The days of hanging out at Hogwarts

August 31st, night.

In the evening, I was bored and experimented with several sets of rune arrays. Loren felt that Flamel was too voluptuous and reproduced the theoretical model so fast that he could not keep up with the speed of designing the model. He always felt that he was being rushed. A sense of urgency for progress.

Flamel is probably the ideal form of artificial intelligence. He doesn't eat, drink, sleep, or even need to recharge. When he needs it, he projects test runes in the real world, and when he doesn't, he returns to the fantasy world. Test runes in the book.

After a few hours, Loren was exhausted physically and mentally, so he lay down on his back with his arms as pillow, and began to feel sleepy. Staring at the lights on the ceiling, my pupils kept shrinking, and I adjusted the focal length of my eyes to observe varying degrees of astigmatism.

Hazy and misty, the light is faint.

This was his way of inducing sleepiness. After more than ten minutes, the effect was extremely weak, and there was always a faint outline floating in front of his eyes.

The light has no shape, but it seems to be able to outline everything. Those faint rays are dragged and stretched, gradually forming complex and twisted runes, grouped in pairs, reflecting each other, and gradually becoming clearer.

Loren's empty mind subconsciously thought about the meaning of the runes, how to use these rune groups, and integrated their combination into the new alchemical model of space movement.

"..."

My mind is getting clearer and more energetic.

Loren even felt like she could stay up all night.

"I'm so young that I have insomnia. It's all because of Flamel..."

Loren shook his head and shook those complicated and obscure runes out of his mind: "Tomorrow is the last school dinner. How can I attend it so groggy? I have to find a way to get a good night's sleep."

After reciting a few sentences, he began to think seriously and analyzed as if he was talking to himself: "Entering the book of fantasy with your will can help to nourish your spirit, but it is not real sleep and is not pious enough; you can use Bloody Mary's hand mirror to fall asleep, but it requires I was distracted and hooked into the dream, which is not a good idea; speaking of which, there are still a few bottles of living hell potion in the pendant, but the potion has been stored for several months, there may be any side effects..."

"well……"

Loren sighed.

As a legendary wizard who defeated Voldemort, he was troubled by insomnia. Who would believe it if he told it?

There was nothing I could do about this, so I had to ask others for help.

…

The Granger family.

After finishing washing, Hermione sat back on the bed, took out the seventh-grade textbook she bought a few days ago, lit the reading lamp on the bedside, and read carefully.

The only sound left in the room was the sound of pages turning.

Not long after, the air suddenly made a slight sound, and a figure appeared out of thin air beside the bed.

Hermione looked up.

Loren stood beside the bed holding a pillow. The Elder Wand activated the magic of space. Coupled with his superb phantom apparition skills, the space movement made almost no sound, so his girlfriend's parents were not alarmed.

"I have insomnia."

"?"

Hermione tilted her head, her expression a little cute.

"It's all Flamel's fault. He dragged me to test the runes at night." Loren looked indignant, and his acting was a bit exaggerated. "In order to keep up my spirits and be in excellent condition for tomorrow's back-to-school dinner, I'm here Asking you for help."

Hermione was silent for a moment: "I have the Living Hell Potion here."

"It's been there for a few months and there may be unknown side effects."

"Standard supplies issued by Magical Congress of the United States of America, the date is very fresh."

"Who knows what ingredients they used to boil it, I don't worry."

"I have sleeping pills in my medicine cabinet."

"Sleeping pills have obvious side effects."

"Then what do you think?"

"According to my analysis, this insomnia is not just caused by Flamel." Loren said nonsensically, "If you think about it, we slept together in Ilvermorny for several weeks. Over time, I have developed a habit and have to adapt to the new sleeping environment when I return home, so I have insomnia.”

"so?"

"We also maintain our original sleeping habits as we did in Ilvermorny, which helps maintain deep sleep and develop good sleep habits."

"..."

Hermione stared at him expressionlessly.

Loren's expression was solemn: "In order to prepare for the last school dinner, I'm begging you!"

Hermione pursed her lips, looked away, and whispered: "Read the seventh-grade textbook with me for a while. Don't make trouble or speak loudly. My dad will find out. Be careful he beats you with dental tools."

"OK."

Dentist tools are so scary!

Loren climbed into Hermione's bed naturally. It was soft and comfortable, but the summer quilt was a bit thin and narrow, so it was necessary to squeeze them together to cover the two of them. He and Hermione were so close that they could see the words on the book.

