The days at Hogwarts

Noticing that she didn't look surprised at all, Harry narrowed his eyes and asked, "When did the traces on you two get removed?"

"cough……"

Hermione looked away guiltily, slowly moved back to her position inside, and answered in a voice softer than that of a fairy, "A little earlier than you."

Harry looked at Loren and asked, "How much earlier?"

"Have a nice summer vacation. We're eager to get back for dinner. Goodbye."

"..."

Harry watched the expensive car backing out of the parking space deftly, starting the engine and speeding away, leaving only the gradually dissipating exhaust gas. He was both happy that he could cast spells freely from now on, but also felt unhappy because of the behavior of his two harmful friends. , eyes complex, expression tangled.

Don't think that he can't tell that Zongsi's matter has been hidden from him for at least a year!

Chapter 517 Why doesn’t Hogwarts have a parent-teacher conference?

The most commonly planted plane trees in Hampstead Gardens on the outskirts of the city were plane trees. Loren initially thought they were French plane trees. Later, Hermione discovered that the plane trees were not plane trees and did not come from France. The ones planted in the garden were actually a cultivated hybrid. The tree species is a cross-breeding between the American tung tree native to Eurasia and the American tung tree native to North America.

Summer is the lush time, and the green leaves on the treetops are so tender that they drip with water.

Crookshanks opened the car window, looking at the green trees reflected in the cat's eyes, looking happy.

Compared to the castle of Hogwarts and the burrows outside the village, it is more adapted to such streets. With the blood of a cat, it can easily beat up stray cats nearby, and can run wild on the roads and bushes.

The car stopped in front of Granger's house. Bates let the two of them get out of the car early and parked the car in the garage. Loren and Hermione put away the box and knocked on the door empty-handed. Crookshanks followed wisely. , taking small steps, with an unobvious joy on Persimmon's face.

The door opened after just knocking, and Wendell's figure appeared in front of the two of them. His body shape and face were about the same as a year ago. If there were any changes, it was probably that there was less hair and the bald area was larger.

"You're back?" Wendell opened his arms to his daughter, "She's taller than when she left last year. Why is it during the Christmas vacation..."

"There is something going on at school during the Christmas vacation." Hermione gave a perfunctory hug, changed her shoes and hurried inside, "Is mom in the kitchen? I have a lot to say to her..."

"..."

Looking at his daughter's back, Wendel sighed melancholy, and then looked at Loren who was smiling next to him, and he felt even more melancholy.

"Long time no see, Mr. Granger..." Loren nodded slightly with a bright smile, "Have you gone fishing recently? How was your harvest?"

"..."

Monica counted the ingredients for the salad, squeezed the mayonnaise into a transparent glass bowl, and heard the sound of the door opening and closing, knowing that they were back. Before she could hear more sounds, her usually calm daughter hurried into the kitchen and stood behind her.

"I miss you so much, Mom..."

"I miss you too. Wait a moment. Dinner will be ready soon. Tonight..."

Before she could introduce tonight's dishes, a pair of hands had already wrapped around her waist, two slender white hands were folded on the apron in front of her, and a little head was pressed against her back, which was a bit tingling.

Monica was stunned for a moment, and then she couldn't help but smile: "Why are you still acting like a child?"

"I'm just a kid."

"Whose child falls in love?"

Hermione was shy for a few seconds, then rubbed her mother's soft and warm back. Her clothes hid the unique smell of cooking fumes from the kitchen, but she never got tired of it. She mumbled in a soft voice: "Falling is falling in love, I Always a mother’s child…”

"I have no problem, but your father was a little unhappy after seeing the letter. Think about how to persuade him."

"No need to convince him, just accept it once he gets used to it."

"..."

Someone is going to be sad.

Monica shook her head and smiled brighter.

The sumptuous dishes were soon placed on the table. The warm yellow light shone on the cheese mashed potatoes and the browned roasted steaks. The knives and forks knocked against the clean white porcelain plates, making crisp clinking sounds. The smell of mushroom soup wafted in the air, and the warm scent filled the air.

