The days at Hogwarts

"I can't see it."

Hermione glanced at the school bag next to her: "Then take out your summer homework and do it."

"You're going too far, Professor Granger. It's only the first day of vacation, and you're asking me to do my homework..."

Knowing that he could play this blame game all day long, Hermione reached out to lift his chin, trying to push him off her shoulders.

"You can sleep well..." Loren said quickly, putting his fingers into his schoolbag a little, and his head suddenly fell to the side weakly.

"Really asleep?"

Hermione wrinkled her beautiful eyebrows, a little suspicious——

She quietly stretched out her fingers and pinched his nose.

"Um……"

Loren snorted vaguely.

Hermione was silent for a moment, then reached out and touched Loren's lips.

"Boom~"

Hermione pursed her lips, feeling secretly happy and surprised that she could actually fall asleep at the drop of a hat. It was like magic.

The library of the Book of Fantasy was still bright and empty. Flamel held an unknown stage play script and read it with gusto, floating leisurely in the air in the library.

Loren stood in the bookshelf aisle, looking at the empty and lonely library, and sighed sadly.

It's probably a pity that he can't enjoy the beautiful scenery outside. It doesn't interest him even if he sets fire to the library.

He found a position under Flamel, manipulated the book of fantasy to construct a single sofa, lay back on the single sofa, twisted and picked a comfortable position, and slowly began to recall Professor Lupin's Notes on the Patronus Charm.

The content of the notes is mainly divided into three parts. The first part is about how to control the Patronus Spell at will. Loren has been able to control the radiance of the Patronus Spell before, and simply manipulate the shape of the radiance and the path and area of ​​diffusion.

The second part is about the techniques of controlling the physical patron saint. Its main function is to control the size of the physical patron saint.

According to Professor Lu Ping, this is not a profound magic method, it is just a follow-up extension of the Patronus Charm. The blue flame similar to heating is an extension of the Fire Charm. It is not difficult, but the idea is important.

Loren thought about it carefully and thought it made sense.

The physical patron saint's defense against dementors relies on physical contact or collision. Just imagine, if the patron saint of a legendary wizard is a small animal such as a snail or a beetle, when faced with the siege of a group of dementors, can he only use small animals to protect himself from dementors? Do animals of this size repeatedly collide again and again?

Obviously not.

A skilled wizard can summon multiple patron saints at the same time, emit the radiance of the patron saint, or change the shape of the patron saint.

Loren read the notes several times, took out his wand and waved it casually: "[Calling God's Guard]"

A majestic silver-white light burst out from the tip of the staff. The soft magic light instantly became the brightest light source in the library. Some kind of low-pitched cry that was difficult for ordinary people to detect caused invisible ripples in the space. Thousands of silver lights slowly And resolutely gathered together and condensed into a giant——

The killer whale floated in mid-air, and just standing there seemed to be filled with some kind of suffocating depression. The giant whale shook its tail, and the silvery-white light was lifted up like a huge ocean wave, lapping forward mightily.

After advancing for more than ten meters, the waves suddenly dispersed, turning into tiny splashes of water that dissipated in the air, crystal clear and brilliant.

Flamel: "..."

It was a sea of ​​​​fiery fire before, but now it is a sea of ​​​​Guardian Glory. Can people still read books well?

Flamel blinked his shaken eyes and couldn't help but ask, "Loren, do you remember that the Book of Fantasy has a special place for practicing magic spells?"

Loren scratched his head and laughed twice: "Frammel, you misunderstood. I thought the light in the library was not bright enough, so I used the Patronus Charm to illuminate it for you."

Flamel shook his head helplessly, leaning his upper body slightly forward and floating next to Loren, looking at the huge orca patron saint and asked: "What are you planning to practice?"

"Some application skills of the patron saint..." Loren sat up from the single sofa, "including controlling the size of the patron saint, summoning multiple patron saints at the same time, and using the patron saint to send messages."

"..."

In the speeding train carriage, Hermione calmly focused on the notes in front of her. The golden sunlight shone through the window into the carriage, making her feel warm and comfortable, making her want to sneeze.

Hermione put down her notes, tilted her head slightly to feel the breath of the person next to her, and gently raised her hand to pinch her nose.

The soreness on the tip of her nose was relieved. Hermione thought for a moment, stretched out her hand to rub the tip of Loren's nose, and a smile appeared on her lips.

Chapter 389 Going Home

The train kept going south, and the sunshine outside became brighter and brighter.

Time quickly approached noon, and it was lunch time. The sound of small tires gurgling could be heard in the carriage aisle again, and a fat witch pushed a cart selling iced pumpkin juice and various cake snacks.

