The days at Hogwarts

"No, I have to send it to him." Wendell stood up and was about to leave, looking anxious for Bates.

"It's okay. Loren is here. You don't have to worry about missing parts." Hermione's voice was both innocent and cruel.

Wendell sat back, his expression changing again and again, and he was visibly restless, shifting in his seat.

"But it's not convenient to use magic on the ship, Dad, you should give the accessories to Grandpa Bates." Hermione's cute face was full of kindness.

"You're right!" Wendel stood up and walked into the room.

Hermione looked at her father's hurried back and leaned on Monica, giggling.

Monica tapped Hermione's nose with her finger and said with a smile, "How can you tease your father like this? I wonder who you learned this from?"

"Hee hee hee……"

Hermione and Monica had no interest in fishing, so they slowly finished their dinner, then walked around the cabin, listening to some music played up close and watching some impromptu performances, before going up on deck after digesting their food.

On a folding stool with a few strips of cloth supported by a simple frame, Wendel, wearing a large fisherman's hat and fingerless gloves, quietly held the fishing rod with a solemn expression.

Bates casually put up his fishing rod and paid more attention to the sea, as if the waves were a more attractive thing.

To Hermione's surprise, Loren was not fishing. He crossed his hands and held the railing, supporting his body with his arms, leaning on the railing, looking in the direction of the ship, as if looking for something.

A fresh scent suddenly wafted through the slightly salty air. It was Hermione's scent. Loren could recognize it without turning his head.

"What are you looking for?" Hermione imitated him, leaning beside him and also looking in the direction of the sailing.

Loren looked into the distance and asked, "Do you know Azkaban?"

How could Hermione not know about Azkaban, a famous wizard prison? She had read the introduction about Azkaban before entering school: "Azkaban was built in the 15th century and became the British wizard prison in 1718. It is a prison located on a small island in the middle of the North Sea. It--"

Hermione's eyes lit up when she got here. They would pass through the North Sea on this voyage. She asked hesitantly, "When it was built, some specific spells were used. Azkaban is hidden from the Muggle world and cannot be mapped. We can't find it, right?"

"Some magic only works on Muggles. Even if the prison is right in front of them, they can't see it, but we are wizards now."

"Yes! That's what the Muggle Repelling Charm does!" Hermione became excited. She tried hard to search the knowledge in her mind, trying to match the scenery in front of her and find some traces of Azkaban.

"It is said that Azkaban was originally just a fortress inhabited by an evil wizard named Axtis. He lured Muggles to the island and tortured them to death."

"After Axtis died, the concealment spell he used on the fortress and the island failed. The Ministry of Magic only then knew of the existence of such an island. At this time, the place was full of Dementors. The Ministry of Magic was afraid that destroying the island would release Dementors and cause heavy casualties, so the island was abandoned."

"When Damocles Rowle was elected Minister for Magic in 1718, he insisted on using Azkaban as a prison, as he believed the Dementors on the island could act as guards, saving time, expense, and effort."

"Then Minister Eldritch Diggory visited Azkaban Prison and witnessed the horrific scene inside. He began to seek an alternative to Azkaban, but Eldritch died of dragon pox in 1747, and the plan to replace Azkaban was never realized."

"It may have been enchanted with a traceless extension charm or something similar to ensure it could hold all the criminals in the UK."

Listening to Hermione's non-stop chattering, Loren felt a headache and couldn't help asking, "You actually memorized all of this trivial stuff."

Reflecting the lights on the ship, Hermione's eyes sparkled: "Very interesting knowledge, isn't it? I once thought about why one prison could hold all the criminals in the UK, whether there are other prisons, what prisons in other countries are like, and how the death penalty for wizards is implemented..."

When it comes to knowledge, Hermione is always full of enthusiasm and curiosity. It is this kind of Hermione that possesses infinite charm.

Chatting, the two began discussing while aimlessly searching for any trace of Azkaban in the dim sea.

"I know there's another wizard prison."

"Huh? How come I don't know? What's its name? Where is it? Is it also on an island?"

"My name is Nurmengard..."

The wind almost made my eyes tear up. I didn't see any trace of Azkaban, not even the shadow of an island.

"We are still in the Strait of Dover. This is below the North Sea and not part of the North Sea, so we can't find it." Hermione gave the reason for the failure tonight with red eyes.

"If it weren't for you, I would have gone back to fishing in a few minutes. It's all your fault." Loren passed the blame on as usual, not remembering who had brought up Azkaban in the first place.

