The days of hanging out at Hogwarts

The wind of the wilderness blows from the dark distance, blowing the corners of clothes and hair, and making a sound on the dim tower. Black, brown, red, and light blond hair are immersed in the wind.

In the castle, Harry and Ron would also have a few words with Malfoy. Outside, everyone fell silent, waiting for something to arrive.

Mrs. Norris first appeared behind several people, and then, the bear-like Mr. Crabbe and the hunched Filch behind them broke into the sight of several people.

Malfoy's eyes swept back and forth between the two sides, and finally he chose a seat behind Mr. Crabbe to watch the show, and casually walked over to watch the show.

Although Mr. Crabbe was surprised to see the Malfoy boy with them, he said nothing and tacitly agreed not to embarrass Malfoy.

Filch's gloomy gaze followed him. The administrator of the castle didn't want to let go of any student wandering at night.

"Raising fire dragons and traveling at night, I also suspect that you are conducting evil black magic research." Mr. Crabbe's eyes were locked on Harry, "You will be imprisoned in Azkaban."

Loren raised his eyebrows: "In fact, only professors can punish students."

The bear-like Mr. Crabbe's mouth was split open on both sides, revealing a ferocious smile, with the flesh squirming on his face.

"Yes, but I will catch you first, and let you experience what pleasant torture is before the professor comes!" Mr. Crabbe said as he approached them.

Hermione, Harry and Ron couldn't help but feel a little nervous and pointed their wands at the bear.

This Death Eater wouldn't want to attack students in school, would he?

Loren didn't move his wand. Not only did he not panic, but he looked forward to it. In his peripheral vision, a blazing red light flashed on the high wall of the distant castle, making his eyes hurt.

You know Dumbledore won't miss this big show, but can't he restrain his magic? It's like a little sun at night.

Now that Dumbledore is here, Snape and Quirrell might also be around somewhere. He didn't believe that a Death Eater with the level of cannon fodder could hurt students in Hogwarts.

Mr. Crabbe moved slowly, like a cat chasing a mouse, and he enjoyed the despair of his prey as it waited for death.

"Woohoo! Keep a safe distance!"

Several red magic beams suddenly hit the floor in front of Mr. Crabbe, and a burst of energetic shouts suddenly came from the silent air near the tower.

Four broomsticks descended from the darkness, and four energetic young people appeared on the tower.

One of them smiled at Ron and said: "Ha, I can tell at a glance that you are Charlie's brother."

Before Ron and others could answer, the remaining three people also spoke one after another.

"The situation is different from what we thought, at least it's more lively than I thought."

"Long time no see, Mr. Filch and Mrs. Norris."

Others greeted Filch, and they seemed to have graduated from Hogwarts.

"Long time no see, Professor McGonagall!"

The last greeting was surprising. Professor McGonagall came out of the castle stairs with Vincent Crabbe (Malfoy's little follower).

Loren reacted, and Crabbe and his son also divided into two groups. One side caught them and wanted to torture them, and the other side asked Professor McGonagall to catch them.

Professor McGonagall's eyes glanced around the crowd, surprised by the many young wizards wandering around at night, and angry by the fire dragon who didn't even have a shadow.

She suppressed her voice and said to the graduates: "I have graduated. If I want to go back to school, I should use the formal method instead of barging in directly with a broom."

Of course she knew this group of students who had just graduated a few years ago, including some who had left Gryffindor.

One of Charlie's friends, the first one to greet Ron, quickly snatched the small box from Loren's hand and winked at him.

Then he raised his voice and said to Professor McGonagall: "We will meet next time. In order to prevent you from locking us up again, we are leaving now!"

Charlie's friends were all cheerful people, so they immediately got on their brooms and flew away.

As Professor McGonagall watched them disappear, her anger gradually became uncontrollable, and her eyes almost burst out with fire. "I can't believe it was you, Vincent Crabbe, who said you were up in the Astronomy Tower. Don't forget it's one o'clock in the morning. Explain yourself."

Before several people could speak, Vincent Crabbe's father, Mr. Crabbe, answered first: "They raise fire dragons and study black magic. They should be arrested and interrogated."

"I have evidence." As he said this, he began to dig into the pockets of his coat in an awkward manner.

All eyes were on him.

But he dug for a long time and found nothing, like a funny troll.

"That's enough! Hermione, tell me what's going on?" Professor McGonagall became even more angry.

