The days of hanging out at Hogwarts

Flying over the towers of Hogwarts and over the low hills, the four hippogriffs flew close to the black lake. Their sharp eagle claws extended into the water, causing ripples to spread out and reflect in the black lake. The moonlight in the lake was cut open and sparkling.

In the cold autumn night, the little wizard rides strange animals around the world, and everything is silent.

The twelve-foot-long wings cut through the thick night, and the smooth feathers reflected the faint light under the stars and moon. The cold wind blew in their faces. Loren and the others felt that their cheeks were numb from the cold, but their smiles could not be seen. Unable to restrain himself, his rapidly beating heart kept pumping the blood.

Loren hugged the hippogriff's neck. The bird's body temperature was higher than that of humans, and it felt warm to the touch.

Although it was his first time to ride a winged beast, because he could feel the big guy's emotions, his movements were not as cautious as the others, and he felt particularly comfortable flying through the night sky.

Hermione followed him, nervous and excited, the smooth feathers swaying under her fingers, but she didn't dare to grab hard for fear of hurting the winged beast.

"This is really the coolest thing in my life, night travel! Night travel on a Hippogriff!" Ron shouted loudly, shrinking into a ball with the cold, and his tone could not be suppressed. Jumping for joy, clutching the feathers of the winged beast tightly, "George and Fred must have never experienced this!"

Harry was more skillful than he had been during the day, and although Buckbeak still occasionally tripped his shins when he flapped his wings, he no longer worried that he would be thrown off.

The little frustration in my heart was blown away by the cold wind, leaving only the hearty and refreshing feeling.

He followed Loren's example and put his arms around Buckbeak's neck, feeling the hot temperature reaching his hands. Bobby Buck was excited, twisted his neck and cried out to him.

"Hey! Stop complaining, you don't know how much sacrifice I made to save you!" Harry muttered, hugging him tighter.

Bobby Buck didn't know if he understood, so he shouted again.

While he was distracted, Ron overtook him from behind and yelled arrogantly: "What about Harry, you can't fly with me without the broomstick! Come on behind me and eat my shit! Hahaha... "

A smile appeared on Harry's face: "Don't be too proud, let me show you the strength of Gryffindor's Seeker!"

The four of them flew freely, freed from the constraints of gravity. The boundaries of space became blurred, and the oncoming wind became the source of the sense of distance.

Until he unknowingly flew out of the Hogwarts blockade and passed by a patrolling Dementor.

"Crap, Harry!"

Hearing Ron's exclamation, Loren and Hermione looked back. Harry narrowed his eyes and fell from Buckbeak, falling straight towards the ground.

"Harry!"

"[Shock reduction and speed stop]"

…

Late night in the Gryffindor common room.

It was already after lights out, and the circular lounge was quiet. Only Loren, Hermione, and Ron were gathered around a couch with solemn expressions.

The dim candlelight kept swaying, causing the shadows to sway.

On the soft orange linen sponge sofa, people lay neatly, making a circle of human-shaped depressions. It's just that his face is not peaceful, his brows are furrowed, as if he is having a nightmare.

Several people were already experienced and were not too worried about Harry.

"In order not to worry Hagrid, I can understand why you brought Harry back directly. But why did you let me lead four hippogriffs to the paddock?"

Ron's brows were also knitted together, as if he was very confused about something. He raised his head and looked at these two despicable people angrily, "I was almost cut into pieces by those four guys!"

Loren and Hermione felt a little guilty, mainly because they felt too cold after getting off the Hippogriff and didn't want to walk an extra mile to the Forbidden Forest...

When they came to their senses, the two of them had already subconsciously worked together to trick Ron into sending the winged beast back to the paddock.

"emmmm"

Loren pondered for a moment: "Speaking of dismemberment, I remembered that there was a punishment in ancient China called chariot splitting, which used several horses to drag the limbs of the condemned prisoner separately. This is how a great reformer was executed."

Hermione lowered her head and looked at her fingernails and muttered in a low voice: "There is also a kind of punishment in British history called "hanging, pulling, and dividing." The prisoner is hanged first, and then dragged with an animal..."

Lin Mei's two dog men...

Ron laughed angrily: "Am I discussing punishment with you two? What I want to say is-"

Harry, who was behind a few people, sat up suddenly and quickly looked down. After realizing that he had not been smashed into a pulp, he finally felt relieved and leaned on the sofa, breathing heavily.

"Harry, are you awake?" Loren asked with concern.

Harry came back to his senses, but his head was still a little confused, and he said with a blank look in his eyes: "I, I seemed to have fainted again just now..."

