The days at Hogwarts

"Arsonist, repent for your actions!"

"boom!"

The forest became quiet again.

……

Loren and Hermione left the team together and came back together. The other little wizards didn't think much, they just thought that they had buried the secret potion together again.

There were not many opportunities for open night outings. On the way back to the dormitory, Loren took Hermione and sat in the courtyard for a while, played with the stupid spiral staircase for a while, and sat in the Gryffindor common room for a while.

They were leaning on a single sofa and chatting wordlessly. It was unclear what topic they talked about. It might have been the firewood in the fireplace or the firelight on the candlestick. Anyway, they had no impression.

Sometimes no one speaks for several minutes, and the two of them just lean together and feel at ease.

Until the wall clock rang on the hour, and when the two of them said good night to each other and went upstairs, they could no longer remember what they said. Anyway, time just slipped away.

Back in the dormitory, the others were still awake.

After successfully burying the secret potion, Harry and Ron were so excited that they couldn't sleep. They talked to Neville about Animagus. Although Seamus had given up on this magic, he listened with interest.

Hearing the sound of his return, the four of them turned to look at him.

"Are you staying up late again?"

Loren greeted them and went to the closet to change clothes, "Remember to get up early tomorrow and recite the spell to your heart at sunrise."

Neville nodded: "Loren is right, if you fail, you have to start over."

Harry and Ron were stunned for a moment. Although they didn't know the specific time now, it was definitely past 12 o'clock.

After staying up late, I still have to get up early before sunrise, which is torture just thinking about it.

"No, I don't want to hold on to the mandrake blades for another month!" Ron wailed in pain, hurriedly returned to his bed, and lay down flat.

"I don't want to either." Harry followed him back to his bed and lay down.

Simo looked at the suddenly deserted dormitory and blinked.

After Loren finished washing, he got into bed and covered himself with quilt. He saw Harry in the next bed with his eyes closed tightly, his eyebrows knitted together, and the lightning-shaped scar was somewhat deformed.

He pondered for a moment, then whispered: "Harry, Harry..."

Harry looked over instantly, his eyes widening.

"I have a secret to tell you."

Harry suddenly became interested and looked at Loren expectantly, his eyes bright.

"Hermione and I met Firenze in the Forbidden Forest. He said..."

Harry waited curiously for the follow-up, but the next moment he saw Loren turn over, his breathing quickly became smooth and even, and there was no further follow-up.

"..."

Harry's expression became complicated, and he realized that he might have fallen into a trap, and Loren told him this just to keep him awake.

Even if Loren wakes up now, he will only pretend to be confused with himself.

Harry held his breath and did some ideological work for himself, but in the end he could only sigh helplessly. The centaur's prophecy brushed against him like Hedwig's feathers, making him feel itchy and unable to sleep no matter how much he thought about it.

The prophecies of the centaurs and the rituals of the Animagus had been lingering in Harry's mind. After an unknown period of time, Harry's tired biological instinct made him fall asleep slowly.

One o'clock.

Harry opened his eyes suddenly:

Could it be that Voldemort is planning something again?

This was the case for Professor Quirrell two years ago. The centaur's prophecy was closely related to Voldemort. Is this prophecy also related to Voldemort?

Should you take the initiative to dream about Voldemort? Maybe you can get some clues and break Voldemort's conspiracy in time!

But Principal Dumbledore said that the link was two-way. When he saw Voldemort, Voldemort could also see him.

Forget it, just listen to Principal Dumbledore.

Anyway, the centaurs have already made a prophecy.

Go to sleep peacefully and get up early tomorrow to complete the Animagus ritual.

Harry shook his dizzy head, calmed down his chaotic thoughts, and forced himself to close his eyes.

Three o'clock in the morning.

Harry woke up again, his eyes as wide as bells.

What did the centaur say? !

……

The next morning.

"Loren, Loren!"

"Get up and perform the Animagus ritual!"

"Loren!"

Loren opened his eyes drowsily, and saw Harry with thick dark circles in front of him. Two emotions, excitement and exhaustion, appeared on his face at the same time.

"..." Loren felt a rare sense of guilt in his heart, and he pretended to perform an Animagus ritual.

