The days of hanging out at Hogwarts

The first floor of the castle, the auditorium.

Hermione was buried in a thick tome with a notebook dedicated to Transfiguration beside her. She looked up from the book from time to time and wrote down line after line of notes on the paper.

Compared with the simplified and deleted compulsory textbook, the advanced knowledge of the elective content is more profound, and some concepts and definitions are difficult to read.

"Transfiguration refers to the transformation that changes the form of the target in any way, including advanced transformation, cross-species transformation, and human body transformation. The summoning spell focuses not on summoning but on using magic power to construct objects. The disappearing spell makes the object dissipate instead of being transferred to Another place.”

Hermione first recited the concepts in the book orally, then read it silently in her mind. After repeating it several times, she confirmed that she had memorized it, and finally wrote down her doubts and confusion in her notebook.

The disadvantage of taking elective courses is that Professor McGonagall does not teach in class, so she can only study on her own, look up information on her own to solve doubts, or accumulate them for later consultation with the professor.

But compared to these two methods, she prefers another way.

Through the gaps between the strands of hair, one can vaguely see the fair skin and the delicate tip of the nose, but what is attractive is the pair of focused and serious eyes immersed in the book. The beige paper of the book is reflected in the eyes, like It's like shining light.

The auditorium was large and empty. The little wizards who had breakfast came and went. They were busy enjoying their weekend time and going to the black lake to splash with stones...

There were thousands of ways to enjoy their weekend, but Hermione didn't care. Her world was filled with just one book.

Loren walked into the auditorium and immediately saw Hermione reading in the corner. Because she didn't have classes on the weekend, the girl's fluffy hair was not taken care of and was messy, almost covering her entire head. This messiness adds a touch of softness to the girl.

Unconsciously walking softly, Loren walked behind the girl, stretched his neck to read the questions written in his notebook, and read in a low voice: "Are the disappearing curse and the summoning curse the counter-curses of each other?"

He thought for a while and answered: "It's not related to counter-curses. In fact, there are still differences in the definitions of disappearing spells and summoning spells in the magic world. Just use the concepts that are easy for you to understand."

So Hermione wrote a line of notes in front of the question in her notebook, and then asked: "Can the Vanishing Curse be used on people?"

"Well, no, the disappearing spell can only be used on objects without magic power."

…

The two naturally started to discuss questions and answers, the notes in the notebook increased, Hermione's doubts decreased, and the knowledge of a book was absorbed in this way.

This is Hermione's unique learning method.

Crossing out the last tone question about the Transformation Spell, Hermione put her books, inkwell and quill into the small linen bag hanging at her waist. She sighed deeply and said resentfully: "We obviously studied together during the summer vacation, but now your progress is faster than mine."

There is no emotion like jealousy. Although learning makes people happy, the feeling of chasing someone is not wonderful.

The little witch clenched her fists, her white chin bulging, feeling a little angry. This person is really disgusting, he actually studied secretly behind his back, a despicable act of running away.

"There is also the Forgetting Curse. Remember to teach me when you learn it."

"Yes, I know!" Loren stretched out his hands and pushed her shoulders forward, saying helplessly: "Let's go, if it's a little later, I'm worried that Hagrid won't have a harvest this year."

"You're almost two weeks late, why are you so anxious?"

Someone felt wrong and changed the subject: "By the way, where are Ron and Harry?"

Hermione didn't care: "They went to the stadium to train."

The two of them walked to Hagrid's hut together.

It is already autumn, and some plants that cannot survive the winter no longer remain lush and green, and have begun to mix with a little yellowish color among the previous green. The little squirrels scurried around on the branches, holding winter food in their arms, hiding them in tree holes known only to themselves...

Loren saw a squirrel throwing nuts into a tree hole, and a goblin popped out: "It seems that you haven't seen Dumbledore in the past few days, and you don't know what he is doing?"

The basilisk should have been dealt with by Dumbledore, but he was not sure about Voldemort's status or what information the diary revealed, and he couldn't let go.

"Maybe it's because there are a lot of things going on recently, and the principal is too busy, so he shouldn't eat in the auditorium." Hermione watched the little squirrel stand up its tail in anger, and dance its little paws wildly.

