The days at Hogwarts

"Ha ha ha ha……"

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Monday morning, auditorium.

It's the beginning of another busy week. For a third-grade little wizard, there is nothing more painful than Monday. The whole day is full of classes, and there is no time to rest during breaks. As soon as the bell rings, he has to pick up his schoolbag and run to the next classroom.

A certain unknown little witch worked harder, working one class longer than others, working three or four classes.

Hermione felt a headache when she thought about today's classes. She poked the fried eggs with her fork again and again. She had no appetite but had to stuff it into her mouth. This was the only hot food she would have for most of the day.

At this time, Loren suddenly came over and burped. He asked seriously, "Hermione, if you choose a distinctive trait to describe me, do you think it should be wisdom, courage, or kindness and justice?"

Hermione rolled her eyes beautifully, "I don't know, have you ever thought that it might be confidence?"

"Yeah, that makes sense." Loren nodded in agreement. He thought about it carefully for a while, and finally shook his head slowly. "It's very distinct, but this trait is not the same as what I said."

Hermione began to feel a little pain in her forehead. She thought he would be sad for a while after what happened to Peter Pettigrew, but now it seemed that she might be the one who was sad.

"When you're full, pack some for me. It'll be a snack for me when I travel back through time..." Hermione sighed deeply, picked up the fried egg with a fork and put it in her mouth. Her appetite seemed to improve after he did that.

Loren took a stack of brown paper from the paper basket on the dining table and wrapped some food in it for easy storage. While wrapping, he consoled her: "It's Monday, and my appetite is not good..."

Hermione was too lazy to pay attention to this man. Since he sat down, he had eaten four fried eggs, five sausages, and a large plate of bacon and grilled mushrooms for breakfast.

When you have a good appetite, you might eat more than a troll.

Loren put the wrapped food next to Hermione's plate: "You can travel ten more minutes and go to the kitchen to find the house elf--"

His voice suddenly paused, and Hermione turned her head curiously, with the bread still in her mouth: "What are you looking for in the kitchen?"

At this moment, the skylight suddenly opened and the sound of flapping wings was heard.

The Hogwarts postmen arrived, and hundreds of owls flew in through the window holes and landed swiftly in front of the little wizard.

"Harry! Come and see! Peter Pettigrew has been arrested!" Colin stumbled over, holding the latest copy of the Daily Prophet in his hand.

Chapter 306: The Dementors Have Not Retreated

Colin unfolded a copy of the Daily Prophet, and the little wizards gathered around him. Seamus leaned forward and read aloud:

"Peter has been brought to justice... The Ministry of Magic confirmed today that Peter Pettigrew has been caught by Dementors outside of Hogwarts Castle and executed with the Dementors' Kiss. ​​The Ministry's Department of Magical Law Enforcement is closing the case and notifying Peter's family to come and claim the body..."

Behind a long string of text praising the Ministry of Magic, there was a large photo showing a pale, bald, short and fat middle-aged man lying on the grass, like a dead person. Only his slightly heaving belly showed that this body still had some vitality.

"This is really... good news..." Ron saw the man's photo again, and many "sweet memories" flashed through his mind unconsciously. His face suddenly turned pale, and he instantly lost his appetite for breakfast.

Seamus smacked his lips regretfully. "Tsk, I thought this matter would at least be delayed until Christmas. Like the past two years, I was planning to stay in school and go on adventures with you..."

Gryffindor champion Seamus Finnigan once again missed his chance to become famous.

The middle-aged man in the photo was surrounded by many black cloaks. Harry saw the Dementors and felt a chill in his heart. Wormtail's miserable condition made him feel complicated: "Dementor's Kiss... Is he dead?"

Harry was a little surprised and disappointed. He thought Peter Pettigrew had some secret plan, but he was dealt with so quickly and easily... The execution of Wormtail, who betrayed his parents, did not bring Harry much satisfaction. In his heart, Voldemort was always his greatest enemy.

