The days at Hogwarts

Every Wednesday, they have stargazing classes. Several times a month, they feel that Mars is very bright. What is the standard of brightness?

Loren typed away in his mind, but Flamel just looked at him quietly.

Loren knew that asking further would lead to nothing.

Well, I don't know when it started, and I don't know how to interpret it. It doesn't matter what it interprets. Loren didn't feel any pressure, so let it be. The Book of Abraham is probably going to be passed down here.

……

On Saturday morning, the snow seemed to be a little heavier than yesterday. It fell softly, covering the castle and the woods with a layer of white coat.

When Loren woke up, the others in the dormitory were still asleep. Harry stopped smiling and the pendant fell on the pillow.

Loren got out of bed quietly, took out the Book of Abraham from under the bed and sat down by the window.

Soft yellowed bark paper, some brass rings of the Iceman, and pressed marks on the paper. Loren hasn't opened this book for a long time.

Apart from Abraham's name on the title page, Loren could only half guess the rest of the text, which probably meant that except for priests and scribes, anyone else who reads this book will be cursed.

Loren couldn't even guess the content of the text at the end, and still couldn't understand anything. He focused on the pictures on the pages.

In the first picture, a snake devours another snake on an ancient cane. Now it seems that this cane should be a magic wand.

Loren looked at the album and thought, could the mysterious wand be Dumbledore's old wand? Something related to snakes, maybe it was Slytherin's snakewood wand?

Does he have to go find this magic wand? Loren thought far ahead. If deciphering the Book of Abraham requires looking for ancient things all over the world, then he will definitely give up. It's very troublesome just to think about it.

There is a cross with a snake nailed on it. No matter how divergent your thinking is, you can't guess what it is. Is the snake on it a basilisk? If it is a basilisk, maybe we will have a chance to see it next year.

The third picture shows a spring in the desert. A snake is flowing out of the spring along with the water. Does this mean he has to go back to the desert?

Why are snakes mentioned? What does snake mean?

I thought about it a lot while reading the book, but in the end I got nothing. It seems that Mars is not bright enough.

Never mind, let it be. Loren sighed and looked out the window.

It was all white, with some snowflakes piled up on the platform outside the window.

This was perfect weather for making frozen pears, and the idea suddenly popped into Loren's mind.

The thought came to him and he could no longer suppress it. Loren's mind was filled with the sweet juice of the frozen pear and his saliva was secreted so quickly that it almost covered his tongue. He forgot about the Jade Record and the Book of Abraham.

He did what he said. Today was Saturday and there was no class. Loren ran out of the lounge in his pajamas and there were not many people on the road.

Loren ran all the way to the Hufflepuff common room with a smile on his face, and quickly tickled the pear on the portrait, making it giggle.

The kitchen was brightly lit, and filled with the sweet aroma of flour and the aroma of broth from stewed beans. Loren couldn't help but drool at the smell.

The house elves are busy preparing breakfast for the teachers and students of Hogwarts. It takes a lot of time to prepare breakfasts of different flavors in different regions, even with magic.

A house-elf was directing a croissant to bump itself onto a knife blade, slicing itself in half, and then the two halves bounced onto a plate and found a suitable position to lie down.

The elf saw Loren in his pajamas enter the kitchen, stopped what he was doing, clapped his hands and walked over to him.

"Little wizard, what would you like to eat?" The house elf looked at Loren. He had a thin body, long limbs, and bat ears.

Loren was also looking at the elf in front of him, "I remember you. You also made the avalanche strawberry cake I ordered last time."

"Oh! Yes!" the elf exclaimed in surprise, "It is my honor to be remembered by the little wizard."

Loren was in a good mood now and had no ill feelings towards the elf, "Perhaps you could tell me your name. I'm Loren, Loren Morgan."

"Name! You asked me my name!" The elf raised his hand and cheered, "My name is Xiaomai, nice to meet you Mr. Morgan!"

"Xiaomi, I remember. I need some pears."

