The days at Hogwarts

He had maintained this posture for two hours, but still couldn't fall asleep. Perhaps he had slept enough during the day.

His body still had some aftereffects of last night's transformation, and his muscles were slightly sore. This state might last for three to five days. Lupin just hoped that he wouldn't delay his teaching.

The scene of the brief conversation with Snape after the banquet kept appearing in his mind...

Arrogant posture, cold attitude, sarcastic words... Lupin felt that his reunion with this old classmate was just as he had expected.

But there was always some inexplicable intuition in his heart reminding him that Snape seemed not exactly the same as before.

The window was not closed tightly, letting in some cold wind. The candle on the candlestick flickered, and the goose-yellow flame was pulled into all kinds of strange shapes, becoming blurred and out of focus.

Lupin was in a trance and had a long dream.

He dreamed that Greyback broke into his house on the eve of his sixth birthday;

Dreamed that Dumbledore granted him admission;

Dreaming about the four of them bullying the young boy Snape;

Dreamed of James and Lily's grave.

……

The next morning.

Loren opened his eyes and saw that the rain that had been falling all night had stopped.

Walking barefoot across the carpet, I pushed open the window that was covered with water, either dew or rain. The cool autumn wind rushed into the house impatiently, circled the walls, and brought fresh water vapor to the few people who were still sleeping.

Neville didn't react. Seamus, Harry and Ron hummed a few times and huddled under the quilt at the same time.

After washing up and going downstairs, Hermione was already waiting for me on the sofa in the common room.

The girl was absorbed in reading a book called "Transfiguration Today". Her unkempt hair covered half of her face. From the other half, her long eyelashes could be seen, blinking constantly. Her snow-white skin reflected the light of the paper. She was wearing a magic robe in Gryffindor colors, which was neat and tidy.

Loren hurried downstairs and sat down next to the girl, causing the sofa to bounce. "What class do you have today?"

Hermione put down the book, her eyes stayed on his tie for a few seconds, her brows slightly frowned: "Why aren't you wearing the tie I gave you?"

Loren grinned and said, "I won't use it everyday. I plan to keep it as a treasure."

Hermione didn't say anything, but there was a slight smile of pleasure on her lips: "You have to remember your own schedule from now on. Our elective courses are different."

Lauren had been studying at Hogwarts for two years. He only looked at the class timetable during the first week of his first year, and spent the rest of his time hanging out with Hermione.

Hermione took out a packed parchment schedule and pointed out the times of several elective classes to him: "The elective classes are concentrated on Mondays and Tuesdays. There are conflicts in the time of these classes. However, there are no conflicts in the classes you want to take. Arithmancy is on Monday morning, Care of Magical Creatures has two classes on Monday afternoon, and there are four classes on Tuesday morning. Divination class in the afternoon."

By the time she said the second sentence, Loren had already freed his mind.

"Got it." Loren hummed lazily, "You're going to go anyway, so remember to call me when the time comes."

It was obvious that he wasn't listening carefully, so Hermione patted him lightly and emphasized again: "I can't call you like before. I will use the time turner to teach. I can't find my whereabouts by myself. Professor McGonagall said it would cause a big mess."

It took Loren some time to understand the logic of the little witch's words.

The two of them usually stayed together, but Hermione might not be the Hermione next to Loren when she went to the next class. If she had to spare the time to remind him, the risk of Hermione being discovered by herself would increase.

"Oh, oh!" Loren came back to his senses and suddenly became interested in her time converter. "Can you take me through time with you so I don't have to remind you?"

"No!" Hermione's cheeks puffed up with anger, "I promised Professor McGonagall that I must use the Time Turner strictly according to the regulations."

"Ok."

Loren sighed, "Then I'll have to look at the schedule and go to class by myself. Today is Thursday and there are no elective classes. Please help me copy a schedule for History of Magic later, and remember to write down the classroom address."

"Be lazy again!" Hermione glared at him with gritted teeth.

Loren didn't care and pulled the girl up to go to the auditorium for breakfast.

"The first lesson of the History of Magic in the new semester should be about the general outline of this school year. If there is no knowledge point, I will copy it for you when I have time."

"Hermione you're the best!"

“Only electives!”

……

Just as Hermione expected, in the first class of the new semester, Professor Binns held up a large book and read out the outline of the third-year history of magic according to the table of contents.

The classroom was filled with a deep sleep. The little wizards had relieved smiles on their faces and were having sweet dreams.

Hermione filled out the course information in the form neatly, turned around and saw her deskmate Loren, who was sleeping with his head shaking. She used a feather pen to draw a line on his lips.

In September 1993, they began their third year at Hogwarts.

Chapter 283 Genetic Disease Troubles

History of Magic is followed by Herbology.