Hermione pinched someone's face and pulled it to both sides, suppressing her voice and shouting feebly: "Wake up Loren, wake up..."

Of course, such a sound can't wake anyone up.

Hermione pursed her lips to hide the smile on her lips, pinched his face unscrupulously, scraped the bridge of his nose from time to time, and pinched the tip of his nose, having a great time.

After playing for more than ten seconds, Hermione saw those eyes suddenly open, and a silver-white film of light floated on the dark pupils, like a whale that had shrunk a thousand times and waved its tail fin, and it flashed away in a trance.

The process was so fast that people suspected it was the reflection of the bright sunshine and shadows in the eyes outside the window.

Loren's eyes stared resentfully at her small hands pinching the soft flesh on both sides of her cheeks and the ambiguous smile on her face. His gaze was like the cold light of Gryffindor's sword, which made people dare not look directly.

"Cough cough..."

Hermione cleared her throat, calmly put down her hands, straightened her face, and said with a natural expression: "I'm asking you to get up for lunch, Loren. The food cart is coming soon."

Loren, who came out of the Book of Fantasy, slightly squinted his eyes to adjust to the sunlight, rubbed his sore cheeks, and silently stared at Hermione's fair face, making her shrink her neck guiltily.

"Is it fun?"

Hermione nodded, then shook her head quickly.

"It's fun, isn't it? I want to play too." Loren said quietly, "From now on you'd better keep one eye open when you sleep."

"I really wanted to wake you up for lunch..." Hermione blinked, looking innocent, "Please believe me, Loren..."

"is it?"

Loren's voice was calm.

"Of course!"

Hermione nodded earnestly, and just when she thought she could get away with it, she heard a demonic voice ringing in her ears.

"What do you think about waking you up at three o'clock in the morning every night from now on for supper?"

"!"

Hermione's eyes widened immediately, and her breathing slowed down: "I, I don't eat midnight snacks."

"Then I'll tell you to get up and go to bed."

"Get up...sleep?" Hermione was a little confused.

"Get up and go back to sleep."

"!"

Can you do this?

Hermione held her breath and stared at the man's face, observing carefully for a long time. After confirming that he didn't look like he was joking, she began to feel a little flustered——

It certainly sounds like something Loren can do.

That doesn’t mean I won’t be able to sleep peacefully during this summer vacation! ?

We have to find a way to deal with it...

"I just saw something in your eyes!" Hermione's little head was even more active than during the exam. "It's probably reflected by the sunlight and shadows. It looks like your patron saint, Loren, it's very... Interesting, isn’t it?”

Hermione laughed dryly twice, frightened by his cold gaze, and closed her mouth obediently.

Loren blinked his sour eyes calmly, and then kept watching.

From this angle, you can see Hermione's fair face, which is particularly dazzling in the sunlight. Her facial features are exquisite. A few strands of her brown hair were twisted askew when he slept. They tilted restlessly from the corners of her mouth, showing a somewhat messy beauty. The cute but aggrieved appearance adds a bit of new attraction.

Loren couldn't help but want to watch for a while, but Hermione's words moved his heart.

I saw the patron saint in my eyes...

A loud noise in the aisle interrupted his gaze. A woman opened the compartment door and asked, "Honey, do you want to buy some food for the car?"

The fat witch selling things is still the same as before, with a nice smile and dimples on her face, but she looks a little older.

Harry and Ron were also awakened by the loud sound of the trolley's small wheel. They broke away from the world of letters and little owls and looked at the food on the trolley.

"Give us a pitcher of ice-cold pumpkin juice, thank you."

When Loren stood up to pay the change, she glared at a certain guilty little witch. She took the pumpkin juice from the cart vendor and when she returned to her seat, she began to take out various foods from her bag, including steaming beef brisket stewed with potatoes. , freshly baked banana pie, bread still crispy on the outside and stewed chickpeas.

The fat witch who was selling things put the copper nut she had just received into her wallet. She raised her head and saw this scene. Her expression gradually became dull. She swallowed subconsciously, then silently turned around and pushed the cart away.

The back looks very lonely.

When the small table was full and there was no room for anything, Loren took out the cutlery and distributed it to several people, while he took out two small wooden sticks and started eating.

Although Loren looked like he was taking the food out of his schoolbag, Hermione, Harry and Ron all knew that he was actually taking it out of storage scales, which were storage scales with a thermal insulation effect.

Harry swallowed: "I now believe that Professor Lupin will not starve, really."

Ron nodded rapidly.

During the meal, the vendor with a cart passed by the box twice more. Each time he passed by, the clicking sound of the cart would get louder. That was because the vendor had speeded up the cart.

