The days at Hogwarts

Hermione was silent for a while, then handed over another silver coin: "Then take this one from me too."

Loren pushed the silver coins away and looked at her doubtfully: "What's the use of asking for two silver coins by myself, when I can send a message to myself?"

"..."

Hermione looked at this man with a sad expression: "What birthday present do you want?"

"hey-hey……"

Loren's eyes were particularly bright and shining in the night: "A gift like last year's birthday would be great."

Hermione had already seen the answer in his eyes, but deliberately pretended not to know, and asked doubtfully: "Tie?"

"Not a tie, another gift."

Hermione's eyes sparkled, and a slight smile appeared at the corner of her mouth: "I just remembered that I gave him a tie, and no other gifts."

"You don't remember why you are blushing? You obviously remember it very clearly!"

"I don't remember if I don't remember."

"Hermione..."

"..."

After grinding for a long time, Loren finally tasted the warmth and softness, as tender and elastic as strawberry pudding. Unfortunately, he was pushed away after only five seconds.

Hermione's eyes were also bright. She avoided the man's gaze and suddenly thought of a question: "Why can't the silver coins we both count as gifts, but a kiss in which both parties participate can?"

"Emmm..." Loren showed a thoughtful expression, "What you said makes sense, I have to change it."

Hermione laughed angrily and moved aside in disgust, trying to get further away from him.

Loren followed happily.

"Hermione."

"Ok?"

"That pair of silver coins is the ancient runes homework you've been working on?"

"Hmm..." Hermione nodded and let him rest his head on her shoulder. "I consulted Mr. Flamel when I designed it, and I bought the raw materials when I went to Diagon Alley that day."

"That time you made me stand in line for ice cream?"

"That time you deliberately hid mint ice cream in strawberry ice cream."

"whee……"

"..."

"Did you drink wine with dinner?"

"I drank a little, and it was already half past eleven when I woke up."

"You couldn't sleep because you were thinking about giving me a gift, right?"

"..."

Loren kept asking silly questions, and Hermione took the trouble to answer them, but was always silenced by his strange train of thought.

The candles in the burrow had long been extinguished, the starry night spread out, and the moon rotated in the window, like an ever-bright candle, slowly, slowly, falling silent in the dawn.

"How about I tell you a story?"

"The Sword Demon and the Papaya Elf?"

"No, it's a serious story about the sycamore tree...I can't remember whether it's the sycamore tree or the fig tree. Anyway, it has something to do with the tree."

"You said."

"Let me think about it..." Loren thought for a few seconds, "The story begins during the summer vacation of the first grade. The Roski family moved to a new town. The first peer he met was Juliana Baker, his neighbor. The little girl at home..."

"..."

Hermione listened quietly, lowered her head slightly, and looked at the sycamore tree under her, with a glimmer of light twinkling in her eyes.

This is a story without magic, and the main content is not about trees, but about heartbeats...

This person obviously didn't remember the details of the story very well, and she didn't tell it fluently. She always had to go back and fill in the details that were missed at the end of the story, but this didn't stop her from liking the story.

Some people are mediocre and shallow, and some people are bright on the outside but rotten on the inside.

But there are always people who are as gorgeous as a rainbow, and you will only know them when you meet them.

The quiet wind of the summer night lingered in the treetops, and the crooked crescent moon spread a shallow silver light on the tree crowns. They were the only two people in the sycamore tree and the entire yard. Not far away, the frogs in the pond kept chirping, but it didn't sound noisy at all.

They may have been too sleepy and leaned together for a nap for a while, but no one wanted to say goodbye. It was not until the first light of the morning splashed on them like cold water that they suddenly woke up and hurried back to the room.

……

Life at the Burrow is full of magic and surprises. There is a clock in the living room that tells the location of the family, a mirror on the mantelpiece that criticizes people's regular dress, ghouls in the attic that make noise, and the occasional things George and Fred create. The explosion was considered completely normal.

During Loren's visit for more than half a month, Hanhan was bribed by the twins with rat fucks and many fresh nuts, and became a temporary courier for Weasley's Wizard Wheezes. He set out every day with a large amount of Wheezes products, and was often busy until late at night. just came back.

But in the eyes of several guests, the most admirable thing about the Weasley family's life is not the talking mirror, the magical indicating clock, or the knocking ghouls, but that it is full of sharp points. The warmth of screams and laughter.

