The days of hanging out at Hogwarts

Harry came to his senses and said angrily, "Yes, do you want to come together?"

They planned to use the invisibility cloak to bypass Lu Wei and see if they could enter the trap door.

But Harry remembered that Luwei was a three-headed dog. He had three heads and three noses, and he could smell them even if he couldn't see them.

Realizing that the invisibility cloak was of no use to Lu Wei, he just followed Loren's words.

"Extremely happy!"

Like an elegant gentleman, Loren lifted the collar of the invisibility cloak and covered the three of them. The invisibility cloak is enough to cover three first-year wizards. The moment it was put on, the silver fabric disappeared with the figures of the three people.

"Who is it?" The fat lady opened the door but saw no one. She looked around suspiciously.

Looking out from inside the invisibility cloak will not block your view at all. The three of them ignored it and moved forward.

"Where are we going?"

"How about the restricted area?"

Harry and Ron decided on the destination, but Loren didn't care where he went.

They could still see each other inside the invisibility cloak. The three of them were so close together that it was inevitable that they would bump into each other.

Loren was a little behind, watching Harry move forward step by step. With a malicious and evil thought in his heart, he stopped Harry's footsteps and stepped lightly on his heels.

"Oh, you stepped on my heel," Harry whispered, thinking it was just a normal bump.

"I'm sorry." Loren apologized simply, but his voice sounded like he was suppressing a smile.

Then walking forward, Loren saw the right moment and wanted to step off the shoe on Harry's right foot.

"Oh, again!" Harry noticed something was wrong.

"Koko," Loren couldn't hold back his laughter, "I'm sorry."

"oh!"

The third time, Harry felt that his entire shoe was about to be stepped on. He understood that this was intentional, and gritted his teeth and said: "Loren Morgan!"

"Isn't that right?"

Loren's apology was interrupted, and his heel was stepped off by Harry, "Ouch! You did this on purpose."

The two of them started to step on each other, and even Ron next to them was affected, and the heel of his shoe was damaged.

The three of them got into a scuffle, looking at the footsteps of the two people next to them with their heads down, trying to step on their shoes.

Heavy footsteps sounded in the corridor, like the sound of someone trying to step on something but missing something.

Following the stairs to the second floor, the three of them squatted down and put on their shoes again.

"Two against one, it's not fair. Come again next time." Loren was indignant. He had just been caught in the middle. Each of the two people was staring at a shoe. Harry and Ron were on both sides. Only one shoe was attacked.

"no next time!"

Harry fell into deep self-doubt. Why would he indulge in this kind of game and step on his heels? This is too childish. After thinking for a while, I finally attributed the reason to Loren.

His voice was full of exhaustion, "There is no more childish game than stepping on a heel."

"And stepping on other people's shadows." Ron added that after being teased by the twins for a while, he became obsessed with stepping on the twins' shadows, thinking that it could teach them a lesson.

"Then let's play stepping on shadows next time." Loren was always very positive about these things.

Harry was silent and couldn't make sense with these two people.

The three of them set off again, wearing invisibility cloaks and pulling each other forward in the corridor on the second floor.

Turning a corner, Filch suddenly appeared in front of him.

Harry and Ron were so frightened that their hearts stagnated and they covered their mouths, not daring to make any sound.

His sparse hair is gray and hanging on both sides, which is more obvious when he is hunched and squatting. Filch was wiping a stain on the corridor wall with a rag. Brushing it vigorously with the brush had no effect. He spread it bit by bit with his nails, and the rag was soaked in water and wiped off some small black spots.

Mrs. Norris sat next to her, with her front legs straightened and her tail wrapped around her front feet, looking somewhat well-behaved.

It twitched its nose, looked left and right, and called out in the direction of Harry and the others, "Meow!"

"Is there anyone there?" Filch suddenly raised his head and looked in that direction.

There was nothing but an empty corner of the corridor. Filch looked at it for a while, then lowered his head and continued to wipe the wall.

Mrs. Norris couldn't sit still and circled back and forth around Filch, barking a few more times.

Filch wiped his hands on his clothes, touched Mrs. Norris's furry head, and scratched along the fur to the tip of her tail. "Okay, stop barking. I'll go back and give you canned food after I finish wiping here."

Mrs. Norris narrowed her eyes in comfort, stretched her spine, and fully enjoyed the touch.

It was Filch who couldn't see it. The cat had done enough, so be it. Mrs. Norris sat down again.

The three of them were a little surprised when they saw the gentle Filch for the first time, but they still didn't dare to move for fear of making any noise.

