The days of hanging out at Hogwarts

Hogwarts, Gryffindor Tower.

Loren woke up on the four-poster bed in the dormitory. The room was warm and comfortable, and there was a faint owl cooing outside the window. His roommate, Seamus, had studied until midnight last night and was sleeping in the next bed.

He quietly walked into the bathroom to wash up and put on the college wizard robe.

The school does not have 24-hour hot water supply in winter, so I looked for an opportunity to report to the principal.

After walking out of the dormitory, Hermione had already gotten up. She was sitting on the sofa in the common room, flipping through recent Transfiguration magazines. When she heard his footsteps coming downstairs, she raised her head, narrowed her eyes, and smiled slightly.

"Good morning."

"It's a bit too early..."

Loren yawned, then noticed her disheveled hair and frowned slightly.

"What's wrong?"

Hermione blinked. Since school hadn't officially started yet, she didn't take care of her hair much when she got up in the morning, so it was a little disheveled.

"Sit here and don't move."

Loren held her shoulders, took out the wooden comb that had not been used for a long time, and began to comb the curly and fluffy hair: "Every day, I am too lazy to take care of my hair. When you become the Minister of Magic, you will have to do this every morning. Go to work with a bad hair style, go to meetings with a messy look, and attend the International Federation of Wizards... The Daily Prophet wrote that you are a chicken coop.”

"Just like Minister Nozzle and Minister Horseshoe?"

"Yes."

Both nicknames refer to Farris Spavin, the Minister of Magic in the mid-to-late 19th century. He was kicked down by horses in public because of his rude remarks that angered people, hence the name.

Hermione pursed her lips and smiled, and couldn't help but snort. The sound was very soft. It was the tickling stimulation when the comb teeth passed over the top of her head, and she was also amused by the title of head of the chicken coop.

In the past few years, I can't remember how many dimly lit mornings they have been doing their hair here. It was obviously a common thing, but every time he picked up the wooden comb and stood behind him, he still felt full of softness.

Loren stood behind and couldn't see her expression, but he could feel that she was in a happy mood at the moment.

After accumulating experience for several years, he has become proficient in combing his hair. He presses his warm and strong fingers on the top of his head, and holds the wooden comb in his other hand to smooth the tangled hair. Occasionally, he presses it slowly with his fingertips, gently and slowly, with a refreshing touch. People feel at ease and calm.

…

When the train arrived at the station carrying the students, it was already dark.

The auditorium was lit by torches and candlelight. The students sat at the long tables of their respective colleges and happily shared their holiday lives with each other. Some students also quietly discussed their unfinished homework and agreed to go back to the dormitory in the evening to learn from each other. You can borrow my Transfiguration. Essay, let me look through your Charms notes...

The school suddenly became lively.

Loren glanced at the guest of honor seat and saw that the professor hadn't arrived yet, so he whispered something into Hermione's ear, stood up, left the auditorium, and walked to the bathroom.

After a few minutes.

As Loren walked back, he flicked his wrist and shook the water droplets on his palms towards the wall. He planned to greet Harry and the others when he returned to his seat and wipe his hands with their robes.

The commotion in the auditorium can be heard in the corridor.

Behind the pillar at the corner of the corridor, two figures stood side by side, each looking at the students inside, talking quietly, with gentle smiles on their faces.

Loren was a little surprised. His hands naturally hung by his sides and he greeted politely: "Principal, Professor McGonagall, good evening."

"Good evening."

"It's Loren. The dinner hasn't started yet. Come and chat with us."

Loren walked over, wondering in his mind whether the principal and vice-principal remembered the confinement, and thinking about the possibility that he had deceived him. There was no expression on his face, and he quietly stared at the two people.

I heard Seamus mention last night that Professor McGonagall stayed at the school throughout the Christmas vacation and even had dinner with them that day.

Principal Whitebeard did not show up. He seemed to have left his job to the vice-principal and went on vacation himself.

Dumbledore seemed to read his thoughts, tilted his head and asked with a smile: "I heard from Mr. Filch that you returned to school early?"

"I came back yesterday evening."

"How was your vacation?"

