The days of hanging out at Hogwarts

Opening the carton, you will find a pure black cashmere scarf, which is soft to the touch and warm at first sight.

I gave Hermione a scarf, and Hermione gave me a scarf.

What a tacit understanding!

Loren happily put the scarf around his neck, feeling the cashmere gradually warm up under the influence of body temperature. Loren moved towards the girl at the desk: "Although I am very satisfied with this gift, this can only be regarded as a tie between us. , the matter of you breaking into my bedroom without permission is not over yet."

Hermione turned to look at him and pursed her lips.

This man's scarf was in a mess, rolled only a few times around his neck, and his eyes were bright and shining.

She didn't realize it before, but after seeing this look, Hermione felt inexplicably regretful.

Two people preparing the same gift is more or less mediocre.

Hermione reached out and untied his messy scarf and put it on neatly, one by one.

Holding both ends of the scarf, Hermione looked into his eyes and whispered in her heart: Next Christmas, she must prepare better and more special gifts in advance.

Loren didn't notice the girl's little thoughts and let Hermione's hands move back and forth on her neck, and he could smell the faint fragrance of hand cream.

Loren looked at the newspaper on the table curiously: "What are you reading? Is there any news recently?"

Smoothing out a few wrinkles on her scarf, Hermione turned around and replied, "I'm looking to see if there are any reports about Gringotts. If there is a battle, the Daily Prophet should publish some news."

Loren took a closer look, and there were only some useless ads on the page, some idiots who sent themselves to St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Maladies during the Christmas holidays.

He thought seriously for a moment: "Maybe, with only Bellatrix Lestrange alone, so many Aurors and professors from the school, the battle might have ended silently."

"Hmm... it's possible." Hermione fell into thought.

Loren naturally squeezed into a chair with Hermione, stretched out his right hand over her shoulder to flip through the newspaper, and made fun of the contents of the newspaper: "Ha, Flourish and Blotts actually advertised during the Christmas holiday, there are really people Will you buy books during the holidays?"

"Actually, I have some books I want to buy..."

Hermione came back to her senses and suddenly found this man's hand on her shoulder, and she didn't know when she was pulled into his arms.

Swear to Merlin, Hermione wanted to push him away immediately. But there was a strong, indescribable smell on his body, which made Hermione feel a little panicked and inexplicably greedy, so she postponed the idea of ​​pushing him away for a while.

"Then should we go to Diagon Alley to buy it, or should we order it through Owl Mail?" Loren asked pretending to be serious, as if he were having a normal chat, but he couldn't help but grin brightly.

"Everything is fine..." Hermione lowered her head and replied softly.

"Just push him away after a while, push him away after reading the newspaper." Hermione thought to herself.

It's just that the holiday special issue of the Daily Prophet has a lot of content, and the advertisements on it are very funny. The incident of stuffing fireworks into your nose, causing fireworks to keep coming out of your mouth and ears, is also very warning...

Looking over little by little, before I knew it, it was getting bright outside.

Bright daylight entered the room and shone on Hermione's forehead. Hermione, who was intoxicated in the gentle land, suddenly woke up. She stood up and exclaimed: "Oh no, we didn't do the Animagus ritual this morning." !”

"Animagus ritual?" Loren blinked.

It seems that there is such a thing. During the brewing of the secret medicine, every day at sunrise and sunset, the magic wand is pointed at the heart and the incantation is recited.

"Oh, what a pity. It seems that we have to start over from the first step." Loren sighed, speaking in a tone that could not detect any regret, and once again put his arm on Hermione's shoulders, "We Let’s look at this case of detonating a whole deck of explosive cards at the same time..."

"You!" Hermione laughed out of anger.

…

The festive atmosphere at Hogwarts Castle is even more intense. Professor Flitwick and Hagrid together hung up the auditorium with small lanterns shining like stars. Thick ribbons made of holly and mistletoe were decorated with gold and silver threads. , shining with dazzling brilliance. Twelve Christmas trees are decorated with stars and the light of the moon.

Harry and Ron finished opening the presents and took a nap, then went downstairs to the Great Hall after lunch.

