The days at Hogwarts

But now Hermione drags Loren to practice magic all day long. Mr. and Mrs. Granger feel that the little cotton-padded jacket is no longer close to their bodies to keep them warm, and they are not so worried about Hermione's mental health.

The main reason is that summer vacation is here and the temperature is rising. Many patients have damaged their teeth from eating ice cream, so they called to urge them to open quickly.

Wendell and Monica discussed it and decided that it would be a good idea to leave the two children at home to play on their own. From this perspective, they were very grateful to Loren.

Hermione stayed with the couple for a while, and when she saw that they had almost finished their pastries, she pulled Loren upstairs again.

In that atmosphere, she noticed that Loren was a little uncomfortable, so she quickly pulled Loren upstairs, and she was also quite interested in the Forgetfulness Spell.

Wendell and Monica looked at their daughter's back and sighed at the same time, thinking that the little cotton-padded jacket was leaking air.

Entering the room, Hermione hooked her toes to close the door and went to the notebook.

Loren held up his hand to protect the notebook and said faintly, "Shouldn't you be talking about kangaroos?"

It was this person who, as a guest, had to be polite to a child like himself who came from an orphanage and lived in a classmate's house and was acting so clingy.

"Kangaroos are not as interesting as magic." Hermione pulled Loren's hand, trying to take out the notebook.

Loren squinted at her. "You're right, but the Vatican has a permanent population of less than 1000 people, and there are 500 million kangaroos in Australia alone."

Hermione froze in her tracks. She had a feeling that Loren's next words would be wrong, but she still asked, "Ah, so what?"

"If kangaroos decide to invade the Vatican, then every Vatican citizen will have to fight 5 kangaroos. You don't know, you don't care, you only care about yourself."

"Puff!" Hermione couldn't help herself.

Then an even stronger laugh welled up from his belly, and laughter gushed out from his nose and mouth, "Hehe hahaha!!"

"Look, you don't care, you only care about yourself," Loren repeated.

Hermione laughed even louder. Her stomach, which had just stopped for a while, started to hurt again. She fell back on the quilt, curled up and kept laughing, "One person has to kill 5 kangaroos, haha——"

Her stomach hurt so much that the more she laughed, the more it hurt, but she couldn't stop. She just kept holding her stomach and laughing, and her shoulders twitched from laughing.

I wish all the candidates to sail on the vast ocean, stand on Kunlun Mountain, have a bright future and make their efforts worthwhile.

Chapter 137 Separate Countdown

An ordinary morning.

Wendell sat in his chair as usual, with his legs crossed and a full page of the Daily Mail held up to his head.

Monica poured the warm milk into the cups. Hermione and Loren took their cups one after another, took a sip, and the white milk foam hung on their lips like two white mustaches. They enjoyed today's breakfast happily.

Although the breakfast at Granger's house was not as rich as that at Hogwarts, the hot taste was a big plus.

Monica put a glass of milk in front of Wendell and saw a full page of newspaper around his neck. She couldn't help but get angry. Breakfast was already in front of him, but he was still reading!

She slapped Wendell's thigh hard.

Snapped!

The thick palm flesh and thigh flesh collided, making a loud sound.

Wendell put down the newspaper, showing a painful face, "Oh, it's the first day of the clinic's opening, I have to give myself some painkillers first."

Monica bit a piece of bread expressionlessly: "Then you should always have painkillers on hand."

Loren and Hermione were eating bread, feeling that they were redundant at the moment, and they tried to minimize their presence.

Wendell ate and said in a wronged tone, "Yesterday we were talking about traveling to Australia, and today I was asked to keep painkillers on hand."

Monica ignored him and looked at Hermione and Loren and said, "The clinic will be very busy today. We may not be back for lunch at noon. I left food for you in the kitchen. Can you take care of yourselves?"

"no problem!"

"can."

Hermione and Loren nodded vigorously.

"Call us if you have anything."

After saying goodbye to the Grangers, Hermione went to the courtyard to practice the Patronus Charm, which was her morning exercise every day.

Loren sat on the sofa and looked through his notes. He was still trying to find the common points of memory magic and try to sort out a systematic approach.

The most troublesome thing was that Loren couldn't find anyone to try out Legilimency or the Oblivion spell, and he couldn't let anyone else try Occlumency.

The progress of the practice is stuck here.