Who can read at this time?

Loren didn't even bother to look at the textbook for that subject. He hugged the fragrant and soft Hermione in two seconds, sniffed her hair, rubbed her cheeks and neck, and couldn't help but take a few sips.

"..."

Hermione wiped the drool from her face, put down the textbook, and looked at him calmly.

"Sorry, sorry, I couldn't help myself."

"..."

Hermione didn't want to dwell on this issue, so she turned the corner of the page and turned another page.

This page is a flow chart of the distillation and extraction steps. Now that I can see it clearly, it is definitely a potions textbook.

Loren hugged Hermione and took a few glances, then pondered for a moment: "You know, the water sold in the supermarket has a sweet taste, but pure water without impurities is colorless and odorless."

Hermione was distracted for a few seconds as she thought about the drinking water in the supermarket, but she didn't reply.

After turning another page, the person next to the pillow spoke again: "The white bread we usually eat does not contain sugar, and you can still taste a slight sweetness. This is the action of amylase in saliva."

The sound of turning pages sounded.

"Some people also say that saliva itself is sweet. Hermione, what do you think?"

"..."

Adhering to the spirit of rigorous and realistic scientific research, Loren still found the answer to the question.

There are really people whose lips and tongue are sweet, warm and soft.

It's a pity that people will bite after being kissed for a long time, tsk.

…

September 1st, early morning.

The half-finger-wide gap in the window seeped into the cold air, and the curtains were half-covered, revealing half of the bright morning light. The light in the room was a bit dim, making it difficult to tell whether it was morning or afternoon. The sleepiness was alluring, and the soft quilt made people not want to get up. .

Loren woke up to find Hermione curled up against his chest.

The girl's fragrance lingered on the tip of my nose, and a few naughty hairs stuck to my face, tickling.

Hermione was lying on her side facing him, with her left hand reaching from the crook of her neck to hug her shoulders. Her summer pajamas were light and soft, and their legs were intertwined under the blanket. They could feel the touch of each other's skin, soft. , warm.

Loren didn't want to get up anymore, and quietly looked at the sleeping face of the girl in his arms.

In fact, I have seen it every morning for the past few weeks, but every time I hold my breath for the beauty of the moment.

Then there was a knock on the door, followed by Wendell's voice: "Hermione, get up, you guys are rushing to the station!"

In the room, Loren held his breath, his whole body was stiff and motionless.

I heard that dentists use hammers and chisels to extract teeth, which is scary!

"Well..."

Hermione in her arms pupated twice and made a soft and lazy voice: "I know."

Hermione's consciousness was still slowly turning on, but her body had already begun to activate. In order to relieve the muscles that were soft from sleep, she subconsciously tightened her core muscles, clamped her hands and legs naturally, exerted slight force as if stretching, and kept squirming.

Loren heard the footsteps gradually moving away, but his body was still stiff.

Because Hermione was holding his body and stretching, wearing silk pajamas and shorts, several muscles were warm, the curves were beautiful, soft and elastic.

"..."

Loren adjusted his wand sheepishly.

Then activate the magic power of space and initiate the phantom appearance.

"Peng!"

A cavity suddenly appeared in the bed, and the blanket slowly collapsed.

…

Ten o'clock in the morning.

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Loren had finished washing up and was sitting at the dining table tearing slices of bread, waiting for her next door neighbor to come to the door.

"Is everything packed?" Grandpa Bates asked.

Loren was distracted and replied casually: "There's nothing to pack. I won't even bring a suitcase this year."

The clothes and luggage for the new school year were packed a few days in advance, and were handed over to Mai to take them back to Hogwarts. Crookshanks and Spectacled Owl Hanhan were also taken away, and the remaining fantasy books that were inconvenient to be mailed were put away. In the pendant.

"Are you going home for Christmas vacation?" Grandpa Bates asked again.

"Let's talk about it then."

"Write letters in advance during the holidays, and write letters even if you don't come home." Grandpa Bates was also tearing slices of bread, which are used for fishing and making nests on weekends. Wendell couldn't do it at home, so he had to ask them, "Remind Wheat to write letters." "Here, the house elf doesn't have to abide by the school rules. Ask him to come back and play when he has time. If he's not busy during the Christmas vacation, he can come back to play."

"knew."

