The days at Hogwarts

Loren held back his laughter and pointed to his badge: "Mr. Percy, why does your badge say Big Head Ghost?"

The student union president is spelled Head boy, and the big-headed ghost is spelled Humungous Bighead. The abbreviations are both HB, so you might skip them if you are not careful.

Hermione, Harry and Ron, who were watching the show, couldn't hold back any longer and laughed out loud.

Thinking of the fact that he had just walked around the entire train wearing this badge, Percy's face suddenly turned red and he growled in anger: "George! Fred!"

He stalked angrily towards the carriage where the twins were.

When Loren and others arrived at the rear of the car, they found that the empty compartment Percy mentioned already had a sleeping man sitting in it.

The stranger was wearing a ragged wizard's robe with pudding in several places. He looked sickly, with thin cheeks and scraggly beard. He looked weak. Although he looked young, his light brown hair was already a little gray.

They tiptoed into the compartment, closed the sliding door, and sat down away from the sleeping man.

Loren opened his magic vision and carefully looked at the wizard werewolf in front of him. As a wizard, his magic reaction was not weak, but there was another color of magic in his body, which gave Loren a familiar feeling.

It was rare to see such a miserable wizard, malnourished, mentally exhausted, and with low magic activity. Because he insisted on sticking to his bottom line, he had a harder time than other werewolves.

Seeing him, Loren seemed to see Grandpa Bates again...

Loren calmed down and calculated the date. It was September 1993, 9. Today was the full moon. No wonder Lupin was so weak.

No one else noticed Loren's abnormality, so Ron lowered his voice and asked, "Who do you think he is?"

"Professor Remus John Lupin," Hermione replied, pointing to the luggage rack above the man's head.

There was a tattered little trunk, held together with a mass of string, all tied in neat knots, and on one corner was printed the name of Professor Remus John Lupin, though the letters were a little peeling.

"I wonder what subject he teaches?"

"Is there any need to ask? The only vacant teaching position is in the Defense Against the Dark Arts class," Hermione said in a low voice.

As soon as these words came out, Ron immediately stared at Lupin with a vigilant look. The past Defense Against the Dark Arts professor had left him with a bad stereotype.

"Sirius told me about Lupin. He was a good friend of my father." Harry pursed his lips and ultimately did not tell him the information about Lupin.

Ron breathed a sigh of relief and said with a sigh: "I hope he will be a qualified and normal professor, for our own good and his own good."

Out of some sympathy for the kind werewolf, Loren spoke up and revealed Lupin's matter: "By the way, Harry, what do you want to say when you ask us to talk alone?"

Glancing at Loren, Harry's eyes flashed with a strange luster. "It's the Ministry of Magic. In order to let Mr. Weasley look after me, Fudge sent two cars to take us to the station until I was safely on the train."

"How come I didn't know?" Ron exclaimed in disbelief, "Dad said it was a car assigned to him by the Ministry, I thought he got a promotion!"

"I overheard your parents' conversation last night."

"What?! You didn't even call me!"

Hermione ignored the two people who didn't understand the point. She said calmly: "Harry, don't worry too much. We have discussed this matter. Lauren and I both believe that Bellatrix Lestrange has escaped from Britain."

"I thought so too." Harry spread his hands. "I also used your analysis to convince Sirius to sign my Hogsmeade permission form."

"Yes, Hogsmeade! This year we can go to Honeydukes Candy Store together!" Ron had a dreamy expression on his face, "There is everything there... Pepper Pussy, Candy Cane Quills..."

Harry listened eagerly, fascinated.

Loren raised his head, met Hermione's slightly resentful gaze, and grinned.

Chapter 278 Lupin: Is this the third grade?

Professor Lupin slept soundly while chatting all the way. When they were talking, the train had left London and was speeding along the fields full of cattle and sheep. Through the glass, you could see the fields and pastures passing by.

Around twelve o'clock, dark clouds began to gather in the sky, connecting together and making it dark and gloomy.

"It looks like it's going to rain soon." Hermione straightened up and glanced out the window, then looked at Professor Lupin who was sleeping by the window. The window was slightly open and cold wind was blowing in through the gap.

The little witch thought for a moment and whispered, "Should we help the professor close the windows? He will catch a cold."

"Let me do it." Loren stood up and closed the window gently without waking Lupin.

Just then, a fat witch with dimples and a sweet smile pushed open the door of the compartment: "Dear, do you want to buy some food from the car?"

The four of them looked at each other and smiled the same way.

"I'll buy it! I have some bonus left from Egypt, and my mom gave me some pocket money!" Ron jumped up and went to the aisle.

Bibi Multi-Flavor Beans, Puffball Super Bubble Gum, Chocolate Frogs, Pumpkin Pies, Cauldron Cakes... and all kinds of other strange foods, all of which were sold in moderation.

