The days at Hogwarts

I wonder if he would have the opportunity to give such a wonderful commentary before graduation.

"Loren Morgan!"

Professor McGonagall immediately dragged him down from the explanation table. The Head of Gryffindor raised his eyebrows in anger. Professor McGonagall stared at him fiercely: "You stay here, and you are not allowed to go anywhere. You will never be allowed near the commentary box again!"

Loren had a well-behaved expression: "Follow your orders, my most respected professor."

Under the urging of Professor McGonagall, Lee Jordan gradually came back to his senses and continued to explain the game with some stuttering: "Hello everyone, welcome to the second Quidditch match of Hogwarts this season. Today's match is between Gryffindor and the upcoming team - and Ravenclaw..."

"Lee Jordan also wants to talk about Ravenclaw who is about to be defeated by Gryffindor, right?" Parvati couldn't help laughing and fell on Lavender, her shoulders and stomach twitching, and her mouth stopped. The giggles that don't come down.

Lavender also burst out laughing: "Loren, Loren is so funny!"

Hermione's face was full of helplessness, and she knew that Loren would not explain calmly.

Someone's wise words at the beginning clearly aroused the fighting spirit of the Ravenclaw team. Captain and Chaser Roger Davis had a sullen face and showed no intention to speak when he said hello before the game.

Batters Jason Samuels and Duncan Ingleby looked angrily at Harry and seemed intent on bludgeoning him with Bludgers.

Seeker Cho Chang also gave Harry a hard look as she passed him.

Harry's heart was beating rapidly, a little excited and full of fighting spirit.

She's looking at me!

Harry secretly made up his mind - he must show his superb Quidditch skills in front of Qiu Zhang, defeat them severely, and let Qiu Zhang see how powerful he is.

Then comfort her considerately and find time to ask her to practice Quidditch skills together...

Wait, wouldn’t he become a despicable third party?

No, no, Harry decided to postpone the rest of the matter until Cho Chang and Cedric broke up. As for whether they will break up, is there any need to say?

Harry was imagining while listening to Mrs. Hooch's whistle, and with full fighting spirit, he rose into the sky like a rocket.

In the face of absolute strength, no matter how much anger is in vain, Gryffindor defeated Ravenclaw in a crushing manner.

Especially the seeker Harry Potter, who used all kinds of gorgeous flying skills in front of the Ravenclaw seekers, using the same broom, which made Qiu Zhang go numb.

But the result was different from what Harry expected.

After the show, Qiu Zhang's eyes turned red and she threw herself into Cedric's arms with tears of grievance.

"..."

Harry froze in place, falling into deep depression and self-doubt.

……

On the evening of the third Saturday in November, Loren knocked on the door of the Defense Against the Dark Arts office.

"Good evening, Professor Lupin."

Loren raised the tightly sealed crystal bottle in his hand and said hello with a smile.

"Well, judging from the experience of the past few months, tonight probably won't be too good."

Lupine, who was reading the newspaper, shook his head helplessly, put the Daily Prophet aside, and waved for Loren to sit over.

Lu Ping picked up the teapot and poured a cup of hot tea for Loren: "I remember the improvement plans you mentioned... This month, it should be the turn of the corpse-smelling konjac, right?"

"Yes, but Snape lowered the concentration." Loren explained in a guilty tone and handed over the crystal bottle in his hand.

While Lupine was putting away the Wolfsbane potion, Loren was attracted by the dynamic photo in the center of the "Daily Prophet" page——

A middle-aged man with a beard on his chin was waving to the camera. Next to him was a somewhat embarrassed Fudge. His right hand was spread out and hanging in the air, paused, and then retracted it stiffly. It seemed that Fudge wanted to shake hands, but was ignored by the bearded middle-aged man.

It looked very funny that Fudge was embarrassed and annoyed but had to endure it.

Above the photo is a bold and bold title: The Ambition of Magical Congress of the United States of America! The focus of the International Federation of Wizards has shifted!

