The days at Hogwarts

The twin brothers were whispering to each other with their heads down, each speaking a sentence at a very fast speed, judging from their lip movements.

In contrast, Ginny was very well behaved, with her hands on the hem of her pants, quietly waiting for something. Hearing Loren's footsteps coming down the stairs, the three of them looked up at the same time, revealing a look of surprise.

"You, are you waiting for me?" Loren stopped and looked at the three people, asking puzzledly.

Unable to wait for his slow movements, George and Fred stood up, strode to his side, each holding one of his arms, and carried him to sit on the sofa.

There were some beef pies and hot milk on the small table in front of him, which seemed to be breakfast prepared for him.

George picked up the beef pie wrapped in parchment and stuffed it into his left hand, "Percy told us that you guys found out the real heir of Slytherin."

Fred picked up the glass of warm milk and placed it in his right hand: "And he chased it to the secret room and killed the basilisk!"

Ginny pulled Fred out of the way and squeezed in front of Lauren, her eyes full of concern: "I heard that Harry was injured. Is it serious? How is he now?"

Loren: "..."

Do you really not care about your brother Ron? He is also in the hospital bed...

"It's not serious. They're basically fine now." Loren looked at the three Weasley siblings in confusion. "They're in the school infirmary. Can't you just go and check them out?"

"Percy said that Madam Pomfrey strictly controls the visiting people and time. She won't let us in. Percy told us not to disturb their recuperation unless necessary." Glad that Harry was okay, Ginny sat back contentedly and pushed Fred back.

"Do you really believe it?" Loren asked after taking a bite of beef pie. It sounded like what Percy said to scare his younger brothers and sisters. After all, there was a crowd of people in the school infirmary yesterday, and Madam Pomfrey didn't say anything.

"Ms. Pomfrey has always believed that places outside the infirmary are dangerous," George explained.

Fred shook his arms excitedly. "Tell us about the Gryffindor warriors fighting the basilisk. We can't wait!"

The milk in the cup kept sloshing around as if it was about to spill out at any moment.

Loren finished the pie in two or three bites, drank the milk in one gulp, and wiped the foam from the corners of his lips: "I'll take you to the infirmary, you can ask Harry and Ron directly."

Ginny stood up immediately...

Leaving Gryffindor Tower, Loren walked down the stairs to the door of the school infirmary on the second floor and knocked on the door.

After a while, the door slowly opened a crack, and Madam Pomfrey's head poked out from the crack, wearing a white swallowtail hat.

Madam Pomfrey glanced calmly past Loren in front of her and looked at the Weasley twins behind him, her brows tightly knitted together.

Loren pursed his lips. He probably knew why the twins didn't come to the school infirmary by themselves. These two people were probably on Madam Pomfrey's blacklist.

George and Fred gave her a bright smile with the corners of their mouths, as well-behaved as two good students.

But Madam Pomfrey had a very bad impression of them both.

Being naughty and playing pranks, pretending to be sick to skip classes. If a little wizard suddenly lost his nose, or his eyebrows grew so long that they could drag on the ground overnight, there would be no need to investigate, and these two people would definitely be behind these things.

"Good morning, Madam Pomfrey, we are here to visit Harry and the others." Loren said.

"Good morning, Madam Pomfrey."

The Weasley siblings followed suit and greeted in unison, being very polite.

Madam Pomfrey squinted her eyes to examine them, and finally opened the door sideways and led several people to the bed where Harry and others were: "No fighting, no noise, no snacks."

Harry and Ron had just finished the nutritious breakfast provided by Madam Pomfrey, which was exclusively provided for the ward, including boiled eggs, buckwheat bread, boiled chicken breast... The characteristic was that it was healthy but unpalatable. The two were about to open the snacks with bitter faces, but were caught by Madam Pomfrey.

Yesterday, the headmaster was present and Dumbledore took the lead in eating snacks. She was concerned about the headmaster's face and it was difficult for her to control him. But today was different. Madam Pomfrey took away the snacks neatly and left the space for the little wizards to reunite.

Harry and Ron watched the snacks fly away eagerly, then they noticed a few people: "Why are you here so early?"

Ginny suddenly jumped between Harry and Ron and looked closely at Harry's bandaged right hand.

Harry felt a little shy under the intense gaze and scratched his head. "It's fine now. There's no scar at all. It was Madam Pomfrey who insisted on bandaging it."

The little witch's courage was like a soap bubble, which was punctured by his voice. Ginny, who had just looked at him boldly, blushed instantly, nodded, and shrank back to Ron.

Concerned about Harry's injury, George and Fred set their sights on Ron. They sat beside Ron, put their hands on Ron's shoulders, and shook him affectionately.

George slapped him on the shoulder. "Look what our little baby Ronnie has done. He gave us a surprise right after the holiday!"

