The days at Hogwarts

Everyone could see that Harry looked depressed, as if a dark aura was emanating from him.

"Eat something quickly, Harry." Ron couldn't bear to watch it anymore and advised.

"Oh~" Harry sighed and repeated the previous action, taking a bite of bread and chewing it for a long time before swallowing it.

It was too difficult to arouse an appetite in this state, so Harry gave up and took a sip of the hot milk. "I have three classes today, three homework assignments, and Quidditch training tonight. I feel breathless whenever I think about this."

Hermione tried to reduce some of Harry's pressure. "Professor Sprout won't have much homework. Flitwick and Professor Binns' homework is usually due next week. Relax, Harry."

"Uh-huh, you can refer to my homework." Loren spoke unclearly with a large lump in his mouth.

Hermione was itching to do something when she saw this horrible look.

The concern of his friends made Harry feel a little more relaxed. He felt less breathless. "Not only the homework, but also Quidditch. I'm just a novice. Wood pinned his hopes of victory on me. I... I don't even understand the real game yet."

Harry couldn't continue speaking. Although the training went very smoothly and he felt good, it was his first competition after all, and it was impossible not to be nervous.

"Then you're on time."

Loren swallowed what was in his mouth, reached out and took out "The Magical Quidditch Ball", and slapped it on the table, "Quidditch Crash Handbook, the origin and evolution of Quidditch, classic games in history, this book The book has everything you need. Seeing that you are an acquaintance, I won't charge you money."

Harry ignored Loren's weird words and took the book to start reading. He was soon immersed in the book.

Hermione saw the title and looked towards Loren. This was the book she recommended to Loren yesterday. Loren was able to summarize the main content of the book today, which was really fast. Hermione blinked thoughtfully and said nothing.

Loren, who was standing by, didn't notice Hermione's strange gaze and just continued eating.

……

After the morning Herbology class, Loren went to Professor McGonagall's office.

Professor McGonagall did not make things difficult for him. She simply asked him about some scoring rules and then let him pass. She wrote a warrant and asked Loren to take her to Lee Jordan to have some discussions.

Before leaving the office, Professor McGonagall called Loren and looked at him softly, "I know the reasons of family and friends are just to convince me. No matter how naughty the Gryffindor students are, they are still my students. There will be no pure-blood or Muggle arguments here. Loren, you have a group of good friends."

"I understand, Professor."

Loren had never seen Professor McGonagall like this before and didn't know how to respond.

Before Lorendo could think about it, Professor McGonagall put on a straight face, "But if you dare to mess up during the game, I'll turn you into a Quaffle."

"No problem Professor!"

Loren patted his chest. It was just right. This was the familiar Professor McGonagall.

I promise not to cause any trouble. What bad intentions could an ordinary Quidditch commentator have? He just wants to make some fun.

……

After entering November, the weather became colder. Although it had not snowed heavily yet, the lake had already frozen over. Every morning when I woke up, there was a thick layer of frost on the windows. The mountains around the school were gray and covered with white frost.

Through the window you could see Hagrid, bundled up in a moleskin coat, rabbit fur gloves, and beaver fur boots, always defrosting his broomstick on the Quidditch pitch.

The fireplaces of the whole castle are burning vigorously, and even the walls are warm to the touch.In the castle, the students don't feel cold at all, and they only wear coats under their robes when they have outdoor classes.

Although it is warm in the castle, it can feel stuffy if you stay there for too long. Everyone is lazy and lacks energy. Professors will use [Whirlwind Sweep] to bring in fresher air before class.

The students thought that they should go outside the castle, on the grass, or in the courtyard to get some fresh air. The twin brothers boasted that the air in the Forbidden Forest was the freshest, and that even if they smelled it at the edge of the Forbidden Forest, they would feel happy and cheerful all day long.

Senior students taught the freshmen an improved fire spell. The blue flame produced did not require any combustible materials and floated in the air. The temperature was just enough to provide warmth but would not burn people.

Girls like to put a handful of bright blue flame in a honey jar and carry it with them. It is warm and beautiful.

When Loren saw it for the first time, he thought it was something like phosphorescence. Later, he found that the flame could continue to burn even if it was sealed in a jar. He was quite moved. What the hell are the three elements of combustion, combustible materials, combustion aids, and ignition sources? Magic is everything.

Loren, Hermione and others would find a corner in the yard, put a few cans of bright blue fire, sit beside them and read, chat and eat. Just like a spring outing, such behavior in winter makes people more energetic and not lazy and always want to sleep.

