The days of hanging out at Hogwarts

After stabilizing the magical connection between the Deluminator and the little spider's eyeballs, Dumbledore's disrupted breathing slowly calmed down, but when he thought of the words "More money is required", he still couldn't help but want to laugh out loud.

Dumbledore held back his smile: "So, smart businessman, Mr. Morgan, how much do you think is appropriate?"

"Just give it to me." Loren said happily.

"The Hogwarts Headmaster's salary may not be as high as you think. Hmm -" Dumbledore thought for a moment and shook the deluminator in his hand, "Can I use this to pay off the bill?"

"It's just a small work for me to kill time, but the shell made of mithril is worth some money. It may not be enough to pay you, but I think, considering the friendship between the two of us, this deal can be tried, you say What?" Dumbledore smiled.

"Well -" Loren pretended to hesitate, "If you say so, then I will reluctantly accept this deal."

After saying that, he couldn't help but grinned so much that his gums were exposed.

Dumbledore was in a happy mood. He waved his hand and motioned for Loren to come closer and observe: "To give you a brief introduction, the Deluminator can collect and store the light source in the surrounding environment and take it out when you need it. For Muggle electric lights, Light sources such as flashlights are also suitable.”

"Do you know what "light" means? "

Loren looked at the light source at the top of the deluminator and thought about the meaning of light, hope, sun, energy...

The more he thought about it, the more uncertain he became. Because his eyes were looking directly at the light source, they were cast into a deep purple shadow. He closed his eyes and asked, "What does it mean?"

Dumbledore replied softly: "Light means direction. When you fall into darkness and confusion, with light you can see the way forward clearly and know where you should go."

“My original intention in designing it was to retain hope when the light source is sufficient, and to illuminate the way forward when darkness and confusion come.”

Loren nodded as if he understood, and asked, "What are you doing now? Are you adding any functions to it?"

Dumbledore pointed out the eight eyes of the little spider to him: "The eyes of animals such as owls and snakes will glow at night, but it is not their own light, but the unique structure of their eyes that can illuminate the environment. The light that we cannot see is concentrated, becomes the light that we can see, and then is reflected.”

"Magical animals are different. Their eyes can really light up. This light comes from the unique magic power in their bodies and has unique effects."

"The Acromantula's gaze can terrify its prey;"

"The cat's eyes can detect suspicious people;"

"And the basilisk's gaze..."

Loren didn't pay much attention to what Dumbledore said next. He carefully observed the magical threads extending from the Acromantula's eyes. Most of them were black and gray, mixed together irregularly, and looked mottled and mixed.

Deluminator combs through these magical threads, grouping together the darkest of them all.

"Are these black threads representing the magic of fear and shock?" he asked.

"I think so." Dumbledore controlled the Deluminator, the black and gray magic threads gradually separated, and the combing was nearing completion.

After the last few strands of black magic thread were collected in the Deluminator, Dumbledore closed the top cover of the Deluminator, took out a white mouse from his cuff and placed it in front of the Acromantula.

The white mouse first squeaked in fear, but when it realized that the Acromantula could not free its legs to chase it, it swung its four legs and ran quickly to the side, trying to escape the danger.

Seeing this, Dumbledore turned on the Deluminator switch and released the bundled black magic. The little spider's eight eyes stared at the white mouse. The white mouse squeaked and collapsed on the spot, motionless.

"It looks like it was successful." Dumbledore smiled with satisfaction.

Loren could see it. The black magic thread seemed to represent the Acromantula's ability to intimidate prey. When it was put away, the white mouse was not affected. When it was released, the white mouse was too frightened to move.

But he was a little confused. This was different from his previous guess that it would affect vision and cause blindness. He asked: "Principal, is there any special use for this effect?"

Dumbledore didn't answer. He put the Deluminator back into his sleeve, stretched out his hand to push away the little spider that was crawling towards the white mouse, and said with a smile: "This is Fox's snack. If you don't return it, Fox will burn my eyebrows." .”

After putting away the white mouse, Dumbledore turned to Loren and said, "Wait for me in the girls' bathroom on the second floor after dinner. You will know then."

"Basilisk!" Loren exclaimed, and he suddenly realized that he was looking at the basilisk.