He didn't know if the Ministry of Magic would accept junior interns, but he could try the position of Memory Annihilator, which was a full-time position in the Department of Magical Accidents and Catastrophes, specializing in cases of leaks of magical signs.

Loren unconsciously turned the pen, thinking about how to improve his proficiency in memory magic.

Hermione came back from the courtyard and saw Loren sitting on the sofa in a daze. Her eyes rolled around, she gently closed the door, tiptoed behind Loren, and stuck her head out to look at the contents of his notebook.

Loren came back to his senses, reached out and pushed Hermione's furry head away, and said with disdain: "Go read your own book, what's the point of always peeping into other people's privacy?"

"Hmph! If you don't want to read it, then don't read it." Hermione snorted, walked around the sofa, picked up the book she had been reading for the past few days, sat down next to Loren, and started reading her own book.

Loren felt the fabric of the sofa sink a little to the side. He shook his head in amusement and continued to write in his notebook: Memory magic works on both the brain and the soul. It is very dangerous. The way it works on the soul is still unclear. In the brain, incorrect use can cause deep memory damage and neuronal apoptosis. Severe symptoms include aphasia and amnesia...

Hermione craned her neck to look over again, and only saw the words "very dangerous" and her heart shuddered.

Loren quietly moved to the side a distance, and Hermione followed suit.

As a last resort, Loren wanted to close the notebook and continue his research at night.

Hermione quickly grabbed the notebook and shouted, "I see danger! Don't cover it. As a classmate, I have the responsibility to protect you."

"There's no danger! Don't be so self-righteous. Where does your sense of responsibility come from?" Loren retorted in a rough voice, grabbing the notebook.

He stood in a good position, united his shoulders and neck, exerted strength on his waist and horse, and pulled several times without being able to budge.

Just as Loren was about to struggle a few more times, Hermione threw the book in her hand in front of Loren with a threatening look on her face.

The large words "Analysis of Krav Maga" hurt Loren's eyes. Even in the hot summer, his hands and feet were cold.

Can it be healed? Gryffindor's gift is amazing! If he wasn't afraid of being split, he would have learned how to Apparate now.

"Let go!"

"You let go!"

When the two were about to quarrel, they heard a click in the mailbox, indicating that a letter had arrived.

Loren and Hermione looked at each other, both alert. Whoever went would lose.

"You go get it."

"You go."

"Don't push me!" Hermione threatened, reaching out to do something.

Loren dodged Hermione's hand that was reaching for his cheek to prevent it from being pinched, and let go of the notebook and went to the door to get the letter.

According to Hermione's personality, it would have been fine if she didn't see the danger, but she saw it, and she couldn't live like this without knowing the details.

Hermione looked smug and opened her notebook to see what the very dangerous thing was.

In front of the door, a little owl was standing on the mailbox. There was a circle of white eye patterns on its head, which made its little eyes look very cute.

"Hanhan?" Loren exclaimed in surprise, "You're finally back!"

The little spectacled owl tilted its head back and called softly, "Coo-coo."

"Why did my family put the letter in the mailbox?" Loren took out the letter, tucked it under his armpit, picked up Hanhan in one hand and walked into the room.

"Cuckoo."

"Why did you take so long? Did Grandpa Bates go abroad?"

"Cuckoo."

"What would you like to eat, cookies, apples?"

"Cuckoo."

In fact, Loren didn’t care about Hanhan’s answer, and he couldn’t understand what Hanhan said, so he put some of each next to Hanhan.

The little spectacled owl quietly lowered its head and pecked at the food, its little head nodding slightly.

"Who did you write to?" Hermione came over and stroked the feathers on Hanhan's back.

She took a quick look and saw that it was talking about the dangers of memory magic, not that Loren was in any danger now, so she felt relieved.

Loren rolled his eyes at her, opened the letter, and glanced through it.

"It's Grandpa Bates. He said he'll be back soon!" Loren said happily.

Hermione's eyelids drooped, her lashes covering her eyes, the light in her eyes dimmed, "So, are you going home?"

Loren was so immersed in excitement that he didn't notice Hermione's disappointment. "No, Grandpa Bates is coming to London too. He said it would be convenient for me to go to school."

Hermione let out a breath, somewhat relieved that she wasn't leaving right away. Then she remembered a question, and tilted her head to ask, "But your grandfather doesn't have an owl, how can he notify you that he has arrived in London?"

