The days at Hogwarts

Old Mrs. Longbottom turned her head in disbelief and looked at her son Frank. His face did not have the usual stupidity and confusion, and he was looking around in confusion.

"Dumbledore? Mom?" Frank scratched his head. "Alice, this?"

He seemed to have lost some of his memory. He looked around the ward at a loss, full of doubts about his wife's frail face.

Alice stared at the painful Neville and let out short, crying sounds.

She held her heart, tears streaming from her eyes: "Neville..."

"Frank, Alice, you finally woke up!" Mrs. Longbottom's eyes were filled with tears of surprise.

The old man's cry of joy triggered their memories. Frank and Alice hurriedly got out of bed, stumbled over, and hugged their family and cried bitterly.

Loren and Dumbledore looked at each other and quietly left the closed ward together.

Walking along the corridor towards the stairs, Dumbledore rubbed his eyes and said with emotion: "The reunion of lovers after a long separation is the most touching. It is like this in all stories."

Loren watched Dumbledore rubbing his eyes with a bit of toothache. He was originally somewhat moved, but now he couldn't be moved anymore: "You are over a hundred years old, you shouldn't be moved to tears."

Believe me, no one would be able to get used to seeing an old man with white beard and white hair.

"Emotion knows no age limit. Even if Nico were still alive at 600 years old, he would cry when he saw this scene." Dumbledore said, "He is always moved to tears when he watches an opera."

"The Longbottom family, who have gone through so much hardship, are reunited again. Thanks to you, Loren, you gave this story a happy ending."

Then I'll have to go back and ask Flamel.

Loren shook his head. "Neville found his parents. He seemed to have suffered a lot in the third level of the illusion."

As they passed the end of the corridor, they saw Healer Meliam in the next room, concentrating on writing medical records. Her feather pen was flying across the parchment, almost leaving an afterimage.

The two of them walked lightly and went down the fourth floor before speaking again.

"It was you who proposed the treatment and paved the way for Neville to reunite with his parents." Dumbledore said sincerely, "Loren, you have a heart as bright as gold. I only hope that this heart will never be stained by dust."

Loren's mind automatically transformed his words into chicken soup, and then he pretended not to hear: "Not all patients with spiritual problems can be cured with this method. Keep it a secret for me, and don't let any messy people come to me."

Dumbledore smiled and said, "I see."

"Also, tell the Longbottoms to keep it a secret as well."

"They will."

After leaving the gate of St. Mungo's Hospital, Loren took Dumbledore's teleportation back to Hogwarts.

All the little wizards had left, and the entire castle was silent. The blooming bluebells and the lush green bushes in the courtyard made the scene even more tranquil.

The ghosts no longer had to worry about passing through the body of some little wizard when flying quickly. They could jump around the castle freely, and their silver-white ghost figures could leave a tail of light.

Sir Nicholas' body was flying in front, and his head was pulled behind by a thin piece of skin and flesh, like flying a kite. Loren was so shocked by the sight.

Walking into the Gryffindor common room, Loren immediately saw Hermione standing by the window, wearing a blue and white plaid casual jacket, black jeans, and smiling.

"I've learned how to Apparate!" Hermione raised her smooth chin with pretended pride, "Don't tease me during the summer vacation, or I'll make you suffer!"

The girl gritted her teeth, clenched her fists and shook her wrists. Her fair skin seemed to be shining in the sunlight, making it impossible to take your eyes away.

Loren walked over with a smile and put her fist down: "It's almost lunch time. Should we eat lunch and then go home or go home and have lunch."

Hermione's attention was diverted, and she thought for a moment: "Let's eat at school. I still have some things to pack, so I probably won't be able to make it in time for lunch at home."

"That's fine, but what's there to clean up? Isn't it better to put everything into the pendant space?"

"It's just to sort out the things in the pendant. You can't just put them in and pile them up randomly."

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Loren fell silent.

"Eh~" Hermione glanced at him with disdain, "You're not just piling it up randomly, are you?"

"My things are all clean. They won't get dirty if they're piled up in a mess. Besides, I can find what I need, so how can they be considered a mess? It's just that their arrangement doesn't conform to the traditional concept of neatness." Luo Li retorted righteously.

Hermione moved forward, reached out and pulled the dolphin pendant from his collar, peering inside through the scales.

The girl's sudden approach made Loren's heart skip a beat. He could feel the hot breath from Hermione hitting his neck, which made him feel that the sunlight coming in through the window was scorching hot.

Loren tilted his neck back, trying to move away, but Hermione pulled his clothes and said, "Don't move. Let me see what a mess your storage space is in!"

Driven by this force, Loren couldn't help but rush forward and his lips pressed against the girl's forehead.

Both of them were a little overwhelmed, and stood there for a moment, their lips pressed against their foreheads, like two pieces of hot flint pressed together, and the hot breath kept drilling into their noses.

