The days at Hogwarts

It's different with Seamus. Whenever he plays a card, it will explode. His hands have been paralyzed by the explosion, but he still plays the card with trembling hands.

"Congratulations to Seamus, as the winner, he can stay at the table and play the next game!" Lee Jordan was very excited.

"No, I don't want to play!" Seamus struggled to escape.

The twins held Seamus' shoulders tightly, one on each side, and said:

"You want to run away after you win?"

“There is no such rule!”

"Hahahaha!" The little wizards watching laughed happily.

Loren watched for a while and decided not to join in. He thought that even if Seamus's hands were blown into pig's trotters today, he would not be able to get out of this.

Too tragic!

Chapter 70 Before leaving

Loren didn't know when the party ended last night, but he could still hear the crackling explosions outside when he fell asleep.

In the morning, in an ordinary Gryffindor dormitory.

"Woo..."

Seamus's whimpering attracted the others who had already woken up and were still lying in bed.

"What's wrong? What's wrong?" Ron was very excited. He hadn't been able to calm down since the start of the holiday.

The others also leaned over and looked at Seamus curiously.

"My hands are like pig's trotters!" Simo was still sobbing and stretched his hands out of the quilt.

The flesh on the right hand is inflated like a balloon, the palm is red and swollen, and it keeps shaking, which looks very funny.

"I can't use any strength at all. I can't close or open it." Seamus moved his fingers slightly, the amplitude was almost imperceptible.

"Hahahaha!" Ron didn't care at all and was the first to laugh out loud.

This is not a big problem for wizards. I can just go to Madam Pomfrey and have it dealt with briefly later.

"You're still laughing, but I can't even wear my clothes." Simo sounded very aggrieved.

After being teased by him, Loren and the others woke up completely with laughter. They dressed themselves up slowly, looking at Seamus' funny appearance, and helped him put on his clothes while holding back their laughter.

After struggling for a long time, he still couldn't put the coat on, so he could only put it on Simo's shoulders.

Loren looked at the red and swollen pig's trotter and couldn't help but poke it a few times.

"Pain Pain!"

Simo immediately retracted his hand and used half of his body to block Loren.

Ron found it interesting and poked him from the other side. Seamus quickly changed direction to block Ron, and was poked by Loren again.

After repeating this several times, Simo gave up. He lay dejectedly on the bed, no longer struggling, tears in the corners of his eyes, and said in a very aggrieved tone: "Whatever you want, I'm tired."

"How long did you play last night?" Loren asked.

Speaking of this, Seamus suppressed his dejection and became proud, "I, Seamus Finnigan, am invincible in Gryffindor!"

Harry pointed the finger at him, "Someone came crying last night and said he didn't want to play anymore. I won't tell you who it was."

Ron laughed again; he was there too.

Several people helped Seamus to the Great Hall for breakfast, and they laughed all the way. Occasionally they met other Gryffindor students, and everyone laughed wildly when they saw Seamus's hand.

Simo's face turned red, and he kept saying something like the winner is the king, and you guys are jealous.

More laughter...

At the Gryffindor table.

Seamus put his elbows on the table, clenched his right fist and barely held the fork. He tremblingly picked up a piece of jam bread and put it into his mouth, but when it was still two fists away from his mouth, he couldn't lift it up.

The bread kept dangling in front of him, but he couldn't put it into his mouth.

The twin brothers were sitting next to them. They were the ones who had been playing exploding cards with Seamus last night.

"Are you going to shake out the jam?"

"Here's some bread without jam, would you like it?"

The Weasley twins teased Seamus one by one.

"Hahahahahaha!" Loren and others were watching from the side.

"Humph!"

Seamus steeled himself, hunched his back and stretched his neck forward, raised his chin and swallowed the bread in one gulp, "How can this be difficult for me, Seamus?"

Another burst of cheerful laughter.

After breakfast, they accompanied Seamus to the school infirmary to be scolded by Madam Pomfrey. It was almost noon when they returned.

In the common room, Hermione sat next to a large suitcase, reading a book to kill time.