"Twelve silver Sickles, cheaper than I thought!" Ron smiled brightly. He carried a pile of snacks into the box and poured them on the table.

Two years ago, when they were freshmen, he first met Harry, and Harry also bought so many snacks. Ron still remembered the somewhat embarrassing scene at that time, and he had a different feeling when he met old friends and places.

But Ron didn't think much about it. He just wanted to treat his friends to a good meal before his pocket money was wasted or cheated by the twins.

"And this, this meal is on me!" Ron took out a bulging paper box and opened it. There were four sandwiches inside. "Bacon. She finally remembered that I don't like corned beef."

"Mrs. Weasley prepared some for me, too." Harry pulled out a similar paper box and opened it, revealing a similar bacon sandwich inside.

Ron picked up a sandwich, took a bite, and mumbled, "A bit dry... a bit cold... needs to be heated up."

Loren took out a glass jar of honey, shook his wand, and threw in two blue flames: "Put it up and roast for a while."

"Praise Loren!" Ron cheered, stacking two sandwich cartons on top of the glass jar.

The aroma of bacon was slowly roasted. Mrs. Weasley's cooking skills were very good. The sandwiches that had been left for several hours were still tempting after being heated up.

"Meow~" Crookshanks crawled out from the wicker frame, put his hind feet on the seat, and pulled the small table with his front feet, looking at the glass jar with a pair of bright yellow eyes.

Ron was stunned when he saw its persimmon-shaped face: "What an ugly cat."

"Crookshanks, stop running around!" Hermione called out, picked up Crookshanks and glared at Ron. "Nonsense, Crookshanks is so beautiful!"

Harry looked at Crookshanks' face and fell silent for a moment.

At the critical moment, Loren stood up and gave each of them a chocolate frog with a smile: "Eat, eat..."

The dark clouds were getting thicker and thicker, and the sky outside was getting darker and darker. At three or four o'clock in the afternoon, the long-brewing rain finally fell. The train was clanging, the raindrops were hitting, and the wind was whistling outside the window, but Professor Lupin was still sleeping.

Listening to the sound of rain hitting the car window, Loren and the others felt their hearts slowly calm down. Hermione stroked Crookshanks's long ginger fur, and his eyelids began to droop, and he soon fell asleep.

"When will we arrive?" Loren tilted his head and looked out the window.

"Based on the experience of the past two years, maybe after dark." Harry said uncertainly.

Ron, who was concentrating on playing Go on the table, beat Harry again. He put the chess pieces into his mouth and laughed: "If I drive a flying car, it will be faster. If I ride a Firebolt, it will be even faster."

"Please spare the Whomping Willow, and Mr. Weasley." Harry rolled his eyes at him. "We almost killed the Whomping Willow, which is older than us. Your father was fined a large sum of money because of the flying car. If we hadn't won the grand prize, today's sandwich would have been bread slices on top of bread slices."

Ron continued to chuckle.

The rolling hills outside the window became blurred. The train continued to rush north. The rain was getting heavier and heavier. The windows turned a watery gray and gradually darkened.

Loren used his magical vision to look outside the car again and again, but he didn't see the Dementor. He scratched Crookshanks' chin again and again, making it purr with comfort.

Crookshanks opened his eyes a little, kicked away Hermione's hand, crawled off her legs, and curled up in Loren's arms.

Hermione: "..."

Loren couldn't help but smile when he caught a glimpse of the little witch's angry expression: "Hermione?"

"Ok?"

"Would you like to eat some cockroach pile?" Loren pinched a cockroach pile and put it to her mouth.

"No! Um...I don't..."

The sky outside was getting darker and darker. I didn't know if it was because the sun had set or the clouds were too thick, but in the end I couldn't see anything at all. With a click, the lights in the aisle and on the luggage rack all lit up at once.

Shortly after the lights came on, the sound of the wheels gradually disappeared, the train was slowing down and seemed to be about to stop.

"Great!" Ron shook his head quickly to get rid of the sleepiness in his mind, as if he had learned the gesture from Crookshanks. He stood up and walked carefully past Professor Lupin, trying to see the situation outside the window clearly, "Get out of the car quickly, I can't wait to attend the party!"

Hermione looked at her watch, her expression serious: "There's still an hour before we arrive."

"Then why did it stop?" Harry asked.

Loren stood up and looked towards the aisle. Throughout the carriage, countless little wizards' heads poked out of the compartments curiously.

The train screeched to a halt, and the inertia of the brakes caused some luggage to fall from the racks with a ping-pong sound. Then, for no apparent reason, all the lights went out, plunging the entire train into complete darkness.

"what happened?"

"My foot! Who stepped on my foot?"

……

Before the train stopped, a compartment in the middle of the express train, which is the closest to the door.

Neville moved further inside once again.