The time soon came to late August, and the summer temperature quietly but quickly flowed away from the stream, turning into increasingly dense fog in the forest in the morning and night.

The opening ceremony of the Quidditch final is just around the corner.

At 7:30 in the morning, Loren got up from the bed on time and took out the slightly warm goblin silver coin.

The fire dragon on the back of the silver coin opens its mouth slightly, and the slightly hot temperature comes from the mouth. This is a reminder that the silver coin has received a message.

【Good morning. 】

Loren grinned and moved his fingers over the characters.

【Good morning. 】

After putting away the silver coins and getting up, Harry and Ron were still sleeping, and George and Fred were working beside the bed. But today seemed a little different from usual. The postman waiting next to him was not any owl Loren had ever seen, but An unfamiliar brown forest owl with a black back and white belly.

What the twins packed was not fake wands and toffees, but a smelly, granular substance piled on top of a large sheet of parchment.

Loren took a look. With a perfect score in Potions, he recognized what it was at a glance, and couldn't help but fall into a deep silence.

"Dried dragon dung... Do all magic tricks shops sell such outrageous things nowadays?"

George and Fred made a move, then looked over and saw Loren. They smiled and stretched out their hands to pull him down: "This is not a product from Weasley's Wizarding Wheezes, but a gift from us to Percy."

"..."

Fred winked at him: "Remember to keep it a secret for us."

Loren silently mourned for Percy for a few seconds in his heart, then turned and went downstairs to wash up.

……

After dinner, everyone sat in the garden and chatted as usual, but the topic changed to tomorrow's itinerary.

"Go to bed early tonight." Molly looked at her watch. "Don't talk about Quidditch too late. We will get up early tomorrow morning to watch the game. Harry, Loren and Hermione, please bring your school supplies." Leave the purchase order and I'll go to Diagon Alley to buy it for you tomorrow. I want to buy it for other people anyway, and I won't be able to make it after the World Cup. The last game lasted for five full days."

"I really hope it will be like this this time," Harry said with emotion.

"Oh, I don't hope." Percy raised his chin reservedly and proudly, "If I leave for five days at a time, the file basket on my desk will not be full of files. Thinking of this really makes me shudder. .”

George shuddered coldly and gave Fred a look.

"I have to go to the bathroom!" Fred immediately stood up and ran into the house with long strides.

Hermione looked up and said hesitantly: "Mrs. Weasley, what do you mean, you won't go to the game with us?"

After asking this question, the table suddenly became quiet.

Arthur frowned and looked at Molly, his eyes shining with thought. The other Weasley children also fell silent. They exchanged glances with each other. Finally, Arthur nodded to his children. Others had relaxed smiles on their faces.

"Oh, dear... I can't live alone in the Burrow. I have to look after my home." Molly chuckled.

"But -" Hermione was about to say something, but she felt Loren tugging at the corner of his clothes, looked up at him, and then fell silent.

The sound of talking and laughing resounded in the garden. Not long after Fred came back, a strange brown wood owl flapped its wings and flew over from the other end of the Burrow. It landed directly in front of Percy and put down a Bulging parchment package.

"The strange owl must be something from work..."

Percy opened the package with excitement, and came face to face with a whole package of stinky granular dragon dung. He was stunned, and his expression froze on his face.

Charlie turned his head and looked at the frogs by the pond with interest, his lips pressed together tightly.

George came up to look at his face with a smile on his face, glanced at the note on the parchment, and couldn't wait to remind him: "Oh, it said that it was a fertilizer sample squeezed from Norway. Is this what you are responsible for?"

Facing the eyes of the whole family, Percy's face turned blue and white, and his teeth gritted loudly: "Yes, that's right."

Fred exclaimed loudly: "That couldn't have come at a worse time. You have to keep it until the end of the World Cup."

"For work, that's what it should be."

"Puch-"

Charlie tried hard to suppress the corners of his mouth that were rising crazily, and he pointed at the pond in a panic: "Did you see, a frog tripped!"

Loren's shoulders trembled and he echoed: "I saw it, I saw it."

Chapter 423 Quidditch Begins

The air was cold and the moon was still high in the sky.

Molly and Arthur were walking in the middle, with George and Fred on the right, Harry on the left, and Ron, who was holding his sister who could barely keep her eyes open. Loren and Hermione were walking on the far side, shoulder to shoulder. They bumped shoulders with each other and walked with difficulty along the dark and damp path towards the village.