"The ship will probably pass through the middle of the North Sea tomorrow afternoon. We'll sit here and watch tomorrow morning." Hermione recalled the map around the North Sea and guessed where Azkaban might be.

"Are you going to continue looking tomorrow?" Loren's face was filled with rejection. He was just acting on impulse and had no intention of fighting Azkaban to the death. "What if you still can't find it tomorrow?"

“You have to give it a try!”

Hermione is always very serious about certain things.

"Loren, Hermione, they're going back after fishing." Monica came over and rubbed their heads amusedly at their red eyes from the wind. "Why don't you take shelter from the strong wind? Are you all stupid?"

"Oh~" Hermione gently bumped her head against Monica's waist and followed her lead to walk inside.

Bates, carrying two tackle boxes, and Wendell, carrying a small bucket borrowed from the boat, stood waiting for them at the cabin entrance.

Loren observed the smile on Wendell's face and knew that he had made a good harvest tonight, so he didn't ask and walked towards the guest room. Hermione was clinging to her mother and didn't even want to open her eyes to see the road.

Wendell felt uncomfortable carrying the bucket. Monica watched them fishing and knew their catch, but Loren and Hermione didn't know.

Without letting the two men know, he caught three slender capelin in a short while. He always felt empty in his heart, as if something was missing.

"Hey, did you know? The fish you catch can be sent to the ship's kitchen and processed for free." Wendell's voice was louder than usual.

"I know. The crew told me when we were fishing," Bates responded.

Wendell looked extremely awkward. He had wanted to use this to remind Hermione and Loren, but now that Bates had answered, the two children did not respond.

Monica and the other two walked in front, with no intention of turning back to join in their conversation.

Wendell was silent for a moment, then called out, "Hermione!"

"Hmm?" Hermione turned to look at him.

"How did you know I would catch three hairtails in such a short time?" Wendel said in a loud and natural voice.

"Huh?" Hermione looked confused. Dad, what are you talking about...

Beside them, the shoulders of the other three people were shaking, and they were feeling very uncomfortable trying to hold back their laughter.

A certain Hermione leader wants to urge the author at any time to see if there are other friends with similar ideas. I will create a group here when there are 20 people.

Chapter 151 The storm rises

The sky is a deep blue, and the sea is a lighter blue. Where the deep blue and light blue meet, a brilliant golden color appears, becoming brighter and brighter.

Until a golden round sun dispersed the blue in the sky and the clouds were dyed into an orange halo.

The sunrise shone on the hull of the Willump Sylvia Explorer, gilding the ship, and the waves on the sea scattered the light from all angles, making the sea surface sparkle.

"It's so beautiful!" Hermione stretched out her hand, letting the sunlight fall on her palm. Her white palm began to sparkle. "This is the most beautiful sunrise I have ever seen."

"Ah——" Loren opened his mouth and looked at the rising sun

"What are you doing?" Hermione regretted asking the question the moment she asked it. She shouldn't have paid attention to him at this time.

Loren said seriously, "I'm trying to see if sunlight can satisfy my hunger."

Hermione curled her lips. It was just that she woke him up too early. Breakfast on the ship hadn't been served yet... and he had eaten so much last night.

"Look at that cloud. Doesn't it look like a piece of bread? The red glow is ketchup." Loren became excited and kept talking about his associations. "Although ketchup on bread is not a common combination, you can try it..."

"Ah!" Hermione wanted to hit someone, "After hearing what you said, the sunrise is not beautiful anymore."

"There are still seven days left in the journey, and you can see it every day." Loren stood up straight, took back his hands that were resting on the railing, and rubbed his forearms. "Next time, remember to remind me to wear an extra coat. It's a bit cold in the morning at sea."

"There won't be a next time! I won't call you next time!" Hermione said unhappily.

"I'll call you next time." Loren pulled Hermione's arm, "Let's go, we can eat in the restaurant."

Hermione was dragged into the restaurant unwillingly.

Loren found a seat by the window where he could see the sea and flipped through the travel brochure distributed when he boarded the ship, which listed the dishes provided for breakfast.

Hermione on the other side didn't care about the dishes. She just followed Loren to get the food. That was what he was good at. Hermione propped her head with her hands, looked at Loren, and then looked at the environment in the restaurant. She was very leisurely.

Although meals had just started to be served, there were still quite a few people in the restaurant. Many of them, like them, had returned to the cabin restaurant from the deck to have breakfast after watching the sunrise.