The college table was moved to the wall again, and a shorter and wider table was placed in the center of the auditorium. Dumbledore, McGonagall, Snape, Sprout, Flitwick, Hagrid and Professor Trelawney Sitting there was Filch, the administrator.

Filch took off the brown coat he always wore and put on a tuxedo that was old, washed and faded and looked like it was moldy.

There were very few people staying at school this holiday, only three students, two very nervous first-year students, and a slumped-faced fifth-year Slytherin student.

"Merry Christmas! Come sit here!" Dumbledore greeted the little wizards with a smile. "The banquet continues until the end of dinner. You can eat as much pudding as you want."

"Then our stomachs might explode..." Ron whispered in Harry's ear, and the two sat side by side at the end of the table.

Just as they were about to start their meal, Professor Trelawney suddenly let out a low scream: "Thirteen people, thirteen people again!"

"My lord, Merlin, it's like this again..." Professor McGonagall put down the fork in her hand and made a crisp sound. She complained impatiently, "Oh, Sybil, are you sure you want to do this for Christmas? ?”

The little wizards present raised their heads blankly. They didn't know what happened. Why was Professor McGonagall suddenly angry?

Harry had never seen Professor McGonagall like this before, as if the next moment she would jump up and drive Trelawney out of the auditorium, just like driving naughty students out of the classroom and forcing them to stand.

"I don't want to either, Minerva, but there are exactly thirteen people..." Trelawney looked around with a frightened expression and said, "Oh, where is my dear Professor Lupin?"

Only then did Harry notice that Professor Lupin was not on the table.

"The poor man is ill again," said Dumbledore. "It's just in time for Christmas. What a pity."

Harry didn't know if it was his imagination. He always felt that when Principal Dumbledore said this, he glanced at Snape next to him with complicated eyes.

Snape cleared his throat and said calmly: "Eat in peace, Sybil, we are all willing to take risks, just like last time."

"Are you satisfied now, Sybil?" Professor McGonagall said in a spicy tone.

"Oh, I know you don't believe my prophecy, but I still have to say..." Trelawney's tone became less panicked. She glanced at Professor McGonagall coldly, "Minerva, I use my third eye to see." Poor Professor Lupin won't be with us much longer. My Third Eye tells me he's not a good fit for Hogwarts, which is why he's always sick."

Professor McGonagall let out an obvious scoff.

Harry also noticed that Professors Snape, Sprout, and Flitwick had expressions that were a little hard to explain. They probably wanted to laugh, but they didn't show it.

"Okay, Sybil." Dumbledore raised his voice slightly, but still maintained a relaxed and cheerful tone, "I believe Remus is a good fit for Hogwarts. He likes school life and the children welcome him. Him. Severus, have you prepared the potion for him?"

Harry saw a flash of uneasiness on Snape's face: "That's right, Headmaster."

"Very good, then he should be able to get up and move around soon..." Dumbledore smiled, "Drake, have you tried these little sausages? They taste great."

The first-year student who was greeted by Dumbledore blushed and took the plate of sausages with trembling hands.

The banquet officially started, and Harry and Ron ate full of doubts. At the end of dinner, Harry and Ron stood up from the table first, causing Trelawney to scream loudly. She stared at her big scary eyes and asked: "My dear! Which one of you stood up first? Which one?"

Harry and Ron were stunned and stood there numbly.

"That's enough, Sybil, do you have to say it? Today is Christmas!" Professor McGonagall asked coldly.

Professor Trelawney pouted, and the scene was a little stiff for a moment. Hagrid suddenly stood up, walked forward, took Harry and Ron into his arms, and said with a smile: "It's okay, it's okay, I'll take them outside to play for a while. , send them back to the dormitory before lights out."

After saying goodbye to several professors, Harry, Ron and Hagrid walked out of the auditorium and walked towards Hagrid's hut while discussing what had just happened in the auditorium.

Hagrid drank a lot of wine at the banquet, and his moleskin coat smelled of alcohol. The two of them squeezed out of the robes as soon as they left the auditorium. Harry raised his head and looked at Hagrid and asked, "Hagrid, what exactly is Professor Trelawney trying to say? What happened to the thirteen people?"

