The days at Hogwarts

Loren, who was standing next to him, was drawing magic runes on the snuff box with his magic wand, immersed in his own world.

"Ha!" Malfoy had a very standard snuff box placed in front of the table. He looked at the people around him proudly, but no one paid any attention to him.

Professor McGonagall pursed her lips and looked around the classroom.

The little wizards below felt that their inner thoughts were seen through. The atmosphere in the classroom became solemn, and everyone felt that Professor McGonagall was going to get angry in the next moment.

"Now, let me repeat the main points of the snuff box transformation..."

Professor McGonagall didn't curse or criticize anyone.

This attitude made the students who failed to produce the snuff box feel guilty. They listened carefully to every word of Professor McGonagall. The noise in the classroom quieted down, leaving only the sound of Professor McGonagall's lecture.

After class, Professor McGonagall hurried out of the classroom. She was going back to her office to re-plan the teaching schedule.

In the corridor from the Transfiguration classroom to the auditorium.

"Professor McGonagall must be very sad." Hermione repeated this sentence dejectedly. She also felt sad for Professor McGonagall. How could so many people not review the content of Transfiguration?

"Don't worry, Professor McGonagall must have anticipated this situation. This is not her first time teaching first years."

Loren's words made Hermione feel better.

Gryffindor and Hufflepuff had their afternoon Herbology class together, heading from the castle to the greenhouse.

The snow and mud on the road were wet by the rain, and the dirty black and yellow mud stuck to the boots. The little wizards were not troubled by this, and their boots made "click" and "click" sounds in the mud.

Loren stepped down, and mud splashed up, staining the pants of Hermione and Harry next to him, and mud spots stained the black wizard robes.

"Ah——" Hermione screamed.

He immediately raised his head and looked straight ahead, pretending that this was just an accident.

Harry looked at Loren expressionlessly. If this guy hadn't done it on purpose, he would have eaten the boot.

Loren kept looking towards the greenhouse.

Harry stepped down, and mud splashed onto Loren and Ron.

"Ah! You must have done it on purpose!" Loren was the first to complain and accused Harry.

Harry nodded and admitted it straight away, "I am!"

As he spoke, he stepped down again, and mud and water splashed on Loren and Ron.

"Enough!" Ron suffered two AOE attacks, and he retaliated by stomping on the mud, attacking Harry while also involving Seamus.

Simo was a guy who loved to watch the fun, and his eyes lit up when he saw this kind of behavior, "Is this a new game?"

A scuffle broke out among the Gryffindor boys' team, with mud and water splashing everywhere with the sound of "clatter" and "clatter" of kicks.

Hermione couldn't stand it anymore, so she quickened her pace with her book in her arms and went to join the Hufflepuff team. The other girls from the Lion House also quickened their pace.

But soon the war spread to Hufflepuff, and the badgers also joined the melee.

"what!"

"Hahahaha!"

Girls screaming and boys laughing.

This scene did not last long, and soon the girls joined the fight and fought back fiercely.

"Ah - mud and water went into my nose - bah!" It was obvious that mud and water went into the little wizard's mouth while he was speaking.

Hermione returned to Loren under fire and splashed mud and water on him. This man was the culprit.

Everyone didn't calm down until they entered the greenhouse and the ground was free of mud and water.

Many young Hufflepuff wizards came over to greet Loren enthusiastically. The frozen pear allowed them to socialize, and the fact that everyone was covered in mud made the occasion even more lively.

Laughter echoed in the greenhouse.

Loren introduced Rolf to Hermione and Harry who were back home for the holidays, and as usual mentioned that Rolf's grandfather Newt Scamander was the author of "Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them".

Professor Sprout entered the greenhouse with a smile on his face, and then the smile froze on his face.

She was deeply suspicious, wondering if these students had just been dug out of the ground. Had she remembered it wrongly? Today's class schedule was not to loosen the soil for the herbs and move them to another place, but to loosen the soil for the students.

The little wizards had mud on their faces and bodies, and they looked at Professor Sprout with a smile.

The professor slowly walked to the bench in front of the greenhouse, calmed down, and started today's class. "Today we are going to loosen the soil for some hibernating herbs to wake them up..."

The course went on as normal, except that the practical session was a little different from before, as no one wore long-sleeved gloves.

This is easy to understand. The purpose of long-sleeved gloves is to prevent mud from sticking to the sleeves. Do they still need to worry about this now?

