The days of hanging out at Hogwarts

The ray with its flat wings is immersed in the blue water. The towering glass curtain wall surrounds the water world. The ice-blue xenon lamp emits crystal light. The light refracts and changes in the world composed of water and glass.

"What a beautiful jellyfish!" Hermione pressed her face against the glass, her eyes sparkling, trying to take in the entire water world.

The moon jellyfish opens its transparent umbrella, then quickly closes it to drain water, causing its soft body to sway in the water and gradually float away.

Above, hammerhead sharks swayed their tail fins leisurely and floated silently over the heads of tourists.

Loren felt a shadow covering the light, raised his head to check, and murmured: "Shark..."

Hearing this, Hermione also raised her head to watch.

The two people raised their necks and followed the hammerhead shark with their eyes, staring blankly until the shark's figure disappeared behind the rocks and coral groups.

These animals are not as magical as the bowtruckle, not as magnificent as the unicorn, but in this world of light and shadow in the water, unnamed marine creatures move slowly, which is a scenery comparable to the sky.

The Grangers and Bates walked behind, watching the two children from a distance. They also admired the scenery in the water, but the adults always had to be more reserved, especially when looking at the silly looks of the two children. It's hilarious.

"Is it Hermione's first time at the aquarium too?" Bates asked.

He had always thought that Hermione was more stable than his boy, but now the two of them looked pretty much the same.

Wendell replied with a smile on his face: "The last time I came here was a few years ago, maybe I forgot."

"I thought they were going to stay at home and study until the holidays are over." Bates lowered his rough voice in the quiet environment of the aquarium, but the toughness in it could still be heard, "Honestly, I think Hermione She works too hard, you should persuade her to play more."

This was only directed at Hermione alone. Loren had been studying with Hermione recently, but he didn't think Loren was hard at all.

A few afternoons when he came home early, he saw Hermione reciting books and Loren listening and fiddling with something. It’s clear who works hard and who fishes.

Wendell and Monica smiled bitterly when they heard this, and Monica said: "We also hope that Hermione can be like Loren, but as long as we don't take her out, Hermione rarely mentions it."

Wendell added: "It was Loren who convinced Hermione to come to visit the aquarium this weekend. We should really thank Loren."

Bates laughed: "Loren should be the one thanking Hermione. Without Hermione to guide her in her studies, that kid would have gotten into trouble everywhere."

The worldly master was saying pleasantries, while Loren and Hermione in front gathered together again, making bursts of noisy noises.

"Look at this dolphin blowing bubbles at me!" Loren exclaimed, slapping Hermione on the shoulder.

Hermione moved a few steps to the side expressionlessly: "This is the white whale."

…

Malfoy Manor, Wiltshire, England.

This is a vast mansion surrounded by well-designed gardens. Flowers of all seasons bloom at the same time. Peacocks with long white tail feathers roam freely. The fountains keep pouring out clear water. White mist diffuses from here, giving people The manor has an air of mystery.

Walking through an aisle trimmed with green plants, you enter the interior of the manor. The white stone walls are in an elegant medieval aristocratic style. The walls are hung with Victorian patterns. The solid wood table tops are inlaid with dazzling silver-white vine patterns and dark green leather. The sofa is embroidered with dark gold patterns, and every decoration reflects sophistication and luxury.

Lucius Malfoy had just come back from outside. He had not yet changed out of his dark green suit with thin silver edges. He was sitting on the sofa with his eyes closed and concentrating. His platinum blond hair was scattered, showing a bit of exhaustion.

Crabbe angered Professor McGonagall at Hogwarts, and the school used this to try to limit the power of the school board. For the pure-blood family, Crabbe must pay compensation if he causes trouble, but the troll has gone crazy recently. There are rumors that Voldemort is not dead yet and will come back sooner or later.

It was already troublesome enough to deal with the Ministry of Magic and the school, but this rumor increased the turmoil within the purebloods, and he had to silence these fools.

After all, not everyone realizes that Voldemort's not coming back is the best situation for them.

"Dad, you're back!" The sound of Draco's footsteps running down the stairs was a rare sign of life in such a large manor.

"Yeah." An inaudible voice squeezed out of Lucius's nose.

