The days at Hogwarts

Lupine didn't stop in his footsteps. He only glanced at the Whomping Willow for a few times.

"Hermione, you are a smart and hard-working child. I have no other advice for you. However, you always implement the knowledge in the book meticulously in actual application. To be honest, this may limit your performance... It will be better in the future. Go a little outside the box and forget about what’s in the book.”

"I will, Professor."

"Ron..." Lupine looked at the red-haired little wizard who suddenly turned his head to look at him, and couldn't help laughing, "You are very talented and smart. Don't always compete with them. There are many things they can't compare with." You have to discover your own strengths."

Ron raised his head and looked at him with a sad face: "I just can't find it!"

Lupine laughed even harder: "At least I found a few places where you are better than the three of them!"

"Where?" Ron looked at him expectantly.

Lu Ping raised his eyebrows and changed his tone: "I'll tell you next time we meet."

"professor!"

Several people laughed.

The solemn atmosphere of farewell was dispersed by this shout, and the scene became lively. Loren took the lead and started to talk about the past year, saying that Kabbah was like a water monkey, that only fools would be fooled by Xinkpunk, and that the red hat bullied the weak and was afraid of the strong...

When they arrived at the school gate, they found that several professors were already waiting here.

Under the doorpost decorated with flying pigs, Dumbledore put his hands in front of him and clasped his beard behind his beard, watching them approach with a smile. Next to him were McGonagall, Flitwick and Professor Sprout who were talking. Professor Nap also came, standing aside with a cold face, in front of Hagrid's carriage on the roadside, talking quietly to the horse pulling the carriage.

Lupin paused, put down his suitcase and quickly walked forward to say goodbye to the professors. Out of politeness, Loren and others did not come forward.

They saw Lupine smiling happily when talking to the four people in front of them. It was not until they finally came to Snape that they paused slightly when faced with that cold face.

Loren and the others lowered their heads and looked at their toes intently, but their ears stood up one after another. However, they still didn't hear clearly what the two of them said. From the corner of their eyes, they saw Snape seeming to sneer again, and finally Taking out a black cloth package, Lupine nodded and accepted it.

About ten minutes later, Lupine came back and picked up the old suitcase. .

"Okay - goodbye, Harry, Loren, Hermione, Ron." He said with a smile, "I believe we will meet again, and I know you believe so too."

Then, he gave a final nod to a few people, smiled, and quickly walked out of the school gate. After chatting with Hagrid for a few words, he got into the carriage and drove away.

On this day, Loren, the best and most satisfying Defense Against the Dark Arts professor they had ever encountered, left Hogwarts.

On such a sunny day.

……

The axles and wheels rolled over the gravel road, and the sound of the wheels made the silence of the carriage more obvious.

When he was alone, more faces of young wizards suddenly popped up in Lupine's mind, all of which had left a deep impression on him over the past year:

Gryffindor's Neville Longbottom, Seamus Finnigan, the Weasley brothers and sisters...

Ravenclaw's Luna Lovegood, Cho Chang, Padma Patil...

Hufflepuff's Hannah Abbott, Justin Finch-Fletchley, Ernie MacMillan...

Slytherin sisters Astoria, Theodore Nott, Draco Malfoy...

He wanted to give some advice to each of them, but he could only leave it until later.

The carriage quickly drove out of the wilderness and arrived at the streets of Hogsmeade. It walked along the deserted streets, exited the post office on Central Avenue and turned into a side road, stopping in front of a small bar on the side of the road.

The bar looked very old, with a vague stench. The tattered wooden sign hung on a rusty bracket on the door, with a severed pig's head painted on it, and blood stains penetrated the white cloth wrapping it.

Lupine got out of the carriage carrying his old suitcase, and was quickly greeted by a wizard wearing a black pointed wizard hat and covering his face with a black scarf.

This was a short, fat wizard with an unshaven beard. His long, messy ginger hair came out from under the brim of his hat. He walked on two short bow legs. As he approached, a strong smell of tobacco and alcohol hit his nostrils. Come:

"Remus! Remus Lupin..." he said in a low voice, with an uncomfortable tone in his voice, "We haven't seen each other for many years. I didn't expect you to come back to school as a student." Professor, Dumbledore is very kind to you, isn't he? I mean, he never remembers people like us, except when they are needed, the last time he saw me was in Albania..."

"Don't say that, Mundungus." There was no expression on Lupine's face. He looked up at the sign of the Pig's Head Bar and asked in surprise, "Why did you arrange to meet here? I remember it was banned here since 1975. You’re in.”

"So I don't dare to show up..." Mundungus Fletcher said, turning around and looking carefully, for fear that the bar owner would find him, "Come in quickly, I have everything ready, go to the United States, right?" ?”

"What did Dumbledore tell you?" Lupine asked, following him into the bar.

