The days at Hogwarts

The sun became more and more dazzling, and the big ship that had been parked on the lake for several months began to rock, making a splashing sound. The dark mast was raised high, and Durmstrang's little wizard was entering the cabin along the wooden planks.

Ron squinted his eyes and looked out, and couldn't help but whisper: "Do you think they can still fly that ship without Karkaroff?"

"Karkaroff is not in charge."

A hoarse and dull voice came from the bottom of the steps, getting closer and closer, "He always stays in the cabin, we do the work, and this time Professor Flitwick escorted us back to Durms Tron.”

Viktor Krum, wearing a black robe, walked over, his face still stern, and his gloomy eyes swept across the faces of several people.

Harry Potter's brows furrowed slightly, probably because he was worried about Voldemort. Ron Weasley looked eager. He probably wanted to get himself signed...and Loren Morgan was talking quietly to Hermione. , the sun shines on their shoulders, making the brown hair shine with golden light, and the girl's eyebrows are smiling.

Krum's eyes dimmed and he shook hands with Harry: "Your flying skills are very good. I hope I have the opportunity to meet you at the Quidditch World Cup."

"Thank you for your compliment, but I haven't decided yet whether I want to be a professional player in the future..." Harry shook hands with him quickly, "Your performance was also very exciting, whether it was in the Quidditch World Cup or the Goblet of Fire. Seri.”

"I wish you all the best."

Krum's voice was smooth and calm. He did not say hello to the other people. After saying this, he turned and left, heading towards Durmstrang's big ship.

"I hope they can change the principal to a more reliable one..." Ron watched him gradually go away.

The wooden planks connecting the hull and the lake shore were retracted, and with a clattering sound, the heavy anchor was retracted into the cabin. The black hull bumped and swayed on the water. It sailed for a distance towards the deep water and gradually sank into the lake. The portholes flickered. The faint light also disappeared.

The loud train whistle came from the distance, and only the sound of tapping footsteps could be heard from the front of the carriage. The little wizards from Hogwarts boarded the special train home one after another.

……

Under the cloudless blue sky, the rolling hills are covered with vegetation, with flourishing flowers and grass, lush forests, and railway tracks hidden in the mountains. In this mysterious world that seems like fantasy, a red train winds its way out of the wilderness.

In the carriage, the piglet was hidden by Ron's robe, because it was too active and screamed and ran around in the carriage. Hanhan and Hedwig stood side by side, their heads tucked under their wings and dozing off, and Crookshanks curled up. On an empty seat, it looks like a big, plush ginger cushion.

Hermione looked down at the two report cards with the same score.

His Potions score was much higher than his own, but his scores on the History of Magic and Transfiguration practical exams made up for the gap, eventually making up two report cards that tied for first place.

Hermione sighed sadly: "How can I lose so many points in Potions?"

Loren came over and took a look, with the fresh and sweet smell of mints in his mouth: "Just do one less fill-in-the-blank question."

"??"

The other three people in the carriage were silent in unison, and Ron crumpled up his transcript angrily and stuffed it into his schoolbag. In previous years, Harry and he had the same score, but this year this person actually took advantage of the Warriors. Identity, despicably escaped the exam.

Shameful!

Harry, who did not have a transcript, coughed and decided to change the topic from meaningless grades and scores: "You know, Mrs. Weasley invited me to spend the summer vacation at the Burrow, but Dumbledore refused. He still It requires me to stay peacefully at Privet Drive for a month, and I can't even go to Sirius..."

At this point, he sighed: "I don't understand why. The ancient magic my mother left on me has been broken by Voldemort..."

Ron nodded in admiration: "Now that there is Voldemort and a group of Death Eaters outside, the Burrow is safer than a Muggle neighborhood."

"Believe Dumbledore, he always has his reasons for doing this." Hermione thought of Dumbledore's strange words last night, pursed her lips and continued to persuade, "Harry, don't you Do you want to see what your mother left you disappear like this, just because you think it can no longer protect you? "

Harry froze.

Chapter 515: You actually want to skip the holidays and start school directly?

in the afternoon.

