The days of hanging out at Hogwarts

"Look carefully at Hagrid's wooden house. Does the layout look like a prize showroom?"

"It doesn't look like that."

"Do you know how big the trophy room is?"

"I don't know, and I don't want to know."

"The original area of ​​the prize showroom was smaller than Hagrid's wooden house. Later, I found that there was not enough space, so I knocked down the partition walls and merged several rooms together. This is how we have the current prize showroom. Do you know why we need to expand the showroom? "

"..."

"It's just to display the Quidditch Championship Silver Cup. Over the past few hundred years, hundreds of silver cups have been left in Hogwarts. These are witnesses of honor."

Ron's proud eyebrows almost flew out. He turned to look at Harry and Ginny and continued with a wink: "Do you remember the photos of Professor McGonagall when she was a student? Do you remember Harry's father's trophy? Our trophy." It will also stay in the trophy display room. Many years later, when our children enter Hogwarts and clean the display room and wipe the trophies, they will see the names of our team members.”

Harry suddenly thought of a very crucial question: "Why are you so sure that our child will be in solitary confinement?"

Ron was stunned for a moment, as if he was seriously thinking about the answer to the question, and finally asked: "Why not?"

"hiss."

Harry took a breath and actually felt that what he said made sense.

"Do you know what this means?"

Ron took a sip of water to moisten his throat and asked himself, "I'm the captain, I'm the first in line!"

"..."

Ginny sat next to him with an expressionless face and complex and subtle eyes. If Hagrid hadn't asked her to help, she would definitely not have sat here and listened to the idiotic conversation between these two guys. She sighed silently, the taste of which even Legilimency couldn't read.

Why haven't Hermione and Loren come over yet?

…

The setting sun sinks into the horizon, and the afterglow of the setting sun shines on the path leading to the Forbidden Forest, but the fiery red color reveals a sense of tranquility and peace.

Hermione walked side by side beside Loren, her eyes sparkling in the sunset, her red lips pursed together, her mind sinking into the boundless brilliant clouds.

The exams in various subjects have ended, and the summer homework has not yet been assigned. The professors seem to have agreed to let the students relax. The increase in free time has led to more time to go on dates alone. The date locations are carefully selected, in the cool mountains and forests, in the open space. The top of the tower...

Make sure you stay away from crowds and are quiet and undisturbed.

This is both an advantage and a disadvantage. When a couple is alone on a date, kissing is a normal thing. At first, it was just a small taste of water, waiting for the ripples to spread in the heart. When I think back to the memory at that time, I still feel that it is very beautiful. It’s just that after we’ve been together for a long time, it’s inevitable that we want to be closer.

Hermione could feel the change inside her.

As mentioned in the letter she wrote to her mother at the beginning of the relationship, she did not reject that feeling. She could usually restrain the two of them with her reason, but as her love grew stronger, it inevitably overflowed, and her sober will was sinking. , and now she is not sure how long this restraint can last.

If it were Loren...

Hermione had received adolescent love education from her mother. She had heard many cases, about those stories that happened every year in ordinary high schools. Some ignorant girls would call the dentist when they were at a loss, not to mention the wizarding world. According to wizards' rules, Custom, she was even an adult.

Fortunately, they are both rational people. Even when she was temporarily unable to make a correct judgment, Loren was able to stop at the right time, although it was by grabbing the squirrel's nuts, and he seemed to really want to taste the squirrel. Nutty flavor.

"I heard that Hagrid didn't invite Grawp to this dinner party."

"Graup was invited to visit the centaurs tribe. They were renovating the cave some time ago. Graop helped them move stones, which saved a lot of time."

"I wonder how many ingredients the centaur tribe has prepared and whether they are enough for Grawp to eat."

"Speaking of this, I don't mean to be discriminatory. Since there are hybrid giants, do you think there are hybrid centaurs? Can giants and centaurs mix? Can giants and fairies mix?"

"..."

Hermione walked beside this man, listening to him talking about nonsensical things and asking her stupid questions from time to time. The path leading to the Forbidden Forest was as ordinary as ever, compared to the thousands of sunsets she had experienced in the past, and Of the countless sunsets she would experience in the future, today's sunset was not special, but she was sure that she would remember it for many years to come.

…

Approaching the Forbidden Forest along the path, before seeing the wooden house, Yaya's brisk barking was already heard, and the enthusiastic hound jumped up on its four short legs and circled merrily around the two people's trouser legs. Ginny, who followed behind, was even happier, showing an expression of finally being relieved.

"Hermione! Loren! Thank Merlin, you are finally here."

"Hasn't the class been suspended? Ginny, why do you look like you have been tortured by Professor Binns?"

"Believe me, these two guys are more annoying than Professor Binns."

"Did they practice Legilimency while looking at each other affectionately in front of you?"

"I'd rather they look at each other affectionately, as long as I can shut them up, at least Legilimency won't stuff bad dialogue into my head!"

"..."

Listening to the loud whispers of the two girls, Loren glanced at the two people who were still chatting about the trophy on the display cabinet, shook his head, and walked towards Hagrid who was preparing dinner. Fortunately, he never said that in front of the girls. Stupid nonsense.

"Good evening Hagrid!"

"Hey Loren!"

Hagrid greeted him with a smile. He was sitting on a tree stump at this time. The half-blood giant flipped a pile of pumpkins with his palms like a fan. He looked left and right and searched for a long time before choosing one.

Loren was watching from the side. Suddenly he remembered something related to the pumpkin field and couldn't help asking: "Hagrid, I remember Aragog was buried under the pumpkin field, right?"

Hagrid paused and whispered: "Don't worry, Loren. This batch of pumpkins grow fast and well not because of this. I changed the new variety and exchanged it with a drunk traveler at the Hog's Head Bar."

"Then where did you plant it?"

Hagrid was silent for a while: "Next to Aragog's grave."

"Oh..."

Loren nodded with a complicated expression.

The soil near the cemetery is always more fertile. This is a very natural thing. In fact, you don't have to care so much, especially in the Forbidden Forest that respects nature. Large animals eat each other. Most animals are initially decomposed by the digestive system and then turned into nutrients. It is a very lucky thing that they can be buried in the soil and decomposed directly by microorganisms after they die of old age.

Just thinking that Aragog was once a spider with a head and face and could speak human language, this feeling is inevitably a little subtle.

Especially tonight's pumpkin is particularly sweet.