days at Hogwarts

Chapter 576 The Sun in Early September
The second weekend in September.

Hogwarts Library.

Loren sat by the window, tapping the parchment with a quill between his fingers, on which he copied his homework for Charms.

The rainy day had cleared up. The sun of early September was lazily hanging on the clouds, and the scattered sunlight was shining with brilliant gold. The remaining shadows of summer had completely disappeared, and it was not hot at all. Loren wore a short-sleeved shirt inside and a magic robe outside. His naturally curly hair swayed in the breeze. The autumn sun was very comfortable. He couldn't help but glance at the Quidditch field not far away.

The Gryffindor players were floating in the air, constantly hitting the Quaffle towards the ring. The faces of the small figures were almost invisible, and it was impossible to tell who they were, but one could tell from their movements alone - the one who was flailing around in a messy posture was the new goalkeeper Ron; the one who kept washing the goalkeeper with the Quaffle and laughing unscrupulously from time to time was the twin brothers...

Hermione's mumbling lingered in my ears. The little witch had a habit of muttering when she was writing papers. It was said that it helped her organize her thoughts.

"The basic principle of the summoning spell..."

"Compared to speeding up the chanting speed, optimizing the casting action brings more obvious benefits. Here, I quote Ms. Miranda Goshawk's "Universal Optimization Ritual Based on the Principles of Primary Standard Spells". According to the different characteristics of each person, we can explore the most suitable casting action for each person, so as to achieve the best casting effect. This idea is also in line with "Basic Spells for Busy and Irritated Wizards"..."

It sounds like writing a high-scoring paper is going to be very troublesome.

Loren casually wrote down several main arguments and keywords on a piece of draft paper. His mind raced, and he finished a paper in less than three minutes. After thinking it over and making sure there were no problems, he immediately started writing on the parchment.

It's just that the original text was 20 inches, and he took the dross and removed the essence to simplify it to 8 inches. In the end, he even put down his pen before Hermione.

After Hermione finished her Charms homework, she went back to check it, then took out the Arithmancy questions, dipped her quill pen in ink and started to calculate.

Hermione was wearing a gray and white wool sweater, which highlighted her slender arms and shoulders. The autumn sunlight reflected an even brighter golden color on her sweater, and her fair face seemed to be glowing.

Loren looked at the length of the parchment, thought for a moment, and couldn't help but reach out to cover her question.

Hermione was stunned for a moment, raised her head and tilted it slightly, giving him a puzzled look.

"The weather is so nice, let's go out and bask in the sun!"

"..."

Before Hermione had time to think carefully, she was pulled to her feet in a daze. Sensing Madam Pince's oppressive gaze, she did not struggle strongly.

The paper, pen, and ink on the table packed themselves up. Loren carried the schoolbag in one hand and held the girl's hand with the other. He walked out of the library, went down the marble stairs, turned into the hallway, and the world in front of him suddenly became bright.

Walking into the open space from the somewhat dim hallway, the bright sunshine was somewhat dazzling. The grass leaves still looked vibrant, dotted with sparkling dewdrops, and looked exceptionally crisp and tender. The hydrangeas clinging to the low wall were still in bloom, with large petals and a bright blue color.

Loren stood next to the roses planted in the castle grounds and shook the girl's hand:
"They are decorations left over from last year's Christmas ball."

"Ah."

Hermione smiled with her lips pursed. She was a little reluctant to be pulled out by him at first, but now she felt that it was very good, with sunny weather and people with bright smiles.

"I heard that Professor Flitwick left it here specially."

“It’s not grown very well.”

“It looks good this way, too.”

“That’s right…” The red and white roses in the bushes were of different sizes, blooming in a mess. Although there were not many of them, there was a beauty of wanton growth.

In such weather, holding hands with such a person, strolling along the path, it seemed like they had walked a long way in the blink of an eye, and when they came to their senses, they had arrived at the edge of the Quidditch field. Loren and Hermione found a seat with a good view in the audience and sat down, leaning back on the cushions, stretching their legs, stretching their muscles lazily, and watching leisurely.

Professor McGonagall and the narrator's positions are indeed different.

Harry and Ginny were flying around on their brooms, not very fast. Harry said something from time to time and Ginny listened with sparkling eyes. It didn't seem like they were doing seeker training, but rather had a sweet chat.

Tsk, I hate those young couples who are not doing their job and are just flirting!
Loren tilted his head and moved his gaze toward the scoring circle.

Angelina led the players to feed the ball to Ron. When the ball was hit from this side, Ron hurriedly saved the ball and hit it back from the other side in the blink of an eye. George and Fred sincerely wanted to train their younger brother, and the various angles of hitting the ball were so tricky that Ron ran all over the court and did not dare to relax for a moment.

"Ah……"

Loren's eyes were dazzled and he yawned.

Hermione's eyes passed over the court and looked at the higher and farther sky. Those cotton-like clouds were coated with a layer of gold by the sun. When you stare at the clouds, you will feel that they are still, but when you look away and look back after a while, you can clearly find that they have moved.

"Hehe... Do you feel like these clouds are playing statues with you? When you're not paying attention, they suddenly stand up and run a long way."

"..."

Hermione didn't take it seriously. She thought about his thoughts for a while and found it very interesting. She couldn't help laughing.

The two of them sat side by side in the commentary booth at the stadium, watching the twins teasing Ron, Harry and Ginny giggling not far away, and occasionally looking up at the clouds above their heads, watching them float to the horizon when they were not paying attention, watching the golden edges gradually spread across the entire cloud, and the golden sun turned into a brilliant orange.

The afternoon passed slowly like this.

The Quidditch team's practice also ended.

Loren and Hermione walked down the auditorium and walked back slowly along the way they came. Everything in their sight was coated with a layer of golden sunset, and it was a different scene. The players, their sweat-soaked robes, handed their brooms to Harry and returned them. They changed their clothes in the locker room and returned to the castle with laughter and scolding all the way.

On the other side, Harry was left behind, walking in silence.

A gentle voice suddenly sounded from behind: "Why don't you catch up?"

"Dumbledore?"

Harry turned around in surprise and saw the old headmaster in a grey robe walking behind him, looking down at him with a smile, his silver-white hair and beard dyed golden by the setting sun.

"Your best friend, closest teammate, and the girl you like are in front of you. Why don't you catch up with them?" Dumbledore put his hand on his shoulder and asked softly.

"I... I don't know either..." Harry's cheeks flushed slightly. The big hand on his shoulder brought him a sense of security and assurance, as if it dispelled the uneasiness of being suddenly alone after a happy time.

"In this case, you can only talk to an old man like me."

(End of this chapter)