"That's right," Hermione nodded quickly, "The Hippogriff accidentally flew out of the school, and we just happened to run into a Dementor."

Harry was a little complicated inside.

It was clear that all four of them had encountered dementors, but they were still in front of them, and in the end, they were the only ones lying there.

Ron noticed his friend's disappointment, sat down next to him, pointed at the two people and scolded him bitterly: "You don't know how much these two people are! In order to enjoy the world of two people, they actually lied to me about sending Buckbeak as a gift. They can strengthen their relationship when they go back, and they can fly higher and faster next time... I almost became the Hippogriff's midnight snack!"

Loren immediately defended: "I wanted to send you back to the lounge. You know me. My floating spell is the best and most suitable for sending you back."

Hermione also defended: "Harry, you know me. I am here to supervise Loren in case he transports you like he did with Ron in the first year."

"What! What do you mean by transporting me like that in the first grade?" Ron's eyes widened. "When, what does that mean?"

Harry belatedly remembered the time in his first year when Ron was bitten and poisoned by Charmander Norbert. They dragged Ron up and downstairs to the infirmary and almost drank his brains out.

"Pfft-" Harry couldn't help but laugh.

Seeing Ron's face getting more and more ugly, Hermione stood up and tried to hold back her laughter: "There are many classes tomorrow, so I'll go back to bed first."

"That's right, there are a lot of classes."

"That's right, it's time to go to bed."

Loren and Harry nodded in agreement.

Ron jumped to his feet and shouted: "You two, don't even think about running away, we are in the same dormitory, we must make it clear today!"

Some people chased, some ran, and quick footsteps fell on the stairs, making a thumping sound.

"Meow……"

Crookshanks, who was curled up on the cushion in front of the fireplace, was awakened by them. He arched his back and stretched, stretched out his little tongue and licked his paws, then rubbed his cheeks with his paws a few times and shook it violently. Body, completely awake.

Crookshanks picked up his own special cushion, trotted lightly to the portrait hole, put down the cushion and sat down, his bright yellow eyes shining in the dark, staring straight into the portrait hole.

As if waiting for something.

…

Thursday, September 9th.

The first major class in the morning is the History of Magic. This year's History of Magic course content mainly focuses on the medieval period. The conflict between wizards and Muggles became increasingly fierce. Although the Muggle witch-hunting movement did not pose a great threat to adult wizards, many young wizards were affected. harm. In order to retaliate against Muggles, wizards massacred Muggles in an endless stream...

Later, the International Federation of Wizards was established, laying the foundation for the subsequent development of the wizarding world.

In fact, I learned some of this part last year. Professor Binns mentioned it again because it is almost 1994 and the next International Federation of Wizards Conference is about to be held.

It's a pity that the little wizards don't have any political sensitivity. They were very sleepy during the first class in the morning. After listening to the content, they had already learned it, and they slept more peacefully. They were so comfortable that they almost wanted to snore.

The second section is Charms. Professor Flitwick has not started teaching this school year yet. He plans to spend a month reviewing the previous content with everyone. Today he just reviewed the Levitation Charm.

Although Loren listened listlessly, Harry was secretly pleased.

These two classes were with Hufflepuff. Malfoy of Slytherin was not here, so he simply escaped the humiliation of being a follower for half a day.

This chuckle lasted until the afternoon, before Slytherin and Gryffindor's first Potions class.

Unexpectedly, Malfoy swaggered into the underground classroom just before class, with an undisguised smile on his face. Harry felt that his manner was like a peacock with its tail spread, proud and proud.

Pansy Parkinson came in behind him, the bandage on her hand had been removed. When she looked at Harry, she glared at him, and then walked towards Malfoy with a silly smile: "I don't know Draco, you Why do you ask me to spare that beast, but I will definitely do what you said."

"I'll make it up to you." Malfoy frowned in disgust, and when Percy looked away, he made a face at Harry and winked.

Harry felt confused. He looked at the materials he was going to use today in a panic. He turned to the two top students at the front table for help, and whispered: "Loren, Hermione, tell me how to take these medicinal materials to make them more effective." I’m entering the school infirmary, now!”

Snapped!

Harry was hit on the back of the head. Snape calmly let go of his sleeves and walked up to the front desk from behind, as if he was not the one who had just struck. He said in a calm tone: "Mr. Potter, if your troll head has a better memory than The bass in the Black Lake are better. If you can remember your summer homework, you should know the potion we are going to learn today."

Loren spread his hands towards Harry with a helpless expression.

Snape stood on the podium and wrote "Shrinking Potion" on the blackboard. He turned around neatly and stared at Harry with an oppressive gaze: "Potter, tell me."

