The days at Hogwarts

Almost jumping out of my chest.

Loren felt a soft and tender touch, like pudding. Even stronger than the touch was the girl's exhalation, which suddenly accelerated and breathed into his heart with the girl's fragrance.

Warm gently.

The scent of hairspray and shampoo, the scent of detergent on the skirt, the milky scent of a young girl... I couldn't tell what it was, but my nostrils were filled with Hermione's scent.

……

"Loren, I'm back!" Bates opened the door with a large bag of fertilizer and plant medicine, changed his shoes and went into the house.

He noticed there was an extra ginger cushion on the sofa, and Loren was sitting upright next to it with a goofy smile on his face.

Bates was a little surprised. Usually, as soon as Loren's butt touched the sofa, he would collapse into it like a mollusk, but today his sitting posture was so normal.

"How was your fun playing with little Hermione today? By the way, Wendell and Monica are too busy and tired to come over, so they asked me to pass the birthday present to you." Bates said, and when he got closer, he found that the cushion was actually a big cat.

This brought back memories of managing animals on the ranch, and Bates picked up Crookshanks, who was sleeping on the sofa, parted his long fur to take a look, and then opened his mouth to look at his teeth.

Bates smiled and praised: "It's a good lamb, just a little malnourished. It will definitely be a good hunter if it is fed well."

Crookshanks looked confused and let Bates check him out.

Loren still didn't move, just staring stupidly at the air in front of him with a silly smile on his face.

"What a fool! What's the matter with him?" Bates muttered, and took Crookshanks into the bathroom to give him a bath.

On the other side, at Granger's house.

"Hermione, it's time for dinner!" Wendell knocked on his daughter's bedroom door.

"Don't eat——"

My daughter's voice was muffled, as if it was coming from under a quilt or pillow.

Wendell scratched his head, as if remembering something: "Did you guys go out to play today and eat with Loren?"

"Yes! I've eaten!"

This time the sound was clearer, and my daughter seemed to have crawled out from under the quilt, but it was a little strange, and her voice seemed to be filled with anger and shame.

"Girls have reached puberty?" Wendell was confused and shook his head as he went to discuss his daughter's puberty with his wife. Then he was scolded by Monica, and he was even more confused.

……

Loren opened his eyes drowsily and woke up from the bed.

When he stood up, he stretched his arms and lumbar spine, then leaned against the head of the bed, staring at the bedroom door in a trance. Usually at this time, Hermione would Apparate in his bedroom and wake him up.

Then the memories of yesterday gradually came to mind.

I got A! ?

I actually went straight to A!!

Hermione won't ignore me anymore, will she?

"emmm..."

She didn't seem to refuse or get angry at the time.

Loren thought so, stood up, put on his shoes, rubbed his face and walked to the bathroom. After washing up, he found the clean ginger cat on the sofa.

Sensing the arrival, Crookshanks raised his head and opened his yellow eyes: "Meow?"

"It's okay." Loren chuckled, "Let's go wake up your master."

"Meow?"

"That's right, Hermione is your owner, and she paid for you."

Loren picked up Crookshanks, shook his wand, and disappeared on the spot with a "bang".

Chapter 277 Harry Potter: Homecoming

Chapter 277 Harry Potter: Homecoming

August 8, Hampstead Gardens, Granger's home on the outskirts of the city.

Hermione was still asleep when Loren appeared in her room.

The girl's sleeping position was the same as her usual style, lying neatly on the soft mattress, covered with a thin summer blanket with a blue starry sky pattern, and wearing cute little bear pajamas.

The girl's eye bags were slightly swollen and there was a faint dark circle around her eyes.

She probably slept very late last night... Loren thought so as he looked at Hermione's sleeping face.

He wanted to wake her up and accuse her of breaking into his bedroom so many times during the holidays, but the moment he saw her face, all thoughts of waking her up were put on hold.

Crookshanks found a narrow gap between the cabinet and the wall, crawled in and curled up into a ball, with its two front paws tucked under its body. It sat there obediently, looking at its two new owners intently, and even looked a little cute.

The sun came out and the sky gradually brightened.