She didn't seem to want to stay here any longer.

After lunch, Loren put down the small wooden stick and slumped lazily in his seat, with a pleasant contentment on his face: "These plates and cutlery are from the school. You put them in your own storage scales. Remember them when the school starts next school year." Give it back to the school.”

"Okay!" Harry and Ron were very conscious of freeloading, and consciously cleared the table. They used a whirlwind to clean up the residue. All the dishes and cutlery were put into Harry's scales, except for Loren's small wooden stick.

With a bad girl spying around him, Loren, who had slept all morning, could no longer fall asleep. He leaned against the glass window and watched the scenery while chatting with a few friends around him.

Talking and laughing, time just passed by.

The train never stopped, speeding through the wilderness.

The sky was getting dark and the sun was setting in the west. The village slowly appeared in the scenery outside the window, followed by the city with red roofs and white walls. Amidst the whistling whistle and the dull sound of the drive shaft, the train entered King's Cross Station.

Coming out of the Nine and Three Quarters Station, they were hit in the face by the heat of the surging crowd with a slight stench. The next moment, the noise of the station reached their ears, suddenly waking the little wizards up - they were back in the Muggle city.

The little wizards who left the station were inevitably in a trance, and there was a subtle gap in their hearts. They were in the ancient magic castle in the morning, and the people around them were talking about spells and potions. Now what they heard in their ears was that Muggles were all different, but completely different. There is no noise involving magic, but there is also the indifferent sound of mechanical transmission and station announcements.

This is the sense of gap brought about by living in a magic school for half a year, and it always feels like this every time I go home during the holidays.

In order to punish the little witch for being naughty, Loren handed both suitcases to Hermione and walked easily out of the station carrying the wooden basket. Crookshanks curled up in the wooden basket, covering his hands with his front paws. Above the ears, it looks like an escapist hairball.

Hermione dragged two empty boxes beside her with a helpless expression.

……

In King's Cross Station, pedestrians were hurriedly leaving the station or entering the station to get on the train. In addition, there were many passers-by waiting to be picked up. Among such a group of people, a strange middle-aged couple with red hair stood out. .

The woman in the couple is short, fat, and wearing old-fashioned clothes that have even turned white from washing. She puts her toes up from time to time and looks expectantly at the partition between the ninth and tenth platforms. wall, as if expecting someone to come out of the wall.

Her husband is even weirder. He is tall and thin, somewhat bald, and his clothes are more outdated, as if they were left over from the last century. He always looks at the passers-by with strange eyes. When someone realizes that he is After watching him and scolding him a few times in annoyance, his wife would slap him angrily and scold him.

After this, he will become a little more at ease, and shift his strange gaze from pedestrians to the machines at the station. Whether it is the loudspeaker on the wall or the ticket machine, he can look at it for a long time, his gaze is hot, as if he has never seen it before. Live the same.

They are so strange and out of tune with the people around them that it is difficult not to arouse people's suspicion.

And a man behind them seemed to be eyeing them. He was a tall and fat man, so fat that he almost had no neck. He had a very red face, small eyes, thick, dark hair, and a large beard.

The obese man stood far away from the red-haired couple, staring at them with suspicion in his small eyes.

At this moment, an old man with gray hair and strong spirits approached the red-haired couple. He greeted the red-haired couple eagerly and actively introduced them to every machine on the platform. Sometimes he would also bring the red-haired couple with him. The husband touches and operates it.

Vernon Dursley, who was secretly observing, breathed a sigh of relief. The old man was too normal. He was wearing a Muggle suit, a Muggle tie, and his hair was combed with Muggle hairspray. He was definitely not one of those guys.

In this case, the two couples should not be weird wizards, but just relatives from other people's families in the countryside.

People who live in the country are like this. They are always yelling and have no experience of the world.

Last year, a relative like this came to his house. His whistling noises angered his wizard nephew, and he was finally blown up into a balloon by evil magic and floated to the ceiling. A group of people claiming to be employees of the Ministry of Magic came later. I don’t know how those people dealt with it. Anyway, Maggie seemed to have completely forgotten about it.

Really, that's how people live in the country.

Vernon Dursley admitted that he also hated wizards, but he would not anger them recklessly. This was a kind of wisdom.

That's what people who live in the country are like...

Just when Vernon Dursley relaxed his guard, several children suddenly emerged from the partition wall between platforms nine and ten. Vernon's eyes quickly locked on one of the boys with black hair, green eyes and glasses. He was surrounded by a group of red-haired children, pushing his suitcase and running forward happily.

Wait, redhead!

Vernon Dursley's eyes narrowed.