The different herbal lessons bring new experiences to the little wizards.

Loren noticed Rolf in front of him, who always patted his pockets when he was moving the herbs.

A green-headed, green-brained little creature, which looked like a mantis but also like a little man, and was the size of a palm, crawled out of Rolf's pocket and followed Rolf's hand to tend to the herbs.

Bowtruckle?

Loren looked at him curiously. No wonder Rolf always got an O (excellent) in herbal medicine class. This kid needs help from outside.

Just as Loren was distracted, a cold and wet touch passed across his face, startling him and making him shudder.

"Why don't you help me?" Hermione stared at Loren with her bright eyes, angrily. There were spots of mud on her hair and clothes, and she wiped the mud off her face with a handkerchief.

"Yes, Your Highness!" Loren obediently joined in the work of loosening the soil and transplanting.

Hermione was so angry that she laughed, thinking about finding a reason to smear a few more mud marks on his face later.

……

"That's all for today's Herbology class!" Professor Sprout asked the little wizards to put their tools away.

The young wizard walked towards the door, intending to go back to the castle to wash up.

"In addition!" Professor Sprout looked at the group of mud monkeys and waved his wand, "【Whirlwind Sweep Clean】"

A strong wind blew up, blowing away the mud prints on the little wizards' bodies and flying out of the greenhouse.

"Pay attention to your appearance next time! You are not allowed to be so dirty even in Herbology class."

"Long live Professor Sprout!"

The young wizards cheered and poured out of the greenhouse.

As for how many people continued to step into the mud on their way back to the city, and how many people were innocently caught, perhaps it can be distinguished from the laughter and screams.

An unknown little witch was secretly feeling sorry for not being able to draw a few more mud marks on someone's face.

Chapter 88 Hermione's Little Thoughts

on Tuesday.

Herbology classes are held three times a week, and the first-year wizards are still very interested in yesterday's game.

The Christmas holiday lasted for nearly a month, and they were so bored that they had to follow the rules set by their parents. To be honest, sometimes there were more rules at home than at school.

When you go home for the first day, you are your parents' little baby. They cook your favorite food for you, hold your hand and talk to you softly. Tenderness is hidden in the smiling faces of your parents.

When you have been at home for a month, your parents will start to miss the days when you lived in the school dormitory, and they will want to cook one less meal and wash one less set of dishes. At this time, any action you take will be an unforgivable crime, and they will be annoyed when they see you.

The little wizards tried their best to be good kids in their parents' eyes at home, but they finally let go at school. The mud fight on the first day gave them a good start to their long-awaited campus life.

As for Professor Sprout's advice, "Pay attention to your appearance and don't get dirty in the Herbology class", it had long been forgotten.

Loren was sitting on a soft chair in the Gryffindor common room, pondering the rune symbols, burying his head and circling his fingers to simulate the process of drawing.

Seamus came down the stairs in a hurry, his footsteps making a clattering sound on the floor.

"Come on, the Gryffindor vs. Hufflepuff 'mud fight' is about to begin!" Seamus patted Loren's shoulder eagerly, and without giving him a chance to reply, he hurried out.

Who came up with the name Mud Crossfire, which sounds so ridiculous? Before Loren could ask, Seamus ran away.

He raised his head and looked around. There were no first-year wizards in the common room. Harry and Ron were not there, not even Hermione.

"They're not really going to participate in this mud fight, are they?" Loren said to himself. Harry and Ron were possible, but why would Hermione participate in such a game?

A smile gradually spread across his face. How could I be left out of such a thing?

Loren ran out of the castle and caught up with the large group of people fighting along the path to the greenhouse.

Although Seamus was talking about the school battle, only some of the lively little wizards were participating. From a distance, Dean and Seamus were seen active in the crowd, stomping their feet hard, splashing mud and water to attack the people around them.

The scene was even more intense than yesterday. All the fighters were covered in mud like mud men. He could recognize Seamus and Dean because of their different skin colors.

Looking at the fighting group of clay figures, Loren hesitated. Hermione would never get involved in such a thing.

"It's just a game, there's no need to sacrifice so much." He convinced himself not to participate in this battle.

The journey was almost halfway through, and Loren didn't want to return to the castle now, so he carefully bypassed the battle zone and entered the greenhouse ahead of time.

In a corner of the garden, a spherical roof covers the ground like a lid, dividing the greenhouse.