Harry, who had completed the ceremony early, immediately asked: "What did the centaur say?"

Loren looked at Harry cautiously: "Have you ever thought that I was just trying to tease you. There are no centaurs or prophecies at all."

Harry took a deep breath, his expression a little tense, and he looked around to find his wand.

"I didn't lie to you, I didn't lie to you..." Loren said quickly. In order to prevent a tragedy from happening in the dormitory early in the morning, Loren relayed the centaur's prophecy to Harry, "..."

"Be wary of the dark...what do you mean?" Harry looked at Loren blankly.

Loren spread his hands and said, "I don't know either. This is what the centaurs' prophecies look like. I plan to ask Professor Dumbledore after class later."

"I will go with you!"

"..." Loren glanced at the dark circles under his eyes and remained silent for a moment, "Are you really okay? Do you want to go back to the dormitory to catch up on some sleep?"

"If you hadn't teased me on purpose, I would have stayed up all night, okay?" Harry's eyes were filled with resentment.

Loren had no choice but to agree to his request, and the two made an appointment to go to the principal's office together after the second period.

Several other people in the dormitory had also gotten up. Ron and Neville were also woken up by Harry to complete the Animagus ritual. Seamus was woken up by the sound of several other people reciting spells.

In the morning, I vaguely heard the sound of deep chanting in my ears. It was still four people. The sound echoed around the room, making it impossible for anyone to sleep peacefully.

……

In the corridor on the third floor of the castle, Loren, Hermione and Harry followed the white-bearded old principal, looking out through the window while talking.

The weather was neither good nor bad. On the path leading to the edge of the Forbidden Forest, Hagrid held an iron bucket in one hand and walked toward the cabin easily. Several people knew that the iron bucket contained fire crabs and Salamander, Hagrid uses it when teaching other grades.

"...be wary of the dark?" Dumbledore repeated several times.

"Yes, Professor, that's what Firenze said." Hermione nodded and asked, "What does this mean? Is it related to Voldemort?"

"I think it may be explained by the knowledge of astronomy..." Dumbledore said thoughtfully, "January is the day when we are closest to the sun. Due to the gravitational revolution, we will gradually move away from the sun and then slowly approach."

Loren and the other three were stunned for a moment. This was not the same as the magical prophecy they thought.

"The prophecies of centaurs are different from Sybil. They do not always see bad things... Harvest, joy, sunshine and abundant rain are the common contents of centaurs' stargazing." Dumbledore took his time. He said, "I will talk to the centaur elder. If it is really related to him, I will go to Ilvermorny Magic School as soon as possible after the holidays, um... communicate with him."

The three Lorens looked at each other, they all knew who the principal was talking about.

"By the way, Loren, have you received a reply recently?" Dumbledore suddenly turned around and asked.

Loren shook his head.

"It seems that the two Muggle books I put scared him..." Dumbledore laughed, "This may be the brilliance of the mind and soul, which is sometimes more dazzling than magic."

Hermione glanced at Loren in confusion and replied, whose reply was it?

Loren gave her a look, indicating that they would talk about it later.

The group of people strolled along the corridor until Dumbledore stopped next to the statue of the hunchbacked one-eyed witch. Loren and Hermione's expressions became a little strange.

Dumbledore walked around the statue: "I plan to make a new secret passage, but both the exit and entrance need to be changed. Do you have any suggestions?"

Loren looked at the witch's one eye and was lost in thought. The exit of the secret passage was located in the Honeydukes candy store. No matter how he thought about it, he felt that this was Dumbledore's doing.

Hermione, who had once violated school rules by using this secret passage, felt guilty. After a moment of silence, she decisively said goodbye:

"Sorry principal, I have to go to Professor Bubbaji to ask a question, so I'm going to leave first."

"Principal, I will go with her."

Looking at the two people's retreating figures, Dumbledore showed a gentle smile.

"Professor, why are you restoring the secret passage?" Harry looked at Dumbledore in confusion, "Isn't it safer to block the secret passage?"