"He's not dead, but he's almost dead. His soul was eaten by the Dementors, leaving only an empty shell without consciousness." Hufflepuff Ernie explained. He didn't know when he came over. "He deserved it. He killed twelve people and was a strong supporter of the You-Know-Who..."

"Voldemort?" Harry asked automatically.

"Huh~"

Several little wizards around him hissed in a very cautious manner and left as if they were frightened.

Hermione listened with her ears perked up and glanced at Loren secretly.

Peter Pettigrew was found by a patrolling Dementor outside the school and was given the Dementor's Kiss. ​​The fugitive got what he deserved, and the Ministry of Magic fulfilled its duties...

The whole thing was so normal, with no trace of Loren at all, that the little witch found it abnormal.

Hermione whispered into his ear, "Did you do this?"

"what?"

"Dementor's Kiss?"

"Why do you say that? I'm not a Dementor."

"intuition."

"Um……"

Loren pondered for a moment, with no strange expression on his face. He neatly stacked the food wrapped in brown paper and stood up calmly, "Let's go, it's time to go to class."

Hermione curled her lips: "Tsk, if you don't want to tell me, then don't tell me."

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The first big class on Monday morning was electives, Divination, Muggle Studies and Ancient Runes.

The divination classroom in the tower was still filled with the suffocating smell of spices. The ventilation windows were closed tightly, and the young wizards could only bite the bullet and decipher various vague patterns and symbols.

Professor Trelawney was still as mysterious as last time, but with Professor McGonagall's reminder, no one was quite convinced.

As soon as the bell rang, Seamus rushed out of the Divination classroom without looking back, his legs leaving a trail of shadows, as if Professor Trelawney was some kind of 5X-level dangerous creature.

When Loren came out, he saw him holding the railing, gasping for breath, his face pale.

"Merlin, the last time it was this hard was in first year. She reminds me of Quirrell's turban..." Seamus said.

The second class was Transfiguration. Perhaps because of the good news she received in the morning, Professor McGonagall had a rare gentle smile on her face: "We will stop here for the content of Animagus. If you are interested in continuing to study, you are welcome to join our teaching class. The selection test will be held after Halloween, so you have plenty of time to prepare.

"It will be rainy for some time, which is a good time to perform the Animagus ritual.

"Students who are interested can learn more from the class members. I won't say more. Let's continue the class... Now let's start..."

Below the stage, Hermione, who had just finished three classes, reached out and poked Loren, who sat at the same table with her.

Loren, who was taking notes, stopped writing with his quill and turned around in confusion: "What for?"

Considering that Hermione had three classes in a row, the task of taking notes fell to Loren. Although Hermione would still copy it down, at least she could relax a little now.

"Do you want to start practicing holding a mandela leaf in your mouth? I heard some seniors have already started."

Thinking of the experience of not being able to chew food in big mouthfuls, Loren rubbed his brows with a headache and said, "Let's talk about it later. The effect of the time converter on the Animagus ritual is still uncertain. I want to practice with you."

Hermione touched the gold chain around her neck, wondering what she was thinking.

When the Transfiguration class was about to end, Harry stood up and asked, "Professor, now that Peter Pettigrew has been executed, when will the Dementors outside the school leave?"

Professor McGonagall's smile softened. "Soon, representatives from the Ministry of Magic have arrived at the school, and Headmaster Dumbledore is discussing this matter with them."

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Principal's office.

The walls were covered with portraits of past headmasters. Headmistress Dai Lisi Devante had her eyelids drooped as if she was soundly asleep. Only her occasional blinking eyelashes and slightly trembling ears revealed that she was eavesdropping.

Most of the paintings were like her, pretending to be fast asleep but actually eavesdropping.

On a whole wall of paintings, the frame of the old headmaster Dexter Foster was particularly different. Several headmasters crowded into this frame, holding Headmaster Foster's hands and covering his mouth, for fear that he would get angry and point at the Minister of Magic and start cursing.