Crookshanks huddled at Wendell's feet. There were a few fresh fish in the food bowl, and he gnawed all over his face.

The ginger kitten ate to his heart's content, and Wendell also had a satisfied smile on his face. He put another piece of steak into the food bowl, and then raised his head and asked, "Hermione, this vacation is delayed by two weeks compared to previous years." , will the start of school be postponed? Loren, have you thought about where to go during the summer vacation?”

"The holiday is postponed because the four schools jointly held a competition. The start time is the same as in previous years. In addition... we may not be able to travel long distances." Loren swallowed the carrot sticks in his mouth and said helplessly, "We are going to go in August. Attending a professor's wedding, plus some changes in the magical world, we have other things to do..."

"The accident? Is it serious? I remember that an accident also happened in New York last year. You even asked us to leave the refuge and hide for almost a week..."

Bates looked at Loren, then turned to look at the increasingly solemn expressions of Wendell and Monica. He frowned and asked, "Loren, Hermione, do wizards like you often encounter misfortunes? Judging from what you have experienced, there seem to be many terrorists in the magical world, who carry out terrorist attacks all over the world every year..."

"It's not wrong to say they are terrorists..." Loren sighed, "A group of guys who called themselves Death Eaters were dispersed more than ten years ago. Recently, their leader has reappeared. Magic in the future will The world may not be stable..."

Bates frowned. Magic and wizards were areas he was completely unfamiliar with. Loren's words made him tangled. Wendell and Monica looked at each other, and the three of them had the same idea.

Let the children drop out of school and stay away from the turbulent and dangerous magical world. The family has the ability to send them to any normal middle school...

But soon, the entanglement between the three of them was broken by Loren: "But don't worry too much, they will be completely wiped out sooner or later, and our principal is the most powerful wizard today and can protect the students of Hogwarts. Hermione and I Min is also capable of protecting his own safety.”

"Really, that's good..."

Bates nodded lightly and said nothing more. The Grangers glanced at their daughter's face and suppressed the worries in their hearts.

The long-awaited dinner returned to a warm and pleasant atmosphere.

……

[Dear Headmaster Dumbledore:...]

The pen scratched the plain white letter paper, leaving fragrant ink marks.

In the silence of Hampstead Garden late at night, on the wooden table next to the window in the study, Bates held a precious fountain pen inlaid with gold wire. The glass window in front of him was open, and Hanhan, a spectacled owl, was preening his feathers standing on the edge of the window.

Bates pushed up the reading glasses on his face. The prescription was very low. Lycanthropy made his body function much better than the average old man. He only took it out to wear it because he was writing a letter today.

Glasses... The patterns on Hanhan's face really look like glasses...

"hiss……"

Another misspelled word, Bates crossed it out, flipped through the large dictionary, and started writing again.

It's really troublesome. Why don't there be parent-teacher conferences at Hogwarts?

Unexpectedly, the wizard would use such a primitive method to transmit messages. You must know that when he was a young soldier, he could make phone calls on the battlefield. Even if there were no telephone lines, the transmission efficiency of telegrams was faster than writing letters.

I don’t know how the owl finds the right place, what should I do if I encounter a cross-border letter, what should I do if I encounter a cross-ocean letter...

Chapter 518 Creditors come to visit

"[Shen Feng Wu Ying]"

"Professor Snape" opened and closed his lips slightly, and recited the spell quickly like a viper spitting out a letter. He swept the wand diagonally from the lower right to the upper left, and three invisible blades burst out one after another, with sharp but subtle piercing the air. With a buzzing sound, one shot went straight to Loren's chest, and the other two blocked his left and right escape routes.

"The speed is too fast, and the Apparition may be forced to separate..."

Loren's pupils shrank slightly, and crystal blue light quickly covered his eyes. The wand in his hand was reversed and pointed at himself. A soft but fast magic instantly enveloped his whole body. His whole body became light and airy, and neither of his legs moved at all. , like a ghost, flying upward out of thin air.

Three invisible blades fell on the floor of the abandoned classroom, leaving three smooth cracks.

