The days at Hogwarts

One hundred plump, fragrant roast chickens were placed on the dining table, roast meat and potatoes were piled up into small hills, fried sausages, and various gravies and sauces gave off tempting aromas.

The smell could be smelled throughout the main building of the castle. Before they even entered the auditorium, Loren and his companions couldn't stop drooling.

On both sides of the dining table, there were piles of wizard firecrackers in the shape of red candles.

Fred held up a firecracker and pulled out the fuse.

boom!

There was a mortar-like sound, and the people around felt a little tinnitus.

A blue smoke enveloped Fred. When the smoke dispersed, Fred was seen wearing a rear admiral's hat with several lively white mice on his body. The white mice quickly scattered from his body and disappeared in a moment.

Loren opened his mouth and shook his chin, dilating his eardrum to relieve the feeling of his ears being shaken. He smiled unconsciously. The wizard's stuff is really powerful.

He has an interesting idea hehehe.

Ron and Percy saw the mouse and stepped aside, recalling some not-so-nice memories.

During the banquet, explosions were heard from time to time and blue smoke was everywhere.

The yellow flame light, blue smoke, and colorful glowing ribbons were reflected in everyone's eyes, sparkling and illuminating the auditorium like a dreamy fairyland.

At the guest of honor table.

Dumbledore, wearing a women's hat decorated with flowers, tilted his head to listen to Professor Flitwick's jokes, and laughed happily.

Hagrid sat next to Professor McGonagall, drinking and chatting with Professor McGonagall, and the two looked very happy. Hagrid drank more and more, his face became redder and redder, and finally he kissed Professor McGonagall on the cheek, and Professor McGonagall giggled and blushed.

Fred also saw this scene, "Oh, I would say Hagrid and Professor McGonagall are not a good match."

George winked at him, "Professor McGonagall will regret this when she sobers up."

The people around laughed happily when they heard it.

"Ouch!" Percy cried out in pain, covering his teeth. He ate the Christmas pudding too fast and bit the gift hidden in the pudding.

Percy spat something on the plate, and the silver coin fell on the plate with a crisp sound. It was a silver Sickle.

Loren stared at the silver coins on the plate and fell into deep thought. He held his chin and guessed, "Do you think there will be Galleons in the pudding?"

Hearing this, Ron looked at the pudding with his eyes shining, stood up, reached out to take several plates of bright red pudding, and sucked them into his stomach like drinking water. He wanted to pack the pudding on the table.

By the time he left the table, Ron hadn't eaten a single gold Galleon, not even a copper Knut, and his stomach was bloated.

Ron groaned as he walked, holding onto his stomach.

The twins walked behind Ron, their shoulders shaking with laughter.

"You're like a pregnant mother."

Everyone else on the road was holding a bunch of gifts that had exploded from colorful firecrackers. Loren had a bag of colorful firecrackers in his pocket, and he shook his head and said, "These people don't know what they are."

In the afternoon, the Weasley brothers took Loren to play snowballs.

Snowballs flew all over the playground. Unlike the previous fights, this time they split into two groups. The twins chased Loren, Ron, and Percy.

The twins cooperated well and beat the others so badly that they couldn't even raise their heads.

"Fight back! Don't just hide! Hahahaha..."

"It's impossible that three people can't beat two, no way, no way."

The twins' arrogant voices flew all over the field along with the snowballs.

Loren hid behind a snowdrift. A snowball hit him and broke into pieces, splashing cool snowflakes onto his face.

I can't bear it anymore! The colorful firecrackers in my pocket are just for this moment.

"Give you a little shock."

He pulled out a firecracker, ripped out the fuse and threw it at George.

boom!

Blue smoke spread across the playground.

Firecrackers don't have much power, but they make a loud noise.

George's face was dull, he was a little dumbfounded, and his head was buzzing.

Fred looked at him and opened his mouth in surprise, "Oh no, the enemy's firepower is very strong."

Loren threw another bomb at Fred, scaring him so much that he ran away.

The situation was reversed, but not in a way anyone had expected.

Loren was so excited that he chased everyone like a villain. He didn't care who his teammates were and would bomb anyone he saw.

"Percy, hey hey hey!"

boom!

"Ron, hey hey hey!"

boom!

Ron and his friends hid behind a snowdrift. Ron shrank his head and muttered, "To be honest, he's pretty scary like this."

The twins nodded in agreement, looked at each other, and reached a consensus, their faces suddenly becoming serious.

"Soldier George, you hold the enemy back while I go back to the castle to get ammunition."

"Yes, Sir Fred."

As Fred and George were talking, they suddenly kicked Ron and Percy out of the snow pile one by one.

"Hehehe!" This is the laughter of the twins.

boom!

Ron and Percy were blown away by Loren.

When the twins came back, the field turned into a firecracker melee. As if infected by Loren, they also started laughing "hehehe".

Ron and Percy took the opportunity to return to the castle to replenish their ammunition.

A few people played crazy for the whole afternoon, their ears were buzzing and their minds were full of the devilish "hehehe".

It was not until his clothes were wet and he could no longer bear the cold that he returned breathlessly to the fire in the common room.

The fiery warmth gradually enveloped everyone. Several people sat in front of the fire, listening to the sound of the firewood burning, staring at each other, and suddenly started laughing.

"Hey hey hey!"

"Hey hey hey!"

"Hey hey hey!"

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Chapter 78: Departure to confirm the prophecy

Chapter 78 Departure to confirm the prophecy 4k

The next morning, the snow had not melted yet, and white clouds covered the entire sky, which was neither dark nor bright.

Loren's pear jelly has melted again, the fourth time.