Hermione's eyelashes trembled slightly. The light triggered her long-standing biological clock. The regular work and rest habits were fighting against mental fatigue and waking her up from her slumber.

Loren thought about it, sat down next to him, covered it with his palm, blocked the light, picked up the wand with his other hand, and whispered: "Expecto Guardian"

His mind naturally recalled the memories of yesterday evening. He controlled the spell and did not summon all the patronuses, only letting a faint silver light flow out from the tip of the staff.

Under his palm he felt Hermione's eyelashes flutter slower and slower, then finally stopped completely, and the girl continued to sleep peacefully.

Just as Loren thought, the peaceful and cheerful light of the patron saint has a certain calming effect on the mind.

The two of them stayed in this position for an unknown amount of time before Monica knocked on the door and said that she and Wendell were going to work, and asked Hermione to remember to eat breakfast...

When Hermione slowly woke up, she felt that she had a very comfortable sleep and had a very long dream.

In the dream, she kept kissing Loren. Sometimes Loren took the initiative, and sometimes she took the initiative. Later, the dream gradually became chaotic. Loren's burning lips repeatedly fell around her eyes and forehead...

How could I have such a ridiculous dream...

Hermione opened her eyes shyly. The skin around her eyes could feel the softness and warmth of Loren's palm. Through the tiny gaps between her fingers, she could see some morning light coming through the window.

The air was filled with the scent of Loren and the orange-flavored toothpaste, which made me feel particularly at ease. The warmth on my eyes made me want to continue sleeping.

Lauren felt an itch in his palm, the touch of the girl's eyelashes, until Hermione woke up and he withdrew his hand from her face.

"Well……"

The sudden appearance of light made the scene in front of Hermione suddenly bright. She felt it was a bit dazzling. She squinted her eyes slightly and purred like a kitten.

Loren lowered his head and met Hermione's brown eyes.

Hermione thought of what happened yesterday evening and the messy dream she had just had. Her cheeks suddenly turned red. She shrank into the quilt, half of her face was hidden in the quilt, and only a pair of smart and shy eyes were exposed: "What are you doing here?"

Loren smiled and said softly, "Come to wake you up."

"You don't have to scream!" Hermione's humming sound came out from under the quilt, a little distorted, buzzing and somewhat cute.

"By the way, let me tell you about what happened yesterday."

Hermione's eyes widened, and she looked at him fiercely and threatened: "Don't tell me, don't mention it!"

Loren blinked his eyes, his expression innocent and simple: "I mean Crookshanks, I want to discuss with you whether to keep it at my house or yours."

Crookshanks in the corner called out at the right time: "Meow~"

"You!" Hermione was embarrassed and angry, "Go out first, I'll talk to you after I change into pajamas!"

Loren went out as he was told, and Crookshanks followed him in small steps.

The morning air is somewhat cool, with a scent of dew, and the late summer breeze blows over, feeling cool on my face.

From the open-air balcony on the second floor, you can see the Granger family's courtyard, the Loren family's courtyard next door, and the greenery on both sides of Hampstead Garden Road.

Summer is drawing to a close, the sycamores have passed their greenest and the edges of their leaves are beginning to fade. Plants are becoming more sensitive and are already paving the way for autumn.

Most spring and summer flowers, such as bluebells and tulips, have already bloomed, with only a few still stubbornly holding on to their petals. The willow herb, which has a longer flowering period, is still smiling, with purple-red flowers of all sizes hanging from the branches, standing out against the deep and light green.

Don’t worry, some flowers have bloomed, while others are still nurturing vigorous vitality.

Hermione's voice came out before her body: "Of course Crookshanks is kept by me, I bought it!"

Loren looked at the hydrangeas blooming on both sides of the street. The elegant blue and white flowers hung down from the branches. They were blooming beautifully and showed no sign of withering.

He smiled.

There is ample time.

……

September 9st, back-to-school day.

Loren packed everything the night before.

Just throw the clothes, textbooks and snacks you need to take into the pendant and leave the suitcase empty. It is easy and convenient.

While he was sleeping and resting, Bates stuffed his empty box with some winter clothes, candy, and cat food that the old man bought himself.

