, he left Hogwarts, advocated the concept of pure blood supremacy, bewitched a group of young wizards, gathered a group of ambitious middle-aged wizards, and used cruel methods to intimidate Controlled a group of wizards who controlled resources to establish the Death Eater organization and continue to expand..."

"A bunch of idiots."

"Shut up, Kodoli."

"..."

"The first downfall: On the night at the end of October 1981, when Voldemort attacked Harry Potter, his body was destroyed by the ancient magic left by his mother Lily Potter, and he became a ghost attached to animals and escaped, lingering all these years. In the forests of Albania…”

"The second downfall: On the night of early August 1997, Voldemort led the Death Eaters to plan to attack Harry Potter at the New York Airport. Dumbledore and the Ministry of Magic intercepted the news in advance, and the Ministry of Magic and the MACUSA set a trap...

"All the Death Eaters were arrested. Voldemort was defeated in the battle with the mysterious wizard. His body and soul were completely devoured by fire... completely devoured by fire..."

Old Tom repeated it twice, tutted and shook his head, showing a satisfied smile.

"Who do you think this mysterious wizard is?" The wizard named Kodoli couldn't help but ask.

The drinkers surrounding him immediately started talking among themselves:

"Could it be Dumbledore?"

"I think it's Harry Potter, remember that prophecy?"

"..."

Cordori shook his head: "If it were them, the Ministry of Magic and MACUSA would not keep it a secret."

"Although I don't know the identity of the mysterious wizard, I know other information."

The old witch in the corner relit the pipe and took a sip: "I have a nephew who works in the Department of International Cooperation. He told me that there will be new members joining the International Federation of Wizards, not on behalf of a certain person. The wizards of a region or a certain country only represent individuals, and the minister's office plans to propose the addition of a new Wizengamot seat, as well as new members of the Lord Merlin."

"Another legendary wizard."

The guests in the tavern sipped the wine in their hands and sighed.

"In a few years, you can see it at the Chocolate Frog Picture Gallery."

"Speaking of legendary wizards, I still remember when Dumbledore became famous. I was still very young at that time..."

"I remember it too! You were drunk at that time, and you were clamoring to marry Dumbledore!"

"Fuck you!"

"Hahaha..."

The shabby old pub became lively again.

The raspberry ice cream was almost gone.

Loren went to the counter to pay, and Hermione waited quietly at her seat, listening to the discussions around her.

She always planned to change the Ministry of Magic, the wizarding world, and even the world after graduation, but that was still a very distant future. The man in front of her always looked lazy and complained about this trouble and that effort, but he had really changed a lot of things and made the world a better place.

Hermione could clearly feel a kind of pleasant pride rising in her heart.

When they walked out of the Leaky Cauldron side by side, Hermione looked at him with a smile, her eyes sparkling:

"Tell me, if Minister Scrimgeour announced your identity, would there be drunken witches clamoring to marry you?"

"Even if the identity is not announced, there are witches clamoring to marry me."

"Who?"

"Who knows."

"..."

Hermione's expression was slightly unnatural, and she looked away calmly: "Who is clamoring to marry you!?"

Knocking on the masonry wall with her wand, the stone wall opened, revealing the passage behind. Loren walked towards Diagon Alley and slowly helped her recall:

"When I went to the wedding a few days ago, After leaving the dance floor, we went our separate ways. You and Ginny went to talk to Fleur, and I went to talk to Dumbledore and found you. I heard you say in the tent--"

Hermione's mind flashed through the content of the conversation that night, and her breathing accelerated. A strong sense of shame surged up:

"Stop talking!"

"You said Fleur's veil was really beautiful."

"You eavesdropped on the girl's conversation!"

"Fleur said she would give you a more beautiful one when you got married."

"Stop talking!"

"So Ginny asked you when you were getting married."

"Shut up!"

"Then you said hiss..."

Loren wanted to launch a mental attack with the devil's whisper, and then the soft flesh on his waist was physically attacked.

This girl twisted a little flesh and twisted it in a circle, which was even more vicious than the witch in the fairy tale.

...

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When I came to the street, the sun was shining.

The street was crowded with wizards. This bustle had been going on for a while, as if wizards from all over the world had gathered in Diagon Alley. Wizards of different ages wore all kinds of weird costumes. Some had parrots standing on the brim of their hats, and some had poisonous snakes coiled around their necks. They were so eerie that those who didn't know would think they had strayed into Knockturn Alley.

But all the wizards had smiles on their faces, and they were kinder than each other. Their attitudes were several medieval times more civilized than the Muggle society.

Loren grabbed Hermione's hand and refused to let go, not to show his affection, but to prevent her from being overloaded with shame and doing something impulsive again.