The black skin was covered with a layer of white frost, and the pears were as hard as iron balls. After being thawed in a basin of water, the pears became soft and the skin was like a layer of wet parchment.

Loren took Li out of the dormitory.

In the common room, the twins confronted Percy across a bench.

"Percy, I order you as a prefect not to chase him anymore." George said confidently, pointing to the prefect badge on his chest.

"That's right, if you keep chasing us we'll deduct points from you!"

Fred, who was standing next to him, crossed his arms over his chest, his chin pointed at Percy, with an arrogant look on his face.

Last night, the twin brothers took Percy's prefect badge while he was tired and off his guard. They couldn't wait to show it off in front of Percy early in the morning, which was a great trick.

"Give me back the badge!"

Percy's eyebrows shot up, and he glared at George angrily, leaping across the bench toward the two guys.

"Points deducted! Points deducted!"

The twins yelled and ran around, both sides running around in Gryffindor Tower.

Loren left some pears in the lounge for them to eat after they got tired of playing tag.

He only brought three to the auditorium. He planned to have some breakfast to fill his stomach and then try the taste of the pears this time.

Christmas has passed, and the Christmas decorations throughout the castle have been gradually removed. The ribbons in the corridors are much less and no longer glowing, and the Christmas tree in the hall is still there, but the candles on it have been removed.

The end of the Christmas banquet marked the official start of the holiday. More students stayed in bed and the hall became sparsely populated.

Only a few people eat breakfast on time. Most people choose to sleep a little longer, have a casual breakfast, or go to the kitchen to get food by themselves, and use the extra time to enjoy the holiday.

Hufflepuffs have the most convenient access to the kitchen, but Hufflepuffs have the most people eating breakfast at the long table of the four houses. Badgers will never miss breakfast, and they enjoy every moment of their lives.

Loren patiently placed the pears on the plate and first filled his stomach with pumpkin porridge and jam bread.

The slightly hot pumpkin porridge warmed up his whole body. After eating the bread, Loren felt his stomach was much more at ease.

After scooping the last mouthful of porridge from the bottom of the bowl into his stomach, Loren exhaled a breath of hot air from his throat in comfort. He then began to enjoy the fruits of his labor. He plucked off the pear stem, carefully tore open the peel, put his mouth close to it and sucked the juice of the frozen pear, swallowing it together with the flesh. It was sweet.

Loren exhaled cold air this time, savoring the sweetness just now, smacking his lips in satisfaction. Eating like this is really unhealthy, but it is also really refreshing.

Dumbledore had sat down next to him at some point, and watching Loren enjoying the delicious food, he felt that the Sorting Hat was right and Loren was indeed suitable for Hufflepuff.

“It might be a little embarrassing to say.”

Dumbledore's gentle voice sounded, and Loren looked up, only then did he notice that there was someone else beside him.

Meeting Loren's gaze, Dumbledore said embarrassedly, but there was no embarrassment on his face: "You know, sweet food is always popular." After saying that, he blinked and looked at Loren expectantly.

"Here, here, here." Loren pushed the pear in front of Dumbledore with a look of disgust. He couldn't stand this man, whose beard was almost big enough to use as a broom, yet he was still pretending to be young and acting like a child.

Dumbledore walked away happily, carrying two frozen pears. Before leaving, he said, "Pack your things and come to my office later. We are going to the Black Forest to fulfill the prophecy."

It seemed that the pear was the focus of this conversation, and the prophecy was just a trivial incidental matter.

Yes, Dumbledore knows his priorities.

On the way back to the dormitory, Loren began to review his memories of Professor Trelawney's prophecy.

Predicting the death of Harry's family, predicting the death of Dumbledore...

Hiss, Loren took a deep breath. This prophet killed everyone he checked. It was like the God of Hell calling out names.

After a while of nervousness, Loren returned to the lounge and remembered that he was with Dumbledore. What was there to worry about? This was Dumbledore.

Dumbledore and I, we are both very strong.

I returned to the dormitory, packed my things, said a simple goodbye to Ron, and left.

Watching Loren walk out of the lounge, Ron sighed, placed a black piece, picked up a white piece and put it in his mouth: "Busy, everyone is busy, it's better to be busy."

Slurp, take a sip of the juice from the frozen pear, feeling as lonely as an empty-nest elderly person.

When Loren arrived at the headmaster's office, Dumbledore was wiping the juice from his beard with a handkerchief, and there were leftover fruit cores and peels on the plate on the table.

Fox was sitting at the table with his butt raised, his tail feathers erect, and his beak was pecking at the frozen pear on another plate.

Seeing Loren come in, Dumbledore put down his handkerchief and said with a smile: "This is really the sweetest pear I have ever tasted."

Fox also responded with a "squeak".

If the prophecy hadn't been about him, Loren could sit here and chat with Dumbledore all day about how to make frozen pears.

But not now, he was anxious, "When are we going to leave?"

"To be honest, it's not easy for someone like me to enter other countries, especially during Christmas when many people in the Ministry of Magic are on holiday." Dumbledore lowered his head, rummaging through something in the drawer.

"But fortunately, I know some friends who can give us a little help."

There was a clattering and thudding noise coming from the drawer, and it sounded like things in the whole room were colliding, the cabinet hitting the table, and the table hitting the chair.

"Ha, found it."

Dumbledore bent down and put his whole hand in, half of his body sinking into the drawer, and finally took out a small silver comb that looked like he used it to comb his beard.

Thinking about how the drawer was about to fit the entire Dumbledore in, Loren was extremely sure that magic such as the Traceless Extension Charm must have been used in it, and the space inside might be even larger than Hogwarts Castle.