The days of hanging out at Hogwarts

With the voices of Mrs. Pince and Violet echoing in my ears, I drew three little turtles in the blank space of the Potions homework, and drew two Leif next to the Defense Against the Dark Arts homework...

Seamus was holding the quill and writing and drawing unconsciously. It wasn't until he almost soiled the Transfiguration homework he had already written that he suddenly came to his senses. He quickly put away his homework, put the quill and ink into his pocket, stood up and left the library. pavilion.

It took him nearly half an hour to go back to Gryffindor Tower from the library, which was obviously only a few minutes away. On the way, he was misled by Knight Cadogan to the spiral staircase, which made him walk several more times.

Back in the common room, he sat on the sofa in a daze and slowly fell asleep.

The wood in the fireplace burns quietly, occasionally making a slight crackling sound. This sound is introduced into the mind and gradually outlines the dream.

Time passed so fast in the dream, as if pressing the fast forward button. I don’t know why, except for him, those former friends quickly graduated, quickly started families, and quickly got promoted at work. In the blink of an eye, ten years later, I don’t know which one. The officious person organized a class reunion, and the venue was chosen to be in the Hogwarts library, but everyone agreed.

Seamus felt deeply outrageous and agreed to attend the party.

The classmates and friends in the dream gathered together and chatted about their recent lives. Loren became the legendary wizard in the chocolate frog cartoon, and his adventure stories were published in storybooks; Hermione became the director of the Department of Legal Enforcement, and newspaper headlines were all It was the news that she was running for minister; Harry became the Auror captain, a part-time Quidditch player, and just won the World Cup during the summer vacation; Ron didn't know what industry he would pursue after graduation. Anyway, he gave birth to many children, all with red hair, and they gathered together to watch him play. Firecrackers, squeaking, chirping...

Even Dean found a job in a Muggle company and used magic to reach a management position.

Just as Seamus was playing with Libre fireworks in the corner of the party, the whole venue suddenly became quiet, and only the voices of Mrs. Pince and Violet could be heard echoing.

"Look at that gentleman. Others have achieved great careers and at least have a happy family. He is the only one who is still the same as when he was a freshman."

"who?"

"Who else, of course, is Mr. Finnigan, who plays with fireworks."

As soon as the voice fell, all the students in the room turned towards him. Countless unspeakable eyes stared at him, and the voices of Mrs. Pince and Violet echoed in the library and did not dissipate for a long time.

"I'm not!"

Seamus opened his eyes instantly.

The fireplace was still burning quietly, and the rare sunshine in winter shone into the lounge through the window. It was warm and comfortable, but there was a thin layer of sweat on his back, and he was slightly cold, his mouth was dry, and his throat was a little swollen and sore. The quiet lounge only had His breathing echoed.

At this moment, footsteps suddenly came from the portrait hole.

Dean walked into the common room and was stunned when he saw him: "Aren't you in the library?"

Seamus swallowed, trying to soothe his dry and sore throat: "There is no one in the library. Mrs. Pince has been staring at me, so I came back first."

"Why stay here?"

"I was sitting here resting and accidentally fell asleep."

"Then why are you sweating?"

"Having a nightmare."

"What nightmare?"

"..."

Seamus gradually fell silent, and the dream just appeared in his mind, thinking that it might be some kind of prophecy, because he had just been preparing to do the homework for the prophecy class.

The prophecy cannot be revealed to the person involved, otherwise it will gradually come true.

Except for the prophets.

He thought for a moment and shook his head: "That's not important. What's important is that I won't go to the library before school starts."

"You finally figured it out. I've said it a long time ago. It's better to wait for Loren and the others to return to school than to catch up on homework now. You can also learn from it."

"No! I still have to do my homework!"

"?"

Dean's face was full of confusion.

Every time they have a vacation, they will be determined to change their bad habits and study hard. Sometimes they do it from the bottom of their hearts, sometimes they just follow the trend. It lasts about half a month, which is understandable. But now we are halfway through seventh grade and will graduate soon. It is too late to wake up at this time.

Which of the two is following whom, and who are they pretending to?

"We got the key to the broom room from Hagrid. We can borrow the brooms used by the team for training. We plan to form a team to have a flying snowball fight. Will you come?"

"I……"

Seamus was about to refuse, but the sunshine outside the window was so bright, shining brightly on the snow. This was really good weather that was rarely seen in months.

"It's only half an hour to play, I still have homework for the divination class."

