The days at Hogwarts

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The divination classroom is located in the North Tower. Although there are more than a dozen flights of stairs on the way to the North Tower, for the third-year students, the stairs in the castle are already familiar to them and are uninteresting and even a little boring.

Even more interesting is a painting of a knight. Usually, there is only a fat little gray zebra in the frame, strolling on the grass and leisurely eating the grass painted on it.

When the little wizard goes up to observe the pony carefully and wants to tease it with his fingers, a knight in armor will suddenly jump out, draw his sword and scold the person who trespasses into his private territory, and even charge at you - although he will fall halfway.

But if a lost little wizard asks him for help, the knight will lead the little wizard on an expedition.

Since the discovery of the knight's portrait, the young wizards have enjoyed playing this game in every divination class, and the knight has also cooperated with them with a smile.

"On foot, noble gentlemen and elegant ladies! Onward! Onward!"

The clanking of armor continued, as did the cheers of the little wizards.

Hermione dragged Loren behind the crowd. Her palm-sized face was tense. She asked in a low and serious voice:

"Loren, have you ever heard of the library in the dream?"

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Chapter 323 Flamel: Or you can set fire

"The library in the dream?"

Loren's expression became subtle. He thought for a moment and said meaningfully, "In my dream, there is not only a library, but also a potion room, a duel room, and an alchemy laboratory."

Hermione looked Loren up and down for several times, paused for a moment, and said meaningfully: "I'm sorry, Loren, I misunderstood you before. I thought you were a lazy, unmotivated, and sleepy bad student."

"..."

Loren was a hard-working man who could not tolerate such blatant slander. He immediately hit her with his fist: "This is a personal attack! Be careful or I will report you!"

Hermione couldn't hold back her laughter, making a "grunt" sound, and grabbed his fist and pressed it down: "I'm sorry, but if you ask me, you were the one who joked with me first."

"What a joke, I'm serious!"

"Yes, yes, I'm serious." Hermione took a deep breath and pursed her lips. "I'm serious too. I'm telling you, I dreamed of a dark but bright library with countless books..."

Listening to Hermione's detailed description of the scenes in her dream, Loren became more and more certain that Hermione had entered the fantasy book.

Recalling when he had just activated the Book of Fantasy and Flamel, he had asked Flamel if he could bring other people into the Book of Fantasy. Flamel at that time gave a seemingly plausible answer: "Loren, this is your dream, everything depends on you..."

Loren began to count his recent memories, trying to find the triggering behavior that caused Hermione to enter the Book of Fantasy. He thought about it for a long time, but he still didn't come up with an answer until he arrived outside the Divination classroom in the North Tower.

"Do you think this could be a magic in Hogwarts Castle, like the Room of Requirement, so that clever little wizards can enter the library?" Hermione tilted her head and guessed excitedly.

"It's possible." Loren nodded. "So, Miss Granger, are you interested in visiting me in my dream?"

"What are you talking about?" Hermione blushed. She thought Loren was teasing her again. "Who wants to go into your dream..."

Loren chuckled and said, "That's not up to you."

"Don't dream about me!"

"..."

The two chatted and laughed as they entered the divination teahouse, no, the divination classroom.

The doors and windows of the room were closed, the curtains were drawn tightly, and the lampshades were covered with crimson curtains. The hazy red light filled the entire classroom. The fire in the fireplace was burning brightly, and on it was a large copper teapot. A strong, disgusting smell of spices came out of the spout of the kettle.

As soon as the other students in the class came in, they covered their noses, frowned, and slumped in their seats as if they were in pain, with sad expressions.

Except for Parvati and Lavender, they had special respect for Professor Trelawney. In the past few weeks, they always liked to come to this tower classroom for lunch. No one knew what they talked about with Professor Trelawney, but they always had an unfathomable expression on their faces when they went back.

Seeing that the two of them approached Professor Trelawney to talk before class started, Ron came over to complain, "Please spare me. I don't know when I will encounter bad luck in their prophecies, but if they can stop looking at me like that, I'd even drop out of class."

The people around laughed, because when Parvati and Lavender talked in a low voice, they would always turn around and look at Ron with strange eyes, and Trelawney made a prophecy to Parvati in the first class to stay away from Ron.

Ron always felt that in their eyes he would not live long.

Harry, who was believed to be facing death, laughed particularly loudly. He put his hand on Ron's shoulder and said, "Think it over. What will you choose if you drop out of Divination? Ancient Runes or Arithmancy?"

"Oh, no, please spare me..." Ron sighed, "I've seen Hermione's homework. Those densely packed numbers and weird symbols must be full of curses. Otherwise, why do I get a headache just by looking at them?"