Old Headmaster Black, who was born in Slytherin, looked at Cornelius Fudge below, his goatee blowing in anger.

As the weather turns cooler, the spindly-legged desk is once again filled with strangely shaped silver objects that whirl and hum and emit white smoke.

"So you plan to keep those Dementors wandering outside the school, is that what you mean, Cornelius?" Dumbledore's blue eyes looked at Fudge with a piercing gaze.

The old principal wore a square golden-red wizard hat today, and a spacious robe in a gorgeous golden-red color scheme. Even though he was sitting there with a smile on his face, a kind of oppressive force was inadvertently leaking out of him.

Sitting opposite was the Minister of Magic, Cornelius Fudge, a short, fat, stocky man with a mop of messy grey hair, wearing a purple pinstriped suit and a bright red tie.

Fudge forced a smile and once again took out his handkerchief to wipe the non-existent sweat from his forehead: "Albus, you know that the crazy Death Eater witch is still wandering around outside, and the Dementors are there to protect the safety of the children."

"I can assure you, Cornelius, that the professors at Hogwarts are able to protect every young wizard." Dumbledore smiled amiably, slowly picked up the teacup, took a sip, and the clacking sound when he put the cup down made Fudge's heart skip a beat. "You are also a graduate of Hogwarts. I think you are well aware of the professors' abilities. Please trust us."

No matter how Fudge looked at it, he felt that his smile was threatening and intimidating, but he didn't want to take back the Dementors. Arranging Dementors to patrol and monitor Hogwarts gave him a kind of pleasure, as if he was suppressing Dumbledore.

Fudge forced an unnatural smile: "Of course, no one trusts the professors of Hogwarts more than I do. But please look at it from my perspective, Albus, there is still a vicious Death Eater on the run, the board of directors wants me to do this, and the parents of the students also want me to do this...

"Those loyal guards will definitely not harm the little wizards, and they are just wandering outside the school and will not enter the school."

Dumbledore didn't say anything, but looked at Fudge with a meaningful look. His deep blue eyes seemed to see into Fudge's heart.

Just when Fudge was about to be overwhelmed by the pressure, Umbridge, the pink-clad senior deputy minister, rushed in from outside the office and exclaimed in a sweet and shrill girlish voice, "Minister Fudge, there's an urgent letter from the Department of International Magical Cooperation. Several countries are requesting that the International Confederation of Wizards Conference be held in New York!"

Chapter 307 The Uneasy Werewolf

Fudge's face lit up, but he quickly put on a serious expression and frowned like a minister: "Change it to New York...Change it to America? Didn't we agree to hold it in Britain last time?"

"I don't know the details yet." Umbridge also looked serious. "I think there must be a huge secret hidden in it, sir. We must get back as soon as possible!"

Fudge could hardly hide his smile. He rolled his eyes at Dumbledore and said in a hoarse voice, "Look, Albus, it's not that I don't want to discuss this with you, but there are more important things. Let's stop here today and we can find time to talk about Dementors later.

"Goodbye, Albus!"

After Fudge finished speaking, he happily picked up the funny dark green top hat and left in a hurry.

"International Confederation of Wizards..." Dumbledore repeated, and after calming himself down, he called out in a deep voice from behind the shelf, "Come out, Remus."

There were light footsteps, and Professor Lupin walked out with a wry smile on his face: "This is really... I just wanted to learn something about Peter Pettigrew, but I didn't expect to run into the Minister of Magic visiting."

"Please sit down..." Dumbledore picked up the teapot: "Black tea, pumpkin juice, mulled wine or something else?"

"Pumpkin juice, I guess. I may not be able to eat anything sweet for the next half month." Lupin showed a nostalgic look, "I feel like I'm back to school 20 years ago. Every time the full moon came, I would come to your office. At that time, you also asked me what I wanted to drink."

"Well, I didn't offer you any alcoholic drinks back then, and I remember you stopped coming after fifth grade...try my special maple hot drink."