"The wizarding terrorist organization has been wiped out, and the magic school is about to graduate. It happens to be the age to go to college. I want to figure out what I want to do in the future. Write to me and let me know so that I can arrange a recommendation for you."

Grandpa Bates spoke slowly and unhurriedly: "It's okay even if you don't want to do anything. I'm not one of those stubborn and rigid parents. Rather than looking for a life-wasting job outside, it's better to concentrate on taking care of Hermione's diet and daily life at home."

"You are really open-minded."

Loren's response was very perfunctory.

How could a legendary wizard be a housewife?

The doorbell rang at the right time.

They both put down the bread in their hands and stood up, pushed the door open and went out. The three Grangers next door were already waiting at the door. Wendell and Monica stood side by side with gentle smiles. Hermione held her mother's hand and looked towards Loren's eyes were a little strange.

Grandpa Bates greeted Hermione with a smile and repeated his previous instructions: "Take care of Loren for me at school. If anything makes you angry, just beat him. If you dare to resist, just write to me and let me know when you come back during the holidays." Beat him."

Hermione smiled and nodded obediently.

"Verbal resistance counts as resistance."

"?" Loren's head was filled with question marks.

Fortunately, Monica also told him this: "Please help us take good care of Hermione at school. If there is any stubbornness that refuses to be corrected, use magic to teach her a lesson. I will be on your side."

Hermione tugged at her sleeve reluctantly.

"..."

"Grandpa Bates, let's go."

"goodbye."

"goodbye!"

A slight chirping sound sounded in the open space in front of the door, and the two figures disappeared instantly.

…

At half past ten, the two men appeared at King's Cross Station.

Out of some desire to reminisce about the past, they did not move directly to the platform, nor did they appear directly inside the carriage. Instead, they passed through the station calmly, counting each platform one by one.

Between the ninth platform and the tenth platform, there is a red brick wall. Take two steps back and run straight into it——

The sight suddenly opened up, this is Platform 9.

This year many students arrived at the station early and the queue to board the train was even more crowded.

The terrace was crowded with witches and wizards, and it gradually became lively. There were students from all grades, and there were also the faces of many parents of the students. Their origins could be distinguished from the clothes of the parents.

When dressed in an old-fashioned style, as if they came from the last century or a border country town, they are pure-blood families. They try hard to act like Muggles in their imagination. However, the more they devote themselves to it, the more flaws they have, and they can only become the laughing stock of their relatives and friends.

Others wearing normal clothes were of mixed-race or Muggle origin. Among them, the parents of Muggle students were more enthusiastic and cheerful. They actively talked with the parents of surrounding students to understand the current situation of the wizarding world and talked about the news they read in the Daily Prophet.

In previous years, we were still considering dropping out of school or taking a break from school, but now it’s all a joke, and all the parents have relaxed and cheerful smiles on their faces.

The two waited in line to get on the bus.

Convinced in his heart that this was to avoid being crowded out by the crowd, Loren naturally took the girl's hand and squeezed it twice before looking at Hermione.

Hermione didn't seem to take care of her hair, which was slightly disheveled. The naughty hair hung in front of her forehead, like air bangs. It had a smart and elegant beauty and was very beautiful. She noticed Loren's gaze, which was a little cunning: "When did you wake up in the morning?"

Loren paused: "When your father knocked on the door."

"That's it..."

Hermione nodded with an inexplicable smile: "I didn't have time to comb my hair this morning. Do you know why?"

"Why?"

Loren's expression didn't change, but he was a little panicked in his heart.

The situation was urgent at the time, and I was only concerned about avoiding attracting the dentist's hatred, and did not pay attention to whether any traces were left at the scene.

Hermione stood on tiptoe slightly and whispered in her ear.

Even though Loren's face was thicker than the outer wall of Hogwarts Castle, he couldn't help but blush.

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…

Eleven o'clock in the morning.

As the train was about to depart, Harry, Ron, Ginny and others arrived. Naturally, their suitcases were empty, and seven or eight redheads were running briskly.

The whistle blew, and white steam spewed from the top of the carriage.

Before she could get to the car at the back, the short, fat, middle-aged witch hurriedly put her arms around the three of them and shouted: "George! Push harder!"

"Oh, Mom, I'm Fred!"

"Shut up!"

Several people worked together to push the three students and rushed them in before the carriage door closed, attracting many surprised looks——

What a huge family.

"Woo--Woo--"

A special train departs from Hogwarts.