About half a minute later, Hermione finally reacted and took a few steps back. Her face flushed, and she said quickly, "I, I still have some things to clean up in my dormitory. I'll go clean up my things first. You tidy up your space. It's too messy, yes, too messy!"

When I raised my eyes, I saw that the man actually pursed his lips, as if he was savoring something.

Hermione became even more embarrassed and ran away in a panic.

Watching the girl's back disappear on the stairs, Loren smiled and said, "You still want to teach me a lesson..."

After returning to the dormitory, Hermione went straight into the quilt, making shy whimpers. After the shyness faded away, a sweet feeling arose in her heart, and the area between her eyebrows was itchy, but she couldn't scratch it, and this itch went straight into her heart.

Ten minutes later, Hermione calmed down and tiptoed out of the dormitory, walked through the corridor, stood on the stairs and looked down, carefully observing Loren's situation.

Loren was sitting on the sofa holding up a copy of Transfiguration Today. Out of the corner of his eye he noticed the head that was peeking out, and it looked like a frightened kitten that might shrink back at any moment.

There was no change in Loren's expression. He said in a calm tone, "Come downstairs and have lunch. After lunch, we'll go home."

Hermione breathed a sigh of relief but also felt inexplicably regretful. She responded and walked out, and the two went downstairs to have lunch together.

When they arrived at the Great Hall, they were surprised to find that the college tables had been moved to the wall. A table much shorter than the long college table was placed in the middle of the hall. Dumbledore, McGonagall, Snape, Sprout, Flitwick and Professor Kettleburn were sitting there, as well as the administrator Filch, Madam Pince, Madam Pomfrey and Hagrid.

"Loren, Hermione! Come and sit here!" Dumbledore called out cheerfully, "You made it in time. Sylvanus left in the afternoon, and we decided to hold another lunch for him. There aren't many people, and it would be a bit silly to use the college dining table... Sit, sit!"

The two sat down on the right side of the table, next to Hagrid at the end.

"Wait a moment, there are also Professor Victor of Arithmancy, Professor Burbage of Muggle Studies, and Professor Babling of Ancient Runes." Dumbledore said with a smile, "Well, it's a pity that Professor Trelawney of Divination always keeps to himself, otherwise you would be able to meet the professors of all the elective courses."

Professor McGonagall added, "Professor Barbling is in a hurry to go to Egypt to participate in the excavation of an ancient site and has already left."

Hermione's eyes lit up, and she asked Professor Kettleburn beside her with great interest: "What is the content of the Care of Magical Creatures class, professor? What magical creatures will we come into contact with?"

Celtic Born laughed: "Then you've asked the wrong person. I'm going to retire soon, and I won't be the one teaching you Care of Magical Creatures next semester."

Before the little witch could show a disappointed look, he added cheerfully, "But I have recommended Hagrid to the headmaster to take over the position of Professor of Care of Magical Creatures. You can ask him."

"Hagrid! Really?" Hermione exclaimed in surprise.

Hagrid was a little embarrassed: "I, I'm not sure... I don't know if I can do it well."

"Believe me, Hagrid! No one is more suitable for this position than you." Professor Keltborn wanted to pat him on the shoulder, but after looking at his body shape, he withdrew his hand.

Dumbledore smiled and nodded: "I think so too. You can do it, Hagrid."

Hagrid was so moved that he was about to cry. At this moment, the door opened again. It was Professor Trelawney, who slid towards them like she was on wheels.

"Sybyl, what a pleasant surprise!" said Dumbledore, standing up.

"I was looking into my crystal ball, Headmaster," said Professor Trelawney in her most disembodied voice. "To my surprise, I saw myself leaving my solitary dinner behind to join you at yours. How could I refuse a hint from fate? I have hastened down from my tower, begging your pardon for my late arrival..."

Professor Trelawney in this state gave Loren a bad feeling in his heart.

"Of course, of course," Dumbledore said, "Professor Babbling's seat just happened to be vacant. Please take a seat, please take a seat."

However, Professor Trelawney did not sit down. Her big eyes rolled around the table and she suddenly let out a low scream: "I dare not, Headmaster! If I sit down at the table, there will be thirteen of us! The most unlucky thing! Don't forget, whenever thirteen people dine together, the first one to stand up will definitely be the first to die!"

Loren's pupils trembled violently, and he suddenly remembered the plot about the banquet of thirteen. Few of Trelawney's predictions when she was awake were true, but this one happened to come true.

Looking at Dumbledore who had already stood up, he quickly counted the number of people.

Fortunately, there are only twelve people.

Opening the magic vision, Loren confirmed again that the mouse Banban was not there, the beetle Rita was not there, there was no hidden Animagus, and there was no ghost hiding under the table. No matter how he counted, there were only twelve people.

As everyone looked at Trelawney, Dumbledore noticed something strange about him.

"We're willing to take the risk, Sybil. Sit down," said Professor McGonagall impatiently.

When she sat down, there were really thirteen people... Loren stood up suddenly, facing everyone's surprised eyes, and was silent for a while: "Professor, I think we should not take the risk. It happens that Hermione and I are in a hurry to go home, so we will go back first."

