The days at Hogwarts

The days at Hogwarts

Author: Strange Fennel Bean

Summary:

　My dear grandpa turned out to be a werewolf, the truth about the Philosopher's Stone, and the back-up plans of the four founders.

None of this affected Loren's ability to be a good person, to have fun with Seamus, to exchange experiences with the twins, to comment on Quidditch in a weird way...

This is a story about messing around at Hogwarts.

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First Transfiguration Lesson

Loren: Look at that cat up there. It looks like it's really nice to touch.

Hermione: My heart is beating. In short, my heart is beating.

five minutes later

Hermione: Loren!!!

(ps: The three little ones are the same age, they don’t quite follow the main storyline of the original novel, there is no system, and I try my best not to be ooc.)

Chapter 1 Loren Morgan

Chapter 1 Loren Morgan

November 1981, Hampshire, England.

On the bustling streets of the city, the gradually distributed vendors look at every passerby with expectation, especially those who have just come out of the cinema next door. It is normal for them to buy some snacks like puffs on the way home, or bring small items like hairbands for their children.

Near the end of the street, the Morgan family of three were still reminiscing about this happy day.

"It's a perfect day, Mrs. Morgan. Maybe I can invite you to spend next weekend with me." The man walking on the left holding the child was probably in his twenties. He was handsome and had an unstoppable smile on his face as he spoke.

"Well, Mr. Morgan, that's a good suggestion, but I have to think about it carefully." The beautiful woman next to him stuffed the last cream puff into her mouth and swallowed it. She put both hands around the man at the same time and rubbed his sleeves gently a few times when he wasn't paying attention.

The two looked at each other and laughed.

Loren, who was lying in the man's arms, was speechless. Similar scenes had been repeated over and over again in the year since he came to this world. It was so disgusting that it was unbearable.

He hummed a few times with the lactose in his mouth, changed into a comfortable position and planned to continue sleeping. Even though he had the soul of an adult, this body was just that of a one-year-old child.

The happy scene did not last long.

"Peter! You will pay for your actions!"

The roar came from behind the young couple, making people's ears hurt, and the voice was filled with tremendous anger.

A short and fat figure in a gray suit quickly rushed out, passed the young couple, turned around the corner and disappeared.

Turning around, I saw a tall and thin man with messy beard and hair, bloodshot eyes, staring straight ahead, holding a thin little wooden stick in his hand. The roar just now was made by him.

The young couple on the roadside were a little at a loss. They looked at each other and tacitly stepped away.

Loren suddenly felt a strong sense of uneasiness and panic. Goose bumps spread from the back of his neck to his scalp, and his heartbeat was so fast that he could even hear it.

"Run!" he babbled.

boom!

A powerful shock wave erupted from the corner of the street, blowing up the surrounding houses, splattering mud and rocks, lifting up the bricks and stones on the floor, exposing the sewer opening, just like an earthquake.

For a moment, little Loren only saw his father protecting him and his mother. His mother hid him under her body, and her sky blue skirt blocked his view.

Loren's eyes glowed with blue light, which spread from the pupils and covered the originally black eyes.

Sirius looked sideways, somewhat surprised that such a young child had a magical riot, but it didn't matter, damn Peter...

The warm and sticky liquid seeped into Loren's clothes, and then he fainted.

……

"This is too cruel, Crouch. This damn Death Eater almost blew up an entire street, killing twelve Muggles and Peter Pettigrew. He even had only one finger left." Cornelius Fudge, who was wearing a pinstriped suit, said as he looked at the scene, with fear still in his eyes.

When he arrived, Sirius Black was standing in this purgatory-like scene, laughing strangely.

Standing next to him was Barty Crouch. A big incident happened yesterday, and they hadn't slept all night. Even so, he still wore a straight tie and combed his hair neatly.

These damn Death Eaters must go to Azkaban and he must be given a Dementor's kiss, he muttered to himself.

"Handle it according to the provisions of the Statute of Secrecy, and communicate with the Muggle government to give some compensation to the deceased..." He came to his senses and calmly gave orders one by one.

The Aurors around were delighted and methodically cleared the Muggles' memories.

Voldemort had fallen, and all would be well, they thought.

……

June 1985, Sir William Hillier's Home for Children in Hampshire.

Five-year-old Loren Morgan is helping Sister Joyce sort the donated clothes. Here, older children can help share some of the less strenuous chores. They know that those who behave well are more likely to be adopted.

"Sister Joyce, when will Mr. Bumble come back?" Loren missed Mr. Bumble, the canteen manager who gave him food from time to time. After he left, Loren felt a little dizzy from time to time, and he guessed it was anemia caused by malnutrition.

