The days of hanging out at Hogwarts

It was mid-June, the height of summer, but the low hills next to the North Tower were cool.

The sky was a deep and pure aqua blue. Looking far into the distance, the emerald green and blue at the end of the field of vision were clearly distinguished, like a colorful oil painting.

Squirrels rustled in the branches of the Scots pine treetops. They seemed to have noticed that the people who were taking shelter from the heat under the tree were drowsy and did not take them seriously at all. So they relaxed after moving a few pine cones, hid behind the leaves by clinging to the branches, and stared at the young couple under the tree with their bean-sized black eyes.

No need to worry about exams or the current situation. Spread a floral cloth mat, put out iced fruit snacks, and use transfiguration to transform the tree roots into a comfortable rattan chair. The world has become beautiful.

Compared to the shore of the Black Lake, this place is more secluded. No need to worry about someone yelling at the tentacles of the giant squid, no need to worry about someone flying over the lake on a broom and causing cheers and screams when falling into the water.

"That's all Professor Babel asked me to tell you." Miss Granger, who had finished all the exams, dragged out her voice slightly, gently and thinly, with a little laziness of afternoon fatigue. "The specific work content has not been determined yet, and a written invitation will be issued after graduation next year. The Egyptian Alchemy Research Center noticed you based on the products of Weasley's Hocus Pocus, and the Beauxbatons Board of Directors also participated in the decision-making. Do you think they know about the relationship between Mr. Nicolas Flamel and you?"

"It doesn't matter if they know or not." Loren's tone became more weak, his eyes narrowed slightly, and the quiet and cool atmosphere in the mountains and forests made people relax unconsciously.

"Do you think this is what Madam Maxime wants?"

"I don't know."

"Do you want to go to Egypt to study alchemy after graduation?"

"I don't have this idea for the time being."

"Why?"

"Because someone wants me to be her colleague and go to work and go home with her."

"My expectations are not a constraint on you, and should not be the standard for your career choice, Loren, you should choose what you really love and what you want to do from the bottom of your heart as a long-term career." Hermione sat up, frowned slightly, and stared at him seriously.

"After graduation, I want to stay at home, but Grandpa Bates doesn't agree."

"I don't agree either!" Hermione glared at him.

Loren didn't care, shook his head, grabbed a strawberry and put it in his mouth. Compared with the perfect strawberry transformed by the old wand, this kind of sour and sweet, even with broken skin, tastes better.

"It seems like we're about to graduate in the blink of an eye. The sixth grade is over and we've got our Apparition certificate. I still remember when we first experienced Apparition, Professor McGonagall took us to buy new things. You cried so hard that your nose was full of snot, and you stupidly asked if the school would teach this."

Hearing the first half of the sentence, Hermione showed a faint nostalgic expression, but the second half of the sentence was wrong. The girl was so angry that her teeth itched: "When did I cry so hard that my nose was full of snot?!"

"1991, August... cough cough."

Seeing the girl clench her fists, Loren paused and said tactfully Changing the subject: "There are three days left before the year-end dinner, and the holiday is coming soon. Have you thought about where to go this summer vacation?"

Hermione thought carefully for a moment and shook her head: "It's better not to go out. After the battle that night, Voldemort must hate you to death, and he may still be thinking about the Elder Wand. The matter of the Death Eaters has not been completely resolved, and they may attack at any time. It is safer for us to stay at home. We have to persuade Grandpa Bates to go out as little as possible when we go back."

"You are right..."

The girl who kept mumbling was particularly charming, and Loren couldn't help but glance at Hermione beside him.

The final exams were completely over, and this semester was basically over. The girl also changed out of the standard magic robe and now wore a short-sleeved shirt. The soft and flowing silk material showed her figure very well. The lower body was a light-colored printed skirt. She sat on a rattan chair with her knees hugged, revealing half of her white and tender calves.

The girl rested her chin on her knees, tilted her head slightly, and her smart eyes did not blink.

"Have I ever told you that you look good in a skirt?"

Hermione pursed her lips and looked away calmly: "Maybe you are used to your usual magic robes, and you find it novel to change into this outfit."

"Is that so..."

Loren thought for a moment and asked again, "Then have I ever told you that you look good in your usual appearance?"

Hermione did not answer. She could clearly feel the man's gaze. The furry gaze fell on her body, and the place where it brushed was slightly itchy. The gaze seemed to be mixed with the summer heat, and it was still heating up. At first it was only slightly warm, and later it became a little hot.

Inexplicable shyness escaped.

"..."

There was a subtle sound of leaves shaking in the tree. The little squirrel hiding in the tree and peeking shyly covered his eyes, then spread his claws and looked quietly through his fingers. His black eyes were bright and he didn't blink.

...

On the shore of the Black Lake.

The cheerful laughter continued.

The tentacles of the giant squid stretched out of the water, attracting a group of young wizards to come over curiously. Then the tentacles suddenly fell down, hitting the water surface with a violent splashing sound, and waves dozens of feet high splashed. A local rainstorm instantly fell nearby, and the students who came to join in the fun were soaked all over.

The giant squid made an indescribable cry and sank happily into the water, with ripples caused by the shaking of its tentacles.

The laughter and screams mixed together, a carefree sound.

The final exams are over. There are no heavy homework and no need to worry about the Death Eaters. The young wizards haven't been so relaxed for a long time.

Harry pulled Ginny to sit under the beech tree and explained to her the various techniques of Legilimency. Men and women practiced together, and the progress was very slow.

When practicing Legilimency and looking at each other, the two of them always had the scene of the date in their minds, and then the atmosphere became subtle. Both of them couldn't calm down. They should have stared at each other's eyes, but their eyes unconsciously shifted down.

"..."

Once again, Ginny looked at her boyfriend with a distracted look, and finally couldn't help it. She pulled his collar and pulled him over. After confirming the picture in her mind, she let go of her hand after having enough fun, and exhaled: "We can't practice anymore, it's a complete waste of time."

"It's not a waste of time." Harry whispered.

"Then why not find a place to date!" Ginny rolled her eyes at him, "You should go practice with Ron, at least you two won't be unable to help looking at each other..."

Ginny paused and asked uncertainly: "Are you sure you won't?"

"Of course not!"

Harry opened his eyes wide, his expression indignant, feeling seriously offended.

"If you won't, then you won't, why are you so excited..."

Ginny muttered to herself, stood up and patted the dust on her knees, "Let's go, the sun is about to set, Hagrid is still waiting for us."