days at Hogwarts

Chapter 796: The End of Student Life

"What should you choose for question 4? Who founded the Law Enforcement Department, Perseus Parkinson or Eldridge Diggory?"

"Uh, it's Ulric Gamp."

"Gamp!? Isn't he a wizard in the field of Transfiguration?"

"You must be talking about Gamp's Law of Transfiguration. That's another Gamp."

"Damn it, couldn't they pick a special name?"

"..."

"Boom, boom..."

Loren stood in the corridor outside the examination room, chewing a hazelnut snack while listening to the students around him discussing their answers. He was smiling and had a happy expression, enjoying the exam in every sense of the word.

Seeing Hermione walk out of the classroom, he didn't stop talking. He took out a handful of hazelnuts from his coat pocket and handed them to Hermione who was approaching slowly: "You are really thorough. You have to wait until the bell rings for such a simple magic thing to be handed in. Miss Granger has been in school for seven years, and she still looks like a child when she returns."

“The final exposition took time.”

Hermione took the hazelnut from his palm, put it in her mouth and tasted it, and was slightly silent: "If I remember correctly, this is the snack I bought for Hanhan last week."

"hey-hey……"

Loren grinned twice: "Is it delicious?"

"..."

It tastes really good.

Hermione couldn't overcome her psychological barrier, so she silently put the remaining hazelnuts back into his pocket and calmly brought the topic back to the exam: "How did you answer the last essay question?"

"I read the question and roughly calculated the score. I found that I could get the certificate without that question, so I just didn't write it."

"..."

The students in the corridors gradually dispersed, and the seventh-grade graduates scattered throughout the school. With relief and relaxation as the exams were over, they enjoyed the sight of touring the school in the evening. After the last exam was over, some smart students had realized that the time they stayed in school had begun to count down.

If nothing unexpected happens, it will be difficult to come back here again.

Many students were walking downstairs, wanting to walk around the courtyard and the shore of the Black Lake, breathe in the fresh air, and savor this extremely special feeling that should only happen once in a lifetime.

Loren and Hermione walked upstairs and unknowingly reached the top of the tower.

Sitting on the edge of the outer wall, Loren was still muttering about the exam he had just taken: "...I handed in my paper early and came out to wait for you, but I noticed that you were so absorbed in the questions that I went to the courtyard to bask in the sun for a while."

"Are you really not going to write anything on it?"

Hermione sat beside him, her legs hanging naturally, swaying gently in the breeze. "For example, your plan, the new space-shifting device, the irreconcilable conflict between Muggles and wizards, and the demands of other magical creatures... maybe we can convince them to help at the International Wizarding Conference."

"It's not necessary. Their help can speed up the process. Their unwillingness to help can't stop me. Why waste so much time and effort?"

Hermione's eyes flickered: "Is Mr. Morgan showing his dictatorial thinking?"

"emmm..."

Loren chewed the hazelnut in his mouth and swallowed it. He looked up at Hermione who was secretly watching his expression and fed her a hazelnut to block her mouth: "If you can't speak, you don't have to speak."

Hermione remained unmoved, pursing her lips.

"Ok?"

Loren immediately became interested. He reached out his other hand and pinched the white nose. Soon he pried open the hard mouth.

Unfortunately, the teeth were tightly closed, and the hazelnut was still blocked out. Loren couldn't think of any other solution in a short time, so he could only sacrifice himself to influence this cold and hard mouth, and this time it didn't take long to pry it open.

Not only is it not hard, it is also fragrant and soft.

This kind of hazelnut is processed by special methods, going through multiple processes of drying, baking and frying, with salt, sugar, cream and spices added in the middle, and finally packaged with magic shelling. It is also a high-end snack among the owl community. It has a rich milky aroma, and the collision of the salty and sweet tastes creates a wonderful feeling. It is really delicious.

……

It was mid-June, the hottest time of the year. The nights at Hogwarts were still filled with heat, mixed with the excitement of students as their exams were over, and the heat was still sizzling late into the night.

After saying goodnight to the Fat Lady, I went into the portrait hole. The noise in the common room was still going on. Dozens of candles were floating under the ceiling, and the torches and oil lamps on the walls were still lit. The various colors of light made the room as bright as day. In this lively atmosphere, the roar of wizard chess, the scream of Gobstone spraying acid, and the cheers of Quidditch on the table were intertwined, all of which burst into a long-lasting laughter, which was not harsh at all.

Such excitement happens every year, lasting for several days until the eve of the year-end party.

As soon as Loren and Hermione, who came back late, walked into the common room, they were pulled to sit by the window. They were all friends they knew, and it was surprising that Harry and Ron did not participate in the games of wizard chess and Quidditch. Everyone sat together and chatted, looking back on the past. They had sat here many times on the night of returning to school after the holidays, and it was the same scene. Now thinking about it, I can only sigh with emotion.

Then Loren exposed him: "You were obviously catching up on your homework at that time."

"..."

The scene was a little awkward, but luckily everyone tacitly agreed not to say anything and just let it go.

I don't know why, but when we talked about the night, we talked about astronomy, and when we talked about astronomy, we thought about stargazing in our first year and returning to the dormitory. When we passed by the corridor, we ran into Professor Quirrell. The topic gradually turned from Quirrell's turban to curses in the Defense Against the Dark Arts class, and then to the current Professor Lupin...

"I remember that year when Professor Lupin first came to school, he took the express train with us, and we ran into the Dementors."

"The first time he came to the school should be when he was a student."

"Yes..."

"After so many Defense Against the Dark Arts professors, I still think Professor Lupin is the most suitable."

"Professor Bagshot is not bad either. He speaks very philosophically."

“I think fourth-year professor Moody was the most profound.”

"right?"

"..."

It seemed as if there were endless topics to talk about, as if this party would never end.

After chatting until the early morning, Loren felt a little sleepy and stood up and yawned:
"I went back to the dormitory to sleep."

"It's only one o'clock now, let's chat for a few hours and watch the sunrise."

"The sun rises every day. What's so good about it?"

"..."

Hermione turned her head and glanced at him.

"Save some energy for tomorrow. If possible, say goodbye to Knight Cadogan and Sir Nicholas and chat with the professors. The exams are over and the grades can be estimated. You can do another career consultation. If the grades are not up to standard, ask about recommendation letters."

Loren yawned lazily, pulled Hermione away, said good night to each other at the bottom of the stairs, walked up the steps slowly, and his figure gradually disappeared, as if the noise could not affect them at all, like a unique flag.

The students sitting around the window looked at each other and scratched their heads.

I used to feel that they were more mature, and their perspectives and levels of cognition seemed different from theirs. Now this feeling is even stronger.

(End of this chapter)