The days of hanging out at Hogwarts

When Hermione and I said good night to each other, the firewood in the fireplace had been completely extinguished, leaving only some residual warmth deep in the ashes.

Loren gently opened the bedroom door and walked in. He was surprised to find that none of the night owls slept.

Neville was half lying on his bed, looking through his thick diary. Harry, Ron and Seamus were wearing pajamas, sitting around a bed, making gestures with a hay magic wand. The donuts were fixed in mid-air by a levitating spell, and several Bibby-dot strange-flavored beans were swirling around the licorice. The magic wand rotates rapidly.

A faint blue flame floated beside Harry's bed, emitting soft light and warmth.

Hearing the sound of the door being pushed open, several people looked over. Seamus shouted in surprise: "Loren, you're back from your night out!"

Not knowing who he was thinking of, a hint of envy appeared in Harry's eyes: "Did you go on a night out with Hermione... That's great."

"..." Loren smiled helplessly, "That's what you say."

"Oh~" several roommates made cheering sounds together.

If the explanation is not clear, it will be in vain. Loren shook his head and walked to the closet to take off his shoes and change clothes. He took a towel and went to the bathroom to take a shower.

"Hurry up, Loren! Come out and tell us something!" Simo's excited voice came from behind.

…

About the same time, Gryffindor girls dormitory.

In order not to disturb her roommate's sleep, Hermione gently pushed open the dormitory door, stepped in, then turned around and carefully closed the dormitory door.

puff!

The small light on the wall of the dormitory suddenly turned on. Lavender Brown and Parvati Patil, who were wearing pink-blue pajamas, stood by the wall, looking at Hermione with intriguing eyes and a joking smile on their lips.

"Look, who's back?" Lavender Brown asked in a long tone.

Parvati Patil blinked narrowly: "It's the know-it-all lady on a night out, Hermione Granger!"

Hearing the sound, even the two roommates who were originally lying on the four-poster bed lifted the curtains and looked at Hermione with curious eyes.

Hermione's cheeks began to heat up. She didn't know why. She was not so shy when hugging Loren, but she felt embarrassed when her roommate teased her.

She defended in a very unconvincing tone: "No, no, I didn't go out at night. I was in the common room all the time. When you went back to the dormitory, Patil, I even said hello to you."

"Really?" Parvati raised her eyebrows, "Then what are you doing in the lounge?"

Hermione stopped talking again and hesitated for a while, until Parvati pretended to tickle her and then hurriedly said: "Wait for Loren..."

Several roommates suddenly showed expressions of understanding and laughed jokingly: "Oh~"

Lavender's eyes shone with eagerness. She squeezed past Patil and came to Hermione, asking curiously: "Are you guys kissing while the lights are out? How does it feel? Is it really comfortable?" "

Without waiting for Hermione to answer, Lavender covered his cheeks and became shy, sighing with a sweet voice: "Oh... wait until everyone has left, and have a tryst with his beloved lover in the empty common room, so wanton. Kissing, his hands caressing your waist..."

I don't know what scene came to mind, Lavender, who was immersed in fantasy, laughed twice, grabbed Hermione's hand and shook it.

Lavender's voice seemed to have magic power, tenaciously drilling into Hermione's mind. She tried hard to restrain herself from thinking about it, but that embarrassing scene still appeared uncontrollably. Hermione even had a clear picture in her mind. detail.

The man's lips were soft and a little hot...

"No, no, I didn't!" Hermione shouted, her face red.

Lavender, who was immersed in fantasy, was woken up. She sighed in disappointment and complained: "Come on, Hermione, you are the first one in our dormitory to fall in love, and you are a boy like Loren Morgan. Tell us about it.”

"Yes, yes!" Parvati cheered, and the two of them affectionately hugged the girl who returned home late.

The distraught Hermione was brought to the bedside in a daze. With a girlish mood mixed with shyness and joy, she answered her roommates' doubts and yearnings about love.

Four dared to ask and one dared to answer.

…

Men's shower room.

The towel cannot dry the hair, so in the end a [Tornado Cleaner] rolls up the airflow, wraps the hair and slowly evaporates the water vapor. Loren washed it carefully several times to make sure that he smelled good and that no Rafflesia smell remained before he put on his clothes and walked out.