Loren couldn't help but take a few more glances, twirling the tea cup in his hand, and couldn't help but ask: "Professor, has the Ministry of Magic made any recent moves?"

"Oh, it's about the International Confederation of Wizards meeting being held in New York." Lupine pulled the newspaper over and showed it in front of Loren, "The person in the photo is Samuel G. Kohaug, an American wizard. The officer who presided over this matter in Congress, this was the scene where he and Fudge handed over in Devonshire.”

Loren quickly browsed the news, and there was no other explosive information except what Lupine said. However, the "Daily Prophet" still attracted enough attention as always. When commenting on the incident, he used Spring and Autumn style to describe the Magical Congress of the United States of America as The ambitious and greedy face, by the way, caught up with the popularity of the Quidditch World Cup next summer.

"Tsk, the Ministry of Magic actually allowed this photo to be published..." Loren looked at it a few more times with great interest, admiring the image of Fudge's deflated image. "It's so rare. This will damage Minister Fudge's image. "

"It's just a politician's method." Lupine shook his head disapprovingly, "Creating a weak image, especially this weak image is our minister, who represents the Ministry of Magic and us. Most wizards will only laugh and scold them. More support for the minister.”

Professor Luping paused and said in a strange tone: "Oh, politicians... Oh, politicians..."

Loren didn't answer, silently picked up the teacup and took a sip.

Well, the quality of tea is much better.

It seems that the salary of Hogwarts professors is not bad.

Professor Lupine seemed a little sad tonight. He was immersed in his own emotions and completely ignored Loren. He whispered to himself: "I heard that the Magical Congress of the United States has seized the opportunity of werewolf migration and plans to organize an official... The recognized werewolf community recruits werewolves as Aurors and uses the unique abilities of werewolves to deal with dark wizards. It has even reached a certain scale, which is really... unbelievable."

Loren lowered his head and sipped the tea without saying a word.

This werewolf professor had been homeless for a long time, and his heart carried more sorrow, like a flood stuck in his chest, and some would always leak out in the dead of night.

"Professor Dumbledore told me that there may be a conspiracy hidden in this-"

Lupine's words paused. It seemed that Dumbledore's name alerted Lupine and made him realize that the person in front of him was just a young wizard.

He pursed his lips and remained silent for a moment. After a moment, Lupine shook his head and said softly: "Who knows...I'm sorry Loren, you heard these complaints."

"..."

Chapter 337 Emotional Master But for Nothing

After barely picking up the energy and sending Loren out the door, Lupine sat back on the chair. Under the dim candlelight, the dynamic photos on the newspaper were blurred into shaking gray-white blocks...

The "Werewolf Code of Conduct" was promulgated in 1637. According to the code, werewolves need to sign a promise not to attack others and lock themselves in a safe place every month. In the days before and after the full moon, you need to stay away from markets and villages...

The regulations in the document are not very strict. Werewolves need to take the initiative to report to the Ministry of Magic and consciously abide by the regulations.

A few werewolves believed this rhetoric and took the initiative to register and confess their werewolf identities, registering their names and personal characteristics. However, the consequences that followed were somewhat unexpected -

The Ministry of Magic has released information on registered werewolves.

So the vendors in the market began to refuse to sell werewolves things, such as black bread, fresh vegetables and fruits, dry firewood and coal; the waiters in the tavern began to refuse to serve werewolves. If a werewolf was sitting at the bar drinking, even the most sane person Unclear drunkards will also take the initiative to stay away and create an open space.

Then there are various unclear cases with suspects. If the livestock of a house dies and escapes, it must be a werewolf; if a child falls into the chimney, it must be a werewolf; theft, robbery, murder ...The werewolves suddenly became the closest people to the Aurors.

After this situation continued for a period of time, the "Werewolf Code of Conduct" became empty talk, and no werewolf was willing to take the initiative to reveal his identity.

