The days at Hogwarts

"No, this is someone else's cat, just let me take care of it for a while." Hermione smiled and couldn't help but scratch the little white cat's chin as she spoke.

The white cat Loren raised his eyelids and quickly lowered them, as if he didn't bother to react at all.

Damn Hermione, she promised to teach her the art of human transfiguration, but she still had to fulfill her promise herself.

Harry stretched out his hand to touch the white cat, but was frightened by the baring of teeth and claws and took several steps back. He had to retract his hand angrily: "This cat seems to have a bad temper."

"Yes." Hermione rubbed the little white cat, lowered her head and said with a smile, "Kittens with bad tempers should be disciplined and disciplined. Do you think so yourself, kitty?"

Harry rolled his eyes when he saw the white cat. He always felt that the look looked familiar, but he couldn't remember where he had seen it before. Moreover, Hermione's look was also a bit weird...

Harry took a few glances and didn't notice anything was wrong, so he turned around and went to ruin Crookshanks with Ron.

The white cat Loren yawned and pushed away the offending hand with his hind legs. He also kicked Hermione's legs to make her calm down and do her homework.

It's only been half an hour now.

This woman said that two hours would not be discounted at all.

The homework of arithmetic divination and ancient runes takes about an hour, which means that after she finishes writing, she will have to be played with for half an hour, and she will probably lose some hair.

It's really a big loss if I didn't ask for a tongue kiss during the day.

The little white cat sighed helplessly.

Chapter 370 Meeting Firenze again

Exhausted mentally and physically, Loren pushed open the bedroom door and saw two animals made of silvery white light. On the left was a stag with sharp horns, and on the right was a majestic lion.

Two patron saints stood in the center of the room, illuminating the entire room with soft silvery white light.

Ron explained matter-of-factly: "The image of the patron saint is closely related to everyone's personality. The lion symbolizes courage. As you can see, Neville is a courageous Gryffindor. Although he usually has a bad memory, Not very well, and few words, but the courage shown in times of crisis is true courage.”

"What does Harry's stag represent?" Seamus asked.

Ron was suddenly stuck, thought for a few seconds, and tentatively said: "The patron saint that represents his father is also a stag?"

"Then why is his father's patron saint a stag?"

"Maybe his grandpa's patronus was a stag."

"Then why is his grandfather's patron saint a stag?"

"..."

Several people present fell into silence and began to recall who started this conversation.

Harry thought that his grandfather's patronus might not be a stag, and that his grandfather might not even have learned the Patronus Charm.

Loren, who was standing nearby and watching the joke, smiled: "The stag represents leadership and courage, which is consistent with Harry's savior status, and since the stag's antlers fall off and regenerate every year, it is also a symbol of rebirth and resurrection. , consistent with Harry’s experience of surviving the catastrophe.”

"So that's it..." Seamus nodded thoughtfully and looked at him curiously, "Loren, what is your patron saint? Can you summon it for us to see?"

Harry and others also looked over curiously.

"It's a killer whale. It's too big to show in the room." Loren paused, "If you are willing to take me out for a night swim now and take a look at my patron saint on the tower, then I won't reject."

"..."

The expressions on Harry and others' faces became complicated. It's a good suggestion. Don't mention it again in the future.

Ron and Seamus asked Loren to ask some questions about the Patronus Charm. Ron and Harry had learned the Patronus Charm from Professor Lupin before the club opened. They were ahead of the curve. As long as they focused on practicing, The Patronus should be summoned before the end of the semester.

Simo's progress is worse, and he is still at the stage where he can only emit light.

Loren explained the theoretical knowledge and shared some practice tips. Harry and Neville checked and filled in the gaps and listened with interest. They chatted until late at night, and then they returned to their beds in high spirits.

……

February is a time when it turns warm and cold.

Hagrid used various tricks to get some magical animals related to fire to teach everyone. The burning flames made the cold spring more interesting.

Time flies to Wednesday, the day of the full moon.

Lunch break.

Little wizards were dotted around the courtyard to pass the time. Daffodils and camellias of various colors were in bloom, and unknown wild flowers began to pop up. Some people were pulling earthworms in the grass, and some were blowing blue flowers under the eaves. The bluebell flames gathered together in twos and threes, and bursts of laughter sounded from time to time.