But Hannah next to her also moved in immediately. The girl had a ruddy face and two golden braids. She shared the Chocolate Frog Wizard Card in her hand with Neville, muttering: "Look, another Dumbledore. They really should print fewer Dumbledore pictures, so that the headmaster will appear more mysterious."

"Yes, yes." Neville stuttered for some reason.

Ever since Mom and Dad woke up, Grandma always said that he had grown up and didn't stutter for the entire summer vacation, but he was a little at a loss when faced with the girl's enthusiasm.

Hannah swung her calves and said in a leisurely tone, "Neville, tell me about your parents. During the holidays, many guests at the Leaky Cauldron were talking about the reputation of the Longbottoms."

Just then, the train suddenly stopped and the lights went out.

"what--"

Hannah lost her balance and fell forward.

Neville quickly reached out to hold her arm, and only let go after making sure the girl was sitting firmly: "Are you okay?"

"No, it's okay." Hannah's heart was pounding. She stared at Neville blankly and felt that Neville was a little different now. "Neville, I--"

"Shh." Neville stopped her from talking. Amid the voices of the little wizards, they heard the sound of the car door opening.

In the dim light of the sky, they seemed to see something boarding the car.

Along with those things came a strange chill, not the coolness brought by the autumn rain, but a more penetrating chill that made one's soul shiver.

"Stay there," Neville whispered. He pushed open the door of the compartment and walked out slowly.

Hannah heard the door of the compartment close, then a slight crack, and a flickering flame illuminated the compartment and the door. In the light of the flame, she could see clearly what had boarded the car.

A cloaked figure, tall and large, almost touching the ceiling. A hand stretched out from under the cloak, which was completely unlike the hand of a normal creature. There was no plump flesh, but a dead gray-white human skin clinging to the bones, shining eerily, and seemed to be covered with mucus and corpse spots, like something that had rotted in the water after death.

The moment he saw the Dementors clearly, Neville felt that he couldn't breathe, and a dizzy feeling drilled into his brain. In a trance, he heard screams from far away, Bellatrix Lestrange's torture... wailing, the screams of pain from being tortured by the Cruciatus Curse...

Neville nearly fainted.

"Neville! Neville!" Hannah's somewhat panicked voice came through the compartment door.

Seeing that he had woken up, Hannah showed a surprised expression on her face, and then immediately grabbed the door handle to open the door and pull Neville back.

"Stay there!" Neville pushed hard against the compartment door, gasping for breath, and looked back at the Dementors.

The thing seemed to be adapting to the joyful atmosphere that was almost overflowing in the carriage. It took long breaths slowly, immersed in the positive and joyful emotions of the little wizards, and moved very slowly.

Ever since the news of Lestrange's escape came out, Dad has been looking for an opportunity to be reinstated or for revenge, and has been paying special attention to news from the Ministry of Magic.

As a descendant of an Auror family, he certainly knew what the hell it was, and even knew why it came. At the same time, he also knew that this thing was mentally confused and difficult to communicate with. Facing a whole car of tempting food, it might lose control at any time.

"Listen Hannah, I'm going to go get help now. Try not to alarm that thing, I'll be back soon."

Hannah nodded obediently. Longbottom now seemed particularly convincing.

Neville strode to the rear of the car... Compared to the prefect and the chairman, he subconsciously felt that the other person was more reliable.

As I watched his figure disappear into the distance, a dark shadow slowly passed by my eyes.

Hannah's eyes suddenly widened. She wanted to scream, but it seemed as if an invisible hand had grabbed her throat, and the scream was stuck in her throat. The pervasive chill mixed with fear and panic entered her lungs along with her breath, and then spread to her whole body.

The ghost thing seemed to be attracted by Neville and followed his footsteps and floated over!

After the Dementors left the carriage, Hannah whimpered twice, wiped her eyes, resolutely pushed open the compartment door, and ran towards the prefect's compartment at the front of the train.

……

The door of the compartment suddenly opened, and a fat figure squeezed in. He was panicking but forced himself to calm down: "Loren, Dementors are on board--"

Before Neville could finish his words, he saw Harry's eyes roll up and his whole body slid limply from his seat to the floor.

"Harry!" Ron rushed over.

Seeing other people looking at the back of him in disbelief, Neville suddenly understood, and a strong sense of self-blame surged in his heart - he attracted the Dementors!

Loren and Hermione immediately took out their wands and pointed them at the Dementors.

There was a "groaning" sound coming from under the dirty and tattered cloak, and a biting chill swept over them at some point. It seemed as if there was a strange shadow under the cloak that was constantly twisting and wriggling, and a black mist carrying negative emotions was constantly rolling, flowing out from under the cloak and dissipating, and constantly being generated.

Just one look at the Dementors and I felt many painful memories surge up from the bottom of my heart. Happiness and positive emotions seemed to be absorbed by the Dementors along with the air and chill, and indifference and negativity were spreading.