Just before he could stand firm in the air, two golden curses struck him, wiping his hair on both sides and flying past. Only then did he hear "Professor Snape" chanting a curse as if taunting him. Voice: "[Golden Bell Hanging Upside Down]"

Less than three minutes into the duel practice, cold sweat broke out on Loren's back. He had no time to cast the familiar transformation spell and armor spell. "Professor Snape" hadn't just released the water for the purpose of practice. He might have been hung in mid-air. .

I thought that Professor Snape had devoted himself to studying potions for many years, and his actual combat level was weaker than Professor McGonagall and Professor Flitwick. Unexpectedly, powerful black magic combined with these trivial evil spells would be even more difficult to deal with.

"Professor Snape" kept on attacking. A series of locking tongue and throat-sealing curses did not give him any chance to breathe. There was an extremely short gap between the spells. The invisible blade was always ready, just waiting for Loren to reveal his flaw. moment.

The pores on Loren's body shrank slightly, and he was dealing with these disgusting little curses while analyzing the current situation.

This "Professor Snape" uses the spells he created with ease. The speed of casting and switching is even comparable to Professor Flitwick, and he also controls the rhythm of the duel very carefully...

He had to take the initiative, and Loren secretly made up his mind not to compete with him on the connection and application of the spell.

The wand was waved horizontally, and dense flames suddenly spewed out, suspended in mid-air and burning blazingly without the help of any firewood. A series of small evil curses were submerged into the flames, as if they were submerged into a bottomless abyss, without making any waves.

Even the follow-up Shen Feng Shadowless Curse only wiped out the sporadic flame waves, and the gaps that were opened were quickly refilled by the continuous flames.

"Li Huo? No, it's not Li Huo..."

"Professor Snape"'s face lit up with interest. He thought Loren was going to pull off his special show, Li Huo, but he didn't expect Loren to give him a new surprise. Although the flames in front of him were equally powerful and could burn everything they touched, they did not have the greed of spreading wildly, and the core was more stable.

Like...Dumbledore's Fire Shield.

"Professor Snape" narrowed his eyes slightly, guessing that he was inspired by the battle between Dumbledore and Voldemort that night. While he was filled with admiration in his heart, there was no lag in his hands. He poured out more frequent spells, even Rolling up the gravel on the ground and throwing it away.

The endlessly surging flames come without hesitation, whether they are black magic or small curses, they are all burned into nothingness, and the rubble is burned into ashes.

"puff!"

"puff!"

"..."

The offensive and defensive game lasted for nearly half an hour. "Professor Snape" finally noticed something was wrong, took back the wand that was constantly releasing spells, and asked doubtfully: "Are you planning to keep doing this?"

Loren put away the flame and sighed, then smiled helplessly: "It's not that I intend to consume it, but I can't control this fire as I wish."

The stream of light flashed by, and Flamel, who returned to his original appearance, raised his eyebrows and asked: "Oh, you were able to control the fierce fire before, why is it more difficult to control the gentler flame after adjustment?"

"The previous fierce fire could expand quickly on its own. Every place covered by the fire domain had enough flames for me to use. Now it has been stripped away to limit the spread and expansion of the flames, so it is more laborious to control."

"So that's it..." Flamel nodded thoughtfully, "Nico has encountered similar problems before. Alchemy must carefully control the temperature when smelting metals. Maybe you can refer to relevant research... …”

"It turns out that...compared to directly controlling the flame, controlling the infused magic power can guide the flame better..."

……

In the morning, the sky is getting brighter.

The sunlight passed through the narrow gap in the curtains, casting a slender golden beam. As the sun rose, the beam moved little by little to Loren's cheeks. A dazzling discomfort penetrated the eyelids, and the slender eyelashes began to blink gently, indicating that The sleeping boy is gradually waking up.

Immediately afterwards, a short and thin figure came to the window and quietly closed the curtains.

"Wheat, Twinkle?" Loren had already woken up, doubts flashing in his eyes that had not completely faded from sleep, "Why are you here?"