After breakfast, Bates took Loren to the Granger house next door.

Hermione was standing at the door. She had packed her things long ago, also a light box. In her other hand she carried a wicker frame, which was supposed to contain the ginger Crookshanks.

But now Crookshanks was still in Wendell's arms, his movements were very gentle, as if he was holding Hermione's younger brother.

"You're here!" Hermione waved happily.

She checked her watch. It was not yet nine o'clock. The Hogwarts Express was leaving at 11 o'clock, and it would take them less than five minutes to Apparate to King's Cross Station.

So the group went back into the house and sat down to say goodbye before leaving.

"Wendell, do you want to go fishing this weekend? My friend said there's an ocean current passing through recently, and it's full of fish." Bates sat on the sofa, his tone full of temptation.

Wendell's eyes lit up: "Go! Of course, the clinic has been busy, and I really should relax."

So Bates turned around and discussed the itinerary with Monica.

Loren and Hermione looked at each other with blank eyes. This was not the farewell scene they had imagined.

Wendell laid Crookshanks on the sofa and rubbed his belly. "Can we take Crookshanks to school? Is it convenient for you to take care of him at school? Otherwise, let's leave him at home."

Crookshanks opened his mouth lazily: "Aim!"

Wendel didn't care about being rejected. He smiled and opened its mouth to check the health of its teeth. He also pinched its paws to check its nails.

Crookshanks curled up in the soft sofa and let him do whatever he wanted, only occasionally kicking Wendel's hands away with his hind legs when Wendel made him uncomfortable.

It was not until nearly eleven o'clock that Loren and Hermione finished packing and stood up with their boxes. Crookshanks suddenly woke up, broke free from Wendell's arms, ran towards Loren, and grabbed his shoes.

Bates stood up and looked at the two children. In the blink of an eye, they had grown so tall. His eyes sparkled. "Will you be back for Christmas?"

Loren picked up Crookshanks and took out his wand with his other hand and held it in his hand: "I will come back this time."

"You little brat, you said the same thing two years ago." Bates scolded with a smile.

Loren grinned.

boom--

……

As soon as Loren and Hermione got into the car and put their luggage away, they were caught by Harry and Ron who were guarding the door.

Harry looked troubled, but his shirt had been cleaned by Mrs. Weasley, and his hair was done, and he looked much better than when Lauren had seen him in the soda fountain.

As for Ron, after not seeing him for a summer vacation, there seemed to be more freckles on his face.

"Loren! Hermione! You will never believe that we actually came to the station in the Ministry of Magic's special car this morning!" Ron suppressed his excitement and waved his hands happily. "My dad said it was a classic dark green model. The drivers are all mysterious staff members of the Ministry of Magic. It's a pity that you didn't see them. Their bright green velvet suits are so cool!"

Hermione put Crookshanks into the wicker frame. It looked listless and listless. The aftereffects of Apparition made it a little listless.

Loren noticed Harry's expression and asked, "What's going on?"

Just then, a whistle sounded from the front and the train started. The feeling of the shift in center of gravity made them realize that the train was gradually accelerating.

Harry whispered to his friends around him, "Let's find a place to talk alone."

Loren and Hermione, Harry and Ron, the four of them walked down the aisle, trying to find an empty compartment.

Not far away, they saw Percy walking towards them with the student president badge, with a reserved pride on his face. The kind of posture and movement that expected people to notice his prefect badge, but with a humble expression pretending not to care.

"Prefect Percy!" Loren called deliberately, "Do you know of any empty cubicles?"

"Oh, Loren and Hermione, hello. All the compartments are occupied, but when I was assigning tasks to the prefects of each college at the back of the train, I seemed to see an empty compartment." Percy frowned, straightened his collar casually, and raised the chairman badge on his chest, seemingly unintentionally, "Ahem, maybe you want to ask me why I assign tasks to the prefects. This is because Professor McGonagall gave me the responsibility of student president."

"I'm not trying to show off. What I mean is that if you have any doubts or difficulties in your studies or life, you can come to me." He raised his head proudly and gave Harry and Ron a look, "You too."