"You know him. He didn't tell me anything. He just asked me to prepare the door key and prepare a false identity for you."

The bar exudes a strong smell of mutton. Thick dirt accumulated on the bay windows, barely letting in the light from the outside, and some candle stubs were lit on the rough wooden tables.

There were many customers here who covered their faces tightly. Compared with them, Mundungus was really inconspicuous. When passing by the bar, the bar owner glanced at them and almost frightened Mundungus.

Fortunately, the boss ignored them, and the two of them walked all the way to a dirty, small room on the second floor that smelled of filth.

Lupine put the suitcase on the table and walked around the room to make sure there were no items or magic used for eavesdropping.

"I originally wanted to prepare a Yankee identity for you, but I don't think you can imitate their accent, so..." Mundungus took out several passports and Ministry of Magic identification cards, "You pick one and see. Which one is suitable? Wizards and Muggles often interact with each other over there, and it will be very troublesome without these things."

Lu Ping took the certificate and looked through it slowly.

"Pay attention to your whereabouts. Portkeys may be monitored when entering the country. Don't get entangled by MACUSA. Since the International Confederation of Wizards was confirmed to be held there, their patrols have become more stringent, like annoying hunting dogs... Mundungus said, "Tell me what you're going to do there, Remus. Maybe I can give you some advice. How about that?"

"No," Lupine refused without raising his head.

"Oh, okay... I don't know what you are doing there, but if you are caught, it is best to confess your identity. For Dumbledore's sake, they won't bother you."

"I understand." Lupine put all the documents into his pocket, "Leave the door key to me, you can leave."

"Leave it to you?" Mundungus repeated, his eyes widening in surprise. His swollen and bloodshot eyes looked a little scary, "I thought... okay, okay, I'll leave it to you."

Mundungus babbled a few words, opened his coat, took out a broken shovel and put it on the table: "I thought I could do the smuggling business in the future..."

"Goodbye, Remus, and may Merlin bless you."

Mundungus left dissatisfied, still complaining that Dumbledore was stingy when he pushed the door open.

The squat, bow-legged figure disappeared from Lupin's sight. He shook his head and said to himself: "Still as unreliable as before..."

He picked up the door key that looked like a broken shovel on the table, but put it away in the leather box without intending to use it.

Coming here all the way from Hogwarts is just a deliberately created illusion. If anyone wants to trace his traces, they will only start with Mundungus and then fall into a trap.

And he will apparate to the border and enter the United States via ferry.

Sufficient mandrake leaves and the new improved wolfsbane potion have been put into the bag. He has enough time to find out the conspiracy in the werewolf community and liberate some of his fellow werewolves in advance.

boom!

With the sound of the air exploding, Lupine Remus disappeared into the room on the second floor of the bar.

Five minutes later, the owner of the Pig Head Bar saw through Mundungus' disguise, punched him several times and threw him out.

Chapter 387 End of Third Grade

After lunch time, at the edge of the Forbidden Forest, Hagrid's Hut.

Over the years, the hybrid giant trampled on a spacious path that extended all the way from the direction of the castle into the depths of the Forbidden Forest. It circled the simple but sturdy cabin several times and carved out several flat vegetable plots.

The largest one is the pumpkin patch, where pumpkins larger than people are grown every year. George and Fred have always wanted to make the largest pumpkin into a jack-o-lantern and hang it in the Gryffindor common room with a levitating spell on Halloween, but they have never been able to do so.

After noon, the sun has reached its hottest time, but fortunately, the fresh cool breeze continues to flow from the forest, which is comfortable and pleasant.

Hermione was sitting on the third step, her legs stretched naturally and hanging down. She was holding an old notebook and studying it, her expression was quiet and focused.

The sun fell from the treetops, making her fair cheeks and neck reflect the light.

This is the note left by Professor Lu Ping. The main content is about controlling the size of the physical patron saint and using the physical patron saint to send messages. After bidding farewell to Professor Lu Ping in the morning, they went back to the office to take it out and are studying it.

Loren sat on the fifth step, resting his chin on Hermione's left shoulder, awkwardly looking at the notes, sniffing from time to time to smell the girl's scent.

"As a high-level magic spell, the Patronus Charm is more difficult to control than other magic spells, but this does not mean that it cannot be controlled. While focusing on controlling magic power, you need to focus on controlling your own mind..."

wow-

Hermione twirled her fingers and turned the page.

The head on the left shoulder shook, and he made a dissatisfied nasal sound.

Hermione heard that he was saying that he had not finished reading the previous page, so she turned back helplessly and asked while waiting for him to read: "Why don't you use the copy spell to make a copy like Harry and Ron?"

Loren glanced outside. The two people only read the notes for less than ten minutes before they started playing wildly with Fang, running in circles around Hagrid who was weeding the pumpkin patch, just like two other puppies. .