The enthusiasm in Draco's eyes was extinguished by the cold nasal voice. He walked slowly from the position beside Lucius to sit opposite him: "Are you going out tomorrow?"

His voice was much softer, cautiously tentative. Since the holidays, Lucius has been going out every day and meeting various people.

Lucius's eyes slowly opened, and the fatigue in his eyes disappeared completely after blinking a few times. He did not answer Draco's question, but instead asked: "What are you reading in the study all day? Don't tell me." I, you, are learning.”

His father's majestic tone made Draco a little uneasy: "I heard some news about the First Magic War at school, and I came back to look up some information from that year."

"This is not something you should be curious about!" Lucius scolded.

"What are you yelling at? He's just a child!" A crisp voice came from under the candlestick. A tall woman with blond hair and blue eyes hurried over, interrupting Lucius's scolding.

Even though her son is 12 years old, this woman is still beautiful, with cool white skin and well-maintained skin.

Draco felt relaxed when he saw his mother coming to him. As long as she was around, Draco felt safe.

Narcissa sat next to Draco, put her hands on his shoulders, and complained to Lucius: "If you don't spend time with Draco during the holidays, you will scold him when you come back. Look at your appearance."

Facing his wife's scolding, Lucius's inner annoyance dissipated a little, and his tone calmed down: "I don't want him to get involved in these things too early. He is still too young. I'm worried that he will worship that person."

Narcissa was silent for a while after hearing this, and sighed imperceptibly: "Leave him alone in Slytherin, and he will become that person's admirer. It's time to let him know something."

Draco knew that "that person" they were talking about was Voldemort, but why did his parents exclude him from worshiping the Dark Lord? His father was a famous Death Eater and a loyal follower of the Dark Lord.

"I don't worship Voldemort, I just want to know the truth back then." Draco said eagerly.

Lucius looked at his son and was silent for a long time before he began to speak: "Draco, what do you think the Malfoy family is like in the eyes of outsiders?"

Although Draco didn't understand why his father asked this question, he answered it without much thought: "Glory, nobility, and wealth."

Glory was at the top of the list, which made Lucius's last bit of luck disappear. He understood that Draco could not be allowed to remain in such confusion, and his ignorance of pure-blood Glory must be broken.

Voldemort's blood theory is fatal poison to young wizards who are obsessed with the glory of pure blood.

Lucius leaned forward slightly and said in a serious tone: "No, we are insects."

"Bugs?" Draco's eyes widened.

"In the eyes of people like Voldemort and Dumbledore, most people in the world are bugs. Bugs are not scary. The scary thing is that we are fat bugs."

Draco felt his mother's arm on his shoulders tremble slightly.

"We have to be wary of other bugs eating away at us, and we have to accommodate those big shots, because we are so conspicuous that they can see us at a glance."

Lucius couldn't stop himself from talking, and he said what he didn't want to say in one breath.

"Being a servant of the Dark Lord, being the governor of Hogwarts, being the purse strings of the Ministry of Magic, and uniting with those pure-blooded idiots are all for the continuation of the Malfoy family."

Lucius was a little excited unconsciously: "Do you understand!"

Draco found such a father terrifying, even more terrifying than when he scolded him. I couldn't answer for a while.

Facing the child's immature face, Lucius was shocked to realize that he had made a mistake. He looked at the confused expression on Draco's face and waved him to go upstairs to play.

Draco left absentmindedly.

Narcissa watched Draco walk away completely and complained loudly: "He is just a child, why are you talking about this?"

Lucius didn't want to talk more about this matter. He sighed and said, "Didn't he clamor for an invisibility cloak before? Buy him one."

"What do you mean, you still can't spend time with your child well in the future?" Narcissa asked.

"There are a lot of things to deal with at home, and school matters need to be negotiated again."

Other things were easy to get rid of. Thinking of that blank diary and contacting those idiots about the rumors of the Dark Lord's return gave Lucius a headache.

Narcissa took the teacup on the table and poured him tea: "Isn't the school board always making concessions to Dumbledore? It can't interfere in the school's affairs anyway, just give up its power to those professors. Dumbledore won't have any Selfishly, Professor Snape can still take care of Draco."