Harry breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that even Mrs. Norris couldn't hide it, let alone the three-headed dog. Fortunately, he didn't go to see Lu Wei directly.

They huddled together and watched quietly as Filch struggled to wipe away the stains on the wall, and then walked away with Mrs. Norris.

"He was only gentle to Mrs. Norris," Ron muttered.

Harry noticed something else and asked, "Why doesn't he [clean it up] since spellcasting is not allowed in the corridor?"

Ron chuckled, "He's probably a squib."

"What is a squib?"

"A squib is a person who is born into a wizarding family but has no magic at all."

Loren explained to Harry, turning to look at Ron in confusion, "What's so funny about Squibs?"

"That's right. It's not actually funny, but when it comes to Filch..." Ron covered his mouth and started laughing again.

"How do you know Filch is a Squib?"

Ron slowly recounted Weasley's entanglement with the school administrator.

His parents, Arthur and Molly, were secretly in love when they were students. They were caught by the former administrator and Filch's predecessor, Apollyon Pringle, and were beaten severely. They are still there today. Showing the scars from that time.

In the 1970s, Filch took over Apollyon's class. He respected Apollyon very much and often regretted that he could not imitate Apollyon in corporally punishing students.

The Weasley family always had a special entanglement with the administrators. Although Bill and Charlie had good grades, they would always break a little rule from time to time, and if Filch caught them, they would be put in solitary confinement.

Percy was better. When the twins went to school, in their first year, the family received letters from Hogwarts every month, complaining about how many school rules George and Fred had broken.

At that time, Ron was gloating and waiting for his twin brother to be expelled, but he was disappointed. Even though he broke hundreds of school rules, the twins could still go to school.

Ron had the idea that Hogwarts would not expel students until he heard that Hagrid had been expelled.

The twins who entered the second grade copied the school rules dozens of times and became the most familiar people in the school. They began to compete with Filch. They received fewer letters at home. The twins discussed how to deal with Filch and the man from time to time at home. A cat, Ron heard some news.

"Why does he have to stay at Hogwarts? It's all magic?"

Loren couldn't figure it out. For a Squib, it was torture every time he saw others casting spells. Jealousy would drive people crazy. No wonder he had such a bad temper.

"Who knows." Ron shrugged.

The topic stopped here, and the three of them continued their night tour.

It was pitch dark in the library, and they were already experienced in fumbling for lights in the cabinets on the wall. Wearing an invisibility cloak and holding a lamp, a lamp floats alone in the air in the gloomy library.

"Honestly, it's pretty scary," Ron sighed.

Carefully crossing the rope that separated the forbidden book area, the three of them got out of the invisibility cloak and looked around.

Harry wanted to find a book about the Philosopher's Stone or the Three-Headed Dog, while Loren and Ron were just looking for a night out, and it didn't matter what book they read.

Chains extended from the bookshelf to restrain some ferocious tomes. When the light drifted by, they struggled violently, causing the chains to rattle.

Harry and the others quickened their pace and left the chained area. As they walked along, they saw dark stains on the covers of some books, like dried blood, which made people shudder.

The shrill screams of witches are heard in some books, sharp and subtle, echoing in the ears vaguely.

Loren and Ron looked over with no purpose. "Peel the Skin of the Howling Banshee" and "The Curse That Stings the Soul", just the names of them made the two of them exclaim that they are wonderful.

Harry saw a large black and silver book and pulled it out with difficulty. Loren and Ron gathered around and watched as Harry put the book on his knees.

Bang!

The pages of the book suddenly opened, letting out a shrill, blood-curdling scream.

This book screams!

Harry reacted and slammed the book shut, but the screaming did not stop, it was a high, continuous, deafening tone.

"[Stop cursing]"

Loren pulled out her wand and tried to stop the book.

It had no effect. The other books in the forbidden book section seemed to be awakened, struggling and making various strange sounds. The wail of a banshee, the howl of a werewolf, and the shrill clown's laugh. The shock makes one's brain hurt.

Loren saw a book called "Introduction to the Four Basic Elements" jumping off the shelf and landing next to him.

"Let's go!"

The movement here would definitely attract Filch, and Harry wanted to pull a few people away.

Just as several people were running away in a hurry, a simple wand suddenly stretched out from the side and touched the cover of the book on Harry's knees. The howling book suddenly stopped.

The other books in the forbidden book area have also settled down.

"Principal Dumbledore!" Ron screamed, not knowing whether it was surprise or fright.

Loren put the "Introduction to the Four Basic Elements" next to him on the bookshelf and leaned over, "Good evening, Dumbledore."

