The days of hanging out at Hogwarts

In the auditorium, Harry and Ron, who were wearing pajamas, sat on the long table, playing wizard chess out of boredom, watching the little wizards dragging their suitcases away in the corridor outside. Occasionally, one or two familiar people came in to say goodbye to them.

"Let's play a game of crackling cards," Harry said helplessly when he saw that he was about to be checked again, "or Gobstone. At least you can find it interesting, Ron."

Ron's eyebrows drooped and he looked lazy: "I choose the explosive card."

"Hey! Harry, Ronnie!"

The two turned around and saw George and Fred walking towards them among the people lining up to leave the castle with their luggage.

"I've told you many times! I'm already a third-year student, don't call me Ronnie anymore!" Ron looked at the two of them angrily.

"Okay, Ronnie."

"No problem, Ronnie."

Harry suppressed his laughter and asked curiously: "What's the matter? Why haven't you boarded the Hogwarts Express yet?"

"Let's get you into some holiday spirit before we leave..." Fred said with a mysterious wink.

George and Fred moved closer to the Christmas tree, making sure that the little wizard outside could not see them. George smiled and took out a square piece of parchment from his arms, which was very worn.

"What's this?"

"This, Harry, is the secret to our success."

…

Carrying the suitcase in his left hand and carrying Hanhan's cage in his right hand, Loren followed Hermione downstairs.

He originally wanted to carry Crookshanks with him, but the little kitten followed its owner's bad example and behaved badly. As soon as he stepped onto the stairs, it turned into an afterimage running under people's feet. He jogged downstairs to wait for them.

While waiting for the stairs to turn, Loren looked at Hermione and said pointedly: "A naughty kitten like this will squeal in pain if someone steps on it."

Hermione pursed her lips and said, "Crookshanks has the blood of a cat. Even if all the teachers and students in the school have a dance on the stairs, he will not be stepped on."

Loren raised his eyebrows and asked in surprise: "Oh, the cat nives also know how to dance?"

"..."

After receiving Crookshanks on the first floor, they came to the side door of the auditorium. From here, Loren and Hermione saw Harry and Ron on the long table, burying their heads on the table, as if there was something interesting.

Drag the box inside.

Before they entered the door, Harry and Ron seemed to have had a premonition beforehand. They raised their heads and looked at them with an interesting look that said, "Sure enough, it is like this."

"It turns out it's the Marauder's Map." Loren glanced at it and looked away, "Did George and Fred give this to you?"

Harry was still immersed in the name "Prongs" on the map. He nodded subconsciously when he heard this. He suddenly came back to his senses and said quietly in a voice full of resentment: "No wonder George and Fred said you had already Got it, but you didn’t tell me?”

"And me!" Ron echoed, "How unfriendable!"

"Didn't I say it?" Loren scratched his head in confusion, "I thought I had said it. Alas, it's all because of the weather. It's so cold that my brain is not flexible."

"..." Harry was silent for a moment, still looking at him full of resentment, as if looking at a heartless person.

"Ahaha, it's getting late. We're still rushing to get on the train, so let's not talk anymore." Loren said very naturally, "Then Merry Christmas, Harry, Ron, see you next semester."

Hermione echoed obediently: "Merry Christmas, see you next term."

Harry squinted his eyes and looked at the two of them: "Why do I have a feeling, Hermione, you also know about this, right?"

Hermione blinked: "The train is about to leave. We are in a hurry. Goodbye Harry, goodbye Ron."

"Goodbye!"

Seeing the two despised people turning away, Harry secretly made up his mind to continue questioning this matter when he returned to school next semester.

…

Get on board.

Find an empty cubicle.

Hanhan was placed on the small table in the compartment. Crookshanks held it in his arms as a hand warmer. The train gradually started to move. Loren opened the window and looked outside: "Tsk, this seems to be the first time we take a train from Back home from school.”

Hermione recalled the past two years carefully... When he went home at the end of the first grade, this man was detained in school, and it was Dumbledore who sent him home; in the second grade, they were detained in school together and used Apparition. Go back.

The little witch told him seriously and finally concluded: "Only you, not us."