Because they had slept well in Professor Binns' class, when the bell rang, the third-grade little lions ran out of the classroom in high spirits and ran to the greenhouse outside the castle in groups.

Harry and Ron went to the toilet together as soon as get out of class was over, and Loren and Hermione walked slowly down the corridor as they waited.

"The class schedule is written in great detail. Even the class schedule changes during the week are clearly marked." Loren checked the schedule in his hand, his eyes narrowed with a smile.

The girl's handwriting was beautiful and neat, even the lines in the table were drawn meticulously. And Hermione helped him write down the required courses.

Immersed in joy, Loren didn't notice that Hermione looked at him strangely, and the ink mark on her face twitched as he smiled, like a funny little worm.

What a silly look... Hermione lowered her eyes and thought silently in her heart.

"Hey! Loren, you look great today!"

"I really hope you can keep it up!"

George and Fred greeted the two men with a chuckle and ran down the corridor in a hurry.

The teaching reform has only been piloted in the second and fourth grades and has not yet been promoted to the entire school. The year before, the twins were in the fourth grade where the learning content was halved, but this year they were suddenly promoted to the fifth grade, preparing for the OWLs exams where the learning workload doubled. The gap is huge.

In fact, with their talents, they could have coped if they had focused on studying. But they had just made a lot of money and couldn't wait to turn many good ideas into reality, which added a lot of study and research tasks that had nothing to do with the exam. The sense of urgency made the two of them hurried.

"What do you mean?" Loren looked puzzled as he watched the twins disappear around the corner of the corridor.

During the break, the number of little wizards in the corridor gradually increased.

Hermione glanced at him, then took out a tissue to wipe the ink off his face before running into other acquaintances.

Loren looked at the ink on the paper with an incredible expression, his eyes full of artificial sadness and indignation, and said bitterly: "Hermione, Hermione, I trusted you so much..."

Just when Loren was about to use this to force Hermione to sign hundreds of unequal treaties, Harry and Ron came back.

Harry trotted over and said, "I looked and it seems we are the first group of people to take the Herbology course at the beginning of the term."

"This means we will be the first to be influenced by the greenhouse." Ron said with a sad face and a long sigh, "It has been fermenting for an entire summer vacation. It has the purest and strongest smell."

Loren and Hermione looked serious.

The rain had stopped outside the castle. The sky was a refreshing light gray. The grass underfoot was wet and springy.

The air after the rain in early autumn carries cool moisture. Taking a breath, your heart and lungs feel like they are washed by clear mountain spring water, which is very refreshing.

In front of the door of Greenhouse No. 3, students from Gryffindor and Slytherin consciously divided into two arrays.

From time to time, one could hear discussions within the Slytherin team about pure-bloods and inbred genetic diseases. For example, at this moment, Theodore Nott, Pike Selwyn and Pansy Parkinson were having a heated discussion.

Theodore Nott looked at his feet, his two gardener boots scraping alternately, cleaning the mud from walking through the grass. "Genetic disease? Speaking of it, every pure-blood family seems to have this kind of example, more or less. I've heard of several. The Gaunt family likes to torture others for fun, and most of the Black family are paranoid, and they may even go crazy when they are old."

Pike Selwyn, who replaced Crabbe and joined the group, chuckled and said, "And Crabbe, everyone in his family is fat and stupid!"

Gore, who was originally confused and didn't understand what they were saying, suddenly raised his head and looked at Pike with a strange look. He couldn't tell what was wrong, but he felt that Pike's words made him a little uncomfortable.

Theodore Nott cleaned the mud off his feet, raised his head and exhaled: "But wizards are not as fragile as Muggles. For Muggles, broken hands and feet are already serious injuries. If they break bones, they can only wait for their bodies to heal on their own. If they can't make it, they will die. So the genetic diseases that seem serious to them may not be a big deal to wizards."

"That's it! Genetic disease is what Muggle idiots call it!" Pansy Parkinson's face turned red and her saliva flew.

Everyone present was of pure-blooded descent. Except for the Peck family, which was not the top-tier, the others all had prominent family backgrounds, including Parkinson.

Seeing Parkinson's saliva falling in the air, Draco frowned and moved away a few steps calmly.

"Good morning, kids! It looks like you've changed your clothes ahead of time."

Professor Sprout arrived, wearing a green and yellow gardener's uniform and heavy gardener's boots covered with sticky mud after the rain. "You have a lot of work to do this semester, and time waits for no one. Let's get started!"

When she took out the golden key from her waist and opened the greenhouse door, a gust of wind blew up due to the temperature difference inside and outside the door.

The smell that had been accumulated in the greenhouse for a whole summer rushed towards everyone, the stench of rotting fermented fertilizer, the smell of some unique smelly flowers in bloom, the fishy smell of soil, mixed with the fragrance of green plants, the secret fragrance of normal flowers...all the fragrant and smelly smells mixed together to form an indescribable smell.