I just knew...it's like this every year, nothing new at all.

"Okay, Professor." Harry smiled calmly. He had already predicted Snape's difficulty. "The shrinking potion can make the drinker shrink or transform into a younger form. If configured correctly, the shrinking potion will It will appear a bright and dazzling green. If the configuration fails, the potion will turn orange and have a certain degree of toxicity."

Snape's expression remained unchanged: "What materials will be used?"

Harry replied calmly: "Daisy root, shriveled fig, caterpillar, mouse spleen, leech juice, Professor Snape."

He deliberately put the title at the end to make it sound like Snape was one of them.

Loren looked at him in surprise.

Okay, learn to fight back.

Some young wizards couldn't hold it back and laughed quietly, then cautiously glanced at Professor Snape.

Snape's lips curved into a hint of sarcasm: "Untimely cleverness will only make your situation worse."

"I don't understand what you mean, sir." Harry didn't panic at all, and even looked forward to it. He had already memorized several methods of processing medicinal materials, and even asked Loren about the functions of various techniques.

"So smart Mr. Potter, please tell me the origin of the shrinking potion." Snape said calmly.

Hiss~

As if he was being targeted by a basilisk, Harry's excitement was instantly frozen. His body was as stiff as if he was petrified. The corners of his eyes kept twitching, and his expression was a little tense.

All the young wizards looked at Harry. Although they felt deeply sympathetic, this did not prevent them from enjoying the show.

Harry felt cold sweat seeping out from his back, slowly soaking his shirt, and his mentality was a bit explosive.

Who invented the shrink potion?

I think I saw it in Hermione's paper, when he and Loren laughed at Hermione for being stupid.

The atmosphere was stagnant for half a minute. Harry took a deep breath and forced himself to stare directly into those cold eyes: "I don't know, sir."

Snape sneered and looked at Neville lazily: "Mr. Longbottom, you answer."

The young wizards looked at Neville with pity in their eyes. Harry felt deeply guilty. He felt that he had angered Snape and implicated Neville.

Neville's face was pale and his lips were trembling: "Professor, Professor, the shrinking potion was invented in the 16th century. The famous pharmacist Zygmunt Bache accidentally prepared this potion."

Taking advantage of everyone's surprise, Seamo explained in a low voice: "His mother helped him with tutoring during the summer vacation, which was very sufficient."

Harry had mixed feelings in his heart. When he couldn't answer, he was worried that Neville would be implicated. When Neville answered, he felt a subtle gap.

"What a surprise." Snape raised his eyebrows and looked at Harry again, "If Mr. Longbottom knows the answer, but some people can't answer it, maybe you should consider dropping out of school, smart Potter! "

His voice changed: "Potter contradicted the teacher, and Gryffindor was deducted five points for it. Now, let's start class!"

The shrinking potion was refrigerated for a long time after it was invented, but a wizard named Samuel Plunkett made it famous. In order to retaliate against the Muggle village that persecuted him, Samuel poured the shrinking potion into the village well, and then chased the shrunken villagers while wearing hobnail boots...

Harry's misfortune was not over. When Snape finished explaining the theoretical knowledge of the shrinking potion and asked the young wizards to group up to practice brewing it, Draco raised his right hand and said something that made Harry a little desperate: "Professor, I want to be with Potter!"

"Oh, really?" Snape showed a rare look of surprise, just like the other little wizards.

Harry saw Malfoy mouthing towards him, issuing a silent threat: "Buckbeak..."

Facing everyone's surprise, Harry swallowed hard and squeezed out a few words from his throat: "Yes, yes, Professor, I want to be paired with Malfoy."

In the next half of the class, the little wizards made frequent mistakes because a ridiculous scene was taking place in the classroom.

"Potter!" Draco smiled proudly, "Cut the roots off these daisies for me."

Harry's fingers holding the knife were squeezed white because of too much force. He dragged the daisy root in front of him and cut it haphazardly, cutting it into large and small pieces, hoping it would be uneven.

Draco immediately felt disgusted: "Look for yourself, you have cut the daisy root. Is it still usable? Cut it again."

"What can't-"

"Um?"

"Okay, Mr. Malfoy!"

Harry reluctantly took another pair of daisy roots, cut them into pieces and handed them over.

Draco leisurely added the daisy roots to the cauldron, and once again drawled: "Potter, this fig of mine needs to be peeled."

Harry took the fig, peeled it off, and threw it to Draco across the table without saying a word. He was smiling prouder than ever.

"Potter, cut the caterpillar into slices for me."