The witch pushing a trolley selling food passed by the compartment three times, and the train was still swaying southward. Hermione bit her straw and took a sip of the ice-cold soda, turning the newspaper in her hand to the next page. Loren was sleeping soundly, leaning against the window glass. With a glance from the corner of her eye, she could see the man's clear jawline, slightly delicate profile, and a few strands of slightly curly hair leaving a thin line on his forehead. Fine indentation.

Harry sat across from him, having been in a daze since before lunch, and he hadn't recovered yet.

Ron swallowed the last sip of ice-cold pumpkin juice, burped, and bent over a Quizball joke book without making a sound. His head was buried on the table and his shoulders were shaking with laughter. The pig, who had been peaceful for a long time, realized that his master There were a few chirping sounds in response to the movement, and he flapped his wings and was about to fly.

Hanhan standing next to him flapped his wings, and the little pig staggered two steps, looking at the spectacled owl senior in confusion.

"Shh..." Ron also pressed down quickly and whispered comfortingly, "Don't make any sound, Loren is sleeping."

The little pig tilted his head and lowered his head dejectedly to comb his feathers.

Just when Hermione lowered her eyes to read the newspaper again, a voice suddenly sounded next to her: "Hanhan bullied the little owl, I saw it -"

His voice was lazy, and he yawned as he spoke.

The Spectacled Owl guiltily took two steps to the side and patted the piglet's head gently, showing that he was a good owl who cared about the young.

Hermione watched the interaction between one person and one owl, pursed her lips and handed over the brand new glass of ice-cold orange juice: "Don't sleep when you wake up, we are almost at platform nine and three-quarters."

Loren drank half a glass of iced orange juice in one go. The cold feeling made him shudder. He leaned half of his body limply on the girl, rested his chin on her shoulder, closed his eyes and squinted again.

Hermione knew that he was used to sleeping on the train, so she thought he would sleep all the way to the station, so she didn't forcefully wake him up. She calmed down and continued to read the news of the past two days:

[The Goblet of Fire Tournament ends: Hogwarts’ two warriors win the championship. Is there a hidden secret behind this...]

[The Triwizard Tournament has become history, and Ilvermorny has become one of the top four...]

[Can the next Goblet of Fire be held as scheduled? Secretary of International Cooperation Barty Crouch is in disgrace! ]

[The Ministry of Magic offers a high reward, and Barty Crouch Jr. disappears without a trace! ]

[......]

Hermione blinked her eyes and quickly scanned these superficial and unclear reports. She sighed and was about to turn the next page when a lazy voice suddenly sounded in her ears:

"Any useful news ahead?"

She tilted her head slightly and pressed her cheek against his forehead, with the warmth of just waking up. She could see half of his face from the corner of her eye. Hermione didn't know when this man opened his eyes and read half a page with her. newspaper.

"The newspapers didn't say anything. They reported that Cedric and Harry won the Goblet of Fire. They paid more attention to the news about Crouch and his son. Reporters generally reported that Mr. Crouch was a hidden Death Eater and replaced the prison sentence with his wife. The son, Crouch Jr., was exposed in the third project. After rescuing his son, Mr. Crouch hurriedly escaped from Hogwarts, encountered dark creatures, and escaped with his life.”

"..."

Harry blinked a few times and turned his head to look at them.

Hermione continued: "They didn't say a word about Dumbledore's warning. I would say it was Fudge who forced them to remain silent."

"After all, they don't believe what Dumbledore said, or that Voldemort has returned, otherwise they wouldn't be able to be so calm..." Loren sipped the remaining half glass of orange juice.

Harry turned to look out the window. The train was already approaching the outskirts of the city. Scattered houses and abandoned pavilions by the railway appeared more frequently in his field of vision. Occasionally, there were a few people.

The rest of the journey passed very quickly. The sun slowly dimmed, and the dazzling white gradually turned into a bright golden yellow, transitioning to orange.

In the next carriage were George and Fred, and behind them were Cedric and Qiu Zhang. When the witch pushing the food trolley opened the door to sell, he saw the twins calculating the galleons they had saved this year. , Cedric and Qiu Zhang discussed whether they could travel together during the summer vacation.

After Harry finished drinking the pumpkin juice that had turned to normal temperature, he breathed out a sigh of relief and looked at his friends: "Have you ever thought about..."

"?" Loren and Hermione looked at him together, with the same curiosity in their eyes.

"What have you been thinking about?" Ron asked.

"I hope the train keeps going like this, all summer long, and never reaches King's Cross station."

"Then how do we go back?" Ron asked stupidly.

Harry thought about it seriously: "Before autumn comes, the train will make a circle somewhere and return to Hogwarts..."

Loren looked at him in disbelief: "Shocked, you actually want to skip the summer vacation and go back to school directly!"

"Are you still the Harry I know?" Ron also looked horrified.

Even Hermione couldn't help but smile.

"..."

Watching Harry slowly relax, Loren stretched and looked out the window.

The train passes through the wilderness, passes through large tracts of farms, and heads for the city without stopping. Just like time, when something unpleasant is waiting ahead, time will not slow down, nor will it jump to cross it. .

In just a blink of an eye, London arrived, and the Hogwarts Express quickly stopped at platform nine and three-quarters. The students began to get out of the car one after another. Other students struggled to move the heavy boxes, and Loren and the others could only be blocked in the aisle and inch closer to the door.

Fortunately, the suitcases in their hands were all empty, so it didn't take any effort. Harry, who was stuck in the aisle, was teasing Hedwig out of boredom. He glanced randomly and happened to see the twins who were laughing very meanly together in front of him. Harry After a moment of silence, he stepped forward and patted the two of them on the shoulders:

"George, Fred."

The two turned around and looked at him warily: "Is something wrong, Harry?"

"Have you saved enough money to open a shop...I mean, the Goblet of Fire prize is a thousand galleons, and Cedric and I split half of it. I won't be able to use so many galleons in the next few years. Rather than let them gather dust in Gringotts' underground vaults, I'd rather give them to you if you haven't saved up enough."

Seeing the two people frowning and wanting to refuse, Harry continued to persuade: "Listen, I need some laughter more than useless gold galleons. I think we may all need some laughter. I have a feeling that we Soon more laughter than usual will be needed."

Without waiting for the twins to say anything more, Harry took out the prize money he won in the competition from the storage scales, gave it to the two of them, and squeezed out of the crowded car door.

After getting off the bus, we walked through a chaotic and noisy station road. At the temporary parking spot outside the station door, parents picking up their children were standing there.

Chapter 516: Breaking the trace

The sun has set in the west, but the temperature has not dropped much.

In the summer at the end of June, time passes extremely slowly on the streets where cars come and go, and the long wait makes people feel hot inside.

The old man wearing a short-sleeved shirt with vertical stripes on a blue background looked tall and straight even when he was squatting on the ground. The folds on his clothes looked comfortable and smooth. His light brown sunglasses were of exquisite texture, and his gray hair made him look even more energetic.

Next to him, there was a middle-aged man with a fat head and big ears. He looked like he was fished out of the water. His gray vest and short khaki shirt were soaked and stuck to his flesh. His whole body was shiny from the sun. Bright and depressingly hot.

The fashionable old man was in sharp contrast with the middle-aged fat man next to him, so that Vernon Dursley frequently looked sideways, and couldn't help but suspect in his heart that this Bates was one of those weird guys, but looking at him With the decoration and the expensive car behind him, Vernon silently swallowed all doubts.

Bates held the yellowish sunhat in his hand and fanned the wind, his elbows slightly outward, so that the fat man next to him could also get a little coolness:

"Harry's uncle, I'll call you Vernon. You can't keep your body shape like this. My friend said that obesity can turn blood vessels into brittle glass and break when touched."

"I don't believe it!" Vernon said firmly, but his expression was obviously a little guilty, "Our family is already controlling our diet. I will lose weight very quickly, and so will my son!"

"Do you have a son?"

Speaking of his son, Vernon obviously became energetic and proudly introduced: "My son is not a wizard. He is studying at Smelting School. Although his grades are a little average, he has done very well in other things. During the semester, I also won the Southeastern Youth Heavyweight Interschool Boxing Competition and made many friends..."

