The days at Hogwarts

Loren held the neck of the bottle and skillfully pushed it hard against the table. The cap popped off and fell on the table. He tilted his neck back and gulped down a few big gulps.

Holding the Coke in her hand, Hermione felt a little guilty and asked hesitantly, "Isn't it bad to drink Coke in the morning?"

Loren stretched out his wand and tapped the cap of the Coke bottle in Hermione's hand. The cap popped up with a "pop" and turned into a straw.

He then replied leisurely: "Not only is it not very good, it is very bad and extremely terrible. It is a bad habit that damages your teeth!"

Hermione looked upset, she asked the question hoping to get an encouraging response, not to open the bottle cap and finally tell her that it was bad behavior.

"But the bottle cap is open. It would be a waste if we don't drink it." Hermione whispered, moving her lips forward to suck on the sweet syrup.

"No waste, I can drink two bottles!" Loren's smile was disgusting.

"Is Grandpa Bates out again today?" Hermione asked.

Loren's smile faded and he looked serious.

Just when Hermione thought he was going to say something important, Loren asked seriously, "When did you learn to change the subject?"

This is a big problem. The once innocent and lovely Hermione has learned to use tricks.

Although still very immature, she had the awareness of changing the subject. If Loren used the same method in the future, it would be difficult to divert Hermione's attention.

Bang!

It hit the same spot as the last punch and it hurt even more.

Loren covered his shoulder and said in an aggrieved tone: "Grandpa Bates went to see the yacht. The bank manager introduced some yacht rental services. It is said that the price is very suitable."

As expected, fists are still effective. Hermione took a sip of Coke and said, "Have you decided on the itinerary? My parents seem to have handed over the arrangements of this trip to Grandpa Bates."

"Grandpa Bates wouldn't let me ask for details."

"My dad was watching a TV shopping show recently, all about fishing. If my mom hadn't been watching him, he would have called to place an order."

"Ask your mother to check it, maybe she has already bought it."

……

With sweet cola, casual conversations popped up like bubbles, leaving deep memories in London's not-too-hot summer.

The empty Coke bottle is placed on the table with the flat bottle cap lying inside the bottle. If a bottle recycler sees it, he will definitely wonder how the bottle cap was put in there.

Sitting on the sofa, Hermione had a tight little face with some baby fat on it, looking cute and adorable.

Loren stared into the girl's brown eyes. An invisible bond followed his gaze and flowed through the four eyes. The crystal blue pupils were reflected in the brown pupils, establishing a wonderful and strange connection.

The girl's childhood memories resurfaced in both of their minds at the same time.

Loren was very restrained. He cut off the connection and disconnected the picture shortly after the picture appeared.

It was one thing that Hermione was willing to open her heart to him, but that didn't mean he could just read it at will, and precious trust should be repaid with respect.

Although he was always laughing and teasing the girl, Loren also cherished the friendship between them.

"Why is it disconnected?" Hermione tilted her head and blinked. Her confused and bewildered expression made her like a little squirrel, making people want to bully her.

Loren looked away with difficulty and said calmly, "I have mastered Legilimency. You can start practicing Occlumency later."

"Lend me your notes. I'll go back and copy them tonight and start tomorrow."

"Okay."

The progress of the Patronus Charm and Memory Magic stopped here, and the morning time was free. The two of them curled up on the sofa and enjoyed the peace and leisure.

After a long while, Hermione, who was about to fall asleep, struggled to get up and patted Loren, who was already conscious, beside her: "Don't waste time, get up and recite the review content for this afternoon."

Loren arched his body upwards and tried to open his eyes to look at Hermione, but his head was empty and he didn't move. He just stared at Hermione blankly.

After taking a few deep breaths and regaining her spirits, Hermione sat back next to Loren with her notebook.

She shook Loren and stared at him with shining eyes: "Don't fall asleep, okay?"

"Not asleep." Loren muttered softly.

Hermione ran her thumb along the gap, found a page with a folded corner in the notebook, flipped it open, read it once, and then recited it:

"The spell for the Repairing Charm is "Repair as New", which is a spell that can be used to seamlessly repair most broken objects. The spell was invented by Orabella Nutley before 1754..."

Listening to what Hermione recited, Loren yawned and repeated, "Restored as new."

The summer sun gradually rises, and the golden sunlight shines in from the window, making the house much brighter.

Hermione listened to Loren's concise content and did not force him. This was basically the situation when reciting lessons these days. Hermione recited a long paragraph and Loren only picked out a few sentences.