Enthusiastic Xiaomai stuffed Loren with a basket of pears, about a dozen of them, with yellow skins and some brown spots on them, and smelled like pears. Loren didn't know what kind of pears they were, but they looked a bit like snow pears.

Who cares? Wizards always find a way to eat pears of all seasons in winter.

Loren skipped back to the dormitory and placed a basket of pears one by one in the snow pile outside the windowsill, full of anticipation.

Chapter 67 Lively Snow

He closed the window and clapped his hands. Loren wasn't sure how long the pears should be frozen, so he thought leaving them outside for a week would be enough.

Loren had no idea about either Changsheng or Cuiyulu. The frozen pears he would be able to eat in a week were more worth looking forward to.

The Great Hall, at the Gryffindor table.

"Eat quickly!" Seamus looked excited, "The snow on the playground is waiting for us!"

Hearing this, the little wizards around all sped up their eating.

It's the weekend, and the little wizards, who have been cooped up for a week, have already discussed how to play. There is a thick layer of snow on the playground, which is perfect for snowball fights.

Loren was drinking mushroom soup, which was salty, fresh and rich with a sweet aftertaste. He squinted his eyes in comfort.

"Do you want to join them too?" Hermione asked Loren cautiously and tentatively. She looked like she hadn't slept well and had slight bags under her eyes.

In the past, Hermione and Loren would go to the Room of Requirement to practice on Saturdays, and the current record was about 22 to . Except for the time when Loren was practicing the Shield Charm, Hermione had never been able to knock Loren down. The little witch was holding her breath and was determined to show him some strength this week.

The little witch felt a little disappointed. If Loren wanted to go out and play, she would go to the library to read.

"Did you stay up late reading again last night?" Loren looked into Hermione's eyes and did not answer her question.

"I, I thought I'd skip class today." Hermione answered weakly, and then she realized why she looked like she had done something wrong. She raised her head and tried to stand firm, but Loren glanced at her and she lowered her head again.

"Let's practice somewhere else today."

Loren blew the last bit of the bowl into his stomach and let out a contented sigh.

Change place? Where?

Hermione was dragged to the playground by Loren without knowing what was going on.

The stands and the lawn were covered with snow, and even the lines drawn on the ground could not be seen. There were already many little wizards playing here, making snowmen and having snowball fights, and laughter and screams lingered over the playground.

The most eye-catching ones are the twins, one of them sitting on a wooden board and the other holding a rope and pulling it forward.

"Ah~~~~" the twins yelled happily, one pulling the other and running from one side of the playground to the other.

Hermione's eyes followed the twins as they ran from one end to the other.

boom.

A loose snowball hit Hermione on the back of the head. It didn't hurt, but it stunned Hermione.

Hermione turned and looked at Laurent blankly.

"Today's practice!"

Loren waved at Hermione and smiled happily, which Hermione found irritating no matter how she looked at it.

Loren gathered up another snowball and made a fadeaway jump shot, hitting Hermione right on the head.

The scattered snow slid down Hermione's face, feeling cold and icy.

Bang! Another snowball.

"Loren!"

Hermione screamed and rushed towards Loren.

Not only here, scattered battlefields in other places gradually spread, and a big melee soon broke out on the playground, with snowballs flying everywhere, and everyone tacitly agreed not to use magic.

You may be targeting someone in the last second, but in the next second a snowball may scatter in your face and you will have one more enemy.

Except for Hermione, who had eyes for no one else but Loren.

The damn Loren, Hermione's mind kept replaying the images, from the chocolate frog on the train to the cockroach pile that night. She was determined to teach Loren a lesson.

Compared to Loren, who grew up in the mountains, Hermione was not familiar with this kind of game. She would be hit when she was making snowballs and when she was looking for people.

When Hermione made a snowball and threw it at Loren, Loren would always dodge quickly and hit Hermione in the face with his backhand.