As soon as Seamus saw the big black box, he screamed, "Oh no! I haven't packed my luggage yet and the train is about to leave!"

Students who want to go home usually pack their luggage in the morning. The Hogwarts Express leaves at around 11 o'clock, so they have plenty of time.

It’s just that Simo played cards all night last night and spent the whole morning in the school infirmary, so he didn’t clean up anything.

Seamus rushed into the bedroom and got busy. At least his hands were fine, and he packed up neatly.

Harry didn't have to pack anything, Sirius would pick him up directly at the school gate without any rush.

People were coming in and out of the lounge. Ron dragged Harry to the auditorium to play wizard chess. No one would play wizard chess with him for the next month.

"Any plans for the holiday?"

Lauren sat down next to Hermione. He could smell the Muggle shampoo in the little witch's hair.

"Not sure yet, maybe I'll go skiing with mom and dad."

Hermione felt a little depressed. She would be able to see her parents soon, and she didn't know where this depression came from.

Unable to come up with an answer, Hermione put it down to leaving Hogwarts, and she might be a little reluctant.

Hermione couldn't concentrate on reading, so she simply closed the book and said, "Remember to write to me!"

The girl got angry when she talked about this. Before school started, they went shopping together in Diagon Alley and agreed to write letters to exchange magic. However, until before school started, not only did they not write any letters, they didn't even see any owl feathers.

After returning home from Diagon Alley, Hermione swore to brag to her parents that she and her classmates would communicate by owl letters, just like when she received the acceptance letter.

For more than a month, every morning when Hermione woke up, she would check outside the window to see if there was an owl delivering mail. From time to time, she would ask her mother if she had seen the owl. Thinking of her silly look at the time, she thought her mother must have been laughing at her behind her back.

On the train, this person actually lied to me and said that owls needed training to deliver letters. It was so despicable. What was even more despicable was that I was fooled by him.

The more she thought about it, the angrier she became. Hermione reached out and hit Loren.

Loren didn't know that the little witch's anger had spanned from a few months ago to now. He turned his head in confusion and said, "Just write a letter, why are you hitting me?"

"If you dare lie to me again, you'll be dead." Hermione said hatefully. The little girl's voice was crisp and had no deterrent effect at all.

"You might as well take Hanhan back and write to me. I will definitely not forget to write back to you." Loren said lazily. He even forgot to write to Grandpa Bates. He really didn't dare to make any promises.

"That's it."

A melodious bell rang outside the window, and the train was about to depart.

Hermione stood up, wrapped her scarf around her neck, put on her gloves and prepared to leave. Loren pulled Hermione's suitcase and planned to take her to the castle gate.

The corridor was hung with ribbons of various colors, extending all the way to the hall. The walls were covered with small white flowers of unknown origin, and inside stood the twelve Christmas trees that Hagrid had brought in, with small sparkling icicles hanging on the trees, and magic candles floating among the branches and leaves, casting dots of light from the scattered gaps.

Professor Flitwick was hanging star ornaments from a tree using a levitation charm.

At the long table, Harry was playing chess with Ron and was defeated. He didn't want to suffer this torture and wanted to escape, but seeing Ron's joyful look, he had no choice but to continue to be tortured.

Loren and Hermione walked over and just saw Ron's queen hitting Harry's knight with a chair, and the knight kept wailing.

It was too tragic. Hermione couldn't bear to watch it any longer. She told Ron, "You must pay attention to Fluffy's condition. If you have any problems, go to the professor immediately."

"Don't worry, leave the important task of protecting the Philosopher's Stone to me!"

Ron stared at the chessboard without looking up, "Check."

This didn't seem very reliable. Hermione shook her head and pulled Loren towards the door.

Hermione placed another hope on Lauren, "I know you think Professor Snape is a good person, but no matter who he is, you have to keep an eye on the Philosopher's Stone."

"I see." Loren sighed. You really think too much. Harry is not in the castle, Dumbledore's teaching cannot proceed, and Voldemort has no chance to see the Philosopher's Stone because of the chaos.

"Enjoy your Christmas holiday with peace of mind."

As they made their way to the door, Hermione's low mood rose again.

