The days at Hogwarts

Hermione leaned out of the window and shouted sincerely: "Thank you for letting us stay, Mrs. Weasley!"

Loren also leaned out from behind Hermione: "Yes, thank you for everything you have done for us, Mrs. Weasley!"

Harry ignored his doubts and stuck his head out of another window and shouted: "This is the most special summer vacation I have ever had. Thank you, Mrs. Weasley!"

Molly wiped the red corners of her eyes: "Oh, I'm very happy, dear, you guys have also helped me a lot..."

The loud whistle of the train and the hissing of the engine's pistons made them unable to hear each other's voices. They could only see Mrs. Weasley smiling and waving to them, and the three redheads who were bidding farewell on the platform were quickly leaving. , hidden in the misty rain curtain.

"It's so annoying to only speak half words!" Ron squeezed Ginny away and sat next to Harry angrily. "What on earth is going on? What is so interesting about Hogwarts? All three of them know it. , just hide it from us!”

Ginny:……

The youngest girl in the Weasley family looked at her brother, and then at Harry through Ron. She sighed helplessly, silently sat down next to him and started feeding the piglet.

Harry scratched his head: "I don't know, but I should know it tonight. We can ask Seamus..."

……

Loren leaned his head on the girl's shoulder, slowly adjusted it to a soft and comfortable angle, and closed his eyes peacefully.

"Crack... crack..."

Loren frowned, the sound of rain hitting the glass window was dull.

"Quidditch World Cup... Wronsky's fake move..."

This was a topic that Harry and Ron gradually strayed from.

"Gugu...Gugu!"

This is Hedwig and Hanhan grabbing Piggy's owl food.

Hermione held the newspaper in her hand, expressionless, silently enduring the man rubbing against her shoulders, just holding the newspaper tightly with her fingers.

"..."

My fist became hard and I really wanted to hit him.

Loren suddenly opened his eyes——

Damn it, I’m so energetic that I can’t sleep at all!

"It's all your fault for being too thin. I burped when my bones rested on my head. You have to eat a little fatter within a week. I'll check you out over the weekend!"

Loren said with a straight face. Seeing that Hermione was focusing on the newspaper and not paying any attention to him, she stuck her head out curiously: "What are you reading?"

"Daily Prophet."

Loren has seen it. In the latest newspaper this morning, the title on the first page is very exciting——

Fines and Treatment Fees: The Real Cost? Take the opportunity to make money?

"Gold medal reporter Rita Skeeter reported: Recently, most of the wizards involved in the Quidditch World Cup incident have been treated and discharged... After the reporter visited St. Mungo's Hospital and verified, the injuries were indeed caused by the petrification of magic power caused by the basilisk attack. The basilisk The whereabouts are still under investigation... The main treatment drug is mandrake, which is mainly used for detoxification and animagus...

"According to the reporter's investigation, the injured still need to be investigated by the Ministry of Magic after being discharged from the hospital. Wizards who participated in the parade and riots had to pay a large fine. Including the treatment costs, the average per capita is 170 Galleons. Such an amount has caused dissatisfaction among many injured, and one was charmed The wizards who participated in the parade claimed that the Ministry of Magic was doing this to make money..."

Loren said "tsk": "After all, the Ministry of Magic has made a profit."

What follows is other reporters' reports and excavations on the Quidditch World Cup events, but they are basically not at the level of the Beetle reporters. They are all nonsense and boring to read.

"The train is so boring when you don't sleep." Loren rubbed the girl's shoulder again, it was soft and bouncy, and it still smelled good.

Hermione originally didn't want to talk to him, but he couldn't read the newspaper like this, so she pondered for a moment and suggested, "If you're bored, you can read a book."

"What book are you reading?"

"Textbook for fourth grade."

"Isn't that more boring..." As he said this, Loren suddenly remembered, "Didn't you go buy a book yesterday? What book did you buy? Is it good? Take it out and read it?"

"..."

"Why don't you speak?"

Loren stopped, looked at Hermione sideways, and poked her cheek: "Let me ask you, what kind of book did you buy? It can't be a textbook, right?"

Hermione was silent for a moment, feeling that if she didn't explain clearly, the train might not be safe: "I didn't buy any books."

"Didn't buy a book?" Loren felt a little strange, "Then where were you? Didn't you tell Mrs. Weasley to buy a book? You were the slowest. George Fred and I went back to the Leaky Cauldron to wait for you. a while."