"Ah!" After repeating this several times, Hermione couldn't stand it anymore. She gave up the snowball and decided to take direct action. She rushed towards Loren.

"Go to hell!"

Loren was afraid of being beaten, so he ran away as fast as he could. The two of them chased each other and ran around the playground.

The Weasley twins saw this scene, looked at each other and laughed.

As Loren passed the twins, Fred reached out and grabbed Loren, hooked his hand around his shoulder, and shouted, "Hey, Loren, long time no see!"

Before Loren could react, George said, "Oh, Fred, we're going to be late."

"Goodbye! Loren." The two said in unison, pulling their makeshift sled away quickly.

The acting of these two people is terrible, and anyone can see that they are trying to hold Loren back.

Loren looked at Hermione who was approaching quickly and raised his hands, "Triumph, truce! There is interference from outside the field!"

Hermione heard nothing and ran towards Loren, knocking him to the ground and pinning his hands.

Hermione was panting, her face flushed from the exercise.

"Promise yourself! Don't tease me again!"

"When have I ever played a trick on you?"

"How can I guarantee it if I haven't done it?" Loren was still being stubborn.

Loren could feel Hermione's breath, warm, and tilted his head uncomfortably.

Bang! As he tilted his head, a snowball flew from nowhere and hit Loren in the face.

"Puh~" Some snow fell into Loren's mouth. His face and body were covered with snow, and he looked extremely embarrassed.

Hermione looked at Loren and burst out laughing.

Loren was a little annoyed, "What are you laughing at!"

Hermione laughed even louder when she heard this, unable to control herself. She gradually loosened her hands that were pressing down on Loren and fell beside him, holding her stomach and still giggling.

Hermione didn't know why it was so funny, but she couldn't help herself when she saw Loren's expression.

Laughter is contagious. Loren couldn't help himself and said with a smile, "What are you laughing at?"

There was still snow in the sky and it was cold, but their faces and hearts were warm.

……

Gryffindor common room, in front of the fireplace.

Several little wizards were sitting around the fireplace, wrapped in blankets. They had been playing wildly in the morning until their clothes were soaked and they came back because they could not stand the cold any more.

The fire in the fireplace was burning brightly, and the firewood made crackling sounds from time to time, reflecting on their faces, making their eyes sparkle and their faces hot.

"Are you going home for Christmas vacation or staying in school?" Ron looked at the others and talked about his parents' sudden decision to go visit his brother Charlie, who raised dragons in Romania.

Starting from the second week of December, on Monday, the deans of each college began to collect the names of students who were going home. Today is already Saturday, and everyone's choice should have been finalized.

Bookings for the Hogwarts Express will open next week.

Seamus and Neville are both going home for the holidays, and Hermione also says she wants to go home because she misses her parents very much.

Harry was very happy, he should spend Christmas with his godfather, Hagrid said that Sirius would give him a surprise.

Loren received a letter from Grandpa Bates last week, saying that Grandpa Bates was still traveling around his hometown, so Loren had to stay in school for Christmas.

"And you are my true friend!" Ron looked at Loren affectionately.

Loren sipped the hot coffee in the cup and said, "Stop it. I don't want to play wizard chess with you at all."

Ron was the best at wizard chess among them. Even the smart Hermione couldn't beat him. Whenever he had the chance, Ron would drag everyone to play wizard chess. Everyone was tired of it.

Ron's face suddenly became depressed, and everyone laughed happily.

Chapter 68 Christmas is coming

Room of Requirement.

"[Tongtong Petrochemical]"

Hermione cast a binding spell, quickly left the spot, ran forward a few steps, and raised her hand to cast another binding spell.

"[Armor Protection]"

Loren flicked his wand, and the first beam of white light from the Binding Spell returned along the same path and hit the open space. He then moved a few steps to the side to avoid the second Binding Spell.

The two of them moved back and forth like this, fighting in the dueling classroom built by the Room of Requirement. Hermione was mainly attacking, while Loren was constantly defending and dodging.