"I...she...we..." Mai, who was wearing white short-sleeved overalls, pinched the curtain in his hand and felt a little guilty for disturbing Mr. Morgan's sleep.

Another house elf in a small skirt stared at Loren with two big eyes like tennis balls, looking at Loren in the dim light, a teardrop rolling down her pointed nose.

"Mr. Crouch has passed away, and Loren Morgan left school during the vacation." Twinkle whispered sadly, "But Twinkle has reached an agreement with Loren Morgan. As long as Twinkle fulfills the agreement as required, Mr. Morgan agrees to let her I met Mr. Crouch again and helped Winky return to the Crouch family. But now, everything is impossible..."

Loren sat up from the bed, blinked a few times, and sighed secretly, forgetting that this happened... But he had no intention of letting Twinkle return to Crouch's house in the first place.

"Don't cry yet, Twinkle." Loren pinched his eyebrows tiredly, with a hint of probing, "Do you really want to go back to Crouch's house, or to the house of some other wizard, day and night? Do you want to do housework and serve them in return?”

Shining's lips trembled, her eyes filled with tears again, and Loren's heart suddenly jumped.

"Winky...Winky doesn't know." The house elf shook his body, and his ugly head kept swinging from side to side, so fast that Loren worried that the slender neck would break at any time, "Winky wants to stay in Hog Watts, but Winky misses Mr. Crouch and Master Barty, and Winky is worried about them..."

"Fortunately, it's not completely hopeless..." Loren took a breath and thought seriously for a moment before speaking in a deep voice, "Since you miss them, go back and take a look."

"Go back and take a look?"

written request for leave

I worked overtime on Friday and went home, so I asked for a day off...

Chapter 519 You can spit on his grave

A swift wave of magic passed through the gardens of Hampstead in the suburbs of London, passed through the wizarding village in Wiltshire, England, passed through the low woods near the lake to the west of the village, and finally stopped at a deserted castle that had been closed for a long time. in front of the door.

Crisp air bursts sounded in the open grassland, and the calm space suddenly expanded and bloomed. A passage like a hole suddenly appeared in the air. The twisted passage in the space suddenly expanded and contracted, and the figures of Loren, Wheat, and Shining suddenly appeared.

Following closely behind was Hermione who was still a little confused.

Hermione was still a little confused, and her thoughts were still immersed in the memory of ten minutes ago. After breakfast, she broke into someone's bedroom as usual, but was accidentally caught by a wizard and two house elves, and then was inexplicably caught. After being fed a second luxurious breakfast, we were taken to the castle.

"This...is Mr. Crouch's residence?"

Hermione blinked and whispered in Loren's ear, "Loren, why do you come all the way here?"

"In order for Twinkle to bid farewell to the past and welcome a new life." Loren himself probably found this argument unconvincing. He coughed and whispered, "Voldemort may have been hiding here for a while, and he came to find out if there is anything about the soul. Clues about the device..."

From the first grade to the present, he and Dumbledore have found five of the seven Horcruxes, including Ravenclaw's diadem, Tom Riddle's diary, Gaunt's ring, and Hufflepuff's golden cup. There is Harry, and Slytherin's locket has also been revealed.

But the Blood Cursed Python was an exception. Before Nagini was made into a living Horcrux, Dumbledore took him to find her in the Albanian forest, which created a vacancy.

Rather than reducing the number of Horcruxes by one, he was more inclined to think that Voldemort would make a new Horcrux, a Horcrux that he didn't know about...

Winky didn't hear the whispers between the two. Looking at the seal on the door and the notice from the Ministry of Magic, tears filled her eyes again. Her voice was high-pitched and sad: "Yes, this is Crouch's old house, Winky's mother." She has worked here all her life, and Shining’s mother’s mother was even buried with the honor of Mr. Crouch, whom she worked for... But when she arrived at Shining’s place, everything changed, and Shining was ashamed of them..."

Hermione had learned of her current attitude while eating breakfast, and she gently whispered: "Hogwarts is also a good place, isn't it? Maybe in the future your children will take you as a role model, even if they don't work at Hogwarts."