Neville was still looking through his diary, and the other three were still sitting on Harry's bed, opening another pack of licorice wands.

Ron excitedly waved him over: "Loren, come and help me refer to the Quidditch selection."

Loren walked over, reached out and picked off a donut they used to simulate the scoring ring. After taking a bite, the sweet smell of chocolate and icing sugar filled his nostrils: "Have you convinced Wood?"

Harry nodded: "Yes, Wood said that an announcement will be made next Monday. Students in third grade and above can sign up, and the selection will begin after Halloween."

Ron held a licorice magic wand and danced: "I think I can definitely get in. Harry and the others will have training tomorrow, and I will be the first to participate."

He held the licorice magic wand in his right hand, and took a donut from the box with his left hand. He gestured with both hands: "Tomorrow I will perform a starfish hanging upside down in front of the players. I will grab the broom handle with one hand and hang upside down with one foot." Hook on the broom and stop all the goals—"

"Use my strength to convince all the players to let me join the team!" The licorice magic wand flew into Ron's abyss.

"That's awesome, star player Weasley!" Loren nodded sincerely, and his voice suddenly changed, "I'm talking about George and Fred."

Harry burst out laughing, his shoulders shaking with laughter. It took him a while to recover. Facing Ron's condemning eyes, he made a serious expression: "Starfish hanging upside down is a goalkeeper's skill. Are you going to be the substitute goalkeeper?"

"That's right!" Ron cocked his eyebrows at a few people proudly, "I've thought about it, the other positions in the team are very stable, their skills are very good, and they will graduate in a few years. I joined the team later. , although their skills will catch up with them, their running-in and tacit understanding are not enough, which means that except for injuries, substitute players will have to be substitutes for several years and it will be difficult for them to have a chance to play.

Ron paused for a few seconds and chuckled: "But Wood will graduate next year. Then I will directly take over his position, and maybe I can also take over the captain's position."

Seamus' eyes widened and he exclaimed in surprise: "You think so long-term, you are even smarter than Ravenclaw!"

"Yes, yes, I came to Gryffindor just because of the Weasley family tradition. In fact, according to my wisdom, it is also appropriate to go to Ravenclaw hehehe..."

Harry was sipping Bibi's multi-flavored beans and laughing as he watched the two people joking without trying to expose them.

Loren ate a donut and most of the pack of licorice wands. He felt a little full before he stopped. He turned to look at Harry and asked, "Have you started learning the Patronus Charm?"

"Ah?" Harry was a little surprised and replied after swallowing the pepper-flavored jelly beans in his mouth, "Let's start. I went to Professor Lupin's place during the day."

"Didn't you say you were planning to open a club?"

"That's right, the club is already planning, but Professor Luping said that my situation is not suitable for practicing with others, so I studied alone."

Loren remembered Harry's weak dementor characteristics and nodded thoughtfully: "Then how does Professor Lupine teach?"

"Boggart, Boggart will turn into a dementor in front of me." Thinking of today's embarrassing situation, Harry's smile was a little forced, "But I haven't succeeded even once. The Patronus Charm only has a weak light and cannot be resisted at all. Boggart turned dementor.”

Boggart...had the same thought as Loren. Looking at the lightning-shaped scar on Harry's forehead, the scene of the soul-stealing stone absorbing souls emerged in his mind.

If the soul really contains unparalleled magic, can this magic be controlled by a wizard? The protective spell on Harry was the use of soul magic, but the price Lily paid seemed a bit high, and it couldn't be considered control.

In addition, does Lily's protective spell use her own soul magic or Harry's magic?

If it was Lily's magic, why did Harry have to spend time with the Dursleys every year to replenish his magic and maintain the protective spell.

The underlying principle of magic is that when a wizard dies, his magic also dies. The magic he cast during his lifetime will only continue to decay and be difficult to replenish.

Lily's protection spell can also replenish magic power to maintain it, which is contrary to common sense.

Loren felt that the protective spell was more likely to stimulate Harry's own soul magic. According to this idea, maintaining the protective spell made sense.

As a kind of love, family affection, like wisdom and courage, is one of the qualities of the soul and can trigger the magic of the soul. The protective spell Lily cast back then was based on Harry's soul magic as its source and the love of family as its bond.

