The days of hanging out at Hogwarts

Loren and Hermione sat down next to them, and Hermione asked curiously: "Harry, did you go to the office to tell the principal about Professor Trelawney's prophecy? What did Principal Dumbledore say?"

Harry slowly came back to his senses, remained silent for a moment, slowly recounted the situation at that time, and finally concluded with a complicated expression: "Dumbledore... didn't seem to say anything..."

Ron retorted in a low voice: "No, he said a lot, but it didn't sound like he said anything."

The two murmured some nonsense, and Ron finally accused angrily, "That's how adults are, they always treat us like children and don't want to say anything to us! It was obvious that Harry heard the prophecy first, and we all Willing to share with him..."

Loren spread his hands towards Hermione, as if that was indeed the case.

Neville's voice suddenly came from the side: "You are finally back... Phew... come on, I'll take out all the remaining snacks!"

Loren and the others turned around to look, and Neville's magic robe could be faintly seen behind the pile of snacks. He walked over with a small mountain of snacks in his arms. He bent down slightly and picked up all kinds of snacks and candies. He fell onto the table among several people.

The pink coconut sorbet sparkles, the licorice wands and cockroach cartons are piled in a pile, the sizzling honey candy exudes the sweet fragrance...

"Wow……"

Ron took a breath and his eyes began to shine. He put his hands into the pile of snacks and sighed: "I don't care, even if Dumbledore comes to me now to discuss a plan to deal with Voldemort, I have to put all this in my stomach." Say it again."

Neville stood grinning.

Loren opened a box of cockroaches and handed them to Hermione, who was pushed away in disgust. He handed them to Harry, who bit the bullet and ate a few.

Chewing the candy and feeling the juice splashing in his mouth, Harry sighed happily. Many emotions suddenly rose in his heart. He lay on the back of the sofa and sighed: "Third grade is over..."

"To be precise, there's still a week left until the end."

Ignoring Hermione's untimely rigor, Harry continued to sigh: "We will be fourth years next year."

"Kaka..."

Loren bit into a pile of cockroaches.

"Crack, click, click..."

Ron and Neville bit off the licorice wands.

Even Hermione started to taste the sizzling honey candy.

Listening to the sound of eating snacks that kept ringing in his ears, Harry paused, held his breath and raised his voice: "It's amazing to think about it, my friends, we have spent so much time at Hogwarts without knowing it. It’s been three years—”

"Loren, do you want to play cards?"

Seamus came over shouting: "It's no fun to play with them. No one plays cards seriously. They just want to see me get bombed!"

Next to him was Dean, holding the Crackle and Gobstone in his hand, his loud voice easily overpowering Harry's sighs.

Loren and Ron responded:

"beat!"

"Count me in!"

"..."

Harry looked a little sad.

An area for playing cards was quickly cleared on the table, and Seamus' screams of pain and the laughter of others quickly merged into the overall atmosphere of the common room, which was even more lively than the Halloween party.

At the card table, Seamus' performance was as stable as ever. He was beaten so hard that he couldn't stand it after only two hands. In the end, he ran away in embarrassment to play Gobstone.

Even Hermione came on for a few games.

The exams are over, and the homework, memorization, copying, and practical exercises of the school year have all gone away from the little wizards. The results are still uncertain, and the summer homework has not been handed out yet. This is almost the most relaxing moment of the year.

It wasn't until past midnight that the noise and laughter in the common room calmed down a bit.

Ron carefully folded the cards and put them into the carton, making sure there was no explosion in the whole process. He breathed a sigh of relief, sat down and turned around and asked, "Loren, Hermione, do you have any plans for the holidays?"

Loren handed a piece of potato chips to Hermione's mouth and looked at him with some confusion: "Why don't you ask Harry?"

"I have told him my arrangements..." Harry explained, "I have to stay at my aunt and uncle's house for a month. This is what I promised Principal Dumbledore."

"But... you... weren't... last year..." Hermione gestured, indicating that he had a falling out with his uncle and ran away from home last year.

Harry shrugged, "I got a gift from them for Christmas, some banknotes and a card, which I guess means reconciliation."

He continued to talk about his holiday arrangements: "If everything goes well and I don't blow any of my relatives to the sky, I can probably stay at Privet Drive until school starts... If things don't go well, I might go to the Leaky Cauldron. I lived in the bar for a while and to be honest, I was quite happy living there.”

"You can't live in the Leaky Cauldron!" Ron happily hugged his neck and shook his shoulders a few times, "You have to accompany us to watch the Quidditch World Cup!"

Harry hurriedly protected his glasses: "World Cup?"

"You will know when the time comes!" Ron said proudly, and he turned to look to the other side, "And you, Loren and Hermione, my parents have long wanted to invite you to my house!"

"Sorry Ron." Loren fed a marzipan into Hermione's mouth, "We plan to go to the United States to see the International Federation of Wizards during the summer vacation."

Ron waved his hand indifferently: "This is not a conflict. The International Confederation of Wizards has ended when the Quidditch World Cup starts, and my father is the director of the Department for Prohibiting the Misuse of Muggle Items at the Ministry of Magic. He will also go to the International Confederation of Wizards." The federation may speak as a representative.”

Mr. Weasley and the International Federation of Wizards... are really hard to associate with one another.

Loren nodded: "Okay, thank your parents for the invitation for us."

"Actually..." The silent Neville suddenly spoke, "My parents will also go to the United States. They are going to capture the female Death Eater, Bellatrix Lestrange."

"Go capture Bellatrix! Oh my God!"

Ron couldn't help but widen his eyes: "Is it just the two of them, Neville? I mean, they suffered a loss many years ago. They should make more preparations this time, such as calling the American Auror, What do you think?"

Hermione looked at him worriedly: "Yes, Neville, maybe you don't know yet. Bellatrix and her master Voldemort are over there. I don't know what conspiracy they are planning, and there may be some vicious ones." The werewolf wizard and the Crabbe bad guys help."

The atmosphere among the few people suddenly became tense, and everyone looked at Neville nervously.

After his parents woke up, Neville suddenly blossomed with dazzling brilliance. He became no longer timid and shy, no longer clumsy and forgetful. He showed outstanding talents in many places. He was the first to summon the physical patron saint, and was the first to summon the physical patron saint. Complete the Animagus...

Everyone watched Neville's changes. They may not have met Neville's parents, but they didn't want Neville to become what he was before.

Loren picked up the cup and took a sip of the ice-cold pumpkin juice, falling into deep thought.

The Longbottoms are senior Aurors and the backbone of the Order of the Phoenix. Their strength should not be inferior, and they will not be inferior to Bellatrix Lestrange. Many years ago, the two of them were attacked, and there was a conflict between the enemy and the enemy. …

But this time, the two of them were still at odds with each other. Coupled with the unfamiliar environment, they had no chance of winning.

I wonder if Dumbledore knows about this and will he stop the reckless couple.

If you look at it this way, the Longbottoms should also be from Gryffindor...

Neville's lips pressed together tightly and he was silent for a long time. He said solemnly: "Thank you, I will tell them and my grandma about these situations!"

Several people breathed a sigh of relief.

Seamus and Dean sat silently next to them, shrank quietly into the corner, they glanced at each other quietly, and then quickly looked away.

Is this what warriors are chatting about?

Hey, that’s exciting!

There is another update in the early morning. I am a bit busy at work at the end of the year and the updates are unstable. I bow and apologize to the readers.

I will definitely add more updates after the holiday [True (hua) Cheng (bing)]