"Don't ask, you don't want to know."

"Hey..." Loren's curiosity suddenly aroused, and he poked the girl's face urgingly, "I just want to know, tell me!"

"Tuofan clothing store."

A faint smile appeared on Hermione's lips, the head on her shoulders paused, and she could feel his neck stiffen.

"what?"

Hermione tilted her head slightly and looked straight at him: "Tuofan Clothing Store, I saw you enter Tuofan Clothing Store and buy two sets of dresses."

"..."

Loren looked at her with wide eyes, his face full of disbelief.

Chapter 438 Back to School

The cold rain hit the glass window, and Loren's heart felt colder than the rain at this time.

Thinking of the scene when he was choosing a skirt, Loren's cheeks felt hot. He tried to bury his face in the shoulder next to him, but this shoulder had lost its usual gentleness and was too cold to be true.

Hermione calmly flipped through a page of the newspaper and glanced at it. It was an interview with Viktor Krum, focusing on Bulgaria and Durmstrang School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. She was very interested in other magic schools, but Compared to this, she felt that Loren's expression at this time was more interesting.

"Oh my god, why would someone make a special trip back to buy a dress?" Hermione imitated someone's irritating tone, curved her lips, and looked straight at him, "It can't be that someone's birthday is coming soon. , you want to use the dress as a gift, right?"

"..."

Damn it, I was a little shy after being exposed!

"Didn't you also go to Tuofan Clothing Store, and you used buying books as an excuse? You didn't want to...buy me...a ceremonial robe, right?"

As he spoke, Loren's eyes became brighter and brighter, and he looked directly at Hermione with a burning gaze.

Hermione felt a little guilty, groaned and unfolded the newspaper in her hand, concentrating on reading the introduction about Durmstrang.

Loren understood immediately and grinned: "What kind of ceremonial robe can you show me?"

"Then do you want to show me the dress?"

"Of course not!" Loren refused confidently. His shyness had already been thrown off the train.

"Then I can't either..."

The girl had a smile on her face, and everyone could see that she was in a happy mood. She dusted off the newspaper. Hermione raised her head and said, "Harry, Ron, do you know that Viktor Krum is still a student?" , he went to school in Durmstrang.

Loren angrily rested his head on Hermione's shoulder again, silently complaining in his mind that she was too abrupt in changing the subject.

"I think I've heard of it..." Ron shook his head vaguely, "Where is it? Which country?"

Hermione raised her eyebrows: "No one knows the specific location. We can only roughly know that it is at the northernmost point of Europe. According to newspapers and the European Magic Education Assessment..."

Durmstrang is one of the three largest magic schools in Europe. Its establishment can be traced back to the 13th century AD.

As the most secretive of all magic schools, it cannot be plotted, is shrouded in magic to prevent Apparition, and often uses amnesia spells to erase part of the memory of visitors, so no one can be sure where it is.

According to some students of Durmstrang, it is located in the north of the European continent. The "European Magical Education Assessment" once mentioned that Durmstrang does not recruit Muggle-born students because of the emphasis on dark magic in the curriculum. notorious.

It has produced many truly great wizards, but it has also been run by wizards of questionable or evil intent twice in its history, most recently due to its famous alumnus, Gellert Grindelwald.

However, Durmstrang has experienced something of a renaissance in recent years and has produced international celebrities such as international Quidditch star Viktor Krum.

Amidst the discussion about Durmstrang, the time quickly came to eleven o'clock, and they bought a lot of snacks for lunch as in previous years...

As the train continued to travel north, the rain became heavier and fiercer. The howling wind carried the rain and obscured the whole world, so lanterns were lit in the carriage and it shook non-stop.

When the train stopped at Hogsmeade Station, the sky was dark with rumbles of thunder.

They walked across the platform in the heavy rain, climbed onto the Yeqi carriage, splashed with water, and passed through the gate of the winged boar along the slippery road. The wind and rain in the sky seemed to suddenly calm down.

The roads on campus became flat and spacious, and the little wizards couldn't help but lift the curtains of their cars, stick their heads out, and sit in the carriage all the way. The breeze filled with water vapor made them very comfortable.

At seven o'clock sharp, they entered the castle foyer on time.

The auditorium was still as splendid and magnificent, and it had been specially decorated for the new semester's banquet. Hundreds of candles were floating above the tables, making the gold plates and goblets shine.