For a long time after that, wizarding governments in various countries began to consciously restrict the range of werewolves' activities, in an attempt to let them slowly die out over a long period of time.

However, no one expected that the number of werewolves not only did not decrease, but increased, and now they have become a force that cannot be ignored.

Lupine is not worried about his future. With Dumbledore's guarantee and Loren's help, he can control his werewolf disease at any time with the help of the Philosopher's Stone. But he also knew that this treatment method could only save a few werewolves...

The wandering experience of the past few decades made it difficult for Lupine Remus to ignore the changes taking place in the werewolf group, and he could not ignore the possible hidden conspiracy behind the changes.

Fifteen minutes, or half an hour, Lu Ping couldn't remember how long he sat there. After hearing the clock on the wall chime the hour, Lu Ping got up, packed up the table, and walked towards the school doctor's office with the Wolfsbane potion in his arms.

……

Half an hour before lights out.

Loren came out of the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor's office and encountered the portrait of the knight Sir Cadogan. He accompanied the knight and his gray pony on an expedition all the way to the entrance of Gryffindor Tower.

From a distance, I saw Harry sitting at the door of the Portrait Cave, holding his head in his hands, looking sad, and sighing melancholy from time to time.

The fat lady in pink silk clothes leaned her head against the picture frame and patiently enlightened him: "Let me tell you, little guy, there is nothing to be sad about at your age. You still have a few decades to taste delicious food." Wine, you can enjoy the warm sunshine and gentle wind——"

As the Fat Lady spoke, she couldn't help but clasp her hands and sing.

Harry sighed and said deeply: "You will know when you are my age."

"..."

The Fat Lady paused in her singing and hid silently behind the stone in the portrait.

Loren smiled, trotted over to him and squatted down, looking in the direction of his gaze: "What happened? The invincible Seeker Harry Potter is not inside to attend the celebration party. He is alone. Cold air blowing outside the common room?”

Harry remained motionless, his eyes were indifferent, and his tone was as deep as a philosopher: "People like you will never understand."

"I just like Qiu Zhang, but now I'm heartbroken." Loren said carelessly as he sat down with one leg sideways.

Harry's philosophical temperament was instantly shattered. He looked around in a panic and breathed a sigh of relief after confirming that no one else heard him.

Harry's eyes changed and he looked at Loren. After a moment of silence, he tentatively asked, "Mind reading?"

"It's Legilimency." Seeing Harry's face turn red instantly, Loren couldn't help but smile and said, "I lied to you, do you believe this?"

Harry was stunned for a moment, sighed and then lowered his head again, seemingly silent.

Loren didn't care. He supported his upper body with both hands and looked up. His eyes narrowed and he looked at the ceiling of the corridor and said, "Harry, have you ever thought about whether you really like Qiu Zhang?"

"Of course!" Harry responded simply, his tone a little urgent, as if he was trying to prove himself.

"Then what do you like about her?"

"she--"

Harry was stunned. He opened his mouth and suddenly realized that he couldn't answer the question.

"Let me tell you..." Loren's voice was very soft, even with the echo in the long and narrow corridor, "You and Qiu Zhang met on the Quidditch pitch, oh, no, both You can’t say that you know her. You just learned her name from other people. Qiu Zhang may also know you. After all, you are Harry Potter, the savior who survived. There are very few people in the wizarding world who don’t know you, or war. The invincible youngest Seeker, no one in Hogwarts doesn’t know you..."

"You and Qiu Zhang have never spoken a word or two in total. You don't know her habits, her personality, and what kind of pudding she likes to eat... In short, you quickly decided that you like her. You have never known her. I haven’t thought about what I like about her.”

Loren turned to look at him: "Do you like her appearance?"

Harry thought about it carefully, nodded, and then quickly shook his head.

"Yes." Loren smiled, "Qiu Zhang is very beautiful, but there are girls in Hogwarts who are more beautiful than her. So do you like her identity?"

"Identity?" Harry was a little confused, "What identity?"