Dumbledore had a gentle smile on his face. He shook the teapot slightly, and steaming brown maple lemonade poured out from the spout. "In fact, you don't have to hide at all. If the conversation just now has been helpful to you, Cornelius may have agreed to remove the Dementors."

"The case of Greyback attacking my family is archived in the Ministry of Magic. The senior deputy minister who proposed the Anti-Werewolf Act may know me." Lupin smiled and shook his head, picked up the hot drink and took a sip, frowning at the sweetness.

Putting down the cup and shaking it gently, Lupin fell silent as he looked at the sticky fluid inside.

This isn't a hot drink, it's just syrup.

"Remus, if she really knew you, even if she only knew your name, she would have already come to the school with a decree to arrest you and hold you accountable." Dumbledore picked up the syrup and drank it without changing his expression. "I heard from Minerva that you planned to teach the Patronus Charm in the club."

Seeing the headmaster drink it calmly, Lupin began to doubt himself. He took another sip tentatively, then put down the teacup decisively: "I have this idea, but I'm not sure if it is feasible. The Patronus Charm is too difficult for young wizards."

Dumbledore's eyes flashed with a sly smile, but he said what the headmaster should say: "I always believe that young wizards have endless potential. Besides, some people have already learned it, right?"

"You are talking about Loren and Hermione... They are quite special." Lupin said with some embarrassment.

After teaching for almost half a month, Lupin had already discovered that these two young wizards were far ahead of the others. They were completely different from the other young wizards of the same grade, and Harry could only barely see the backs of the two in front of him.

Dumbledore nodded slightly: "How is Harry doing?"

"His situation is very special..." Lupin fell into thought, "Perhaps the death of James and Lily had a great impact on him, or perhaps it was because of that strange protective spell, his soul seemed..."

Lupin frowned, as if he didn't know how to describe it.

Dumbledore was not surprised: "Anyway, let's start the club first. I believe the students will give you a surprise."

"I hope so." Lupin nodded, his face solemn, "By the way, regarding the International Confederation of Wizards' meeting being held in New York, America, is there a conspiracy by a mysterious person behind this?

"Because of the Anti-Werewolf Act, several of my werewolf friends fled to America to make a living. I heard that the werewolf community there is expanding very quickly. Maybe someone is fueling this."

"Miss Beetle also mentioned this in the letter she wrote to me..." Dumbledore looked at the syrup flowing slowly in the cup and fell into deep thought, "Werewolves... the change of the venue of the International Wizarding Conference... are these two things related..."

Lupin was silent for a moment, then said firmly, "If necessary, I can go there. With the invitation from my werewolf friends, no one will doubt me."

"Remus, it's far from time," Dumbledore said quietly. "I thought you preferred school life."

"Who wouldn't like it... Energetic little wizards, warm food and soft beds..." Lupin's eyes revealed a trace of trance, "It is precisely because I like it that I am willing to go there and do what I should do."

"No one is supposed to do anything, Remus, about the Reconstruction Charm..."

"After everything is over, if I can really live a stable life, no one would be more willing to appreciate every full moon night than me."

"I will, Remus, I promise."

……

In the evening, after the last class of Charms was over.

Loren left a piece of coconut ice cream for Hermione, which was in the luxurious gift package sent by Neville. The filling was coconut flakes and red bean paste, and the slightly translucent crust was made of glutinous rice flour. It looked pink and sweet but not greasy.

The two walked side by side towards the courtyard. Seeing Hermione, who looked tired, become happy because of the coconut ice cream, Loren smiled and said, "Why do you look more tired than last time? You obviously have experience now."

"Ah~" Hermione couldn't help but sigh while eating dessert, and said sadly, "Last week was the beginning of the course, and the professors spent a lot of time introducing the course schedule. Although it was a bit awkward to use the time turner for the first time, it was still easy. This week the formal teaching started, and I have to listen to every class wholeheartedly. It's so tiring!"

"Just drop out of class."

"No."