Hermione couldn't answer the teacher's question for the first time, and it was Professor McGonagall. She didn't dare to look into Professor McGonagall's eyes, for fear of seeing disappointment in her.

"Ahem." Loren said, "That's it. We heard that there was a dark wizard in the school at night, so we planned to check it out. But Mr. Crabbe chased him all the way here."

"We thought he was the dark wizard and controlled Mr. Filch. Fortunately, we "happened" to meet some seniors here and persisted until you arrived. "

Harry, Ron and Malfoy looked at Loren in admiration. How could you come up with such a comprehensive lie in such a short period of time?

Hermione looked down at her shoes, as still as a statue.

Crabbe and his son froze on the spot, not knowing what to say. Their only evidence could not be found.

"Box, that box just now!" Mr. Crabbe looked crazy as if he was grasping at straws.

"Oh, that box was originally in the Astronomy Tower. I think it was the luggage of the seniors. They left it here and went to visit the castle, and we just happened to pick it up." Loren killed it easily.

"You don't think that such a small box can hold a fire dragon, do you?"

If there is some combination magic of [Legilimency] and [Loud Voice], and the voices in the hearts of a few young wizards are released, it will be a unified cheer.

Malfoy thought that the Sorting Hat must have made a mistake. He was playing with people's hearts elegantly with lies like this. He must be Slytherin. How could he be sorted into Gryffindor?

Loren is an orphan. He must be an estranged child of a pure-blood family.

Professor McGonagall had a vague feeling that there was something wrong with what she said, but she couldn't find any evidence. Loren's story matched what happened tonight.

Mr. Crabbe wanted to torture the young wizard, and as a former Death Eater, this was something that was possible.

"After breakfast tomorrow, the six of you will go to my office to accept punishment. Now, go back to sleep." Professor McGonagall said. She was very angry now and needed some time.

Loren pulled Hermione, who had been shrinking her head, and walked around the bear and jumped back to the stairs. Other little wizards followed, including Malfoy and Crabbe.

After all the little wizards left, Professor McGonagall looked at Mr. Crabbe and said in a calm voice, "I will tell Dumbledore about this, and from now on, the school board shall not interfere in the management of the school. You must apply for access in advance. .”

"Professor McGonagall! This needs to be discussed at a meeting." Mr. Crabbe said urgently.

This time, he made an urgent visit to Hogwarts after receiving Crabbe's letter and realizing that he had an opportunity to deal with the boy who had brought shame to the Dark Lord.

After hearing his son talk about Harry Potter's unusual hospitalization, he realized there was something fishy and found evidence in the school doctor's office.

I thought I could drive Harry Potter out of Hogwarts and gain some prestige among the pure-blood family, but I didn't expect this would be the result.

If the school board knew that he was causing trouble and their limited power would be taken back by these professors, then the Crabbe family would have to make amends in other businesses.

"I, Minerva McGonagall, the Vice-Principal of Hogwarts, have the right to do this." After Professor McGonagall finished speaking, she looked at Filch, pursed her lips and said nothing, then turned and left.

On the way back to the lounge, Vincent Crabbe had a gloomy face and said nothing. Malfoy wanted to talk to Loren, but there were so many people there that he didn't find a chance.

In fact, Harry and the others also wanted to speak, but because they were worried about the others, they all chose to remain silent.

At the fork in the road, the two groups of people going to the Gryffindor lounge and the Slytherin lounge separated.

The atmosphere around Loren suddenly became relaxed.

"This is the most exciting night I have ever experienced in my life!" Ron was beaming. He wanted to remember this incident in his mind.

"You don't know, my legs were weak when the big bear came over."

"I wanted to punch him in the nose."

After experiencing exciting things, their minds still hadn't calmed down. Harry and Ron discussed what had just happened.

Hermione was still a little uncomfortable with deceiving Professor McGonagall, and she walked with her head buried. Suddenly I felt a chill under my feet. When I looked carefully, I saw it was a head.

"Ah!" Hermione screamed in fright, pulling Loren's sleeve tightly.

"Haha! Another scare from Sir Nicholas!" Headless Nick floated up from under the floor.

"Nick, thank you for helping us hold down that Death Eater." Harry was full of gratitude. If Nick hadn't delayed the time, they might not have had the chance to find Loren.

"Not only was it stalling for time, I also hid a gift in the armor in front!" Nick smiled heartily.

Harry and Ron found a letter in the armor's boot, which was Charlie's reply letter that was left in the book.