"Some damage caused by rare and powerful curses cannot be repaired by this spell, such as Fiendfyre. At the same time, the Repairing Spell can only be used on inanimate objects. If you try to use the Repairing Spell to heal the wounds of humans or animals, it will cause severe scars."

"Powerful curse that cannot be repaired, causing severe scarring to living objects."

"The repair spell can perfectly repair the container itself, but the liquid spilled from the container cannot be collected back into the container by this spell."

“…it’s hard to undo what has been done.”

"For objects with powerful or complex magic, even using a repair spell usually cannot achieve the desired repair effect."

Loren processed the sentence in his mind and output: "Some things can't be fixed."

Hermione turned the page. "The Unlocking Charm. The spell is Alaho-Open, also known as the Thief's Friend. It is a spell that can open locked doors and windows that are not magically protected. This spell can also be used to open doors that have been locked with the Locking Charm."

The warm sunlight gradually covered them who were sitting by the window, shining on their faces, warm but not scorching. Loren remembered when he was basking in the sun by the Black Lake, lying on the uneven but heated stones, and feeling warm.

“Mmmmm.” Loren became even sleepier, hunching his back and shoulders and reciting haphazardly.

Hermione raised her head slightly and watched him moving around in the golden sunlight.

She leaned closer and recited clearly in Loren's ear: "Alaho Open."

There was a slight tickling in his ears, and Loren heard it clearly this time. He repeated, "Alaho is open."

"The spell was brought to England by Elden Esrickel in the 17th century, until Londoner Blagden Bligh invented the anti-Alacho Opening Charm," Hermione read.

"This spell was brought to England in the 17th century by Elden Esrickel..." Recite again.

"It was introduced to England in the 17th century, leading to the invention of the anti-Arahomai curse." Finally, it was shortened to something that Loren could recite directly.

Loren repeated mechanically.

"The most popular spell for unlocking before Alaho was Awake, which smashed the lock of a door, leaving a smoking hole in the keyhole. Even earlier was Open Sesame, which ripped the door off its hinges and chopped it into firewood."

Loren woke up when he heard the familiar content. He opened his eyes and the sunlight shone on his eyes, making them itchy.

He looked at Hermione's hands holding the book, white, tender and delicate. Looking up, his beautiful thin lips moved, his skin was snow-white, and his whole body seemed to be glowing.

"Open sesame, the door is wide open." Hermione repeated the previous process.

"Before [Alaho Opening], the most popular spell for unlocking locks was [Gate Opening], which could smash the locks of doors... and chop them into firewood!"

Hearing Loren's clear and loud repetition, Hermione looked up from her notebook and their eyes met...

Chapter 150: Traces of Azkaban

"Welcome aboard the Willump Sylvia Explorer. This trip starts on the Thames and passes through Grays to Southend, and finally sails in Southend."

In front of the crowd, a tour guide in a maritime uniform introduced in a sweet voice, his tone polite and mechanical.

Lauren felt calm and even a little sleepy. On both sides were the Grangers, who protected Lauren and Hermione in the middle and waited quietly to board the ship.

Wendell looked at the hull and said, "You can't fish while the boat is sailing, right?"

“There will be slow-moving and stagnant times just for the entertainment of the tourists,” Loren explained.

Wendell stared at the ship, holding the box tightly in his hand, and secretly thinking about the unknown contents.

"Everything is done, let's get on board." Grandpa Bates came from the back and handed the tickets to everyone. "The bank manager told me that this trip has screening conditions, and the service will definitely be great."

The plan to rent a yacht was changed to a boat ticket. No matter what, at least Loren felt it was a good deal.

He shook the backpack on his back. There were only a few sets of clothes in it, and it was not heavy at all.

The backpacks of the others were similarly light, with the few things they might need packed into Hermione's small linen bag, except for the two boxes in Wendell and Bates' hands.

"Dad, why don't you put the things in the box into my bag?" Hermione held Monica's hand and poked her little head out to look at Wendell's box.

"Listen Hermione," Wendell said with a very serious expression, "We can't all carry the same backpacks. It might arouse suspicion."

Loren looked at the tackle box, which was thinner than an ordinary suitcase, and a complex emotion welled up in his heart.

He was silent for a moment, then said, "The cruise ship provides fishing gear, why do you have to bring your own?"

Bates grinned when he heard this, but then he remembered Wendell's request and suppressed the smile.