The little squirrel was already fighting with the goblin, and its short claws actually hit the goblin so hard that it couldn't lift its head, and slowly drove the goblin off the branch.

She stared at the two small animals fighting with bright eyes. Loren looked into Hermione's crystal eyes and felt the refreshing wind of early autumn blowing gently through his heart, slowly dispelling the heat left by summer.

The outer leaves of the whomping willow have withered and turned yellow. It will change its leaves every year. It will grow from the young stubble in spring, fall off in autumn, and remain naked and wrapped in snow in winter. Compared with leaves, branches are more important, and they may not be replaced for several days.

This year was different. Harry and Ron helped it replace several branches. Looking from a distance, a large piece was missing.

The door to Hagrid's hut was closed, and Loren and Hermione didn't hear Fang's scream when they walked to the door. They suspected that Hagrid had gone out, so they knocked twice tentatively.

Boom, boom, boom.

"I'm coming!"

Hagrid's enthusiastic and anxious voice sounded, and after a sound of tables and chairs colliding, the door of the hut was opened.

"Hey Loren, hey Hermione, good morning-"

He blocked the door in a panic, his burly body hunched over his waist and neck, as if he didn't really want the two of them to go in.

Loren and Hermione looked at Hagrid suspiciously and glanced into the room.

"Are you raising any dangerous creatures again?" Loren asked.

"Let them in."

Hearing Dumbledore's familiar voice, Loren and Hermione looked at each other and quickly entered the room.

Dumbledore was standing in front of a small wooden table, playing with a spider with slender limbs, a black face, and eight eyes. Yaya arched his back and watched the Acromantula warily from the side.

Compared to the adult Acromantulas the two of them had seen, this one was much smaller and gentler. Even when Dumbledore held a silver lighter-like object and shook it near its eyeballs, the little Acromantula just casually moved the large claws in front of it.

"Well, Loren and Hermione, good morning! Forgive me for being rude, it's a critical moment now and I can't leave." Dumbledore greeted.

Hermione looked at Dumbledore, then turned to look at Hagrid, her expression blank. So Hagrid kept young Acromantulas in captivity in the name of the principal.

Some questions came to her mind, how to calculate the school rules, how to deduct points...

Loren saw that Dumbledore was holding a Deluminator in his hand, and seemed to be conducting some kind of test, related to the eyeballs of the Acromantula.

Only then did he remember that Dumbledore was an outstanding alchemist and had even appeared in a chocolate frog cartoon. This was the first time Loren saw his peers doing experiments. He handed the bottle of potion to Hagrid and excitedly leaned over to observe.

"Headmaster Dumbledore, good morning!"

He understood that the function of the deluminator was to capture and preserve the light source in the surrounding environment and release it when the user needs it. The current experiment was on animals, and it was still near the eyeballs. Loren guessed that the purpose of the experiment was related to sight, maybe to make the target temporarily lose vision.

Hermione followed Loren. Although she was not afraid of the Acromantula, girls were a little wary of these arthropods and did not get too close.

She couldn't understand the experiment, and her little mind was still filled with doubts.

Principal Dumbledore is suspected of violating school rules. How should points be deducted and from which house...

In the magical field of vision, the deluminator glowed bright white, mixed with silver and bright yellow flames like candles.

When the deluminator swayed, it pulled at the mottled dark magic threads in the Acromantula's eyeballs. Dumbledore seemed to want to smooth out the chaotic and mottled magic threads and collect only specific magic powers.

It should take some time. Loren estimated the progress of the experiment and planned to talk about what happened in the castle first: "Malfoy told me that something is wrong with Crabbe. I suspect-"

Dumbledore turned to interrupt. He looked at Hermione with a gentle expression: "I think Hagrid needs a student with excellent Potions scores to help him dilute the deworming medicine to the appropriate concentration. Miss Granger, you Can you help him?"

Of course Hermione knew this was an excuse to drive her away, but this was Dumbledore, he was the head of the Wizengamot and the headmaster of Hogwarts. He was so gentle and polite that no one could find fault with him.

When such a great wizard spoke to a young wizard, Hermione felt dizzy and followed Hagrid out to mix the potion.