Dumbledore just smiled, turned around and went out to say goodbye to Hagrid and Hermione.

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Noon, Hagrid's Hut.

Hagrid picked out a few pumpkins that were only slightly larger than Yaya but had very hard skins. He chopped them into pieces and added nothing to them, then stewed them directly in an iron pot with water.

"Look, this kind of pumpkin, hey! It's the sweetest." Hagrid smiled brightly.

After he served the little wizard a dinner of rock biscuits, no one wanted to stay in the hut to eat. Harry and Ron would always come back and leave before lunch, which made Hagrid very depressed.

This time he wants to show off his skills and let the little wizard understand that there are many good things in the forest.

It's hard to make a ripe and sugary pumpkin unpalatable. Even if you pick it directly and gnaw it, your mouth will be full of sweetness. The aroma of the pumpkin in the iron pot filled the outside of the forest, and you could feel the sweetness of the air when you took a breath.

Even Hermione, who had the smallest appetite, ate a whole stewed pumpkin, and her belly was full. Hagrid drank all the pumpkin soup in the end.

After the meal, Loren and Hermione sat on a small bench outside the house to eat. They also helped clean the pulp with pumpkin seeds in the middle of the pumpkin. They took the pulp out of the pumpkin and spread it out on the wooden board to dry. In addition to keeping some of the dried pumpkin seeds as seeds for next year, you can also fry them and keep them as winter snacks.

Hagrid cut into a pumpkin. What was in the middle was not pumpkin flesh, but a nest of slugs, slimy and squirming.

This made him so angry that he breathed heavily and exerted all his strength. He even threw the pumpkin and the slug family out into the sky without even a shadow.

"It must be that boy from the Weasley family. Last time I took them to visit my pumpkin patch, he vomited several slugs into it."

"This bad boy must have done it on purpose. The next time I see him, I will plant him in the pumpkin patch." Hagrid cursed and sat down, angrily continuing to handle the pumpkins.

Loren and Hermione looked at each other and laughed in unison.

Hermione teased: "Come on Hagrid, Ron will definitely come with Harry, let alone plant him in the ground, you are probably going to bring out the biggest and sweetest pumpkin to entertain them."

Hagrid was unhappy and retorted without any confidence: "No way! I don't know how many pumpkins are broken. Just plant them in the ground."

"What about Harry, do you want to treat him to pumpkin?" Loren asked.

Hagrid turned his back, not wanting to look at them: "Harry didn't harm my pumpkin."

Loren and Hermione laughed together: "Hahahaha..."

When the sun hangs under the clouds in the west and dyes half of the sky as yellow as a pumpkin, the pumpkin seeds are almost done.

Hermione stood up and went to the sink to collect water and wash her hands. The juice from the pumpkin was sticky on her hands, and a transparent crust formed on the back of her hands in some places, which melted away as soon as she rinsed with water.

Loren bid farewell to Hagrid, fell behind and walked slowly to Hermione's side, cleaning his right hand.

Although she didn't study today, Hermione still felt that she had a fulfilling life. The golden clouds hanging in the west were filled with the sweet aroma of pumpkin.

The only dissatisfaction was that Hermione rubbed Loren's body with her wet hands a few times and complained: "You are always mysterious, and you have to push me away when talking in the morning."

Loren expressed his injustice: "The one who sent you away was Principal Dumbledore. What does it have to do with me?"

"I don't care, it's your fault." Hermione rubbed it a few more times, wiping away all the water on her little hands.

"Okay, okay." Loren grunted, clasping his left hand behind his back and saying to Hermione with a sly smile on his face, "Do you know what the main purpose of coming out today is?"

"What is it?"

"To tell you," he whispered, leaning in front of Hermione -

"I've learned how to apparate!" Loren yelled, and touched Hermione's face quickly with his left hand soaked in pumpkin juice.

The sweet smell of pumpkin hit her face, and Hermione was stunned, completely confused. She was stunned for a few seconds, and then screamed violently.

"Loren Morgan!"

Hagrid and Yaya were so frightened that they trembled and slowly turned their heads to look this way.

"You're dead!" Hermione reached out and grabbed Loren.

"[Apparition]"

Loren turned around, disappeared with a bang, and instantly appeared not far behind Hermione, looking at her with a smile: "You see, this is Apparition."