"Um……"

Loren squeezed Hermione's white hand and looked at the lines on it intently, "Your palmistry is very complicated, but the result is very good, both love and career are happy."

Touching, kneading, and squeezing, Loren kept nodding, it felt good.

If you ignore the irregular movements of his hands, you can barely think that he is reading palms. Hermione was speechless: "Are these movements also steps in divination?"

"Of course! What, you don't believe me?"

Loren straightened his neck and looked at her confidently, "I saw that you dropped out of the divination class, so I kindly gave you tutoring on divination, but you actually doubted me!"

"Then let go of my hand." Hermione said calmly.

"I do not!"

Hermione sighed slightly, what else could she do, she could only play with him.

Giving her hand to this scoundrel, Hermione leaned back on the tree trunk behind her and relaxed, taking a deep breath. The air was cool and refreshing, and she looked up at the blue sky.

"Professor McGonagall is taking us to the Forbidden Forest to bury the secret medicine tonight. Are you going?" Hermione asked softly.

"go with!"

Loren scratched the palm of her hand and glanced at Hermione's expression out of the corner of his eye. He was a little disappointed when he realized that she was not tickled. It was a pity that she was not ticklish.

"What are you going to do?"

"Go dig out the secret medicine we buried last time and see if it smells bad."

"..."

Hermione's intuition told her that this topic should not be discussed further.

She accepted this intuition.

……

After dinner, the little wizards, led by Professor McGonagall, went to the field on the edge of the Forbidden Forest. The silver light of the full moon flowed faintly in the forest.

There are young wizards who successfully persisted for a month for the first time, and there are veteran students who, like Hermione, interrupted the Animagus ritual for fun during the holidays.

Harry and Ron followed Loren and Hermione with expressions of uncontrollable excitement. After being tortured by Mandrake blades for a month, they were finally free.

"Brewing a secret potion from saliva sounds a bit disgusting to be honest?"

"Harry, don't make such a fuss! We've seen a lot more disgusting things than this in Potions. Remember the crocodile's living heart? I almost knocked over the cauldron when it started beating in my hand."

"How about we bury the secret medicine together?"

Ron thought for a moment, hesitated for a few seconds and then shook his head, "Let's forget it. What if we get mixed up when we dig it out? I don't want to drink from you -"

"Okay, stop talking!"

Although Harry interrupted Ron in time, he had already subconsciously imagined that scene in his mind, which made him feel sick for a while.

Just like the previous times, Professor McGonagall explained the precautions and selected two senior young wizards to give demonstrations. Then he asked the other young wizards to start brewing the secret medicine and let them into the Forbidden Forest one after another.

Loren followed Hermione into the Forbidden Forest, preparing to go to the place where they brewed the secret potion last time, dig out the secret potion of the two of them last time, and then bury the crystal bottle that Hermione prepared this time.

Although there were some insects in the Forbidden Forest at night in early spring, there were no noisy insects, and it seemed even more silent under the cold moonlight.

As I walked, there was a sudden rustling in the low bushes in front of me. As the leaves swayed, a centaur emerged from the woods. His blue eyes and platinum hair were shining, and his lower body was covered with a silver mane. The pale golden body of the horse.

"Firenz?" Loren and Hermione both knew him and were a little confused as to why he was here.

"Wizard's pony, the ice and snow have melted. Are you here to sow seeds?" Firenze's tone of voice was very calm. He walked slowly in front of the two of them with his horse's hooves moving.

sowing?

Maybe the centaurs tribe has been planting seeds recently, but I don’t know what they are planting?

Loren thought and shook his head: "We are here to bury the Animagus secret medicine."

Hermione looked at the tall centaur: "Firenz, what are you doing here? Do you need us to call Professor McGonagall for you?"

Firenze's front hooves were slightly bent, and he leaned down to look at the two of them: "No, I'm here to find you. The starry sky tonight is very clean, and the stars give us inspiration."

Loren looked up at the sky. The weather was probably fine during the day, with no clouds blocking the sky. Apart from the bright full moon, the sky was dark blue and there was nothing else.