"That's great! No wonder he can't produce any evidence." Ron held the letter and kissed it. It was all the trouble caused by this letter. Ron swore that things like this would be burned after reading in the future.

Loren walked around the headless Nick, making sure that he was just an ordinary ghost and did not have a physical body like Peeves.

"How did you do that?" Loren asked curiously.

"Keep it secret! Remember that the ghost is also the owner of this castle! Also, you owe me a favor..." Headless Nick's voice gradually drifted away with him.

"I will never call him 'Headless Nick' again!" " Harry said.

"It's Nearly Headless Nick." Ron retorted, putting the letter away to throw into the fireplace later.

The four of them continued on their way back to their dormitory.

"Loren, what do you do with your suitcase?" Hermione asked.

"We'll do it later." Loren didn't care too much. If you have skills, why would you worry about not having the materials?

"Please, Loren, make one for me too."

"Me too."

Harry and Ron hurried forward.

"No!" Hermione yelled, "This is against the rules of the Ministry of Magic."

I quietly added in my mind, I haven’t done mine yet.

On the other side, Malfoy and Crabbe were walking back to the Slytherin common room.

"Why are you helping those Gryffindors and those Mudbloods!" Crabbe's words were questioning.

Malfoy said without looking back, "It's none of your business."

"Have you forgotten the glory of pure blood?"

Malfoy stopped, but still didn't look back, "I didn't."

"Don't you want to give them a taste of something awesome?"

"I said, it's none of your business!" Malfoy said with a hint of impatience in his voice.

Crabbe stopped talking, and he looked at Malfoy with the same hatred as he looked at Harry.

It was he who noticed that Malfoy was unusual in threatening Harry and Ron, and wrote a letter to call his father, wanting to avenge the previous humiliation in the stands.

But this was all messed up by Malfoy.

His father always told him to please Malfoy because of their family's wealth, their family's power, and because their family had robbed more benefits under the power of the Dark Lord.

At the beginning of school, he tried to get acquainted with the "Boy-Who-Lived" who framed the Dark Lord, and later he got close to the filthy Muggleborn.

He doesn't understand the glory of Slytherin or the glory of pure blood.

Damn it, Malfoy!

It was a sleepless night, with some lights and candles extinguished and others lit again.

In the principal's office, the portraits on the wall were turned upside down, and the people in the portraits were all asleep.

In a top hat on the shelf, a small snake coiled a sapphire under its body, and the grid patterns on its back scales reflected dark red light.

"Minerva, do you want something to eat?" Dumbledore was wearing a set of blue pajamas and looking for candies under his crescent-shaped glasses.

Professor McGonagall's face was tense, and she was very annoyed at the moment, "I say, Principal Dumbledore! Do you really not know what happened tonight?"

"Hmm... I probably know a little bit." Dumbledore dug out half a bag of nougat and said, "Have some, it will help you sleep."

Professor McGonagall pressed her hand hard on the table, her fingers turning white. "These Death Eaters have no remorse. They are still keen on torturing people, even underage wizards."

"Minerva, I know." Dumbledore took out the tea cup and poured hot tea from the empty teapot. "There was a reason for letting this group of people go. The reconstruction of wizarding society requires the support of pure-blood families."

Professor McGonagall looked at the tea and subconsciously thought of the "Five Exceptions to Gamp's Law of Transfiguration", and then came back to his senses, "They have taken control of the school board, and Hogwarts needs full management rights."

Dumbledore nodded, put the nougat in, shook it a few times and handed it to Professor McGonagall, "I know you always care about the students for their own good. And I agree with your idea, but this matter needs to be done slowly. Do."

Dumbledore showed some sarcasm, "They always arrogantly believe that others are peeking at those insignificant powers."

Professor McGonagall was distracted by Dumbledore's actions and sat down slowly, "Don't pamper the students too much. I know you can catch them wandering at night. They must not have told the truth this time. The only honest Granger The lady doesn’t even dare to look at me.”

"Don't dwell on the little mistakes." Dumbledore thought for a moment, and realized that the little ones might not make the same mistakes. "Perhaps some teaching methods that break the rules will help them gain more."

"I'm really worried they've led Miss Granger astray."

"Haha, on the bright side, Granger can also influence them."

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I kowtow to the readers. I spent my time revising what I wrote earlier. I feel like I was a bit flabby after writing so fast yesterday.

Just 4k tonight, and 4k again at 8 o'clock tomorrow morning.