The days of hanging out at Hogwarts

Today is a rare good day. The dark blue in the clouds is washed clean by the clear sunshine, revealing a color as white as cotton. The sun is hidden in the clouds, giving off a slightly bright light.

The skylight shone through the window into the Charms classroom, making Professor Flitwick's white beard shine brightly.

Professor Flitwick stepped on a pile of thick books and could barely hold on to the desk, but this did not affect his excitement at all.

"The lock-picking curse is a classic curse. Around the 17th century, the wizard Eldon Esrickel learned this curse from an old African wizard and brought it back to England. From then on [Alajo "Open Sesame" replaced the long-established "Open Sesame" and became the classic lock-opening spell."

The little wizards were whispering and traveling to mysterious and backward countries to bring back the magic spells that changed the magical world. This experience made them feel fresh.

"After graduation, I also want to study in Africa." Simo put his hands on the desk, as if he was about to leave.

"It is said that they don't ride broomsticks, but something called a flying carpet." Harry learned all about Quidditch from the book "The Magical Quidditch Ball".

"It would be great if I could be like this Esrikel and discover the curse passed down from generation to generation. They would write my name in textbooks and draw pictures of chocolate frogs." Ron looked up, already imagining Such a scene.

As long as his mind wasn't on the chessboard, he was still a childish and pushy eleven-year-old.

Hermione couldn't help but roll her eyes, "As long as you have prepared a little bit, you won't be able to say "I want to be like Asrikel". "

Professor Flitwick's voice sounded at the right time, "Of course, Esrikel became a famous thief and was sentenced to more than ten years in prison..."

Ron kept his mouth shut, he didn't want to become a big thief.

"The unlocking spell also indirectly contributed to the invention and popularity of the locking spell. As the corresponding spells, we will learn these two spells at the same time..."

After talking about the interesting part, Professor Flitwick began to talk about the boring history of curses, their effects, and the related regulations.

The little wizards hate this part of the content the most, but Professor Binns would be more accepting of it, because sleeping is allowed in the History of Magic class, but not in the Charms class.

Professor Flitwick began to recite a long list of theoretical knowledge, and the people below began to lose focus.

Some people stared at Professor Flitwick who was giving a lecture without focus. Some people stared at the "Standard Spells: Elementary" on the table, looking at the name of the author Miranda Gorshak, trying to find out what the letters were.

Only a few young wizards who were close to Professor Flitwick had no choice but to listen carefully to the lecture.

To the right of the podium, Loren and a group of people were sitting here, passing the time boredly, folding the corners of books, and drawing random shapes on the parchment. Only Hermione took notes carefully based on the preview content.

Loren was thinking about the magic text that isolated the space in his mind, and his little hands unconsciously folded the corners of the book into a roll, and then smoothed it out. After repeating it several times, I finally tore off the corner of the page.

Looking around, he found that no one was paying attention to him. He put the torn off small piece of paper back into its original place and said, "[Repaired as new]"

Turn the page and look back and forth. Loren nodded with satisfaction, good, like new.

Next to him, Harry was telling Ron about the Quidditch match, the next match between the Gryffindor team and the Hufflepuff team.

"As long as we win this game, our score will surpass Slytherin and win the House Cup." Harry suppressed his excitement and voice.

"This is the first time in seven years!" Ron exclaimed

"Um."

Loren joked: "Harry Potter, the youngest Seeker in history, helped Gryffindor lift the trophy in the first year of school. Your name will be circulated among the young wizards every year in the future, Hermione. The book "Hogwarts: A School History" you read will have a section dedicated to recording your deeds."

Such a compliment made Harry a little embarrassed, and an uncontrollable smile appeared on his lips.

Even his mood improved a lot. After returning to school next school year, he had nightmares for two consecutive nights.

At first, mom and dad disappeared in a sudden green light, and at the same time, there was a loud voice laughing weirdly. There seemed to be a scene of a castle with some trees behind it, but he couldn't recall the details.

There is no class this afternoon and the weather is very good. It is a good day for the team to train.

After dinner, Harry hadn't rested long in the common room before he was dragged to training by Wood.