Hermione, who was in vain, threw away all reason and calmness. She had only one thought right now - to teach this man a severe lesson!

Wiping the pumpkin juice off her face, Hermione walked away and chased him.

Loren didn't sit still and waited, turning around and running in the direction of the castle.

Hagrid looked at the scene of the two running under the sunset and sighed with emotion: "This is the beautiful youth!"

Looking at the figure who kept walking in front of her, Hermione held back her breath and wanted to catch her, thinking deeply about pushing him to the ground and beating him up.

Uppercut!

Whip the leg!

With every movement she thought about, Hermione ran a little faster, getting closer to Loren. She vaguely felt that she was running faster and faster, faster than ever before. Her physical fitness seemed to have improved again.

The distance between Loren and Loren was quickly closing, getting closer, getting closer...Hermione's eyes widened, and a smile slowly appeared on her lips. She would soon be able to catch this nasty guy.

"[Apparition]"

boom!

Loren teleported a long distance again. He turned his head and showed a bright smile: "Whether you want to learn it or not, I'll teach you."

Feeling that this person was even worse, Hermione was so angry that her silver teeth almost broke. She said nothing and moved faster.

Naked hanging!

Cross solid!

guillotine!

In her inner fantasy, the ferocity of the beating increased several levels, and the names of the fighting skills in her mind made her burst out with endless energy and tirelessness.

The surging evening breeze in the forest brings a cool breath, and your breath is filled with the fragrance of vegetation and moist water vapor. Under the setting sun, the boy's shadow is very long, longer than the branches of the Whomping Willow, longer than the path on the grass, and extending into people's hearts.

In this way, one chased and the other ran, with the person in front occasionally teleporting away to a certain distance, until they ran into the hall with blazing torches.

"[Apparition]" Loren turned back, but this time he failed to teleport out like before.

"Oops!" He forgot that Apparition was prohibited within Hogwarts.

Hermione seized the opportunity to get closer. She put one arm across the front of Loren's neck and clamped it with the other hand, making a twisting motion, but without using any force. With a triumphant smile on his face.

Although when I chased him, I wanted to hang him up and beat him for three days and three nights, but when I caught him, I wanted him to admit his mistake even more.

Hermione's little face was flushed, with the joy of finally achieving her goal. She gasped in Loren's ear and said: "Tell me, how many times have you teased me? I have caught you every time, and you still don't change your ways." !”

Of course Loren, who still holds the wand in his hand, can use any magic, such as a repel spell, a binding spell, a stun spell, etc. Hermione is unprepared, and the sneak attack will definitely succeed. But this is not a life-and-death duel, and there is no need to fight to the death, not to mention that he was the one who poured pumpkin juice on his face first.

Loren didn't struggle, willing to admit defeat and be prepared to be caught before he died. And struggling would only make his neck hurt more. He was silent, like a kitten whose neck was held down by life.

Hermione shook his head: "Huh? Tell me, do you know you were wrong? Are you going to tease me again?"

"I'm wrong, I'll dare you again." Loren was very honest.

Hermione laughed angrily: "What did you say?"

"It's wrong, I'll do it again again."

It was impossible to expect him to promise not to do it again, so Hermione just held him and slowly regained her strength. Loren was also resting to catch his breath, and the two of them fell into a strange state of peace.

I don't know how long it took, but Loren said quietly: "If you don't let go, I'm going to scream."

Hermione was stunned for a long time before calming down the shock in her heart. She moved her somewhat stiff neck and said with mixed emotions: "Is it more embarrassing for you to be surrounded by people?"

"I'm not afraid of embarrassment." Loren spread his hands, "But you are."

Hermione was completely speechless, she was really scared. For a moment, there was nothing she could do against this scoundrel, but she felt too aggrieved by not doing anything.

Pulling Loren's cheeks, Hermione twisted them on both sides: "If you tease me again, your face will swell!"

This was Hermione's most ferocious threat, but Loren still smiled, pressed her hand, and pulled her toward the auditorium.

The aroma of dinner food is already wafting through the corridors, and the Hogwarts kitchens are making pumpkin tonight.

"Did you hear that? You're still laughing, don't laugh!"

"I heard it."

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