"Just like that." Loren paused, "Nothing special happened, and I didn't go on any trips. I just stayed at home with my loved ones. It was ordinary but very peaceful."

"An ordinary and happy holiday life." Dumbledore stroked his beard and turned to look at Professor McGonagall. "I have advised Minerva several times, hoping that she would not stay in school all the time. During the holidays, she should get away from the busyness. Come on, work is not everything in life.”

"Is that why you're giving the job to me?"

Professor McGonagall glanced at the two of them, turned around and was about to leave, when he suddenly said: "One more thing, dear Loren, I hope the happy holiday life has not made you forget your confinement, remember to go to Mr. Filch's place check in."

"..."

Loren sighed secretly, but in the end he couldn't escape.

There is a certain correlation between a wizard's physical fitness and his magic power. The more powerful a wizard is, the more likely he is to live a healthy and long life. People are less likely to get sick in old age. We cannot expect them to be forgetful or old-fashioned.

Loren shook his head, quickly accepted the reality, and looked at the white-bearded principal next to him: "Professor, how was your vacation?"

Dumbledore stroked his beard with a smile: "Gellert invited me to go skiing in Switzerland. By the way, I visited the greatest scientific and technological achievements of Muggles in recent years, the Royal Swiss Academy of Sciences, the Nobel Prize, etc. You should have heard of these. ”

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Hearing these words at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, Loren was a little dazed: "Principal, do you understand those results?"

"I can't understand."

Dumbledore answered decisively and in a calm tone: "However, there is a rough and brief introduction next to the exhibition hall. Through the text description, we can vaguely glimpse the crystallization of human wisdom, which is as bright as the sapphires of Ravenclaw..."

After a pause, his voice suddenly changed: "In fact, many scholars have noticed that the unique ideas of Muggles are affecting the wizarding world, such as the promotion methods of Diagon Alley and Hogsmeade merchants, the relationship between MACUSA and Muggles The government cooperates to protect the rights of werewolves... After the defeat of Voldemort and the Death Eaters, the argument of pure-blood supremacy disappeared. The academic community began to re-examine the relationship between wizards and Muggles, and some scholars proposed new ideas. "

"What concept?"

"Wizards and Muggles should communicate and share with each other. Magical civilization and technological civilization can integrate with each other. What do you think?"

"Isn't this point of view a long time ago?"

Loren raised an eyebrow.

Although the Statute of Secrecy has long restrained wizarding governments in various countries over the past few hundred years, relevant discussions have never stopped.

Even though the idea of ​​pure-blood supremacy has always been popular among wizarding groups in the UK, Muggle studies experts have previously put forward the integration point of view, believing that Muggle society and technological civilization are developing at an unprecedented speed, and wizarding society has fallen far behind. Muggle communication helps to learn Muggle systems and ideas and develop magical civilization.

In fact, in the process of studying alchemy, scientific thinking really inspired him a lot.

Ilvermorny's teaching and research model also refers to Muggle universities. Many of its systems are very progressive and worth learning and promoting.

Dumbledore nodded and chuckled: "No wizards paid attention to it before, but it has triggered heated discussions recently. The International Federation of Wizards is about to be held. It is foreseeable that this concept will definitely become a key issue... the joint handling of werewolf rights, food The missile crisis in the Death Apostles War, whether it is positive news or negative news, proves that the "Secret Law" is no longer suitable for this era. "

Listening to the old principal's unhurried voice, Loren stared at the snow in the courtyard, slightly lost in thought.

Crookshanks squatted at his feet at some point, his front paws scratching the uppers of his shoes, his eyelids were half-lidded, and his ears were drooped to listen to them.

Dumbledore looked down at Crookshanks, then at Loren who was thinking quietly, with soft eyes: "Have you ever communicated with Mr. Kohaug?"

"I met him once."

"Before Christmas break?"

"How do you know?" Loren was a little shocked.

"On Boxing Day, Mr. Kohaug wrote to me asking for news about you," Dumbledore paused, "asking about your character, your experience at school, and what I think about the integration of wizards and Muggles." point of view.”

"Then how did you reply?"

"I just returned to the castle yesterday, and I haven't figured out how to reply to the letter yet."