People go there happily and with a smile, and come back exhausted at night.

The twins, along with Harry, helped each other back.

It's rare to see the always energetic twins being drained of energy. Their hair is wet with sweat and stuck tightly to their scalps. Their faces are pale and they look extremely miserable. The three of them lay spread out on the soft chairs for a long time, not even wanting to move a finger.

People gathered around and asked what happened.

The three of them didn't have the energy to answer their questions, so they rested for a while before they recovered.

"It's terrible. I don't think I'm as tired as I am today after two years of Quidditch." George complained weakly.

"Me too, Wood wants to win the championship crazy, he is becoming a training freak." Fred agreed.

Harry was younger than them and was a little malnourished before coming to Hogwarts. After half a day of high-intensity exercise, his voice became even weaker. "Although I am very tired, I support Wood. Only in this way can we win in the Academy Cup Championship." Team Slytherin.”

"Yeah, at the cost of our lives," George groaned.

"Come on George, it's time for us to take a shower."

The two stood up shakily and helped each other walk away.

Harry, with Ron's support, slowly went to wash up in a relatively stable manner.

Loren clicked his tongue, "Young Harry, even if you are last in Quidditch, there will still be free points at the end of the semester to make you the champion."

Hermione couldn't see Loren acting mischievously and slapped him on the arm.

The horrific training continued. The twins were miserable, but Harry was enjoying it.

In Potions class on Friday morning, Snape seemed to recall that he had not deducted points before the holiday. In the first Potions class of the next school year, Snape deducted 20 points from Gryffindor in one breath, which was equivalent to a month's worth of points. Fraction.

The reasons were: Neville's potion was pink, Eloise Midgan's potion was purple, and Harry and Ron at the table next to them did not remind them when they made a mistake. .

After class, a group of Gryffindors were walking in the corridor beside the courtyard.

"Hell! This old bat just wants to maintain Slytherin's House Cup by deducting points from Gryffindor." If Snape appeared in front of Ron now, he would definitely spit on Snape's head. .

Loren breathed the slightly moist air. Seeing how angry Snape was, he guessed that Dumbledore might have teased Snape. He was regarded as a suspect by Harry for stealing the Sorcerer's Stone. Snape became angry and implicated Snape. Llanffindor.

Neville lowered his head, his mood as bad as the gloomy and cloudy weather outside.

Gryffindor deducted points because of him again. He was the reason Snape used most to deduct points. His friends also had points deducted because of him. The gloomy sky made Neville breathless.

The snow has not yet melted, and the cold wind is howling outside the castle.

"That's why we have to win against them all the more!" Harry said loudly, and he was inspired to fight. He must use the Academy Cup to punch the Slytherin guys in the face.

As if in response to Harry's words, it began to rain heavily outside. The weather in the UK is always so unstable, and the last two days were sunny and sunny.

Loren looked at the heavy rain and said, "Someone's training is going to fail."

Unexpectedly, Harry was dragged away by the twins at the door of the Gryffindor common room.

George and Fred each said:

"Come on, our Seeker."

"Wood said training can't be stopped even on rainy days."

The two of them shouted in unison: "Poor Quidditch players!"

The three of them disappeared from Loren's sight.

At noon, the three of them reappeared at the long table in the restaurant, all wet.

The twins looked tired and stuffed bread and steaks into their mouths with expressionless expressions. Under the table, the corners of the magic robe left a series of watermarks on the floor.

Harry was the same, but he didn't look so depressed and was actively eating. He's happy to train on rainy days, which helps win games.

In addition, Harry also found that every time he was exhausted after training, he always slept soundly without nightmares.

Hermione strongly objected to such behavior. She raised her eyebrows and scolded several people, "You will catch a cold. Can't you wait until the rain stops before training?"

The little witch took out her wand and planned to deal with their wet clothes, and Loren also took out her wand.

The twins waved their hands to reject their kindness, and their voices sounded a little more energetic:

"Don't waste your efforts."

"We have to go to the stadium later."

"What?"

Hermione exclaimed. She really couldn't accept this kind of training that was damaging to her body. "I don't know if you can win the competition like this. If you catch a cold, you will definitely get a scolding from Madam Pomfrey!"

