The days at Hogwarts

The ice is thick and covered with snow, so the fish underneath may suffer from lack of oxygen. At this time, if you make a hole in the ice, the fish will gather here and there will definitely be a bite.

Loren felt that they should go a little further inside as it would be difficult to open an ice hole on the shore.

Using Transfiguration to rub some anti-slip teeth on the soles of his shoes, Loren walked in, one step deep and one step shallow. The thickness of the ice was definitely solid, so there was no need to worry about the ice cracking and him falling into the ice.

Loren began to choose a suitable fishing spot on the ice. He had a plan in mind. He usually chose a sunny place on the north bank and inferred the underwater situation by the color of the ice. The water was azure blue in deep water and bluish-brown in places with a lot of aquatic plants. There were generally more fish in such places.

After searching for more than half an hour, I finally chose a place.

"[Thunderbolt Piercing]"

For some reason, Loren always had an urge to cast a spell on the lake.

boom!

A disc-sized hole exploded on the surface of the lake, and lake water gushed out from below, dispersing the black color near the hole.

He looked at the hole and nodded with satisfaction. After digging a hole in the ice, oxygen would melt underwater and the fish would gather here when they noticed it. He would definitely have a good harvest today.

Take out some carrots, bread and chicken legs from the lunch box, tear them into pieces, knead them, and sprinkle them into the ice cave.

With oxygen attracted and food laid in the nest, as well as both meat and vegetables, Loren couldn't imagine how amazing the catch would be today.

Use the Flying Spell to summon stones by the lake to create a lounge chair, windshield, fishing rod, fish bucket... Once you are fully equipped, put the chicken leg on the fishhook and start the first cast easily.

Loren sighed, "Transfiguration is really a blessing for fishermen."

Lying on a lounge chair, covered with a warm fur blanket, Loren stared at the float on the ice cave, waiting for a good start for the day.

Near noon, the sun shines through the clouds, shining on people's skin, giving a slight warmth that is very comfortable.

Loren squinted his eyes and felt it carefully. It was warm sunshine and no wind, perfect weather for fishing.

The warm light shone on his body, and Loren felt lazy unconsciously. In such weather, it would be nice to sleep. The floating light in Loren's eyes gradually blurred.

"Loren! Loren!"

Ron's voice came from behind.

Loren suddenly woke up, and without paying attention to Ron behind him, he hurriedly picked up his fishing rod to check the situation, but the bait on the hook had disappeared.

It was heartbreaking. In short, it was very heartbreaking. I accidentally fell asleep and missed the first shot.

Behind them, Ron, leading a Hufflepuff boy, stumbled across the ice and came to Loren.

"Loren, what are you doing here?" Ron stared curiously at the fishing rod in front of Loren's seat.

"fishing."

As Loren spoke, he rehooked the fish. This time it would work. "What do you want from me?"

"Fishing?" The Hufflepuff boy next to him looked at the fishing rod curiously, and soon understood the working principle of the rod. He asked, "Why not use the pulling spell?"

The Pulling Spell can emit a retractable magic light rope at the tip of the spell, pulling distant objects to the location specified by the caster.

"You are still young and don't understand that not everything requires magic." Loren said in a leisurely tone. It is a good thing to have fish taking the bait. There will be no empty-handed today.

"What do you want from me?"

Ron took over the conversation. "This is Rolf Scamander from Hufflepuff. He wants to ask you about the frozen pears."

This is normal. In the past few days, several Hufflepuff students have come to ask how to do this.

Loren looked at the dark blond boy with naturally curly hair next to him and said, "Rolf, nice to meet you."

The few of them quickly started chatting. Rolf and Ron were also interested in fishing, so Loren produced two lounge chairs to entertain them.

In this way, the three of them lay on the ice and chatted while waiting for Loren's fish to take the bait.

Rolf Scamander knew a lot about magical animals. When he talked about the Black Lake, in addition to ordinary fish, there were also dark magical creatures such as Grindylow.

Having said this, Rolf suddenly stopped, as if he remembered something, and looked at Loren with a strange expression, as if he had something to say but was not sure what to say.

"I want to ask how long you have been fishing here?" Rolf asked tentatively.

"About the whole morning. I fell asleep just now, and I didn't pull up the fish when it was hooked. It's okay, there will be a fish soon." Loren was very confident. In such an environment and with such equipment, it would be impossible for him to come up empty-handed.