Hearing the name of the murderer, Joyce's expression froze, and then she comforted him softly, "Mr. Bumble has gone on a long journey, and he probably won't come back to work in our welfare home in the future."

Loren felt a little sad that the free food source was gone.

"Then can we not eat potatoes tonight?" Loren felt that he had not eaten as many potatoes in the past twenty years as he had in recent years.

"Well, maybe we can cook potatoes in a different way. Do you have any good suggestions?" Joyce knew that the food in the welfare home was barely enough, and more money would be used to buy coal and clothes for the winter.

Little Loren sighed, frowned, and didn't respond.

Joyce looked at the little person in front of her, his blue crystal eyes drooping, and he looked just as sad as an adult, which she found funny.

"People from the church and the government came today and are talking to Ms. Maggie. Maybe we will have new food." Joyce comforted her. Or maybe it was to deal with the incident last month, she thought to herself.

Before he finished speaking, there was a knock on the door.

"Joyce, bring Loren out to hear some good news!" The lady at the door's voice was also filled with joy.

The best news you can hear in an orphanage is that they are bringing their children with them. Such words made Joyce guess something. She immediately pulled Loren up and ran out of the house.

"Ms. Maggie, what's the good news?" Joyce asked anxiously.

"Come with me," replied Maggie.

Ms. Maggie took the two of them to the reception room. She is the director of this welfare home. She is already forty years old this year, but she still walks very neatly and energetically.

There were two people sitting in the reception room, one wearing a white monk's robe and the other wearing a single-breasted black coat. They immediately stood up when they saw the three people.

Maggie began to introduce: "This is Deacon Thorne from the church and Mr. Pino from the City Hall."

Joyce was about to greet the two gentlemen, but Pino spoke first: "Time is running out, let me explain the situation. Last week when we were sorting out the household registration information, we found that Loren Morgan's mother still had an uncle who was alive. We called to inquire, and he said he was willing to raise Loren."

Thorne added: "Let's complete the formalities as soon as possible. We will escort little Loren out tomorrow morning and return before the end of the month."

"That's great!" Joyce hugged little Loren in surprise. God finally saw this suffering child.

Loren was a little overwhelmed. He opened his eyes and was already in this orphanage. When he was a little older, Maggie told him that his parents died in a car accident. Loren vaguely felt that it was not the case, but he could not remember anything before the orphanage.

His memories in this world all revolve around this orphanage, the gentle Sister Joyce, the strict but kind Ms. Maggie, and Mr. Bumble who always gave him food, although he left the orphanage last month.

When he suddenly learned that he was going to leave, he felt a little panic.

Ms. Maggie asked Joyce and Loren to go back and pack some things they needed to take away, and she accompanied Mr. Pino and Deacon Thorne to handle the documents.

The next morning, at the entrance of the welfare home.

Joyce stood outside the car, looking at little Loren in the back seat, her eyes full of reluctance, she liked this clever little rascal. She handed him a small bundle wrapped in white cloth, which contained some clothes and small items.

"Come back when you grow up, Loren." She kissed Loren's forehead.

Loren's cheeks felt hot and he nodded.

"Cheer up, kid! We have to go!" Mr. Pino, who was sitting in the passenger seat, sounded somewhat happy.

The light blue Ford Anglia gradually accelerated and drove away into the distance.

Watching the black spot gradually disappear from sight, Joyce couldn't help but ask, "Did Loren really go to his relative's house?"

"I don't know either, Joyce. This is the result of the handling from above. Little Loren will be properly arranged, and Bumble will go to hell." Ms. Maggie answered helplessly.

"He killed so many children. He really deserves to go to hell!" When Joyce thinks of that man now, she is still furious...

Chapter 2 Grandpa Bates Lives on the Hill

This is a small town with pleasant scenery at the foot of the mountains. The peaks are towering and the valleys are quiet and peaceful. A small road extends from the back of the town and winds up along the mountain. The green of the wilderness gradually fills the vision, and the colorful flowers that cannot be named make people breathe more smoothly. The air is filled with the fragrance of flowers from the fertile pastures, which is refreshing.

Deacon Thorne held Loren's hand with one hand and carried a package with the other hand. "Your grandfather, Mr. Bates, lives on a ranch in the mountains. He raises a flock of sheep with the townspeople and grows some wheat himself. You can live a rich life."

Loren nodded, lowered his head and took a deep breath. He was wearing two layers of overalls and thick, heavy spiked boots. These were valuable items he brought from the orphanage, and Sister Joyce had insisted that he take them with him.

The scorching sun made his cheeks red, and Loren climbed up the mountain breathlessly, feeling very dizzy.