Loren's thinking was fruitless. One doubt was solved, and more doubts emerged.

The magic power contained in the soul is so powerful, why are the dementors that absorb the soul so weak?

It seems that the emotions and memories they absorb cannot be converted into magic power in time. Even if the soul is absorbed with the Dementor's Kiss, that power cannot be used.

On the contrary, the Horcruxes that carry the fragments of Voldemort's soul are more evil than the last. They are indestructible and can use the desires and fears of others to strengthen themselves.

Looking at it this way, are there any similarities between Horcruxes and Dementors?

…

Although this was not the first time someone stared at the scar with probing eyes, Harry still felt a little awkward. He shaved the hair on his forehead and asked strangely: "Don't you already master the Patronus Charm? Why do you still care about this? "

Loren calmed down his divergent thoughts, exhaled softly and said with a smile: "I'm curious. I learned the Patronus Charm by myself, so I want to know more about the professor's formal teachings, and I want to use Professor Lupin's Boggart to make it." Some experiments.”

"It's really amazing. You can do it by just practicing. It's much better than me..."

Harry was a little melancholy, wondering why Dementors were more annoying than Voldemort. At least when facing Voldemort, he felt that he could punch him in the nose. There is nothing you can do when facing dementors. You will faint when you see them and you can't do anything.

Harry sighed: "Then you can go with me next week, just so I can ask you for some experience."

"I'm going too! I'm going too!" Ron had finished his rant at this time, came over and said in a complaining tone, "You didn't call me this time..."

"I called you! You were pestering Wood about Quidditch!"

"Is that so? Hehe... Well, it's hard to have both Quidditch and the Patronus..."

"I'm afraid you'll end up succeeding at both."

"Huh? Do you have the bloodline of the Howling Banshee in your family, Seamus? How could you say such ugly things!"

"Ha ha ha ha……"

…

Monday morning, auditorium.

It’s the beginning of another busy week. For the third-grade little wizard, there is nothing more painful than Monday. The whole day is full of classes, and there is no time to rest between classes. As soon as the bell rings, he has to pick up his schoolbag and go downstairs. A classroom run.

A certain unknown little witch worked harder, one session was three or four more sessions than the others.

Hermione had a headache just thinking about today's class. She poked the fried eggs with her fork. She lost her appetite but had to stuff them into her mouth. This was the only hot food for most of the day.

At this time, Loren suddenly came over and burped. He asked seriously: "Hermione, if you choose a distinctive trait to describe me, do you think it should be wisdom, bravery, or kindness and justice?"

Hermione rolled her eyes beautifully: "I don't know, have you ever thought that it might be confidence?"

"Yeah, that makes sense." Loren nodded with deep understanding. He thought seriously for a while, and finally shook his head slowly, "It's very distinct, but this kind of trait is not the same as what I told you."

Hermione began to feel a little pain in her forehead. She thought he would be sad for a while after experiencing what happened to Peter Pettigrew, but now it seemed that she might be the one who was sad.

"When you're full, pack some for me and leave it for me to use when I come back from time travel..." Hermione sighed deeply, picked up the omelette with a fork and put it in her mouth. When he teased her like this, My appetite seems to be improving.

Loren took a stack of kraft paper from the paper basket on the dining table and put some food in it for easy storage. While wrapping it, he comforted: "It's Monday, my appetite is not good either..."

Hermione was too lazy to talk to this man. Since he sat down, he had eaten four fried eggs, five sausages, and a large plate of bacon and grilled mushrooms for breakfast.

When you have a good appetite, you might be able to eat better than a troll.

Loren put the wrapped food next to Hermione's plate: "You can go back ten more minutes and go to the kitchen to find the house elf——"

His voice suddenly paused, and Hermione turned her head curiously, with the unswallowed bread still wrapped in her mouth: "What are you looking for in the kitchen?"

At this moment, the skylight suddenly opened, and the sound of flapping wings sounded densely.

The Hogwarts postmen arrived, and hundreds of owls flew in from the window openings and landed in front of the little wizard with nimble movements.

"Harry! Come and see! Peter Pettigrew has been arrested!" Colin stumbled over, holding a copy of the latest "Daily Prophet" in his hand.