Loren felt a little weird. In his opinion, Hermione and Hagrid were both trustworthy people. This matter was not a secret. Dumbledore's move of sending them away was a little strange.

He asked: "Can't Hermione and Hagrid know these things?"

"Hagrid is the keykeeper and gamekeeper of Hogwarts. He has devoted himself to his duties for decades and resolutely protected the school even in the most difficult days. I trust him completely, even if I have to entrust my life to Hagrid, I There will be no hesitation at all. I believe that you also trust Miss Granger." Dumbledore sorted out the messy magic lines.

Loren was stunned for a moment: "Then...but just now..."

The little Acromantula was a little impatient, and started to struggle with its two big claws.

Dumbledore stuffed the rock cake dipped in toffee syrup into the little spider's mouth, and the little spider made a violent "squeaking" sound, used its chelicerae and other legs to fiddle with the rock cake, and then all It's stuck, and I can't break free even if I live or die.

In the end, the little Acromantula huddled up in a ball, trembling and letting Dumbledore manipulate it while struggling to deal with the rock cake.

"Trust does not mean unreserved. Sometimes, maintaining a sense of mystery will make the plan go more smoothly and lead to better results." Dumbledore replied leisurely.

Loren was silent for a moment, feeling that today's principal was a shady person.

"Malfoy told me that Crabbe's magical talent and temperament have changed dramatically. I suspect that he is controlled by Voldemort like Quirrell last semester. Should we drive Voldemort out as soon as possible?"

Dumbledore had expected it and was not surprised: "For a long time, I thought that a person's extremeness and hatred were the effects of the harsh environment in which he lived. As I grow older, I see new ones every year. When students join Hogwarts, you can also see students who have grown up in Hogwarts for seven years leaving one after another."

"Just like no leaves or snowflakes are exactly the same in the world, everyone has their own unique character and unique thoughts. I gradually realized that personal choices are also an important factor that affects destiny."

As Dumbledore narrated, he seemed to see the faces of students passing by one after another, and those who left deep memories for him kept emerging.

Bill and Charlie Weasleys.

Newt Scamander and Leta Lestrange.

Also, Tom Riddle.

He said in a slightly sad tone: "If Crabbe can realize that he is in fantasy and obsession, we can all help him get rid of Voldemort. If he himself is unwilling to wake up, no one can help him."

Respect the fate of others and let go of helping others. Loren didn't really want to save Crabbe: "What about Voldemort?"

"Just like Quirrell last year, when he was in the ghost state, he didn't dare to act recklessly in school, so he could only use trivial tricks to cause some commotion. In this way, he could do some good things." Dumbledore said with a smile.

What good could Voldemort do? Loren muttered secretly.

Seemingly seeing his doubts, Dumbledore explained: "He and Harry are like these magic threads, tightly entangled together. One day, Harry will need to face Voldemort in person and end the eleven-year-old... The grudges of the night before. Harry needs to grow up as soon as possible, especially spiritual growth. The heart is the source of strength."

Listening to what Dumbledore meant, he had to design a copy to let Harry face Voldemort. Loren prayed silently in his heart, hoping that Harry would be okay in the end.

Loren seemed to understand the move of separating the two of them just now. Harry would definitely ask for help from the people around him when he encountered a problem, and Hermione and Hagrid were the first to bear the brunt.

He asked: "So, Hermione and Hagrid cannot be informed to prevent them from leaking information to Harry?"

Dumbledore didn't answer, didn't admit or deny, and was busy sorting out the magic lines pulled out of the Acromantula's eyeballs.

Loren was delighted: "Then you're not worried about me leaking the secret?"

"In the coming period, Harry will be under unprecedented pressure. I need you to cooperate with me and help me understand Harry's condition." Dumbledore winked at him, "Just treat it as an agreement between the two of us. "

Loren put away his smile, his expression became serious, and he looked at him with a condemnation: "What are you talking about? Harry and I are close roommates, brothers in life and death. You want me to help you monitor him-"

Dumbledore also stopped smiling and looked at Loren seriously. He didn't know that the young wizard valued friendship so much now.

"You have to pay more!"

"Ahem!"

Dumbledore coughed twice and couldn't even hold the Deluminator in his hand.