Loren hummed twice, indicating that she could turn the page.

Now his chin is pressed down by his entire head, and he has to struggle to raise his head when speaking. He won't speak unless necessary.

Hermione turned the page helplessly.

In this way, the notes that could have been read in two hours were delayed until the sun went down. The good news is that Hermione has read it very carefully and has almost memorized it. She has basically mastered the theoretical knowledge and practice methods. The rest is just continuous practice.

Hermione planned to practice these techniques over the summer vacation.

……

Hogwarts Castle, Library.

The little wizards lined up in a long line in front of Mrs. Pince's counter, registering the books they wanted to borrow on parchment paper. Probably because Professor McGonagall's control over the school had increased, even the books in the library began to be borrowed outside the holidays. Borrowing, in addition to the Muggle-born young wizards in previous years, many pure-blooded young wizards also joined the book borrowing team.

There are also some young wizards scattered in the library, holding idle books that they would not normally read to pass the time. The queue waiting for registration is slowly getting shorter.

Hermione, who was sitting by the window, looked up from the page and looked at the little wizards queuing up to borrow books. She felt a wonderful sense of accomplishment in her heart.

This is the first time that she has affected so many people, and it seems like she has changed the world a little bit.

"I want to go home on the weekend... I want to eat ice cream... I want to eat the egg tarts and apple pie baked by Monica..."

Loren stopped writing on the letter paper and raised his head to look at the girl next to him: "Is there anything else you want to add, Hermione? Also, let Hanhan be sent home, so you don't need to bring a bird cage with you when you get on the train. .”

Hermione lowered her eyes and looked at the words "ice cream," "apple pie," and "egg tarts" on the letter. She whispered, "My parents are both dentists. These foods with high sugar content were not allowed in the past year." I ate several times.”

"Then you're lucky to be able to enjoy sweets with me."

"..."

Hermione was silent for a moment. She knew that her mother would make these sweets for Loren, but she couldn't figure out why her mother, who always paid attention to dental health, would accommodate this man.

"Anything else to add?"

Hermione's eyes flickered, she pursed her lips and said, "Coke! Let mom buy some Coke."

Loren picked up the quill and dipped it in ink: "Then I'll write that you want to drink Coke..."

Hermione held his arm and looked at him seriously and solemnly: "You want to drink."

"Hey!" Loren was happy, "Okay, okay, I want to drink!"

Hermione craned her neck to watch him add a few more words to the blank page at the back of the letter. After confirming that he had not exposed himself until the end, she looked back and pretended to be reading a book seriously.

Loren put the quill into the ink bottle and dusted off the parchment paper: "I've finished writing the letter. Now let's talk about retouching fees and compensation for reputational damage."

"What retouching fee? What loss of reputation?" Hermione looked at him in surprise.

Lorenzo said confidently: "Of course you have to pay a polishing fee for writing letters for others. If you ask for Coke in my name, doesn't this damage my reputation? What if Monica misunderstands that I like to eat sweets and drink sugary drinks? What to do with bad boys?”

"Is this a misunderstanding?" Hermione laughed angrily.

"What are you talking about, slandering me!"

"be honest."

"Oh~ you hurt my heart, and now you have to pay for mental damages!"

"..."

Girls' restroom on the second floor.

Myrtle huddled in the toilet tank and blew bubbles. She heard the familiar footsteps outside and the sound of water running from the faucet. She floated out of the cubicle lightly and saw Hermione washing her face with water. She walked over and circled around Hermione, then stopped. He asked curiously in mid-air: "Hermione, why is your face so red?"

"Myrtle!?"

Hermione screamed, her little face seemed to become even redder: "No, it's nothing... The sun outside is too hot, I'm here to cool down."

"Sun..." Myrtle suddenly came closer and looked at her suspiciously: "Myrtle thinks you are lying, but she can't find any evidence."

"Stop talking about this..." Hermione gradually calmed down and changed the subject. "I heard that the ghosts in the girls' bathroom started throwing water to drive people away again. Is that you, Myrtle?"

"Oh yes……"

Myrtle picked at the small spot on her chin melancholy and sat on the water table: "Since the secret room was discovered, those people have been pestering me to ask questions. This is the second time Myrtle has been chased by everyone. I'm really happy about the spotlight... By the way, the first time was when people just found my body."

"But those people don't care about Myrtle at all. They still call me Fat Myrtle and Ugly Myrtle behind my back! Poor, sniveling, depressed Myrtle..."

Myrtle's voice began to sound a little crying, as if she would start sobbing the next second: "Oh, and Myrtle with pimples!"

Hermione's scalp was numb and she quickly comforted her: "No, don't cry, Myrtle, at least we won't say that to you, we are your friends..."

"Really?" Myrtle raised her head and looked at her.

Hermione nodded gritted her teeth.