On Friday, the day before the Quidditch match, Loren, Hermione, Harry, and Ron sat around a fire.

Hermione and Loren were checking their homework for the week, adding something between sentences now and then.

Loren would scribble and correct the paper and hand it in directly to the professor, thinking that this would reflect his thinking process. As for whether it was legible or easy to read, that was none of his business. He was just a student who was only responsible for doing his homework.

Hermione would re-copy it, neatly and in perfect handwriting.

Both Harry and Ron would prefer to refer to Hermione's homework, of course, whether Hermione would be willing is another matter.

Ron was playing with blue flames, which looked like dandelions or cotton balls. Ron blew the flames up, and they flew for a while and fell down. He blew again from below, and the flames flew up again. The fluttering flames were like butterflies, flickering their blue wings. Ron was addicted to this game.

Harry was still reading Quidditch: The Amazing Ball. No one cared about the seven hundred fouls. What was more interesting were the funny stories about Quidditch.

It was interesting to think that in the 1473 World Cup, all seven hundred fouls were committed. Also, the Seeker was usually the smallest and fastest player, and Harry thought that was him.

The worst Quidditch accidents usually happen to Seekers...

Harry shook his head again, he was definitely not like that.

Quidditch matches seldom kill people, but referees do go missing, usually found in the Sahara Desert a few months later...

Harry read the book and laughed from time to time, like an idiot. This was his only way to amuse himself and relieve stress during the busy time.

Many friends said that the name "Muggle Life is Precious" was too discouraging, so I changed it to "Days at Hogwarts", which focuses on the character being obedient.

Chapter 59 A wonderful misunderstanding

Loren finished his homework quickly and blew the blue flame back and forth with Ron. The two of them looked up, blowing the flames one after another, and the flames were passed back and forth. They were having a lot of fun, like two silly dogs playing with a ball.

Hermione put the revised manuscript into the book and planned to do the rest of the copying work on the weekend.

The girl looked up at the two idiots playing with fire, then looked at Harry who was staring at the book and grinning from time to time. She felt a deep despair in her heart. What should she do? These friends seemed to be abnormal.

"Loren, how is your communication with Lee Jordan?" Hermione found a topic.

"Huh!" Loren didn't stop. "Lee Jordan said that commentary is all about improvisation. Huh!"

"It's impossible for us to predict the outcome of the game, so there's nothing to practice. Huh!" Loren thought this made sense. At least from this point of view, the two of them were very compatible.

The two were very close, and Hermione vaguely felt as if there were small drops of water on the back of her hand. Hermione's expression became horrified, his saliva flew onto her! !

"enough!"

Hermione's temples bulged, and she took out her wand and tapped Loren to stop this silly, boring and annoying game. She put the blue flame back into the jar.

"Why do you suddenly want to be a commentator?"

Hermione put the jar away. Ron was also curious about this question. Judging from his previous behavior, Ron was not good at flying and did not like Quidditch.

Loren had a puzzled expression on his face. "Whether it was Huang Daxian or Guan Shen, they all started out as commentators and ended up being poisonous milkmen. They would kill gods if they could get in their way, and kill Buddhas if they could."

Hermione didn't understand a word of what was said above, but that didn't stop her from understanding what Loren wanted to do.

This person has a bad temper and always does things that he thinks are funny. This was evident from the moment he instigated himself to touch Professor McGonagall's Animagus. There was no other reason other than to have fun.

"Hehehehehe..." Harry saw something funny and suddenly laughed out loud. This was so stupid.

Loren and Ron couldn't bear to watch it anymore and were about to interrupt him.

"Harry Potter!"

Snape had just seen several people in the corridor. Last night, while on guard against Quirrell, he accidentally broke into Fluffy's room and injured his leg, so he limped over here.

"What are you holding in your hand?" Snape looked at the man in front of him and couldn't help but look at those green eyes.

Harry understood that, as a student, it was best not to contradict the professor.He didn't speak, closed the book silently, and handed it to Snape.

"The Magical Quidditch Ball"

Snape looked at the title of the book on the cover, his eyes twitched, and he felt inexplicably irritated.

Quidditch, Quidditch, like his obnoxious father, he had a little talent in Quidditch, and he was so proud that the laughter just now could be heard in the corridor.

"Books from the library are not allowed out of the castle. Five points will be deducted from Gryffindor."

Without giving anyone time to react, Snape turned to look at Loren and said, "You don't need to come to the office tonight." Then he limped away with the book.