"Really, it's really amazing..."

Bates dealt with his bragging and boasting perfunctorily, while carefully watching the people walking out of the station. When he saw the familiar figure, his eyes lit up, he put his hat on his head and stood up to walk away.

Walking up to Loren, Bates took his suitcase and hit him on the head, complaining a little bit: "I've told you several times, as a gentleman, you don't even take the initiative to carry a girl's luggage when you go out. box……"

"I've said it several times, the suitcase is empty, just for show." Loren looked helpless.

Bates's eyes widened when he heard this, and he stared at him fiercely: "You also said that you didn't even take an empty box?"

Loren said nothing and silently took Hermione's box.

It doesn't make sense to this guy, he is unreasonable.

Hermione followed behind with a smile, watching her grandfather and grandson stuff the box into the trunk. An angry person let the owl fly, intending to let it fly back on its own.

A certain Hanhan was very happy. He rubbed his master's cheek affectionately, spread his wings and flew into the sky, venting his grievances after being bored all the way in the train carriage.

Loren opened the car door and let Hermione sit in first. He looked up and saw Harry walking next to his uncle after saying goodbye to the Weasley family. He saw that his body was soaked with sweat, and his eyes behind the lenses fluctuated slightly. Vernon Dursley didn't care what he thought at all, he opened the car door and got into the driver's seat with his body swaying.

The two of them didn't say a word when they met, and they were even more indifferent than strangers.

Loren didn't want to interfere with Harry's relationship with his aunt and uncle, but he suddenly remembered about Trace. Harry is under 17 years old and is still under surveillance. The Ministry of Magic can lock his location at any time, and his spell casting in an emergency will also be detected.

It would have been nothing in the past summer vacations, but Voldemort has returned to his physical form, there are also lurking Death Eaters in the Ministry of Magic, and Sirius no longer lives near the Dursleys...

Loren pondered for a moment and called out to him: "Harry, come here."

"Is there a problem?"

"Hand out your right hand."

"What?" Harry's expression became even more confused, and he stretched out his hand out of trust in him.

A hand with clear joints and thin calluses on the fingertips. Loren's eyes fell on the third knuckle of the ring finger of that hand. From a more private perspective, there was a wisp of thin threads surrounding it. The threads were as light as smoke. Like mist, it closely follows the movement of the finger, but the owner of the finger feels nothing.

Noticing Loren's gaze, Harry shrank his hands slightly nervously: "Is there... any problem?"

"no problem……"

Loren recalled what happened three years ago. At that time, he and Hermione had just signed a contract with the Ministry of Magic. Traces appeared on the thin parchment and wrapped around their fingers. After consulting Dumbledore, he used the magic stone's power to The power breaks through the traces.

At that time, he was still a little unable to control such a huge power, and the majestic magic power was rushing through his body, making it a bit embarrassing. Three years later, he had a deeper understanding of magic power and his control was more refined. Whether it is the step-by-step magic spell practice in the usual classroom, or the wanton swaying in a duel, everything can be sent and received with care and control.

More importantly, the dream of the starry sky that night made the magic power in his body grow unprecedentedly.

Lowering his eyes, Loren put one hand on the car door, stretched out the other hand, and placed the tip of his index finger on the ring finger entangled with traces of silk. The mighty magic power poured out and poured into the fingertips inch by inch.

He said softly: "It's just a trace."

Before Harry had time to think about Zongsi's matter, he felt a slight heat rush into his ring finger. The invisible force made the air nearby make a slight muffled sound, and then something soft but tough seemed to collapse. There was an inexplicable feeling of relief in my heart.

He probably understood that it was the so-called trace silk.

Harry's eyes widened: "So... I can use magic freely during the summer vacation!?"

Hermione, who was sitting in the back seat of the car, had already noticed their actions. After hearing these words, she immediately stuck her head out and warned with strict logic: "As long as you do not violate the secrecy law and do not alert the Ministry of Magic, otherwise the Magic will The department will still notice you.”