There are three greenhouses, numbered from outside to inside. The first-year herbology class is only in greenhouse No. 1. In George's words, there are some herbs that are not so dangerous, so that the little wizards will not use their fingers and flesh as fertilizer when taking care of the herbs. It's different in the second year.

The doors of greenhouses 2 and 3 were locked tightly with heavy iron locks. The occasional flash of magic light on them proved that the unlocking spell was ineffective and the key was only in the hands of Professor Sprout. This vaguely confirmed what George said.

Walking through the door frame and into the greenhouse, a wave of hot air hit Loren in the face.

There was still nearly an hour before the class started, and three or four young wizards were already sitting on the small benches in the greenhouse. Rolf, wearing the magic robes of Hufflepuff, was concentrating on a garden, looking at the daffodils blooming in winter, with his wide sleeves and hem covering a part of the garden.

Loren walked over and greeted, "Good morning, Rolf."

"Hello!" Rolf raised his head and stood in front of Loren and Putai.

Loren leaned his head to the side, wanting to take a closer look at the flower, "Do you know what flower this is?"

Rolf moved his feet to block it, just to prevent Loren from seeing it. "Narcissus, a variant of daffodil."

Two people were blocking and pulling at each other, one wanted to see, and the other refused to let them see.

"It's just a daffodil, what's there to be afraid of?" Loren held Rolf's arm and pulled him to the side.

"It's just a daffodil, what's so good about it?" Rolf grabbed Loren and tried to pull him aside.

When the two were secretly exerting their strength, Loren suddenly loosened his hands, showing an embarrassed expression, and looked behind Rolf with wide eyes, "Professor!"

"Oh no!" Rolf's neck stiffened and he turned back stiffly. He was about to explain with a sad expression, but he found that there was no one behind him.

Loren took this opportunity to quickly rush to the front of the garden to see what was so good about this daffodil.

The daffodils with pure white petals and yellow stamens are pretty, but nothing special.

What’s interesting is that on the green stems and leaves, there is a little green man rummaging among the leaves, and from time to time he takes out a flower beetle and puts it in his mouth, and juice pops out.

"Bowtruckle?" Loren watched the little guy eating insects with great interest, and he enjoyed it very much.

"Are you satisfied now?" Rolf came over, with a hint of annoyance in his tone.

Loren stretched out his hand and hooked Rolf's shoulder, saying soothingly, "Why are you hiding something about the Bowtruckle? It's not a dangerous creature."

Rolf twisted his shoulders and struggled a few times, but failed to break free. Finally, he gave up. "Yes, if you read the admission letter carefully, you will know that Bowtruckle is not a pet for freshmen."

The Hogwarts acceptance letter states that new students can only bring owls, cats or toads as pets, and Bowtruckles are strictly not allowed.

"It's against school rules, so just don't get caught."

Loren was experienced. He then looked at the little man on the stem of the daffodil. It had long arms and legs, and it looked like it was made of grass stems and leaves. "Does the Bowtruckle eat insects?"

"I can eat other things, but my favorite is bugs." Rolf had no way to deal with such a scoundrel.

Loren held a blade of grass to tease the Bowtruckle. The green little man bared his teeth at him. Seeing how naive and fierce he was, Loren teased him even more vigorously: "Why do you have to feed it here?"

Rolf pulled away the grass leaves that Loren had used to tease the Bowtruckle, "Daffodil has had some bugs in the greenhouse, so it's a good opportunity for Little Button to treat it."

"Its name is Patton?" Loren caught a few insects and fed them to the Bowtruckle. The little guy rubbed Loren's hand without any grudge, as if he knew that this guy was a friend of his master and was not afraid of strangers at all.

"He always likes to pick at buttons, so my grandfather named him Patton," Rolf replied.

The two of them watched the Bowtruckles eat. Before they knew it, time had passed and more and more people were in the greenhouse.

"I'm back, Barton." Rolf stretched out his hand, and the Bowtruckle crawled along his hand all the way into the pocket of his magic robe.

Loren also returned to the Gryffindor team. All the people who were playing mud fight came in. Hermione had not come yet. He looked towards the door with some worry.

"Have you seen Hermione?" Loren asked Harry and Ron beside him.

The two did not participate in the mud fight, but were accidentally affected when passing by. Harry was cleaning his robes with a half-baked [Clean Up].

He was not very proficient in the spell yet, and could only clean a palm-sized area each time, but after repeating it several times he was almost done.