days at Hogwarts

Chapter 34 Dumbledore is back

Wednesday, Gryffindor First Years have two lessons this morning, Herbology and Charms.

Herbalism is considered a labor class. After the morning, the freshmen in the first grade are all sluggish, and they don't have much energy to eat.

"Hermione, when you are in class, can you not force us to cast spells your way?" Ron poked the steak in front of him with his fork intermittently.

After the night tour, the relationship between the few people improved, and everyone got along with each other a lot more freely, and many things can be said directly.

Hermione next to her flicked her hair and turned to look at Ron: "But, you have to admit, my method is effective!"

"Can't Loren cast the spell without following your method?" Ron said confidently.

Loren, who was next to him, was trying to stuff a croissant the size of an adult's fist into his mouth. Hearing this, he turned and shouted at Ron, "Woo, woo, woo!"

Ron looked confused: "What is he talking about?"

"Ah~" Hermione sighed, and couldn't bear to look straight at him. This person really couldn't be saved: "He said he practiced like this at the beginning, and after he became familiar with it, he could release the spell no matter what."

Loren nodded approvingly, "Shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

Hermione couldn't bear it any longer, she slapped him on the back of the head and knocked out the bread: "Eat well!"

Ron couldn't stand it anymore, he turned to Harry: "Harry, do you have training this afternoon?"

"Ah~" Harry also let out a long sigh, life is hard: "Do you want to come and watch?"

"No." Ron shook his head. "I'm not a Quidditch player. I can do my homework when I have time. I don't have to do homework with you on weekend nights."

This was a bit heartbreaking, and Harry felt the buckwheat bread in his mouth become bitter.Quidditch practiced three times a week, which took up a lot of spare time, and his homework would pile up until the weekend.

"Why don't Quidditch players get less homework?" Harry thought it wasn't fair.

Loren had already wiped out all the bread at this time: "What beautiful things are you thinking about, you can play and not do your homework, it's not in your dreams!"

Someone has to study in their dreams, it's too hard.

At this time, the skylight in the restaurant suddenly opened, and many owls flew in.Hedwig threw a broomstick in front of Harry with great effort, and stood beside him angrily, pecking hard at the fruit in front of Harry.

"A broomstick?" Hermione stared at this thing. Fortunately, it was clean and tidy, and its shape was gorgeous enough. Otherwise, a real broom appeared on the dining table, and the meal would be unbearable.

"Professor McGonagall should have bought it for me, but why so fast? I thought it would arrive after Halloween." Harry was a little puzzled, and the delivery speed was too fast.

"This is no ordinary broomstick!" Ron ignored Harry's doubts, and reached out his hand to gently stroke the smooth broomstick. "Harry! This is Nimbus 2000, the fastest broom at the moment!"

"I regret it, Harry, I'm going to watch your training this afternoon. Please lend me the Nimbus 2000 for half an hour."

"Ten minutes is fine!"

"Ten minutes is fine!"

A few people looked at Ron ashamed, he was going crazy like seeing a girl he liked, talking to himself the whole time.

Loren can't wait to record this scene, so that he can laugh at him since graduation, and can laugh at him for a lifetime.

Harry looked at the guest table, trying to express his gratitude to Professor McGonagall, but Professor McGonagall was not at the guest table, and Harry remembered that he hadn't seen Dumbledore for several days.

Let's thank Professor McGonagall again when we get a chance, Harry thought.

……

Counting the time, Pettigrew Peter's trial should have ended, Dumbledore should have returned, and Loren planned to go to the principal's office to try his luck.

Coming to the stone statue on the third floor, Loren began to try:

"Lemon sorbet!"

no response.

"Licorice Magic Wand!"

no response.

"Cockroach pile!"

The monster statue jumped aside, and the wall behind it split in two, revealing a spiral staircase,

That's it?Loren smiled smugly, "Principal's office? No difficulty."

Following the spiral staircase to the door, Loren pushed the door open and entered.Dumbledore had noticed Loren a long time ago and was not surprised.

"I guessed you were coming, Loren." Dumbledore took the candy out of the bag on the table as if entertaining an old friend. He bought it last week and hurried to deal with some things. In time to eat.

"Professor McGonagall told me that you came to see me after I left." Dumbledore opened a box of hazelnut chocolates and handed it to Loren.

Loren picked up one and peeled off the wrapping paper, and put it in his mouth. The nutty aroma of hazelnut mixed with the sweetness of chocolate seemed to flow into his heart along the mouth, and there were scattered shredded coconut, which is worthy of Dumbledore's certification. .

Loren chewed and said, "I have something to ask the principal to help me."

Loren began to tell the story of Grandpa Bates, saying that he wanted to buy wolfbane potion, and wanted to borrow the Philosopher's Stone to help Grandpa Bates heal his illness.

"Mr. Bates is a great man who can stick to his responsibilities for decades, but still doesn't belong to him." Dumbledore was also a little moved.

"Also, I'm glad you told me about it." Although after Pettigrew's Peter trial.

Dumbledore looked at the child in front of him. He cared for his relatives and dared to practice. He had already shown some city power, but he believed that this was a good boy.

After pondering for a while, Dumbledore said, "I can mention the wolfbane potion to Snape, but in the end you have to convince Professor Snape yourself."

"As for the Philosopher's Stone, I don't know if it can cure werewolves. If it can, it will benefit the magic world."

"I'll write and ask Nicole."

Loren was a little disappointed, and still wanted to brush up Snape's favorability. Fortunately, he kept reading the book.But if Dumbledore mentioned it, it was unlikely that Snape would refuse.

"Okay." Loren began to talk about another matter. "Harry is a little obsessed with the Mirror of Erised. He misses his parents so much."

"Did it affect normal life?" Dumbledore's tone was not very eager.

"Fortunately, the Quidditch training was delayed for half a day. After we persuaded, we only go to see it occasionally at night, but the frequency is a bit frequent."

"I think this problem will get better after he recognizes his real relatives." Dumbledore relaxed, and it was much better than expected. Sure enough, friendship is a good medicine for growth and healing.

The pure-blood family born 20 years ago, who was supposed to be a Slytherin, ended up being a Gryffindor child.He was able to risk his life for his friends, and with him by his side, Harry should be able to grow up healthier.

Dumbledore knocked on the chocolates, and Loren had already eaten most of the box.The two began to compete secretly to see who could eat the last piece of chocolate.

Even if he didn't say it, Loren believed that Dumbledore had such a tacit understanding with him.

On the other side, on the Quidditch pitch, Harry saw the man standing next to Professor McGonagall, wearing a black overcoat, with a thin face and bright eyes—Sirius.