"I think you are quite suitable for arithmetic divination." Loren said with a smile.

"forgive me."

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Late at night, before going to bed, it started to drizzle again, tapping on the window.

In the sound of rain at night, Loren curled up in the fluffy quilt, holding the fantasy book in his hands. Looking at the icons on it, he grinned.

I have said it before, it is not up to you to dream or not.

Meeting directly in a dream was a huge surprise for Hermione.

In the bright library of the Book of Fantasy, Flamel looked up from a book on modern opera theory. He looked at Loren who came in with some surprise: "Why are you coming to the library instead of practicing Fiendfyre in the dueling room--"

Flamel showed a look of understanding on his face, and he solemnly advised, "I understand that as a beginner you want to burn something. The library can indeed be rebuilt in an instant if it is burned down, but this behavior is not worth promoting."

Flamel paused for a moment and said, "Also, I remember that you can't seem to release the fierce fire yet, and can only emit some choking black smoke."

"What a mess..." Loren waved his hand to interrupt his nonsense, "I'm here to wait for someone."

Flamel became interested: "Waiting for someone?"

Loren began to talk about what happened during the day: "Hermione told me..."

At the same time, in a Gryffindor girls' dormitory,

Several little witches had just come out from washing their hair. Although they easily dried their hair with magic, they were still used to sitting together and chatting while combing each other's hair.

Parvati gently combed the small knots in Hermione's hair, tilted her head slightly, and said to Lavender: "Actually, Weasley looks good, but compared to his friends, it's...well...I'm not saying that Weasley is bad, it's just that Harry is too outstanding, and-"

She drew out her voice, hugged Hermione's shoulders and shook them, and said with a joking smile, "And this Loren Morgan!"

Hermione screamed, not sure whether out of embarrassment or fear, and slapped Parvati in annoyance.

"I don't have time to think about Ron now..." Lavender sighed worriedly, "October 16th, predicted by Professor Trelawney, is coming soon. I can't let it go and I dream about horrible things when I sleep."

Hermione and Parvati looked at her, "What did you dream about?"

"A lot..." Lavender gestured and said timidly, "Dementors, Boggarts, Howling Banshees, Dragons... and Basilisks."

"Don't worry, Lavender. Even if these things attack Hogwarts together, Professor Dumbledore won't have to take action. Professor McGonagall and Professor Flitwick can deal with them." Hermione comforted.

"it seems to be like this."

Lavender felt relieved and finally had the heart to get involved in emotional issues. She glanced at Hermione secretly and asked in a low voice, "Hermione, you have a good relationship with them. Have you heard Ron say who he likes?"

Hermione smiled like an aunt: "No, don't worry. And didn't you ask Professor Trelawney for divination?"

"I think he's definitely mine!"

"..."

As the night deepened, the girls talked about everything from the moon to the clouds, from good-looking boys to Quidditch, from classes to homework, and they were unable to fall asleep.

……

In the book of fantasy, Flamel turned the last page, looked up at Loren who had been waiting for a long time, and hesitated for a moment: "How about you practice Fiendfyre?"

Chapter 324 You’re welcome, I should

Breakfast time, auditorium.

Loren was sitting at the Gryffindor table, holding half an apple in his hand. He looked down at the white flesh and was doing complicated mental construction in his heart.

In this season, putting a cold apple into your mouth is as difficult as learning the Patronus Charm.

"Ah~"

Hermione next to her yawned and rubbed her sleepy cheeks: "How long are you going to stare at that apple?"

Hearing the girl's voice, Loren looked up and saw that there were some faint black spots around her eyes. He couldn't help but ask: "Did you stay up late again last night?"

"Yeah..." Hermione's tone contained a hint of sleep-deprived laziness, sounding softly and softly, "Parvati and Lavender dragged me and chatted with me until late at night."

Having said this, Hermione let out a long sigh, remembering those nonsense love questions she answered last night, and couldn't help but have a helpless expression on her face.

If she knew these answers, she wouldn't have to write a letter back to ask her mother.

"Talk until late at night..." Loren muttered and repeated, feeling complicated in his heart.

No wonder I couldn't wait, it turned out that someone had cut off my hair.

Lin Mei's.

Loren was depressed and viciously bit out a big notch in the apple, chewing it with a ferocious expression and making a "click-click" sound.

Hermione, who was completely unaware of this, took a sip of milk and continued: "Speaking of which, I didn't dream about the library again last night. What a pity. I wonder if I will have another chance in the future?"

click-

The juicy apples are chopped into small pieces by the teeth and the pulp is minced along the esophagus and enters the gastric juice, where it is gradually digested and absorbed.