It has been several years since he traveled through time, but this body is too small, and his underdeveloped body and brain can hardly support him to do too many things.

Britain in the 80s was not friendly to an orphan. There were a lot of drug dealers, thieves, unemployed youths, and skinheads roaming the streets. The child could not afford any small accidents. Now he was no different from a 5-year-old child, and all his ambitions were difficult to realize.

The townspeople watched the two men walk up the mountain, their faces became a little panicked, and they talked a lot, but the two men didn't care.

Away from human habitation, Loren couldn't stand the heat any more.

He pulled away the hand that Deacon Thorne was holding, tore off his smock, leaving only a layer of inner clothing, took off his spiked boots, wrapped them inside the smock, held them in his hands, and stepped on the ground barefoot a few times. There were flat stones on the road, so he felt that there was no problem at all.

"Let's go, Mr. Thorne, I can keep up." Loren suddenly became cheerful.

Thorne smiled and walked forward. When they encountered a steep slope, he still held Loren's hand.

In this way, about an hour later, they finally arrived at the alpine pasture. Three small huts were built on a high ground beside the road. The huts were exposed to the wind on all sides, but bathed in the bright sunshine, and the scenery below the mountain was in full view.

There was a bench made of rough wooden boards on the side of the hut. At this moment, an old man was sitting on it with a pipe in his mouth, staring at the two people who were gradually approaching. He had a long beard and gray eyebrows, and the wrinkles on his forehead were very deep.

Deacon Thorne stepped forward, held out his hand and said, "Hello, Mr. Bates, I'm Thorne."

"Hello, sir." The old man answered roughly while shaking hands, looking at the two of them. Looking at the little bean-like child in front of him, the sunlight sprinkled on the grass-like eyelashes, and cast a shadow on the sky-blue eyes, he felt a little soft-hearted.

Loren felt that the old man was paying more attention to him, so he took the opportunity to speak: "Hello, Grandpa."

He just wants to live a peaceful life until he can be independent, and he doesn't really care about anything else.

Then Thorne asked Loren to take the package and rest aside, and he started talking to Mr. Bates.

Loren placed the package on the stand next to the hut and looked around. The sunshine was full and the grass and trees were fragrant. It was really a beautiful scene.

Not long after, Deacon Thorne came down the mountain and they seemed to have completed the handover.

"Come in, you need to clean up before you can live here." The old man shouted loudly at the door.

Loren ran into the house. There was only one room in the cabin. There was a small bed in the inner part of the room, a table and a few chairs next to it, a closet against the wall, a stove in the corner with a big pot on it, and a ladder made of wood on the other side leading to the attic.

After stuffing the bag and the blouse into the closet, the old man had already spread a coarse cloth sheet in the attic, and stuffed some cotton wool inside the coarse cloth quilt. Such a bed is enough in summer.

"I'll make you something out of wood later, just make do with this for now."

In the evening, at the wooden dining table in the ranch cabin.

The wheat was cooked in goat's milk, and the aroma of wheat and milk mixed together. A bite of smoked lamb, the salty fragrance diffused in the mouth, and a sip of goat's milk made the slight fishy smell become lighter. There was also a plate of unknown small wild berries, some sour and some sweet. Loren imitated the old man and grabbed a handful and threw them into his mouth. They tasted sour and sweet.

Compared to mashed potatoes, baked potatoes, potato wedges, and all kinds of potatoes, this is heaven.

After dinner, Loren wanted to clear the table.

"Kid, just live here. Some things can't be discussed until you grow up." Bates stopped him and took the dishes to the sink outside to wash them.

"Okay, Grandpa." Loren felt that such an environment was more comfortable even in the countryside.

At night, Loren slept in the attic. He could smell the scent of the green grass in the wilderness. He seemed to be riding the wind through the valley, across the stream, on the trees, on the clouds, and on the edge of the cliff. His head was no longer dizzy.

……

When Loren woke up in the morning, the sun shone through the attic, and he could hardly remember where he was. The old man was going to make a bed frame out of wood in the attic, and clean up some debris, and let Loren go to the mountains with the shepherd to play.

During the day, the shepherd Pete from the foot of the mountain would drive up the sheep from the townspeople and bring them along with Bates's sheep to the mountain pasture to graze and drink water.

The shepherd was only a ten-year-old boy, and he was very annoyed to be alone with these stupid goats.

When Pete heard that he would take Loren up the mountain with him, he excitedly accepted the task.

After walking along the winding mountain road and letting the sheep graze on the hillside, Pete took Loren to a crazy day of playing, rolling along the hillside on the soft grass, watching the mountain eagles throw rabbits on the rocks, and picking up colorful berries.