Firenze continued: "The sun begins to move away from us. When it is furthest from us, Jupiter's dust will obscure the light, so beware of darkness."

"What do you mean?" Hermione asked.

"Beware of the darkness, the stars say so." Firenze stood up and dug the soil on the ground with his hooves, then turned and left.

Loren and Hermione stared blankly as he receded.

Loren was silent for a moment: "Honestly, I think Professor Trelawney's divination is better than the Centaur's stargazing. At least we can understand what Professor Trelawney said."

"That makes sense..."

Chapter 371 Harry: Can’t sleep, can’t sleep at all

Fortunately, this is not the first time that Loren and Hermione have experienced a prophecy. After repeated reminders from senior prophecy witness Albus Dumbledore, they now deeply understand that the best way to treat a prophecy is to ignore it.

When the traces of the centaurs disappeared completely, Loren and Hermione continued to the location where the secret potion was last buried.

"Should we convey the content of the centaur's prophecy to Principal Dumbledore?" Hermione asked.

"I would say that Principal Dumbledore has a fairly close relationship with the centaurs, so we shouldn't need to tell him, but..." Loren pondered for a moment, "To be on the safe side, I'll go talk to Professor Dumbledore tomorrow. "

"I agree."

Putting the prophecy aside for the time being, the two of them walked slowly towards the Forbidden Forest.

The moonlight was dim, and the small animals with normal schedules had basically rested. Nocturnal animals such as owls and night owls were nowhere to be seen. The Forbidden Forest in early spring was quiet except for the sound of two people talking.

"How's Divination going with Professor Trelawney?"

"I've almost finished learning palmistry, and I'm about to start teaching crystal ball divination."

"Judging from your palmistry performance, it's useless knowledge..."

"Nonsense!" Loren looked at her seriously, "I think palmistry is very useful knowledge!"

"..."

Hermione didn't want to continue asking what was useful. Out of understanding of Loren, she felt that if she continued to ask, she would get some unreasonable answers.

Hermione held the crystal bottle containing the secret medicine in her hand, checking the location of the tree trunks along the way, and finally stopped under a beech tree with an "X" shaped scorch mark.

The secret medicine buried last time is three steps east of the beech tree.

Loren determined the location, used the transformation technique and the floating spell, and in less than a minute he dug out two mud-covered and somewhat old crystal bottles.

Inside the transparent crystal bottle, the secret medicine has become turbid and the color is a dirty earthy yellow. The pupa of the Grimace Hawkmoth is only an empty shell the size of a fingernail, and its hair has completely melted into the mandrake leaves. When it enters the liquid, the shape cannot be seen anymore.

"There is a little magic reaction..." Loren looked at the two small bottles, looking very interested, "I don't know what it smells like. Does it smell bad?"

Hermione buried her secret potion, stood up, and fell into silence when she heard the second half of Loren's sentence.

With its turbid state, bad color, and dirty liquid, this half-finished potion is easy to drink and is definitely poisonous. If you drink it, you will be suspended from the school infirmary for a week.

Why would anyone want to try it?

Hermione couldn't figure it out.

In order to prevent him from really trying something weird, Hermione reached out to grab the crystal bottle, tapped her wand, and a bright yellow flame rose on the ground. The crystal bottle was thrown into the high-temperature flames and made a crisp crackling sound for a few minutes. Finally, a twisted crystal stone was left in place——

The melted crystal liquid is gathered together and spread on the ground to cool. It is more like a thin crystal plate than a crystal stone.

Loren looked straight at her with a serious expression: "As the saying goes, there is fire in the forest and I am in the prison... You actually set a fire in the forest without any awareness of fire prevention."

"We don't have this weird saying in Britain."

Hermione remained expressionless as she took his hand and walked back.

"The point is the proverb, the point is that you have no awareness of fire prevention..." Loren said sadly, "Don't think that I will let you go if you hold my hand. I am a fair and upright person."

"..."

"Do you know how many small animals there are in the forest? Do you know how many animals' homes will be destroyed by causing forest fires... No, you don't know, you only care about yourself!"

"..."