Passing by one shop after another along the street.

Some signs were still the signs in memory, but with some ribbons added. Carefully read the notices on the glass windows, which basically said discount information. In order to celebrate the fall of Voldemort and the prosperity of Diagon Alley, some even incorporated the Muggle lottery promotion strategy. The business was booming, and the boss was busy and smiling from ear to ear.

Ollivander's Wand Shop was a little unfamiliar. The golden signboard had been re-mounted, and the words "Making fine wands since 382 BC" shone brightly. The originally small and shabby shop had been expanded, revealing a bit of the extraordinary style of a wand family.

The window was full of wands, shining with a black and shiny tung oil.

When passing by, Loren looked inside. Mr. Ollivander was scolding a young man with a serious face and harsh words, but there was a gentle smile in the corner of his eyes.

I don't know if it's a new apprentice or a younger generation of the family.

When leaving, I heard the young man retort: ​​"My uncle didn't say that. We should have the courage to try new wand core materials."

Olivander was immediately angry and shouted: "This is Ollivander! Not Gregorovitch!"

The wizards passing by the store couldn't help but smile. What kind of twists and turns are hidden inside...

Some shops have changed owners. They couldn't survive that difficult and dark time. The shops had to be sublet or resold. New shops were opened in familiar locations. The sign of Florin's Cold Drink Shop has been taken down. The new sign is only half hung. It's about flying magic and equipment. It's probably related to Quidditch.

The most gorgeous one is Weasley's Wizard Wheezes. The window is colorful and displays all kinds of incredible goods. Those rotating, twitching, flashing, screaming and jumping things attract enough attention, attracting customers to stop and stay, showing obsessed expressions.

The huge poster had a new style, and the words were still shining:

"I told you not to worry about the You-Know-Who,

You still need Constipation Ren!"

There was another notice below, the handwriting was so small that Hermione had to get closer to see it clearly.

"Nosebleed Nougat, Warming Up Fever Candy and other truancy series products are sold out, Witty Feather Pen, Auto-Correcting Parchment and other homework series products are sold out, Daydream series products are sold out..." Hermione read in a low voice, "In addition, the Protection from the Dark Arts series products are not refundable or exchangeable once sold."

Loren leaned over to look inside. The shelves of the store were packed with people, leaving no space for the waiter to pass through.

The two looked at each other and quickly agreed:

"Forget it, we won't go in."

"Agree."

First, go to the robe shop to buy wizard robes. There are still a few freshmen waiting to get their robes customized. Madam Malkin is serving them. She is short and fat, wearing a purple robe with the hem dragging on the ground. She still has a smiling face.

"Are you going to buy Hogwarts uniforms, dear?"

"We have a lot of them here. To be honest, there are always young people trying on clothes inside."

"I've tried them on, dear."

Madam Malkin looked slow, but her movements were very neat. When the freshmen left with their new clothes, they quietly looked back at Loren and Hermione who were waiting, as if they were observing what the senior students looked like.

"Okay, it's your turn, dear."

Loren and Hermione walked into the men's and women's fitting rooms respectively.

When leaving the fitting room and the store, Hermione looked a little depressed. Her height had not increased much compared to last year, while Loren had grown a few centimeters taller.

The days when she looked down on Loren were gone forever.

Thinking back to the past, only nostalgia remained...

"Ah."

Hermione looked up at the top of his head and sighed deeply.

"?"

Loren felt puzzled.

Flourish and Blotts Bookstore was next to the robe shop. The manager was still the same manager. He came up to them happily when he saw them.

The year Hagrid became a professor, he designated "The Monster Book of Monsters" as the teaching material for protecting magical creatures, which made the manager very upset. He still remembers the solution Loren taught him.

So this year's teaching materials are 40% off again.

It was not until the sunset that they walked out of Diagon Alley side by side. In fact, they spent less than an hour shopping. The rest of the time was spent hand in hand shopping. They said shopping, but in fact they were walking. They went from Partridge's Cauldron to Eeyore's Owl Shop, then to Ink Stationery Store, and even to Madam Primpynell's Beauty Potions Shop.

Loren only looked but did not buy. Sometimes he would ask the clerks about this and that. What acne-removing potion should add more white fresh water? How can your whitening potion burn the surface skin and then stimulate the growth of new skin? There is a risk of cancer...

Facing the clerks' almost fiery eyes, Hermione's expression was calm, and there was no ripple in her heart. She had already adapted to this feeling.

"Another back-to-school shopping is completed!"

Walking out of the Leaky Cauldron, Loren was quite emotional: "Thinking back to the last time I did back-to-school shopping, it was last time."

"..."

Hermione was too lazy to pay attention.

She was recalling the first time she came to Diagon Alley, which was six years ago.