Last night, Wendell wanted to eat the fish he caught. Fortunately, the ship has a rich nightlife, the restaurant closes very late, and the kitchen staff are happy to help customers prepare the fish.

But the wait was too long, and Loren and Hermione went back to their room to sleep without tasting Wendell's spoils.

The three adults didn't know how late it was before they had their fill of fish. Anyway, when Hermione was half asleep, she heard her mother complain, "You should really throw away your fishing rod."

"Grilled squid. Grilled squid for breakfast!"

Hermione looked up and watched Loren shake his head in admiration.

"Baked potatoes! Eh~" Loren showed a disgusted expression.

"This panna cotta looks delicious." Loren nodded at the picture in the brochure.

Hermione thought Loren was very interesting. The person who chose the food was more interesting than the food itself.

Snapped!

Loren closed the manual, patted it on the table, and stood up: "Let's go, let's pick up the meal."

"Okay." Hermione nodded obediently and followed him.

Grilled squid, panna cotta, yogurt...all the food Loren just mentioned was taken.

Hermione followed his example, reducing the portion by about half and putting it on her own plate.

Looking at the cream cake on the counter, Hermione hesitated: "Cake for breakfast?"

"no problem."

"..."

Although Hermione's appetite has increased significantly this summer, she still can't finish the cream cake for dessert after breakfast.

Hermione ate quickly and then sat in her seat watching Loren eat. This made her feel better and helped digestion.

The lightened but brighter sunlight came in through the window, falling on the table and the food, making them look even more tempting. Hermione couldn't help but scooped a spoonful of the jelly from Loren's plate with a small spoon and put it into her mouth and sipped it slowly:

"I saw there is a room service. How about ordering two breakfasts to be delivered to the room? They haven't had breakfast yet."

"No, the restaurant is open all day, they can come and have breakfast when they get up."

……

"Do you think we can see Azkaban today?" Hermione rested her chin on the railing of the deck, her eyes scanning the endless sea.

"If you really want to see Azkaban," Loren paused, "I have an idea."

Hermione turned her head and looked at him curiously.

"You have actively violated the Statute of Secrecy and will soon be thrown into Azkaban." Loren moved to the side while speaking, and indeed dodged a palm strike.

Hermione was amused, and didn't care that the slap missed her: "You are in prison, I will go to visit you, and I can also see Azkaban."

Just as the two were laughing, the sea water suddenly surged not far from them, and a figure in white emerged.

The little guy has a round bump on his forehead, like a birthday bun, a short snout, no dorsal fin, and a pure, smooth snow-white body. Half of his body is floating on the water. His obsidian-like eyes, although dark, look innocent, happy, and a little silly with the "·ω·" smile on his face.

The little fellow was looking at them curiously.

"Dolphin!" Loren pointed at the little guy and turned to Hermione and shouted. He was very excited to find such a strange creature in the sea.

Hermione immediately spotted the little creature splashing water with its tail. "I've told you many times, it's a white whale!"

The little white whale seemed to have heard Hermione's voice. It opened its mouth and called out in the same tone: "Boo!"

"It's imitating my way of speaking!" Hermione tugged at Loren's clothes, unable to suppress her excitement.

"Eeeeeeeeeeeeeee!"

Just as Hermione was about to talk to the white whale, the little guy arched his back, flipped over, swung his tail, splashed water, dived underwater, and disappeared.

At the same time, on the side of the cruise ship, a huge figure jumped high, flipped into the water, and splashed huge waves.

It has a streamlined body, black back and wings, snow-white belly, a thin white line at the eyes, a dorsal fin like a sail, and a caudal fin like a halberd.

"whale!"

"What a handsome killer whale!"

It was so conspicuous that many tourists on the boat noticed it and there were exclamations from the crowd.

Hermione also stood there in shock.

A flash of inspiration came into his mind. Loren looked at the killer whale's body, his eyes getting brighter and brighter: "I think I have grasped that critical point."

The killer whale appeared once and then disappeared, along with the little white whale. The water surface returned to calm, with only the endless waves rising from time to time.

There were many more people on the deck, they wanted to see the killer whales again. Although the hope was slim, their fast beating hearts supported them to stay here.

Loren's heart was beating very fast too. He put one hand in his arms, holding the wand. His heart was beating so fast that he felt his breathing could not keep up. He took big gulps of oxygen and exhaled.

He held Hermione's hand with his other hand, trying to suppress the urge to summon the Patronus here.