"The school board did not always give in to Dumbledore. The previous concessions were reached after entanglement between the two parties. And the person leading the meeting this time is Professor McGonagall. Not surprisingly, she is the next principal. If she is allowed to succeed easily, When she takes over as principal, she will soon kick out the school board and we cannot let this happen."

Lucius took the tea cup and put it down again, frowning: "Why is it cold?"

Narcissa's face also turned ugly: "Dobby, this damn thing, has been slacking off all this time, he really should chop off his head!"

…

At the same time, in the library of the Crabbe family manor.

Vincent Crabbe was throwing books around, trying to find some records about that era, but these words made him dizzy and he couldn't help but start to lose his temper.

His father, old Crabbe, who was tall and muscular, came over, looked at the messy library, and asked in surprise: "Reading books?! Are you being controlled by someone using mind-telling techniques?"

It just so happened that Vincent Crabbe didn't want to look for it himself, so he directly asked old Crabbe: "How was our family doing when the Dark Lord was around?"

When the Dark Lord was mentioned, Old Crabbe became a little angry. The news he spread everywhere was told by Little Crabbe, and he was scolded by Malfoy for many days.

He couldn't help but lightly kicked Vincent's butt: "Don't get involved in the Dark Lord's affairs. Over the years, more than half of our family's property has been donated, so we were not imprisoned in Aziz." Caban.”

"I'm not contaminated, I just want to ask." Vincent pushed away the book beside him and stood up. His tall and fat figure was almost a miniature version of old Crabbe.

Old Crabbe had some thoughts of showing off in front of his son: "In those days, except for the Dark Lord, who scared us, everyone else would bend down when they saw us and let them lick my boots. No one dared to resist."

"What about Malfoy? Where is the father of the savior Potter?" Vincent's eyes became eager.

"Ha, Malfoy is only closer to the Dark Lord than us, but not as good as Bella and the others. They are almost the same as us. As for Potter -" Old Crabbe smiled ferociously, "When they see me, they Like a mouse when it sees a cat, it must turn around and run away.”

Vincent Crabbe was full of longing for the era described by his father. As long as the Dark Lord returns, Malfoy and Potter will have to pay back the humiliation and pain he suffered a thousand times.

He said encouragingly: "We, why don't we get the Dark Lord back?"

Old Crabbe shook his head dejectedly: "We are just ordinary servants. If we do unnecessary things, we will only ask for trouble. Such things should be done by Bella and the others."

"I heard that Bella has gone crazy. The dementors' torture day after day is a punishment more cruel than death." Old Crabbe shuddered unconsciously.

Old Crabbe paused. Even under Voldemort, he had to worry about being killed out of anger. That person was also a terrifying existence for Death Eaters.

Although Malfoy always overwhelms them, Lucius does have some abilities that can bring them benefits. Although it is not as glorious as it used to be, as a pure-blood family, it is already at the top of the magic world.

It’s hard to say which was better or worse, then or now.

He kicked Vincent again: "This is not something you should be curious about."

After saying that, he turned around and left.

"Bella, Azkaban..." Crabbe's eyes were full of hatred.

…

Aquarium, dolphin show exhibition hall.

The public performance has just ended, and the children in the exhibition hall had close contact with the dolphins under the guidance of the keepers.

Near the shore, a light gray dolphin with smooth skin and a naive appearance swam in front of Loren, with its head above the water, and its tail fin kept making ripples under the water.

Loren dug up a ball of ice with a small shovel and poured it into the dolphin's mouth. The little dolphin swallowed it in one gulp, and a burst of water vapor erupted from its blowhole, like a human sighing with contentment.

The little dolphin jumped slightly, rubbed Loren's cheek with a smooth curved kiss, and made a happy "acridine-acridine-" sound.

Loren felt a wetness on his face, and he felt so happy about this little guy that he shoveled a few more shovels of ice to feed it.

Hermione's eyes were bright and hot, "I'll try! I'll try!"

She took a few steps forward, walked to Loren's position, took the small shovel and fed the ice cubes over.

The little dolphin twisted its tail, swam sideways, staggered and stopped in front of Loren, floating in front of Loren with excitement and anticipation.

Hermione was dumbfounded on the spot. It was okay not to eat. He still disliked her. It was so hurtful.

Loren couldn't help but chuckle and shrugged his shoulders.