"Then let's go!"

…

The rare good weather lasted for several days, and the sun could be seen until the day back to school.

In the courtyards of two houses in Hampstead on the outskirts of the city, the snow melted slightly and then refrozen. There was a thin layer of ice flakes on a few branches and leaves. The hazy and transparent ice layer outlined the outline of the leaf veins and the texture of the branches, which were covered with snow. The velvet is shining in the sunlight, so beautiful.

But according to past experience, these trees should not survive this winter, and they will die when the ice and snow thaw.

Artificially cultivated green plants are like this, extremely fragile.

Fortunately, the shop that sells green plants has been an old shop for more than ten years. He owns the shop, tree farm and so on, so he will not run away, and the after-sales service is relatively reliable. After the ice and snow melt, he will dig up these trees. Come out and find a merchant to exchange them for some good trees that will survive the winter.

Grandpa Bates was wearing a down jacket, standing under the tree, looking at the roots carefully.

Loren, who was in the room, had already packed his bags, put on his scarf and gloves, and slowly came to the courtyard to say goodbye: "Grandpa Bates, it's almost time. Hermione and I are going back to school."

"Go back to school directly or go to the station?"

"Go straight back to school."

"Go back to school... Then I won't send you off."

"Take care of yourself at home, have a regular schedule, and eat well, you know?"

"What are you talking about?" Bates turned around and frowned, "I should be the one to say these words. Take good care of Hermione at school, help her have a regular schedule, and take care of her to eat well, you know?"

"..."

Whose family does Grandpa Bates belong to?

Loren looked up and stared at his expression, narrowed his eyes slightly, and slowly approached him with an intriguing smile.

"You are almost 18 years old, and you still want to hug, like a child who has not grown up?"

Bates pretended to be disgusted, but still opened his arms and made a hug gesture.

"I don't know who started sending me to school and cried."

Loren spit out these words quickly, then raised his leg and kicked on the tree trunk, then activated the space movement and disappeared in place.

The snowflakes fell rustlingly, not burying Bates, but covering his shoulders and head, staining his hair, eyebrows and beard, making him look like a snowman.

It has a nose and eyes, and even its glaring and angry expression is particularly vivid.

…

The sun is shining brightly and the snow is crystal clear.

The gate of Hogwarts is ajar, and the boars on the marble statues on both sides are spreading their wings, but they are buried in the ice and snow. The path behind is covered with snow and stretches to the grounds, the greenhouse, and the castle foyer.

Loren stretched out his hand and pushed the door tentatively. It didn't lock at all and he pushed it open easily.

He couldn't help but shook his head, and sighed as he walked into the school gate: "Given the situation in the past two years, this kind of security would have caused big problems. It has only been a few days of peace. I think Hogwarts' The professors have all fallen..."

Hermione walked beside her, pretending not to hear.

Although he could move directly back to the castle, he still set his landing point at the school gate. Hermione knew him well and knew that this was not out of respect or respect, but because no one had walked on this road for almost a month. I find it fresh and fun.

In fact, there were footprints left on the snowy road, which seemed to have been left by Hagrid. The other normal footprints were buried by the snow.

Wandering along the school paths, I admired the scenery I had not seen for a long time, as well as the plants that were brewing in the snow and soil.

Hermione didn't speak for a while, only Loren muttered to himself.

When he passed by the Whomping Willow, Loren saw that the Whomping Willow was also covered with snowflakes. Thinking that it had not moved for a long time, he went over and scratched its knots. The branches immediately started to tremble, shaking and falling to the ground. The snowballs piled up into a vivid snowman.

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Hermione stopped as he approached the Whomping Willow, looked at the snow on his hair and eyebrows, and couldn't help but fall silent.

"Hiss, it's a bit icey."

"..."

Hermione silently patted the snowflakes off his shoulders, her hands a little too hard, making her coat snap. Then she took his arm and dragged him towards the hall.

"Why are you in such a hurry? We came back a day early and are already the first students to return to school."

"There's still a long way to go, and I'm afraid we won't make it to the castle before dark."

"You seem to be hinting at something."

"You heard wrong."

"You don't think I'm wasting time by walking around and procrastinating, do you?"

Loren raised his voice slightly, and his expression seemed a little unhappy: "I just haven't seen these old friends for a long time, and I miss them a little. Isn't it okay to just say hello after not seeing each other for so long?"

"..."

Hermione didn't say a word. This man was eager to perform, and he became more and more enthusiastic the more he talked to her.