"Your bait may have been eaten by Grindylow." Rolf finally told Loren the sad news.

Grindylo is a kind of unintelligent, cruel black magic creature, which is tamed by the fishmen as a pet. This creature has a green body, green teeth, horns on its head, and most importantly, it has very long fingers.

The bait was probably removed by the Grindylow’s hands and eaten, and Loren would never catch a fish.

"No way." Loren's face turned pale when he heard this, and he quickly pulled up the fishhook to check, and sure enough, the bait on the hook was gone.

Loren closed his eyes in despair, unable to bear to watch any longer.

I didn't expect that even though I had the right time, right place and right people, the fish in the Black Lake were reluctant to catch them and I took the bait with my hands. How could I catch them?

"Haha, hahahaha!"

Ron tried to hold back at first, but the more he tried to hold back, the more he wanted to laugh, and he finally laughed unbridled, "You might as well play chess with me in the castle."

"What do you know? This is the fish's problem, not my problem."

"The local fish are too unruly. I made a nest and put bait, and they took the bait. Isn't this natural?"

"Fishing is a form of leisure. It doesn't matter whether you get anything or not."

Loren's eyes were confused and he was talking nonsense.

Then, "It's impossible for the Air Force to be defeated. Now that we're here..."

Loren's eyes began to wander around the Black Lake, determined to take something away.

"I can help you mix fish food, fish food that Grindylows hate but normal fish will eat."

Rolf's words calmed Loren's mind.

Loren stared at Rolf. Even in the bright sunlight, he could still see the little curls on the Hufflepuff's head glowing.

The atmosphere became harmonious again. Loren stopped fishing and planned to pack up his blanket and plates and go home.

Put the stone here as a mark of a good fishing spot, and wait until tomorrow to prepare the fish food and come back for fishing.

On the way back to the castle, they learned from the conversation that Rolf was the grandson of Newt Scamander, and Newt was the author of "Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them" on the first grade reading list.

The Scamander family has a long history of fish farming, and Rolf is very interested in this area, so he understands the characteristics of Grindylow and can help Loren prepare fish food.

[PS: Rolf Scamander was born in 1980. He was in the same class as Harry. This is not my second creation. Maybe because Rowling wrote the story of Fantastic Beasts later, this person was not mentioned in the original Harry Potter.

Also, the Pull-La spell sounds fake, but it’s not my creation; this spell really exists in official documentation.

Finally, why don’t you put this paragraph in the writer’s statement? Because I want to increase the word count. Hehehe. 】

Chapter 74 Human joys and sorrows are not the same

Loren and Rolf spent the afternoon together, discussing fish food and how to make frozen pears. Loren occasionally asked him about some magical creatures he had heard of, such as thunderbirds and bird snakes, and whatever came to his mind.

Rolf was a little indignant at first. His grandfather Newt brought his family back to Paris to revisit their hometown and just left him in Hogwarts. Now he feels that such a vacation seems not bad.

It's Sunday, 2 days until Christmas.

When Ron got up, he wanted to stay in bed for a while longer. He tossed and turned in the quilt, unable to speak clearly, and did not pester Loren to play chess.

Loren felt a little sorry for him as he missed the opportunity to take a nap.

After breakfast, Loren hurriedly pulled Rolf back to Black Lake.

It was another windless, bright sunny day. Loren nodded and said, "God has destined that you fish will be caught by me. Just accept your fate!"

boom!

Dig a hole, lay a nest, put the hook in, lie down. Loren did it all in one go, so fast that Rolf couldn't react.

"I mixed some herbs into ordinary fish food. Grindylow won't like the taste." Rolf imitated Loren and lay down in the chair.

"Don't worry, I'll share half of today's fish with you."

Hearing Loren's confident voice, Rolf also became excited.

"Loren!"

"Rolf!"

Ron's energetic voice came from behind, and he slid towards them with a few bags of Bibi Every Flavour Beans in his hands. It was not easy to escape from the bed.

"Do you have to get up so early just to go fishing?"

Ron said to Loren while panting, "If you want to eat fish, you can ask the elves in the kitchen to make it. I remember there is a dish called Looking Up at the Stars, which has a lot of fish."

Loren stared at the float, ignoring the malice in Ron's words, "You are still young, you don't understand."