Many little witches' faces turned green.

The breeze blew the gray hair under Professor Sprout's hat, and the short and fat witch closed her eyes slightly and took a deep breath.

"Oh! She seems to like the smell." Pansy Parkinson covered her nose with her hands in disgust.

Feeling the exuberant vitality in the shed and the joyful emotions of the plants, Loren let go of his breath and slowly adapted to the complex smell.

The first class of Herbology was not a heavy task, but it was not easy either. They were told to clean up the fallen leaves and petals in the garden and loosen the soil for the plants. As usual, the little wizards were divided into groups of two.

Loren and Hermione received the tools, carried the small shovels and tin buckets and walked towards the area they were responsible for.

Shovel the fallen leaves, put them in buckets, and pour them into the compost pit...

Hermione worked quietly.

Loren couldn't stop talking. Except when he was carrying a tin bucket to dump leaves, he kept chattering: "The preferential treatment of the teaching reform is gone, and we have more courses. You also chose all the electives..."

"In this case, it seems we will miss the club's activities."

"No, you won't miss it. You have a time-turner."

"By the way, you can't use the Time Turner to participate in club activities. Professor McGonagall gave it to you to use in class."

Loren muttered to himself for a long time, but there was no response from Hermione. He couldn't help but look up in confusion.

The little witch looked dazed, with a gleam in her eyes. No one knew what she was thinking.

"Hey, hey!" Loren waved his hand in front of her eyes, "What are you thinking about?"

"Shh!"

Hermione wanted to put her finger to her lips, but gave up after looking at her dirty gloves. She looked around nervously, leaned over and whispered, "See that nursery over there? Professor Sprout left some mature mandrakes with lots of leaves on them."

In the mandrake nursery area at the rear right, the number of mature mandrakes is reduced by half, which means they must have been harvested.

As a cyclical plant, mandrake has the strongest medicinal properties when it matures in the first year. Continuing to cultivate it will cause the medicinal properties to disappear. Old mandrakes may also suffer from depression, causing unrest in the plants in the same area.

In the past, Professor Sprout cultivated a batch of mandrakes every year, and did not keep the mandrakes from the previous year. This year's change was probably for emergency response, to avoid the situation last year, so as not to delay for half a year to cultivate mandrakes to save people.

But that's not the reason why Hermione paid attention to this kind of mandrake...

Mandrake blade, Animagus ritual.

Loren understood Hermione's idea instantly and smiled. He said jokingly, "Yesterday you said you would strictly follow Professor McGonagall's instructions and not show me the Time Converter, but today you want to steal the Mandrake blade. Miss Granger, you are very disrespectful to Professor Sprout."

Hermione looked around again, her face flushed. "It's not stealing, it's taking. I just want to take a few leaves that are about to fall."

There was no result from the Animagus training she had learned last year, and Hermione had no intention of quitting the class, so she wanted to prepare some leaves for practice in advance.

"Oh, take it?" Loren condemned this, "I'm different, I steal it openly!"

In this way, the two moved to the area where the mandrake was located.

However, their states were completely different. The little witch moved cautiously and looked nervous, while Loren walked with his head held high and his expression even looked a little ostentatious.

"What are you afraid of?" Loren patted her with a chuckle. The little witch was so scared that she quickly looked towards Professor Sprout's position, fearing that she would be caught by the professor.

How dare he be so arrogant!

Hermione lowered her head and stared at the round-toed gardener boots on her feet, almost wanting to run away from this person.

Loren stretched his neck and looked at the mandrake leisurely. "Besides us, Neville is the only third grader in the class. If you act more naturally, no one will notice."

Looking towards the nursery, the Mandrakes at this stage have obviously more luxuriant and thicker branches and leaves, and are also more stable than the adolescent ones that howl at every turn. They are quietly lying in the pits, some slowly moving their roots, and some slightly shaking their leaves.

From the expressions on their faces that appeared outside the soil, Loren saw a sense of security.

Hermione reached out and pinched a leaf, pulling it gently. The mandrake just shook without any special reaction.

They behaved so well that Hermione felt reluctant to pick them. She reached out to the branches of several mandrakes several times but still failed to pick any leaves.

Seeing this, Loren, who was standing next to him, quickly reached out and plucked six leaves with yellowing edges, then pulled Hermione away without looking back.

The mandrake in the garden did not scream or shout, but shook a few times and returned to its original state.

The mandrake that was once so thorny had almost completely changed its appearance. Hermione was still a little dazed when she returned to her original position.

"They're old..." Loren muttered softly, and when he was about to hand the leaves to Hermione, he suddenly stopped.