"Don't worry, good Hermione."

"We'd love to have a taste of the pick-me-up!"

The twins had eaten, regained their energy, and were even in the mood to joke.

The twins were particularly attracted to the refreshing potion, which was a potion that could cure common colds. After drinking it, wizards would usually have white smoke billowing from their ears like a train boiler for the next few hours.

There is a big difference in the health concepts of wizards and Muggles. This is due to the fact that they can easily treat diseases that Muggles think are difficult.

Harry and the twins didn't even return to the lounge after dinner, and ran towards the Quidditch pitch in the heavy rain.

The rain had left a trail of wetness on the corridor, and Filch would have wanted to hang them up and beat them if he had seen them.

Hermione watched the three people walking away and said angrily: "I just remembered a very useful waterproof spell and forgot to tell them."

Loren patted the little witch on the shoulder and comforted her: "Don't worry, this is Hogwarts."

This is Hogwarts, so even if you catch a cold, it's not a big problem.

Harry, who was happy to train, came back in the evening and sat in front of the fireplace, staring blankly at the flames.

The friends noticed Harry's abnormality and sat around.

Ron asked: "What's wrong with you? You look terrible."

"Don't talk to me yet." Harry needed to calm down.

Later, Harry told several people that Snape had maliciously become the referee for the next Quidditch match.

Hermione and Ron immediately recalled that during the previous Quidditch match, Snape cast a curse on Harry. If Hermione hadn't set his robes on fire in time, Harry would have fallen off the broom.

This time Snape became the referee, and he was able to hex Harry even closer on the field.

"He wants to use the referee's convenience to murder you!" Hermione reasoned out this horrifying conclusion.

Loren looked strange and didn't know whether to laugh or not, "Maybe this time you can light his robe on fire in front of all the teachers and students in the school."

"That must be cool." Ron was led astray by Loren and imagined that scene.

"Don't be kidding!" Hermione slapped Loren on the back. How long did it take?

She turned to look at Harry, "Stop competing."

Ron said, "Just say you're sick."

Hermione thought of more specific advice, "Pretend to break your leg."

Loren also gave advice, "I can really break your leg, very quickly, and it won't hurt at all."

Hermione looked at Loren, her brown eyes scanning his face, unable to tell whether he was teasing or really suggesting.

Harry rejected the suggestions, "I can't do this, there's no replacement Seeker in the team. If I quit, Gryffindor won't be able to compete."

"Alas~"

Except for Loren, everyone sighed together and worried about how to deal with Snape.

Just then, Neville stumbled into the lounge, his legs stuck together.

Several young wizards who were familiar with him noticed this situation, and they all thought that Neville had fallen into some magic trap or drank some potion.

There are magic traps set up in some places in the castle, and from time to time, junior wizards are caught in them. As for the potion, it may be Snape's punishment.

Everyone laughed, wondering how Neville managed to climb up the Gryffindor Tower by hopping like a rabbit.

Recognizing the leg-locking spell, Loren took out his wand and lifted the spell.

Neville's legs spread apart and he stood up tremblingly. He used both hands to wipe away the liquid from his eyes and nose. He tried not to cry.

"What's going on?" Loren asked as he helped him sit down in front of a few people.

Hearing this question, the ridicule of others on the road, and the hard work of climbing up the tower all turned into grievances and burst out from his heart. Neville could no longer hold back his tears and cried, "It's Malfoy..., Malfoy and his two There's Ben, Crabbe and..."

Neville's words were intermittent, and he could not speak clearly, "They said they have been looking for someone to practice that spell..."

Before the next words were finished, several people already knew the follow-up by thinking of Neville's appearance just now.

"This is too much!" Hermione's face turned red with anger, and she urged Neville, "Go to Professor McGonagall and file a complaint against them."

Ron and Harry echoed the idea.

Neville shook his head and choked: "I don't want to cause trouble..."

Several people tried to persuade him, hoping that he would have the courage to teach Malfoy and his followers a lesson.

"I don't have the courage. I don't deserve to be a Gryffindor. I don't have the courage..." Neville kept repeating this sentence.