The wind blew in light snow from outside the door, and Hermione looked up at Loren.

Chapter 71 Winter is for Spring

The wind and snow, carrying cold air, were trying to squeeze into the castle, but the warm current in the castle squeezed the cold air out. The silver-white snow and the gray-black stone wall gate met here.

Because it was a holiday, Loren was in a lazy state. He was dragging the suitcase, but he was leaning on it. His eyelids drooped, hiding his sapphire-like eyes.

Hermione looked at him, his eyes brighter and bluer than when they first met.

This was the first wizard friend I met. I met him in Diagon Alley, on the Hogwarts Express, at the Sorting Ceremony, and in Transfiguration class...

Loren is around in all the scenes, his pranks are annoying but always make people relax.

When he was around, the boring flying lessons became interesting. The corridors in the school seemed to become very short, and the road from the Room of Requirement back to the Gryffindor Common Room seemed to be endless.

The Christmas holiday lasted for more than a month. Just as she was reluctant to leave Hogwarts, Hermione suddenly felt that she was also reluctant to leave Loren.

"I'll take Hanhan away when we pass by the Owl Shed later." Hermione looked at the boy in front of her steadily.

"Got it! I'll write back." Loren dragged the box back and forth, and the wheels made a gurgling sound on the ground. It seemed like some interesting game.

Snowflakes fluttered down from the sky, painting the snow-covered earth with a touch of white. The carriages in the distance were blocked by trees, and only a faint red color could be seen. The steam from the boiler at the front of the train curled up to the clouds, giving the sky a touch of white.

Loren was not used to this kind of scene, the atmosphere was weird.

The girl looked up at Loren, her eyes sparkling and her eyelashes fluttering, as if she was mustering up the courage to do something, and opened her hands towards Loren.

But her courage only lasted so long. The shyness in her heart took over again. Hermione's cheeks quickly turned red and she no longer dared to look at Loren.

She controlled her hands and reached out to the suitcase, pretending that her previous action was just to take the suitcase.

Just then, Loren pulled the girl into his arms, patted her on the back, and said, "Merry Christmas!"

"Merry Christmas!"

Hermione's voice was muffled. She felt that Loren's body temperature was a little hot, and her heartbeat was accelerated. She told herself that this was a simple farewell hug, a simple farewell hug.

The girl quickly grabbed the suitcase handle and walked out without looking back.

Loren looked at Hermione's hurried footsteps, feeling a little puzzled. Wasn't there still some time before departure? Why was she in such a hurry?

Unable to figure it out, Loren put the problem behind him and planned to go to the kitchen to get another basket of pears to freeze.

Loren was walking on the way to the kitchen, looking at the corridor outside the Hufflepuff common room. The walls and ceiling here were hung with various decorations, and Loren also saw some pictures of the Muggle world.

Compared with students from other colleges, the Badgers have a stronger enthusiasm for decorating the Christmas corridor.

From a distance, I saw a little girl with twin ponytails, carrying a fruit basket in one hand, skipping out of the kitchen, humming a cheerful melody.

"Hello! Loren!" Hannah Abbott looked happy, and the ending tone of each word rose.

"Hello Hannah, are you staying at school for Christmas as well?"

"Yeah, I don't want to spend Christmas in a bar this year."

Hannah's mother always took her to the Leaky Cauldron for Christmas, where the owner Tom held a Christmas party every year. Although the food was delicious and she had always wanted to try butterbeer, she wanted to spend Christmas at Hogwarts this year.

Loren looked at the basket in her hand, which was filled with various fruits, the most numerous of which were pears.

Since yesterday, several Hufflepuff students have asked him how to make frozen pears. These people always have the most sincere and noble enthusiasm for life.

"Oh, I want to try other fruit jellies to see how they taste." Hannah noticed Loren's gaze and explained readily.

"Neville has the same idea, but he has gone home. Perhaps you can write to communicate."

No one knows what Loren is secretly thinking. This is Neville's future wife. Loren wants to see what kind of reaction Neville, the dull boy, will have if the two of them come into contact with each other in advance. Just thinking about it makes him look forward to it.