Hagrid's face turned red and he burped: "It doesn't matter. She always believed that when thirteen people dine together, the first one to stand up will be the first to die. Loren and Hermione were here during the summer vacation. It was the same at dinner...oh, I remember it was Dumbledore and Snape standing up together."

Hagrid suddenly laughed a few times: "Of course this prophecy is false, just like Minerva said, unless there are two axemen standing at the door of the auditorium, ready to chop to death the first person who comes out."

Harry and Ron laughed together.

After leaving the castle, the cold wind carrying snowflakes blew, and Harry and Ron felt that there was ice-cold snow water in their bones, and even the moonlight of the full moon was bitingly cold.

They wanted to say goodbye to Hagrid right here, but they looked at Hagrid who was drunk and staggering as he walked. They decided to send Hagrid to the hut anyway.

After wading through the snow with his neck curled up, Harry recalled Snape's strange behavior and asked, "Hagrid, do you know what's wrong with Professor Lupine?"

"I don't know... maybe she has a cold or a fever. Remus always wears very little when the weather is so cold."

Harry thought for a while and whispered: "Could it be Snape? And Dumbledore also said that he was the one who prepared the medicine for Professor Lupin."

Ron's eyes suddenly widened and he began to think about this possibility.

"How is that possible?" Hagrid shook his dizzy head, "Why did Professor Snape want to harm Remus? Harry, you are starting to think wildly again."

Ron gestured to Harry, and the two of them made a tacit agreement not to mention the matter again. After sending Hagrid back to the hut in the wind and snow, Harry and Ron ran back to the castle as fast as they could and found an empty classroom. Start discussing.

"They had conflicts when they were in school. The old bat must not want Professor Lupine to have a wonderful Christmas." Ron said angrily.

Harry's mind flashed back to Snape's expression at the party, his awkwardness when he mentioned Professor Lupin, and those weird smiles.

After a moment, Harry made a decision: "We have to go see Professor Lupin!"

"I agree!"

The two climbed the stairs and arrived at the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor's office. The old wooden door was padlocked from the outside, indicating that Professor Lupine was not in the office. They went to the school doctor's office again, but there were not many young wizards staying at the school this year. Ms. Pomfrey also went home for the holidays. The door to the school doctor's office was locked, and Professor Lupin was not here either.

"Besides these two places, where else can Professor Lupine go?" Ron asked puzzledly.

Harry thought over and over again about Snape's weird smile, the weirdness of the professors and the principal, and so many doubts pressed in his mind that he became a little flustered. If he couldn't talk to Professor Lupin tonight, Harry felt like he wouldn't be able to sleep.

"The Marauder's Map!" Harry said suddenly. He took out a rectangular piece of old parchment from his arms. Harry pulled out his wand and tapped the parchment. "I solemnly swear that I will not do bad things."

Thin lines of ink spread like a spider web, expanding into every corner of the parchment.

"Why didn't George and Fred give it to me? I'm their biological brother!" Ron complained again.

"Stop talking, help me find Professor Luping,"

Almost all the little wizards have gone home for the holidays, so the previously crowded name signs have become empty, so it doesn't take much effort to find people. The map shows that several professors are still in the auditorium, and Mrs. Norris is running in circles around the auditorium. , Trelawney was hanging around the eighth floor.

Harry and Ron were suddenly stunned. They saw where Professor Lupin was - actually in Hogsmeade!

A series of footsteps disappeared near the Whomping Willow, and the small black dot representing Lupine Remus was now in the Shrieking Shack.

Harry said hesitantly: "George and Fred said that there are seven secret passages in total. In order to prevent Death Eaters and Dementors, most of them have been blocked, leaving only the Whomping Willow... "

"Do you think Professor Lupine was imprisoned in the Shrieking Shack by the old bat, or did he go there on his own?" Ron asked in a low voice, "If he went there on his own, why would he give up delicious food on Christmas?" Where’s the food and the warm fireplace?”

Although Harry didn't want to think about that, having experienced Quirrell and Lockhart as two Defense Against the Dark Arts professors, they could not help but think more about it.

Harry and Ron looked at each other: "Let's go find him!"

"Agree!"