Molly's small complaints mixed with the rustling footsteps, breaking the silence.

"Oh, why are you dragging me with you? I clearly told you to stay at home." Molly grumbled, "One more person will get one more ticket. How many galleons will it cost?" , if I use it to buy wool, I can give each of you one more sweater this Christmas...even if it is replaced by bread and spices, really..."

Fred's head was already in a daze because he woke up early. He suddenly felt even more dizzy when he heard his mother's constant chanting: "Stop mum, Bill got the tickets from Gringotts, half price."

Molly glared at him: "Half price is enough to knit you an extra sweater."

The Weasley children were silent, finding their mother disappointing and annoying at times like this.

Loren and Hermione looked at each other and laughed in unison.

Today was the day when the Quidditch World Cup final was held. They were woken up by Mrs. Weasley before dawn. After breakfast, they were on their way to the game. Mrs. Weasley, who was supposed to stay at home, was also forcibly Drag out of the Burrow.

Although she complained that some people were ignorant, the smile that had been hanging on Mrs. Weasley's cheeks since she left the house betrayed her joy.

George shook his head and listened to his mother's nagging. His sleepiness gradually dissipated. He looked around and asked with some confusion: "Why don't you see Bill, Charlie and Percy?"

"Don't they apparate?" Molly adjusted her baseball jacket and twisted her waist awkwardly. The tight jeans underneath her body made her uncomfortable, "so they can take a nap."

"So they are still sleeping soundly?" Fred asked angrily, "Why can't we also Apparate?"

"Because you are not old enough and haven't passed the exam yet..." Molly couldn't help but adjust the thin cowhide belt on her trousers. She couldn't help but look at Arthur, who was also dressed up, and asked, "It really looks like hemp." Why are they dressed like this?"

"Of course, dear, Muggles like to dress like this." Arthur looked a little proud. He raised his head and spread his arms, turned around and asked, "Harry, Loren, Hermione, I look like a Muggle to me." Bar?"

"Yes, Mr. Weasley!" Loren replied seriously, "You look like a 100% Muggle!"

Hermione was holding back her laughter.

Arthur was extremely satisfied with the two people's reactions: "Harry, what do you think?"

"Very good, 100% Muggle." Harry said with a smile. He looked at the village in front of him and asked, "Should we walk to the Quidditch World Cup?"

"No, no, no, that's too far. We only need to walk a short distance." Arthur explained, "It is very difficult to gather a large number of wizards together without attracting Muggle attention, especially in Quebec. It is such a grand occasion as the Digi World Cup, so the Ministry of Magic has to be very careful...choose the most suitable location and the time that is least likely to attract Muggle attention."

Ginny rubbed her sleepy eyes: "Is this why we got up so early and rushed on our way?"

Molly pulled her into her arms and rubbed her head distressedly.

Harry looked at Arthur again and asked curiously: "So how can everyone get there without attracting Muggle attention?"

"It's really difficult to organize. The main problem is that there are about a hundred thousand wizards coming to watch the World Cup, and the Ministry of Magic can't find a magical venue that can accommodate so many people without being noticed by Muggles."

Arthur sighed: "As you know, Muggles have expanded their footprints very quickly. In recent years, even the primeval forests where unicorns live and the islands where giants hide have been nearly discovered. Unexpected, it seems to be because of satellites or something... Maybe in a few years, the Quidditch World Cup will not be held. We can no longer hide a hundred thousand wizards and a group of players flying in the sky without Discovered by Muggles."

Loren looked up at Mr. Weasley, not expecting such a secret.

He thought for a while and suddenly asked: "Isn't it a place like Diagon Alley that Muggles can't enter?"

Hermione looked at Arthur with the same curiosity.

"Oh, good question..." Arthur raised his head and looked at the village of Ottery St. Catchpole in front of him. The villagers inside were still in a deep sleep. "Some places can really avoid Muggles. But imagine, how could we possibly cram a hundred thousand wizards into Diagon Alley or Platform Nine and Three Quarters?"

Breathing the moist mist, they walked through the village path and walked towards the Stoat Mountain on the other side of the village. Everyone who was originally sleepy and confused gradually woke up.

Arthur spoke unhurriedly about the Ministry of Magic's preparations for the Quidditch World Cup: "So we had to find an uninhabited swamp and take all measures to prevent Muggles. The entire Ministry was busy with this matter for several days. moon."