"Fishing gear, what does this have to do with fishing gear?" Wendell turned his head and pretended to be puzzled and asked, "So the boat also provides fishing services?"

"There's a fishing icon on the handle of the box," Monica reminded.

Wendell felt very uncomfortable.

Except for Wendel, everyone else was finding it difficult to hold back their laughter.

After the silence, the two families found their own rooms and put their luggage on board. The two rooms were next to each other.

Loren threw his backpack into the closet and sat down on his bed, slumping back and stretching his arms into the soft covers.

The all-white bed sheets and quilt covers cannot hide any stains at all, which makes travelers feel at ease. There is only a circle of blue stripes around the edges to decorate the bed. The bed has a scent of detergent and a light lavender scent.

"Not bad, quite clean." Bates walked around the room and looked around. He looked energetic and didn't look old. Compared with Loren who lay down as soon as he entered the room, he was more energetic.

"Did you buy the fishing gear or did Hermione's father buy it?" Loren suddenly remembered this question.

After waiting for a while and hearing no answer, Loren knew the answer. Wendell, he was corrupt.

"Let's go, let's go to the deck for a while." Bates pulled Loren out of bed and dragged him out. "Granger's family needs to sort out the things in the small bag, and there are two women. It will probably take some time."

The distance from London to Southend is not far. If you calculate the time, you can set off in the afternoon and go out to sea in the evening.

When passing by the next room, Loren leaned over to Hermione who was tidying up the cabinets and shouted, "Let's go for a walk outside and meet in the restaurant at dinner time!"

Hermione waved her hand to indicate that she knew.

There were not many people outside. Most of the tourists were resting in their rooms. Loren and Bates stood in the corridor of the atrium and looked out. They could vaguely see pedestrians and trees on the shore, and the curtain-like river surface was rippling.

There are various entertainment facilities, shops and even a coffee shop in the cabin.

When it got dark, the Granger family came to the restaurant together, and Hermione spotted Loren sitting next to them at a glance.

Grandpa Bates sat nearby, looking around the restaurant. Loren was using a small spoon to scoop a large cup of strawberry ice cream.

"Why are you only eating ice cream? Aren't you hungry?" Hermione asked.

Loren took a sip of the spoon, looked up and began to recommend: "Fish and chips are delicious, pasta is delicious, lamb chops are delicious, barbecue is also delicious, salmon is not delicious..."

Hermione understood immediately that it was not just about eating ice cream, but that the main meal was already finished and this was the dessert.

Wendell and Monica went to get food. Hermione sat down to exchange experiences with Loren. They talked about the bad coffee and the music performance in the cabin at night...

In less than half a day, Loren had already gotten familiar with the situation on the ship.

When Wendell and Monica came back with the food, Loren and Bates were gone. Hermione was alone, holding the strawberry ice cream left by Loren, savoring it spoonfully.

The two didn't take it too seriously. They had just gotten on the boat, so it was normal to be curious and explore around.

Steaming hot fish and chips, pasta covered with bright red tomato sauce, browned lamb chops...

No wonder Loren said this was delicious and that was delicious. Hermione touched her bulging belly and realized with worry that she seemed to be a little full.

She looked up at Wendell, who was dipping a large French fry into ketchup, one at a time. "Dad, aren't you going fishing?"

"Fishing? What fishing? I'm not very interested." Wendell was very calm. He had confirmed that there would be no fishing activities on the first day of the cruise.

"Really?" Hermione nodded calmly, "But Loren has already gone."

"What?! Where? Isn't the boat still there? Isn't fishing open yet?"

Both Hermione and Monica stared at Wendell.

Wendell restrained his expression and was silent for a moment: "I mean, don't break the rules on the ship. It's unsafe and may get you into trouble."

Hermione said, "The fishing service on the ship is not open, but some people will go to the second deck with their own fishing rods to fish for a while. The staff will not dissuade them, and there are lifeguards nearby."

"I don't really want to go fishing. Loren is just a kid after all, so it's understandable that he wants to play around." Wendell said, sitting back in his seat stiffly and continuing to dip his fries in ketchup, but his movements were not as brisk.

As if remembering something, he turned around and asked, "What about Bates?"

"Grandpa Bates went fishing too. The two of them went together."

"He, how could he..." Wendel stood up suddenly, his expression extremely angry. Facing the gazes of the mother and daughter, he sat back down. "I mean, some of his fishing gear parts are still here with me. He can't fish without complete parts."