"You've got nothing to do but fish, so let's play chess!" Ron held up the Bibi Multi-Flavor Beans in his hand and shook the package, causing the candied beans inside to rustle.

Loren finally looked up, and after a quick glance around, he realized there was no suitable place to sleep nearby, so he gave up the idea of ​​using a Stunning Spell on Ron. Ron didn't know that he had missed another chance to take a nap.

"You and Rolf go down." Loren waved his wand and conjured up a recliner, and a stone table with grid lines drawn on it appeared between Ron and Rolf.

Rolf, with his curly hair drooping, stared at the grid lines curiously. He wondered what kind of chess Bibi Every-Flavor Beans could play. Was this some new game of the little wizard?

A strange scene appeared on the Black Lake: a fisherman was guarding his fishing rod and a chess player was teaching a kid bad things.

Rolf helped Ron turn Bibi's every-flavor beans into chess pieces. The chess pieces made by the two of them were more orderly than those made by Ron alone.

He quickly understood the rules of Gobang and was happy to try it, but playing with Ron was not very interesting.

Rolf is just a novice, and Ron can always complete the layout quickly and win the game. Both the bully and the bullied have little gaming experience.

After a few games, Ron felt too embarrassed to continue bullying others, and Rolf was freed.

There was no way to play chess anymore, so Ron and Rolf lay on their chairs, cracking jelly beans and chess pieces, waiting for Loren to catch the fish.

Loren would occasionally lift the fishing rod to check if the bait was still there. The bait was always there, but no fish was taking the bait.

Once again the sound of a fishhook breaking through water was heard.

Ron understood, just put the hook down and lift it up to see, repeating it over and over again, "Loren, you can also make a hole for me and get a fishing rod."

Loren turned his nose up at Ron, his eyes full of disdain.

Hey, young man, this is your first time trying ice fishing. Do you think you can handle it?

"[Thunderbolt Piercing]"

"[Thunderbolt Piercing]"

In order to let Rolf just stand there and watch, Loren dug two holes in succession and gave Ron and Rolf a fishing rod each.

Three fishermen appeared on the ice.

The old fisherman taught the two new fishermen how to hang the bait, how to read the float and how to cast the hook.

After watching the two people's hooks go into the water, Loren explained to them with great excitement why they chose to dig the hole here, such as facing the wind, leeward, facing the sun, and the color of the ice surface...

Give them some psychological preparation, fishing is not an easy thing, so that the air force will feel better later.

Rolf nodded his head, not quite understanding. It turned out that there were so many things to pay attention to when studying fish. Many of the contents can be applied to magical creatures. When he went back to write a letter to his grandfather at night, some of the methods were very inspiring for studying magical creatures.

Ron saw his float move and the fishing line sway slightly. He felt a strange pull from the fishing rod in his hand.

"I, I have caught a fish." Ron lowered his voice for fear of scaring the fish away.

He felt that this feeling was very subtle, his heart beat faster and he felt a little excited. Ron seemed to understand a little bit about the joy of fishing that Loren talked about.

"Pull it up slowly and give the fish some tug." Loren calmly instructed Ron on the key points of retrieving the rod, his teeth almost breaking.

What's the big deal? It's just protection for novices. It exists in many fields. Once Ron gets into it, he will know what an air force is.

Loren's hands clenched the fishing rod tightly, and his fingers turned white.

Ron suppressed his excitement, carefully pulled the fishing rod, pulled the fish out of the hole, and threw it onto the ice next to him.

A fish as big as an adult's palm was thrashing on the ice with a hook in its mouth.

"It's okay, it's a common bream in British freshwater lakes." Loren stared at the fish, his voice calm and he gripped the fishing rod tighter in his hand.

"Haha! I caught a fish!" Ron ignored the cold water, held the fish in his hand and cheered loudly.

As a wizard, catching fish is a simple thing. He didn't know why he was so excited, but he was just very happy.

The second person to catch a carp was Rolf, a carp the size of a boot. Rolf squatted down and poked the hopping carp with his hands, and a subtle sense of accomplishment rose in his heart.

"Carp, it's a good size too." Loren smiled reluctantly. Rolf's family had some affinity for animals, and they had a natural talent for them, just like Harry's Quidditch.

The location of the fishing hole must be bad. Both of them were able to catch fish, which proved that there was no problem with their choice of location. It was just that their luck was not good. Loren walked to the side and opened a new fishing hole.