"Safety doesn't mean everything..." Dumbledore said softly, "Many years ago, Remus hid his identity through the secret passage under the Whomping Willow... Your father and his friends formed friendships through these secret passages... ...Loren and Hermione increased their relationship through the secret passage in their second year..."

"Harry, Hogwarts will welcome many people, and these secret passages can produce wonderful reactions among them."

“It was like a collision of magic.”

Harry nodded in understanding: "How about putting the exit at Zog's Magic Joke Shop?"

"A bold idea, I think it's a good idea."

……

Ilvermorny School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, Mount Greylock, Massachusetts, USA.

Professor Tom Gaunt, who had just finished the Horned Water Snake's second-year Defense Against the Dark Arts course, sat in front of his desk and looked at the legendary adventures of Gilderoy Lockhart piled in a pile on the table with a complicated expression.

As for the other two Muggle books, the disgusting and dense preaching content was almost overflowing, and he had no intention of reading them.

Dumbledore still did this trick decades ago, trying to show off his erudition and broadmindedness, and educate others at the same time.

Chapter 372 Spring Thunder and Rain

"It's true that you said you were going to find Professor Bubaji. I thought it was your temporary excuse to escape."

Loren shook his shoulder and bumped Hermione's shoulder as they walked towards the office of Charity Bubbaji in Muggle Studies.

"..." Hermione stared at the road ahead, looking like a little wizard going to the professor's office for the first time, concentrating on finding the way.

The windows in the corridor on the seventh floor are all open. As the floor gets higher, there is no longer the obstruction of the Forbidden Forest trees and outer towers, and breezes blow in from the outside. The gray sky is like a canvas, and the dark paint paints the clouds rolled together, making it slightly gloomy.

"I think you react quickly, but I also have some doubts. After all, you don't seem to be someone who lies to the professor...well, I don't usually lie."

"..." Hermione clenched her fists and then let go.

There was no point in Loren's words. He just wanted to talk. He didn't need Hermione to answer. He chattered all the way. Finally, he smacked his lips and looked at the sky outside: "When did you say it would rain heavily? How many people can learn from Arnie?" Where’s Mags?”

"There will be enough water vapor after the ice and snow melt, so it should rain soon." Hermione paused, "But Animagus needs thunderstorms. This is unpredictable. It may be a week or a month."

"Fortunately, Hogwarts is not in the desert, otherwise there won't be thunderstorms for several years." Loren bumped Hermione's arm again, "Remember to recite the spell every sunrise and sunset, or you will fail again. .”

Hermione gave him a roll of her eyes: "As long as you don't cause trouble, I will not fail."

"Slander me!"

"..."

Time passed by making jokes and attending classes. Loren teased Hermione every day, teased Crookshanks, and teased his classmates and roommates. A month passed in the blink of an eye.

In March 1994, there were several light rains, and some impatient lilacs had already bloomed. The small lavender flowers were very fragile. Once the rain hit them, and then the wind blew, a few petals were knocked off by the wind and rain, and they soon withered. Go down and slowly recover after a few days.

The sky was filled with lead clouds all month long, and the professors and wizards at Hogwarts could tell that a storm was coming.

The members of the Animagus teaching class were anxious. Some of the little wizards had not heard the second heartbeat, while others were tired of the incantation rituals twice every morning and evening. They were eagerly looking forward to the coming thunderstorm, hesitant and hesitant.

Thursday, March 3th.

The dome of the auditorium simulated the sky outside, with thick clouds piled up, so dark that no light could be seen. If it weren't for the hundreds of floating magic candles, it would have been as if it was buried under a black lake.

The young wizards gathered in the auditorium to practice the Patronus Charm. Professor Lupine and eleven assistants shuttled among the crowd, guiding others in their spellcasting.

In addition to Harry, Loren, Hermione, Neville and Cedric, six more senior wizards summoned the Patronus Charm and were recruited into the teaching assistant team.

When there were more assistants, some started to take action. After Loren finished coaching a few people, he touched the side of the stage.

Professor McGonagall and Professor Flitwick are chatting here. In fact, they are also considered teaching assistants. If the young wizard takes the initiative to ask for advice, the two professors will not hesitate to provide guidance. But due to some complex and difficult-to-understand psychological reasons, very few people ask for advice.