"Good evening." Dumbledore pondered for a moment, "To be honest, I didn't feel very good just now."

Dumbledore was wearing a light blue nightgown, which was dotted with cartoon patterns of various stars, moons, and clouds. He looked at Harry with a gentle smile through his crescent-shaped eyes.

He didn't sound angry, and he had no intention of blaming the others for their night out, which made the three of them relax a little.

Harry had a feeling that Dumbledore was not looking at him, but at the scar on his head. He thought of the tombstones he saw in Godric's Hollow, "Headmaster Dumbledore, the words on my parents' tombstones were written by you. ?"

"I did attend the funerals of James and Lily. Now that I think about it, that sentence may be a bit wrong."

"Death is not the enemy, it is a greater adventure."

"Will I ever see my parents again?" This sentence was strange, but Harry asked it under some unspeakable guidance in his heart.

Dumbledore did not answer immediately. He looked at Harry's scar, his eyes hidden behind crescent-shaped glasses, magic flowing in his eyes, "I think everything is possible."

This sounds like a perfunctory answer, but also like an affirmative answer.

Harry asked no more questions.

"Dumbledore, is there any progress regarding Nagini?"

Loren knew that Dumbledore must have contacted Nico. He had asked Flamel before, and Flamel became the Riddler again, saying that everything depends on himself.

Loren secretly vowed to invent a magic to eliminate all Riddlers.

Just as Harry and Ron were secretly guessing what Nagini was.

Dumbledore turned around and said, "There may be some progress. I think I can give you an answer by the end of this semester."

He had already made plans to let Loren try the Philosopher's Stone when Quirrell's matter was over.

The previous view was his old view. Loren and Harry would have their own stories and follow their own paths, and they should not let some centuries-old things constrain young people.

"Do you want Harry to talk to Nagini?" Loren asked.

He had previously thought that Harry's Parseltongue would be of great use, but when he thought about it later, he couldn't imagine what Harry and Nagini were going to talk about, about their tragic past?

"Don't worry, Nagini is still hibernating." Dumbledore dismissed this suggestion, thinking about Harry's Parseltongue and the shadow he saw in Harry's scar, and he had already determined something.

I? Have a chat? Who is Nagini?

Harry was confused.

"Principal, will we be deducted points?" Ronnono said.

He is the only one who cares about Gryffindor's honor. Gryffindor has not won the House Cup for 7 years, and Slytherin has suppressed Gryffindor for 7 years. 7 years, 7 years, do they know how Professor McGonagall spent these 7 years?

Neither of them cared, they only cared about themselves, Ron thought silently.

"Well," Dumbledore pondered, looking embarrassed, and finally said, "School starts tomorrow, so there shouldn't be any points deduction today."

"Long live Dumbledore!" Ron shouted.

Dumbledore looked at their young and immature postures, his mood relaxed as quietly as the night, and said kindly: "I want to know what you want to see in the forbidden book area?"

"We are looking for information. Snape wants to steal the Philosopher's Stone." Harry looked serious.

"Hahaha!"

Dumbledore laughed out loud. Even if he knew about this in advance, it was still funny to hear Harry say it so seriously, "Severus will be sad to know that you think so."

"Perhaps he should pay attention to his usual behavior to prevent students from having such misunderstandings."

Harry felt a little depressed when he heard that Dumbledore didn't believe what he said. Except for Ron and Hermione, who saw Snape casting a curse on him with their own eyes, no one else believed it.

I secretly made up my mind that we could only rely on the three of us to protect the Philosopher's Stone and prevent Snape's conspiracy from succeeding.

Ron was concerned about another point and complained: "Headmaster, you really should take good care of Professor Snape. He has deducted all the points from Gryffindor."

Dumbledore pretended to think, "But Severus didn't deduct points from you in the two potions classes before Christmas. I think, as a professor, he is fair in general."

Ron's face turned red and he wanted to discuss Snape's previous evil deeds with Dumbledore.

"Okay, it's time to say good night." Dumbledore looked at the night outside the window and stopped the conversation.

Ron's flushed face relaxed and his hands dropped limply.

"Good night principal!"

Harry shook the invisibility cloak and suddenly remembered something, "Principal Dumbledore, did you give me the invisibility cloak? That's what Sirius said."

"As the card says, this is yours." Dumbledore stood next to the bookshelf, looking at Harry gently, looking at his green eyes, not the scar on his head.

Harry nodded, and the three of them put on the invisibility cloak and disappeared.

Dumbledore watched the three people gradually move away with deep eyes.

Harry, you will meet James and Lily again, and they will give you the power to defeat death.