Fred chuckled twice: "You guys completed the great adventure right after Seamus left. Was that on purpose?"

"Too bad Harry hasn't petrified them yet at a Quidditch match."

"Tell us what's going on?"

……

They were laughing and joking, and Loren turned and retreated into Hermione's compartment.

The curtain seemed to block out the noise outside, and the compartment was filled with a peaceful atmosphere, as if it were another world.

The little cat girl stretched out her legs and sat on the hospital bed. She was wearing a white striped hospital gown on her upper body, a robe on her shoulders, and a quilt covering her lower body. Her little paws were scratching at the Animagus notebook.

Hermione had noticed the noise outside a long time ago. When she saw Loren come in, her eyes lit up. Her big, round cat eyes seemed to contain golden stars.

"Is it boring in the ward?" Lauren sat directly next to Hermione and looked at her notebook.

"It's okay, it's just a little inconvenient to turn the pages." Hermione's voice was soft and gentle.

Although she was troubled by her current appearance at first, the basilisk issue was resolved, she didn't have to go to school during the holidays, and there were no urgent matters to worry about, so Hermione quickly accepted this situation.

She has always been a person who can endure loneliness. As long as she has books, she can feel at ease anywhere.

Looking at the hands that were curled up like cat claws, Loren smiled maliciously: "Great, if my palms were curled up too, I wouldn't have to do my holiday homework because I can't hold a quill."

What are you talking about... Hermione pushed his head away angrily: "Don't talk nonsense, Madam Pomfrey said that I will be able to recover in about two weeks. I will definitely catch up with my studies."

Suddenly, she sniffed, leaned close to Loren's face and sniffed it, tilted her head and asked, "Beef pie and milk?"

The triangular cat's nose rubbed against his cheek, cool and moist... Loren's neck stiffened, and he moved away unnaturally: "I got up late, so George and Fred brought me breakfast."

Hermione didn't notice his strangeness and nodded to herself: "Don't be lazy as soon as the holiday comes. Finish your homework early, otherwise you will end up like Harry and Ron, who have to work overtime before school starts."

She thought about it, but still felt uneasy: "From now on, you will come to me every day. I will watch you do your homework and review the Animagus content. After all, Professor McGonagall will have an exam after the holidays."

"Understood, Professor Granger—"

Bang!

The sarcastic Loren was punched by the cat again.

Bang bang bang!

There was a knock on the shelf where the curtains were hung, like someone knocking on the door.

"Hermione, can we come in and take a look?" George's excited voice came from outside.

They learned the whole story from Harry and Ron, and knew how they got into the Slytherin common room. George and Fred were very interested when they heard that there was a problem with Hermione's Polyjuice Potion.

"No!" Hermione screamed and quickly hid under the quilt.

Although she had accepted her current appearance and could remain calm in front of Loren, the thought of appearing in front of others like this...

No!

Totally unacceptable!

Outside the cubicle, George and Fred were still unwilling to give up. They were too interested in the Polyjuice Potion, which could change a person's appearance and even give them the characteristics of other animals. They dreamed of making a potion with this effect.

Since Loren can go in, there shouldn't be anything that he can't see, and it shouldn't be considered offensive...

Fred reached out his hand, trying to draw aside the curtain for a peek.

Snapped!

Ginny slapped the back of his hand hard, leaving a red mark instantly. Ginny put her hands on her hips and glared at the twins angrily, looking a bit like Molly, like a little lion.

She looked at the twins sternly, "Hermione said you can't watch!"

Loren, who was about to leave the cubicle, stopped and stood there listening to the noise outside.

"We—" George hadn't finished his defense.

Ginny raised her hand to hit them again, not giving them any chance at all, looking just like Mrs. Weasley disciplining her children.

Inexplicably, George and Fred got scared. They muttered angrily:

"If you don't want to watch, don't watch."

"Why are you so fierce?"

The noise of the quarrel attracted Madam Pomfrey. She rushed over and stared at the twins. Her expression was even more fierce than Ginny's. She was so angry that her hair propped up her tailcoat. "Did I ever say no noise?"

George and Fred hung their heads and made no answer.

Madam Pomfrey snorted, and came over to Harry and Ron. After a quick checkup, she confirmed that they were almost fine.

She looked at the group of people with disdain: "They can be discharged now, you guys should leave now!"

"Thank you, Madam Pomfrey!" Harry and Ron looked delighted and quickly got up and put on their clothes and shoes.

After packing everything up, he moved away, and Ginny followed behind, sighing, dragging her two careless brothers.

To be honest, before school started, her brothers pooled their money to buy her a full set of new books, a cauldron, a magic robe... Ginny was very grateful to them.

After the school officially started, she saw some little wizards wearing old robes and carrying old books to school. Even though they tried their best to avoid and restrain themselves, their embarrassment and worries were still revealed in every aspect of the classroom.