"Yes, yes, it's just me." Loren muttered, rubbed her shoulders, tilted his head and leaned against her, closed his eyes and said vaguely, "Call me when you arrive at the station, and remember to check your luggage. ."

Hermione stiffened for a moment, pursed her lips, lowered her head and looked into Crookshanks' bright yellow eyes:

"Meow~"

The little kitten looks like this, what can be done with him?

Fortunately, the sleeping position was very awkward. Not long after this person's head was resting on her shoulder, she felt her neck was sore. She muttered something and turned her head away, then changed the direction and relaxed her neck.

A few hours later, when the Hogwarts Express arrived in London, it was still dark.

Emerging from platform nine and three-quarters, the noise of King's Cross Station rushed into my ears in an instant, like a tide, and there were various not-so-pleasant smells in the station.

Loren suddenly had a trance-like feeling. They had been talking about storms and human deformation in the snow-covered ancient castle in the morning, but now they were in the simple Muggle world.

People coming and going in the station will never know that a magic train pulled in here a few minutes ago, and there are all kinds of incredible and magical things in the place where the train goes.

Loren did not use magic or open his magic vision, but he felt that he was fundamentally different from these people...

It wasn't until Grandpa Bates's voice reached his ears that Loren came back to his senses.

"Loren! Hermione! Here, here!" Grandpa Bates stood next to a black Ford car, waving his hands happily.

"Grandpa Bates!" The two of them greeted him happily.

"Good children, good children, they have grown taller, especially Hermione, she is even more beautiful!"

Hermione's cheeks turned red as she smiled. Children of this age grow up very quickly. Compared to the beginning of the third grade, both of them had grown up. Fortunately, their parents had prepared their clothes in advance, leaving some margin. So it doesn't look short.

Bates sat in the front seat of the car, and Loren held the car seat behind him. The two chatted excitedly. Loren mainly asked where Bates had been playing in the past six months, how many fish Wendell had caught, and the bank. How much money did you earn from your investment?

Hermione sat in the back row and chatted from time to time, asking how her parents were doing and how many times her father had been scolded by her mother.

When the car drove into Granger's garage, it was completely dark.

Monica and Wendell were waiting for them by the garage. Before the car was completely turned off, Hermione quickly got out of the car, ran all the way and threw herself into her mother's arms. She said coquettishly in a waxy tone: "Mom, I miss you so much. You..."

"Where's Dad, don't you miss Dad?" Wendell said in a hurt tone.

Hermione chuckled, took Wendell's hand and shook it for a while, but did not come out of her mother's arms.

"I'd better go with the boys..." Wendell shook his head in self-pity and walked towards Loren and Bates.

Hermione heard her father's excited voice in the distance: "Loren! You have no idea how big of a fish I caught last week, and it was ice fishing!"

Hermione: "..."

Monica smiled softly, lowered her head and whispered in Hermione's ear.

"Mom!" Hermione complained in a meek voice, her face even redder, and she buried herself in her arms, refusing to come out or answer.

Monica's smile became more obvious. She glanced at Loren from a distance and whispered: "After they leave, we will continue talking tonight and have dinner first."

"Hmm..." Hermione muttered, burying her head in her mother's sweater.

Monica spent the entire afternoon preparing the dinner. There were three pie fillings: apple yam mashed, potato pork, and onion beef; Loren's favorite was apple yam mashed.

There is also stewed meat soup, mushroom stew, roast meat, lamb chops... Christmas is not here yet, so there is no roast turkey.

After dinner.

Monica was clearing the tableware in the kitchen, Wendell was helping. Loren and Hermione were sitting on the sofa to rest. Grandpa Bates came over with a plate of washed wild berries: "I bought it when I was shopping for ingredients in the afternoon. Try it." Try it, it’s valuable.”

Loren squinted his eyes and looked at it again and again: "This berry...why does it look familiar?"

"Yeah, I think so too." Grandpa Bates sat down, "It's just like the berries we picked in the mountains."

It's the same as the one you picked back from fishing last year. It almost made your eyebrows sore.

Loren nodded thoughtfully, took a few and handed them to Hermione: "Try it, the fruit will help digestion after a meal."

Hermione was silent for a while, and finally decided to expose him: "Grandpa Bates also sent me a plate of wild berries last year."