In response to Hermione's words, from that day on, Hermione never entered the library in her dream, and the dream date that Loren expected seemed to come to nothing.

Loren asked Flamel about this, but could not get any answers. He still had no clue about the triggering conditions for Hermione to enter the Book of Fantasy...

Hogwarts is gradually entering late autumn.

The temperature has become colder, the sky has become darker, clear sunny days are often rare in a week, and cloudy and cloudy days have become more common. There are always rain clouds with plenty of water vapor floating in the sky, and you don't know when it will suddenly rain.

It often happens that when you wake up in the morning, it is raining continuously outside the window, and suddenly it clears up during class, and bright golden sunlight shines into the classroom. If it is Professor McGonagall, everyone will be more restrained, but if it is Professor Flitwick, , the little wizards will laugh and laugh for a while.

Whenever this happens, Professor Flitwick is not annoyed. He and the students will look out the window with a smile and enjoy the rare sunshine for a while.

Sometimes it rains heavily in the afternoon, and the little wizards who have finished lunch are lying or sitting in the field and courtyard. At a certain moment, the pattering raindrops suddenly fall, and a large group of embarrassed little wizards are showered out.

If the little wizards of Gryffindor and Hufflepuff had no time to run, they would simply give up and rush into the rain laughing, waving the rainwater, dragging the hems of their friends' clothes, hoping to get more people drenched.

When the enthusiasm faded, everyone returned to the castle shivering with cold to rest, take a shower and change clothes. Then they were late for the afternoon class, were severely criticized by the professor, and spent the day laughing and joking.

It's not good if it rains at night. Quidditch teams often train at night, and the temperature is low after the sun goes down. The players always have to train in the low temperature, wind and rain, and return to the common room one by one shivering with cold. After taking a shower, I just wanted to shrink into the warm bed, and I was not in the mood to do my homework at all.

"So this is the reason why you still copied your homework in third grade?"

In the corner of the Gryffindor common room, Loren looked speechless. He had just returned from brewing potions in the Room of Requirement when Harry caught him and asked him eagerly about homework in various subjects.

Harry chuckled and said, "I also want to do it myself, but Wood requires us to practice harder on weekends. I also have to go to Professor Lupin to learn the Patronus Charm. There is no extra time to allocate to homework."

The other Quidditch players had just come back from outside and were scattered throughout the common room, taking advantage of the weekend to relax with their friends. It happened that George and Fred heard what Harry said.

"That's right!"

"It's all Wood's fault!"

The twins shouted loudly and came over. George put his arm around Harry's shoulders and praised him for copying his homework: "You're right, Harry. Sometimes life is full of helplessness. We can't do both." all."

"Even good people like me and Fred must make sacrifices for Quidditch." Fred put his arm around Loren's shoulders and pretended to be George. He turned and shouted to the girl not far away. , "You think so, Angelina?"

Angelina, a chaser on the Quidditch team, rolled her eyes and didn't give him any face: "It turns out that you two made a sacrifice by copying my homework. I didn't know about it."

The little wizards around them laughed heartily.

Oliver Wood walked up and knocked each of the twins on the head: "When I leave next year, let's see which new captain can tolerate you two. Oh no, just wait until Halloween to recruit new ones. Let me recruit the right one." If you are a hitter, I will remove you two from the team!"

Ron even stopped playing wizard chess, stood up and shouted: "That's right, kick these two pests off the team!"

Fred and George ran over to teach Ron a lesson, sparking laughter in the common room.

While Loren was explaining his scrawled handwriting to Harry from time to time, a group of little witches shrouded in a melancholy atmosphere came into the portrait hole.

Lavender hid in Parvati's arms, her shoulders shaking as if she was sobbing softly.

Hermione walked at the back of the roommates, with a depressed and angry expression on her face, and her lips pursed, looking very unfair.

As the little witches watched, Parvati put her arms around Lavender and went upstairs, followed by several little witches who were close to her.

The depressed Hermione walked over to Loren and sat down, bumped his shoulder with her head, and took the initiative to explain before he asked: "Today is October 16th. You know, Trelawney predicted Lavender Will be subjected to her worst fears."

"Ah?" Loren was a little curious, "What happened?"

"Lavender received a letter from her mother. Her pet rabbit Binky was bitten to death by a fox, and then we went to find Professor Trelawney together..." Hermione gritted her teeth angrily, "As a result, she And trying to deceive Lavender!"

"what happened?"

"She actually said that this was exactly what she had foreseen with her third eye, that she had warned Lavender, and blamed Lavender for not being prepared." The little witch looked extremely angry: "She also said that this was destined. Things cannot be changed in the future!”

Loren looked at the toothy Hermione and smiled, like an angry little squirrel, which didn't look intimidating.