Ginny's gratitude towards her brothers became even more heartfelt. She almost thought that these people had really grown up, but the result was still a mess.

George and Fred indulge in pranks. The right pranks can make everyone happy, but pranks without boundaries can be annoying.

Hermione had refused so clearly, but these two people still wanted to peek.

"Oh, really..." Ginny shook her head and dragged the two older children out tiredly. She felt a little empathy for her mother's troubles.

Hermione was able to let Loren see it because Loren was special, why didn't these people understand... Ginny secretly glanced at Harry who was playing with Ron in front, and thought to herself, if only her brothers could be half as good as Harry...

Hearing that everyone outside was kicked out of the school infirmary, Loren sat back in his seat with peace of mind. Madam Pomfrey was kicking them out, so what does it have to do with me, Loren Morgan?

Just as he was thinking this, Madam Pomfrey's voice came from outside: "Mr. Morgan, you come out too."

Hermione and Loren looked at each other. Seeing the helpless expression on his face, Hermione smiled gently and waved her lips silently at him: "Goodbye, Mr. Morgan~"

"I'm here, Madam Pomfrey." Loren waved goodbye, walked out of the compartment, stood in front of Madam Pomfrey and was about to leave.

Madam Pomfrey glanced at him and stopped him: "Have you forgotten, Dumbledore told me that you should take Lockhart to St. Mungo's Sanatorium with me?"

As she spoke, she came to Lockhart's bedside and gave him a small bottle of potion that glowed like moonlight. "His soul has been irreversibly damaged. I searched through books until late at night before I found this potion that can wake him up."

Hermione parted the curtain a little and peeked outside with her round eyes.

The potion took effect quickly, Gilderoy Lockhart's eyes rolled and blinked a few times, and then slowly opened his eyes. He sat up quickly and looked at them kindly, with a friendly smile on his face, without any sign of illness.

"Hello," he said. "This is a strange place, isn't it? Do you live here?"

Chapter 217 St. Mungo's Hospital

"Are you a doctor? Why am I here?" Lockhart guessed based on Madam Pomfrey's attire.

"Poor Professor Lockhart." Madam Pomfrey sighed, opening his eyelids to observe the pupils.

"Oh, you call me Professor Lockhart." Lockhart let her fingers play with him. "I'm a professor? God, I didn't think I would amount to much!"

"Merlin's beard," said Madam Pomfrey, shaking her head. "Gilderoy Lockhart, do you remember what year it is and how old you are?"

"What year?" Lockhart opened his mouth in confusion, thinking back blankly, but after thinking for a while, he couldn't come up with an answer.

Madam Pomfrey interrupted his thoughts: "Get up, we are leaving for St. Mungo's Infirmary."

Although he didn't know what St. Mungo's Infirmary was, Lockhart got out of bed quickly, put on his shoes, and stayed obediently beside Madam Pomfrey.

"Fortunately, Principal Dumbledore opened a back door for us..." Ms. Pomfrey muttered, and took out a silver syringe from the medical equipment cabinet.

Loren and Lockhart both looked at the silver syringe curiously. It was a door key leading to St. Mungo's, but the slender needle tip flashed with a sharp cold light, and it looked like it was not just for decoration.

It is not known whether it was made by Dumbledore or by Madam Pomfrey herself. As the resident therapist, Madam Pomfrey had close communication with St. Mungo's. If it were not for the special magic of Hogwarts, she would definitely apply to open the Floo network between Hogwarts and St. Mungo's.

"Come on, gentlemen, come closer." Madam Pomfrey beckoned, and asked the two to put their hands on the silver syringe.

"Okay, I'll count to three, one-two-three-"

A hook hooked a little behind the navel, and with a jerk, the solidity of the feet on the ground disappeared, and the hands were firmly glued to the silver syringe. They marched in the sound of the wind, and the needles pulled them.

With the sudden feeling of falling, my feet suddenly hit the ground, shaking my knees. Madam Pomfrey's voice sounded in my ears: "We are here."

This was a cramped and narrow red telephone booth, and it was a bit crowded for three people to squeeze in. Madam Pomfrey pushed the door open and walked out first, and Lockhart followed behind her with brisk steps.

Loren came out at last, and found that they were in a deserted alley, the back end of the alley was sealed off by a red brick wall, leaving only one opening to get in and out.The neat brick walls on both sides and the graffiti on them all highlight the Muggle characteristics.

It seems that this is not St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries. Loren asked curiously, "Ms. Pomfrey, why doesn't the portkey lead directly to the interior of St. Mungo's Hospital?"

"In order to protect the safety of patients, everything entering St. Mungo's, whether it is a person or an object, must be inspected." Madam Pomfrey walked quickly, leading the two out of the exit and turning into another alley with complex roads.