The little wizards gradually filled the empty seats around the head table of the house, but the seat of the guest of honor was still not filled up. This was probably because Hagrid was taking the first-year students across the lake in the rain, and Professor McGonagall was having people clear the doors in the foyer. Dry the ground...

Loren saw Professor Snape at a glance. His face was pale and gloomy, and his hair was still greasy.

The short Professor Flitwick got a bunch of soft cushions from nowhere, and was barely on an equal footing with Professor Sprout. Their Herbology Professor had probably just come out of the greenhouse, her gardener's hat had not yet been taken off, and she was looking crookedly. Worn on long gray hair.

A gap away was Dumbledore, his long flowing silver-white hair and beard shining in the candlelight, and his luxurious dark green robes embroidered with many star-and-moon patterns. His slender fingers touched together, his chin rested on his fingertips, and he stared blankly at the rolling dark clouds on the dome.

Well, Dumbledore is still so talkative.

The candlelight floated, dispelling the coldness on the little wizards' bodies, and the auditorium gradually became lively. The excitement of meeting again after a long absence came to my heart, and the little wizards happily shared their holiday life with each other.

"Merlin's beard! Did you notice how tenacious Lynch is?" Seamus still wore his Irish crest, and some of its magic seemed to be slowly fading, and the screams became feeble: "Troy! Mallett! Moran!”

Ron's eyes suddenly widened, and he took out the Klum statuette that he bought for two coins and put it close to him: "Isn't it that Krum's Wronsky fake moves are more exciting?"

"That's true, but the winner is Ireland!"

"Bulgaria lost, but Krum did not!"

"..."

The two sides soon became red-faced.

On the Hufflepuff long table, Rolf stared blankly at the flickering candlelight in front of him, sighing lightly from time to time.

"Rolfe, did you know that the mole flies are nesting on your head?"

Luna, who was sitting at the Ravenclaw table next door, turned her head, tilted her head, and looked directly into his ears. The little girl also had the Irish four-leaf clover logo printed on her right cheek. She didn't know if it was printed today or when she was watching the game. The printing has never been wiped clean.

"I'm thinking about my grandpa." Rolf sighed and said, "My grandpa is currently tracking down the albino basilisk, the one that appeared on the day of the World Cup... The people from the Ministry of Magic always believed that he had raised it. Yes, no one listened to his explanation. He was so angry that he dragged me around the world to look for the basilisk."

Luna nodded in understanding, and asked in a hollow voice: "Then have you found it?"

Rolf closed his eyes in pain and shook his head: "We have searched almost all over Devon County...cocktails, green-striped vipers, basilisks... As soon as I close my eyes now, I can feel the slippery scales on my body. rub."

"Have you watched "The Quibbler"? My dad said that the one that appeared on the World Cup day was not a basilisk. It didn't have the magic power to kill people..." Luna shook her head, "But it was a kind snake, maybe a unicorn." Hatched basilisk eggs.”

Rolf looked thoughtful: "It does seem to be white, as white as a unicorn..."

Chapter 439 Banquet

That was more than a thousand years ago,

I have just been woven into shape,

There are four famous wizards,

Their names survive to this day:

Brave Gryffindor, from the barren swamp,

Beautiful Ravenclaw, from the peaceful riverside,

Merciful Hufflepuff, from the open valley,

The shrewd Slytherin came from that quagmire.

They share a dream and a wish...

On the triangular stool, the dirty and patched Sorting Hat shook its brim, and a strange singing voice came from the crack like a mouth.

When the song ended, Principal Dumbledore's eyes flashed with tears, and the auditorium burst into warm applause.

Professor McGonagall unfolded a large roll of parchment and said to the first-year students: "Whoever's name I call will sit on the stool and put the hat on his head... When the hat announces the house, he will sit at the corresponding table. beside."

She cleared her throat: "Stuart Ackley!"

……

At the long Gryffindor table, Loren and the others faced the guest of honor and watched the sorting ceremony intently, but their ears were raised high to listen to the whispers behind them.

"Hello, Harry!"

Colin Creevey, who had already entered the third grade, touched the spot next to Harry at some point. His suppressed voice was filled with excitement: "Harry, guess what? Guess what, Harry? My brother is also enrolled in school. Yes! My brother Dennis!"

"Oh... great." Harry said dryly.