Loren froze in place, thought for a moment, and said, "It's okay. I'll write another letter right away and attach the address and phone number here. Grandpa Bates can find me when he comes back."

Hanhan, who had just returned from a long journey, stopped pecking when he heard this, raised his head and cursed: "Gugu! Gugu! Gugu!"

While cursing, it flapped its wings, the silly spectacled owl, and today it was going to give a good beating to this black-hearted capitalist who exploited the workers.

Loren covered his head and begged for mercy, "Tomorrow, I'll write it tomorrow, don't scold me anymore."

It was not until Hermione took out a handful of nuts and asked Loren to apologize that Hanhan stopped beating the capitalist with his righteous iron claws. But the little spectacled owl was still angry. After cracking a nut, he "cooed" at Loren and strongly condemned his bad behavior.

Hermione chimed in, cracking a few Queensland chestnuts, and finally concluded that it was a pleasure to crack nuts while scolding Loren.

After Hanhan had eaten and drunk his fill, Loren sent the postman to rest on a tree in the yard, and only then did he breathe a sigh of relief.

Hermione peeled off another Queensland chestnut and put it on the tray beside her to save. She liked to save a bunch and eat them all.

Her eyes followed Loren's figure as he returned from the courtyard and sat down on the sofa. Hermione asked with a smile, "Then may I ask why the evil Loren has been studying memory magic recently? These are not even part of the teaching content at Hogwarts."

why?

Because the professor for next semester is a liar who is an expert in the Oblivion Spell.

Because next semester I will encounter a notebook Horcrux that uses dark magic to tease my inner desires.

It was not easy to tell Hermione this. Loren hesitated between lying and refusing to answer, and finally chose to tell part of the truth.

He hesitated for a moment, then said carefully, "Because, because we might encounter bad things next semester, and we might need to use these magics."

Hermione frowned and asked in confusion, "How do you know about next semester?"

"We are in school. Can't Headmaster Dumbledore and the professors handle that wizard?"

"Are bad things related to memory magic? Why? What exactly is it?"

Loren's head hurt after hearing the series of questions from the little witch. He answered perfunctorily, "There's no need to ask so many questions. Headmaster Dumbledore can protect the students, right?"

Thinking about the basilisk's record, Loren wasn't so sure that Dumbledore wasn't completely protected.

But they were all petrified and not in danger of death. Not even a cat died, so they were still well protected.

Snapped!

Hermione slammed the table and placed the book "Analysis of Krav Maga" in front of Loren, allowing him to experience the wisdom and principles in the book for himself.

Loren was filled with anger and slammed the table. He stuffed the Queensland chestnut flesh that Hermione had peeled into his mouth and covered his face with his hands. "Mmm, mmm..."

"Ah! I've been peeling him for a long time! And you still come back!" Hermione's hair stood on end with anger, and she rushed forward to teach this guy a lesson.

It was impossible to really hit him, and it was also impossible to make Loren spit it out. Hermione had to hold Loren down and prevent him from biting her, so the situation was at a stalemate.

The two wrestled with each other, rolled into a ball on the sofa, and then rolled onto the floor.

In the end, the two people with messy hair, clothes and pants reached a settlement, and Loren ended it by peeling a plate of fruit pulp as compensation.

In this way, Loren's days of boarding at the Granger family entered a countdown, and he was trying to find a way to practice memory magic.

Hermione always dragged Loren to practice the Patronus Charm, and Loren also taught Hermione some knowledge of memory magic. The two always quarreled, and when Hermione couldn't win the argument with Loren, she took out a book on Krav Maga and started reading, and Loren kept silent.

But Hermione was also intimidated by some kind of attack and could not act rashly, so the two sides entered a peaceful situation.

On a sunny afternoon, Loren and Hermione sat side by side, worrying about the contents of their notebooks.

After finding it difficult to find anyone to practice with, Hermione suggested, "We could practice Legilimency and Occlumency on each other."

It's okay to just use the forgetfulness spell, but if the two of them don't handle it well, it could easily cause serious damage.

"Ah."

Loren pursed his lips. The fact that Hermione could make such a suggestion was a sign of trust. Practicing Legilimency meant that all the inner secrets, emotions, and thoughts were revealed to each other without reservation. This emotion was as heavy as a golden letter.