Loren was a little dazed, "Huh? Oh, okay."

The four people watched Snape walk away.

"He made up a rule!" said Harry indignantly.

Hermione noticed something else, "What happened to Professor Snape's foot?"

"I don't know, but he must be in a lot of pain." Ron said with a gloating smile.

Loren smacked his lips in thought. Dumbledore had betrayed his own people. Thinking about it carefully, it seemed that this was the only record of Lu Wei. Snape was too miserable.

……

The Gryffindor common room was noisy as everyone was talking about tomorrow's Quidditch match.

Harry, Ron and Hermione were sitting together by the window. Hermione was checking Harry and Ron's Charms homework. Hermione didn't let them copy her homework directly.

The two could have directly referred to Loren's answers, but Loren's homework was full of scribbles, and they had to carefully identify whether it was written by the villain Murrick or the weirdo Yurik. This took too much time, and they could have found the answer by flipping through the book.

So they came up with an idea, they would write the simple questions themselves, and fill in a random answer for the ones they didn't know, and then ask Hermione to check it again, and then they would know the correct answer.

Harry's mind was not on his homework, he was thinking about tomorrow's game, and the more he thought about it, the more anxious he became. Some time ago, when he was anxious, he would take out "Quidditch Through the Ages" and read the interesting stories in it to relieve his emotions.

The book was confiscated.

Why? Harry was filled with anger from his panic: Why should I be afraid of Snape?

Harry stood up and said to Hermione and Ron, "I'm going to go find Snape to get my book back. Do you want to come with me?"

are you crazy?

Although Ron didn't say anything, his eyes clearly revealed this meaning.

Hermione shook her head as well.

"Then I'll go by myself!"

The two's rejection made Harry's inner impulse even stronger, and he turned and left.

Walking out of the lounge, the slightly cooler air sobered him up. He had the urge to retreat, but it would be too embarrassing to go back now.

Harry had a good idea. If there were other professors around, Snape would be hard to refuse him. He planned to try his luck in the staff room.

On the other side, in the basement of Hogwarts.

Loren followed the familiar path all the way to the door of Snape's office.

"I told you not to come over tonight!" Snape's voice was higher than usual, sounding a little annoyed.

There was someone inside, and the office's defenses and warning magic were not activated, so Loren pushed the door open and walked in. Snape was grading homework.

"I came to see you, Professor."

Loren didn't know why he came. Maybe it was because Snape helped him prepare the wolfsbane potion, maybe it was because he taught him more advanced knowledge of potions, or maybe it was because they spent time together every Friday night, which made him feel that his relationship with Snape was not that distant.

Snape ignored Loren and kept his head down.

"Why not try dittany?" Loren took the initiative to mention Snape's leg injury.

Snape raised his head sharply and stared at Loren, his words seemed to irritate him, "Stupid thing! The previous potion knowledge is for nothing!"

"I don't even know that Bai Xian can only deal with superficial wounds, do you think I'm as stupid as you?"

"Do you think that I, a professor of Potions, don't even know about Distilled Water? Or do you just give some self-righteous suggestions without knowing anything at all?"

Snape spat out these words like a machine gun, full of anger and without thinking.

Loren knew that this was a sign of emotions that had been pent up for too long and could no longer be suppressed, but he didn't feel angry. In the 21st century, there have been all kinds of online trolls, and this is not even an introduction.

The atmosphere fell silent.

This scene gave Snape a sense of familiarity. It seemed that the same scene had happened many years ago, with the same anger overwhelming him and the same words blurted out without thinking. The time, place and people had changed.

Snape knew that he was a professor now and Loren was just a student, and the two did not have a deep friendship. Even if Loren took out his wand and killed him now, Snape would not regret the previous abuse.

He would never experience the pain of losing Lily again, but the emotions that had been brewing in his heart for decades were like a broken wine jar, and the smell of ethanol filled the air everywhere.

After a long silence, Snape said, "I'm sorry, I lost my composure."

Snape apologized! Loren found this scene horrifying, but he was not stupid enough to say something like "Ah, what did you say?"

Loren pretended not to hear it, "Do you want to go see Madam Pomfrey?"

Snape leaned his head back on the chair and closed his eyes. "No, I asked Filch to get me some medicine. You can help me to the staff room to apply the medicine."

……

Harry went to the staffroom and knocked on the door, but no one answered.

Snape might have left the book in there, that would be great luck. Harry thought it was worth a try, he pushed the door open a crack and looked inside - a horrible sight appeared before his eyes.