After dragging him for a while, the two of them naturally became quiet. At some point, they changed from holding hands to holding hands. They walked forward leisurely and at a steady pace. Sometimes they looked at the vegetation on the roadside and the Forbidden Forest not far away. Discuss what it’s like inside the greenhouse after it’s been stuffy for so long.

As we slowly approached the Quidditch pitch, we could hear their calls and shouts in the distance, and it was a lively scene.

…

In winter, the days are short and the nights are long, and the sun is setting in the west in a blink of an eye.

Seamus was riding on the team's practice broom, wearing windproof sunglasses that had been eliminated from the past. There were some snow stains on the corners, as if they were inlaid with a white border, which was left by snowballs hitting the glasses without wiping them clean. But it doesn't affect Seamus from feeling cool at all.

The flying snowball fight is so fun...

At this moment, he suddenly found a ball of snow flying in front of him to the right. It was coming with speed and speed comparable to a Bludger. It had a whistling momentum and seemed to land on his face.

According to his preliminary judgment, there was no way to escape at this time.

Seamus quickly raised his broom and climbed up, using his strong back to receive the snowball. As expected, it was painless and he didn't even feel anything.

This is all the experience accumulated in snowball fights in the past few weeks. Don’t panic when the snowball flies in front of you. If you panic, you should use your face to catch it. At this time, you should respond calmly and use your back or arms, which are thickly protected by your body, to catch it. The face and neck must be avoided, as the snow will fall into the collar and become very cold.

Don't ask him how he knows.

Speeding up to shake off Dean’s sneak attack, Seamus was about to grab a handful of snow to make a snowball, but suddenly two figures appeared at the edge of his sunglasses’ narrow field of vision, and he was stunned.

It was Loren and Hermione.

With his sharp eyes, he recognized his roommate at a glance, and also recognized the top student next to him. The two walked hand in hand and slowly approached the court. It seemed no different from usual, but he clearly remembered that the homecoming day was tomorrow, so how come they were back?

"!?"

Seamus turned around and looked carefully. It was indeed Loren and Hermione.

Looking at the sky above, the sunset was floating on the horizon, and the sun had set in the west at some point, about to sink into the hills.

When?

He had only played for less than half an hour!

The feeling of time flying in the dream came again, and an inexplicable panic enveloped Seamus. He landed on the edge of the court in a panic, put down the broom and was about to leave.

Dean landed beside him and looked at him with a puzzled look on his face: "What's wrong with you?"

"I have to go back to do my homework."

"?"

Dean looked puzzled and followed his line of sight, and saw two classmates who also returned to school early: "Loren and Hermione returned to school early, so I can refer to their homework tonight, so there is no need to rush!"

"I said, I only play for half an hour, now I have to go back to do my homework."

"But you have played for half an hour six times, play for another half an hour."

"No, I have to seize this half an hour to do my homework."

"But there is still half an hour before dinner, how many questions can you do?"

Dean looked at his resolute expression and felt that this person slept in the lounge without a blanket, so he caught a cold, and maybe had a little fever, and his head was confused.

"..."

Simo did not answer, turned and walked away, leaving the snow and sunset behind.

Dean didn't understand because he didn't have the gift of prophecy. He would understand at the class reunion ten years later. When he worked hard to become a manager of a Muggle company, Dean could only play with his classmates' children and draw fireworks, and then be discussed by Madam Pince and Violet in front of the whole class.

Thinking so, Seamus reached out and wiped the windproof sunglasses on his face. He felt that Dean should remember his back. He would think of this back again at the class reunion in the library ten years later.

…

The sunset glow fell obliquely from the top of the tower, shining on the stove in the divination classroom and on the sparkling crystal ball.

At this moment, there was no strong and pungent spice smoke in the divination classroom, only a faint smell of sherry.

Trelawney took a sip of the wine glass, lowered his head and stared at the crystal ball, observing it carefully.

This crystal ball was left by her great-grandmother. It was very old and had magical powers. With sherry to activate the magic of the third eye, you can glimpse the distant future from it.

In the first week of this school year, she made several predictions for the new students who took the divination course, but none of them came true. They had to make more vague and general predictions to fill the gaps, otherwise they would drop out of the course this semester.

After reading for a long time, the sherry bottle was empty before she knew it. She wrote down the prophecies that appeared in her mind on the parchment. While writing, she couldn't help muttering to herself:

"This is all the guidance of the heavenly eye..."