"Really?" Loren exclaimed as if he suddenly understood, "Then don't eat it yet. Last year's wild berries were sour. I'll try it for you first!"

"..."

Hermione looked at him expressionlessly, "What a poor acting skill. You just wanted me to try it first, right?"

"Well, it's sweet this time!"

"..."

The corners of Bates' eyes twitched a few times. This boy of his -

What a shame!

They chatted until late at night. After saying goodbye to the Grangers, Loren followed Grandpa Bates out of the neighbor's house and walked towards his own home.

There is a thick layer of snow on both sides of the road, which looks soft and soft. The goose-yellow light is not bright, but it looks warm. The crystal-clear snowflakes fall slowly in the light. In the quiet night, there seems to be something. The sound of snowflakes blooming.

Probably because he had had a few drinks, Bates laughed inexplicably from time to time and seemed particularly happy.

Loren only felt at peace in his heart, and he deliberately asked: "What, Grandpa Bates, have you caught a big fish too?"

"You said Wendell caught a big fish?" Bates laughed even louder. "That was because he fished too close to other people's fishing holes. The two fishing lines were entangled, and they happened to hook each other when they pulled the fishing rods. The unlucky fish caught it, and Wendell gave the man a dozen pounds just to claim the fish as his.”

"Hahahahaha..."

…

As Christmas approaches, Bates is moving things from the mall to his home every day, moving decorative items to his own home, and moving food and drinks to his neighbor's house next door. It is said that he and Monica prepared a big meal together. He hung colorful streamers on the corridor at home, and even erected a Christmas tree in the living room with small crystal lights hanging on it.

On Christmas morning, Loren was awakened by Crookshanks' claws.

As soon as I opened my eyes, I saw Hermione, a habitual criminal, sitting by the bed again. She was wearing a light pink velvet close-fitting sweater on her upper body. Her waist was slender, showing off her beautiful body lines. She was wearing thick straight pants on her lower body, with the trouser legs exposed. White cotton velvet makes the whole person look much softer.

It doesn't match the conspicuous red scarf around her neck, because it was given by me.

"The gift you give must be enough to offset your guilt, otherwise I will judge you on behalf of justice!" Loren muttered and got up from the bed, pulled his shoes and started to open the gifts piled up on the bedside.

Looking at the silly look on his face as he happily opened the gift, he didn't realize that the gifts they gave each other had collided.

Hermione hummed happily and got up to find Hanhan's mail-order copy of the Daily Prophet.

The largest and most substantial gift box was the candy gift box from Neville. It was so full that it weighed almost a quarter of Hermione, and the two of them together weighed half a Hermione.

"One is a Christmas gift, and the other is a thank-you gift... Neville, this kid, is so honest..."

Mrs. Weasley gave another hand-knitted sweater, dark red, with the Gryffindor lion pattern woven on the chest, as well as a dozen small round mince pies baked at home, some Christmas pastries and a Box of Pralines.

Professor Snape sent some general detoxification and healing potions. Based on the analysis of the materials that Loren could identify, he found that they were worth at least several hundred galleons, which was quite expensive.

Dumbledore sent another book, "Toadstool Tales", written by Lady Atrix Bloxham (1794-1910).

Loren originally thought it was a fable similar to "The Tales of Beedle the Bard", but after flipping through a few pages, he discovered that it was a crappy and beautiful fairy tale that was so sweet that the painting style of the jumping pot in the book was like this :

[Then, little Jin Jin'er jumped happily - bounce, bounce, bounce! ——Standing on tiptoes with rose-colored toes! Little Willyken cured all the dolls' bellies, and Little Pot was very happy. The pot was full of candies, and Little Willyken and the dolls ate as much as they could!

"Don't forget to brush your little teeth!" Xiao Chun'er said loudly.

Little Willie hugged the jumping pot and kissed it, promising that he would always help the dolls and never be a bad-tempered and stubborn old man again. 】

Loren shuddered with nausea and decided to study this masterpiece recommended by Dumbledore if he had the opportunity in the future.

After putting all the messy things away, Loren saw a square package lying underneath. There was a note on the carton, signed by Hermione Granger.