Hermione stared at him blankly.

Professor McGonagall thought that Loren was confused by Sibyl's identity as a divination professor, so she tried to persuade him to stay, "Don't worry, Loren. Unless there is a crazy axeman waiting outside the door to kill the first person who walks out of the hall, there will be no other danger here."

Professor Flitwick and Professor Keltburn burst into laughter. Professor Trelawney seemed greatly insulted, and glared at Professor McGonagall angrily, then looked at Laurent expectantly.

Loren stood there in a dilemma, not knowing whether to leave or not.

Dumbledore saw his embarrassment and said with a smile, "Minerva, we should understand that students want to go home early. After all, we were like that when we were in school."

He looked at Loren and said, "See you next semester. By the way, give my regards to Mr. and Mrs. Granger and Mr. Bates."

"Goodbye! Principal and professors!" Loren relaxed, dragged Hermione out of the hall, and disappeared from the professors' sight.

Trelawney smiled triumphantly and sat down happily.

There was a moment of silence at the table. Most people thought that Loren was frightened by the title of the divination professor, but some people had different ideas.

Dumbledore and Snape stared at the remaining two positions with thoughtful looks in their eyes.

Sibyl's predictions were not all nonsense, at least one or two of them were true...

You know, there are eleven people at the table now, and Professor Victor of Arithmancy and Professor Bubbage of Muggle Studies have not yet arrived.

Chapter 263 News about the Comet

Hermione was led out of the hall by Loren's hand. She turned around and looked back. There was no crazy executioner standing at the door. The castle was as quiet and peaceful as ever.

As they walked out of the hall and out of the front door onto the path, the sun shone warmly on them, and Hermione knew that he really meant to go home.

"Loren, why should we leave? Do you really believe in Professor Trelawney's prediction?"

Hermione's common sense and reason told her that this prophecy sounded ridiculous.

It was not scientific, or very magical, as Professor McGonagall's pointed retort indicated, that the first person to stand up from a meal of thirteen was the first to die.

But Loren seemed to believe the prophecy and seemed frightened. He refused to eat and insisted on taking her away. She wanted to hear Loren's reasons.

Loren sensed the area covered by the anti-apparition magic and had to walk a little further before he could teleport. Hearing Hermione's question, he hesitated for a moment: "How should I put it? Although Professor Trelawney seems unreliable, her predictions are not all nonsense."

"She once predicted that Harry would defeat Voldemort, and that Dumbledore and I would go to Albania and find Voldemort. It's definitely not credible that the first person to stand up when thirteen people dine together will be the first to die. But when Professor Trelawney said it there, it was like a magic spell, and I thought it was better not to take the risk."

Hermione let Loren lead her forward. She tilted her head and said, "But she only said that the first person to stand up would die first. She didn't say when or why. Although it's not very polite to say this, Dumbledore is already 112 years old -"

Hermione slowed down her pace and muttered quietly, "Normally, he would indeed be the first of us to die."

Loren's steps became slower and slower, and finally he stopped.

He turned around and looked at the little witch with a strange expression: "What you said seems to make sense..."

Influenced by the original plot, he subconsciously thought that this prophecy was ominous. He did not think that according to Dumbledore's contempt for life and death, if he was still alive after completely destroying Voldemort, he would most likely choose to retire, travel around the world for a few years, and then start that great adventure.

If that's the case, Dumbledore should indeed be the first to die.

Loren fell into deep thought: "In that case, let's go back and continue eating?"

"The professors will think you're a fool." Hermione rolled her eyes at him and walked forward holding his hand. "So this prophecy is just correct nonsense. I can also continue to predict that Professor Keltborn should be the second to die. He looks very old and in poor health."

Loren was stunned.

Hiss, what a realistic prophecy, I feel it will most likely come true.

"But, but——" Loren's own ideas were challenged.

"I don't like Professor Trelawney right now, but we'll have to wait until next semester when we take the Divination class to see the details." As Hermione was walking, she suddenly screamed, "I forgot to ask you about the treatment of Neville's parents! Tell me quickly, was the treatment successful?"

"It should have worked. After they woke up, they hugged each other and cried. I was afraid that Dumbledore would cry with them, so I left first."

"That's great." Hermione ignored his nonsense to the old headmaster and walked forward briskly.

We followed the path beside the Black Lake and stopped at the edge of the Forbidden Forest.

Accompanied by a loud explosion, the two men disappeared from the spot one after another.

Hampstead Gardens on the outskirts of the city.

The space in front of the door twisted for a moment, and Loren's figure broke through the space and appeared at the door. The next moment, Hermione appeared beside him.

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Loren asked confusedly, "Why are you coming to my house instead of going back to your own home?"

Hermione tilted her head slightly and said confidently, "My parents are in the clinic, and there's no one at home. And it's you who made me miss lunch, shouldn't I look for you?"

The reason was legitimate and sufficient, so Loren had no choice but to accept it.