"Asian, Ravenclaw, Seeker...all kinds of identities."

Harry was lost in thought, and after a moment he raised his head and looked at Loren even more confused, neither nodding nor shaking his head.

"Look, you don't understand her character. You don't like her because of her appearance, or because of her identity." Loren paused for a moment, leaving some time for Harry to think, "Then what do you like? Woolen cloth?"

……

In the noisy Gryffindor common room, the little wizards were celebrating today's victory.

Defeating Hufflepuff and defeating Ravenclaw means that as long as they defeat Slytherin, this year's Academy Cup will also be won by Gryffindor.

The hard-drawn fireworks purchased from Hogsmeade at the end of last month came in handy. The sound of crackling explosions and various colored smokes were non-stop. All kinds of candies were sprinkled like raindrops, and the air was full of sweetness. The fragrance.

After the cream cake was cut, Fred and George took the lead in starting the battlefield, wiping their hands with cream on other people's faces, not sparing anyone in sight. The farce stopped until Wood and Percy got their faces smeared all over and got mad together.

The Liba fireworks were still going off, but the little wizards had restrained themselves a lot, and the celebration gradually returned to normal.

"Hermione, have you seen Harry, and Loren?"

Lee Jordan, whose face was smeared with cream, looked for Hermione who was reading in the corner of the lounge, with an excited smile on his face, "Today's commentary was so exciting. I must ask him for advice next time." It will definitely come in handy when I go to Slytherin."

Hermione was silent for a moment, then advised, "Loren has been banned by Professor McGonagall from approaching the commentary booth. I think you'd better not learn his commentary style."

"Hehe... you don't know this, right?" Lee Jordan squeezed his eyebrows and said proudly, "If I can explain a game like Loren did, Hogwarts will definitely leave a legend of mine, even if I'm willing to never commentate on Quidditch games again."

Seeing his longing look, Hermione wisely stopped trying to persuade him: "Loren is out and I don't know when he will come back. You'd better find him tomorrow."

"What a pity..." Li Jordan shook his head and walked away. The pure white cream was printed on his dark skin, looking particularly funny.

Hermione closed her book and looked at the clock on the wall.

After some calculations, it was almost time for Loren to come back, and she also wanted to ask about Professor Lupine's condition. There are many things that are difficult to say in a crowded common room...

Hermione thought for a moment and decided to wait outside for Loren to come back.

After pushing past the Gryffindors who were celebrating their victory, Hermione came to the exit of the lounge. Just as Hermione was about to crawl into the portrait hole tunnel and push the door out, she suddenly saw a figure crouching behind the stone door——

The common room was full of excitement and joy, the explosions of Libian fireworks kept going off, and the little wizards were laughing and noisy under the bright lights. It was completely different from the joyful atmosphere behind. The little girl was huddled in the shadow behind the portrait hole. Where the light could not reach, there were faint traces of tears on the ground that had not dried.

Hermione felt that it was a bit bad to break such a thing, so she subconsciously turned around and wanted to leave, but after thinking about it, she stayed.

The autumn magic robe is slightly thicker, and the sleeves are embroidered with long straight lines of red and gold colors. He must have been huddled here since he came back from outside, and he didn't have time to change clothes. The fiery red-haired little person has a standard beauty face, the size of a palm, with some baby fat that is not spread out. It seems that the chin has only a slight curvature, fair skin, and a few playful freckles - better than him My brother is much less.

Hermione felt that there were few girls in the whole school who were prettier than Ginny, and she was cheerful and generous, with the traditional character of the Weasley family. According to Lavender and Parvati, she would definitely be deeply loved in the future. Loved by other boys.

And now, this beautiful Miss Weasley is huddled here lonely, looking depressed.

Hermione vaguely guessed something, but wasn't entirely sure. She walked over and squatted next to Ginny, patting her shoulder comfortingly.

Just when she was about to say something to comfort Ginny, she suddenly heard a familiar voice coming from outside: