The days at Hogwarts

All eyes were on him.

But he searched for a long time and found nothing, like a funny troll.

"Enough! Hermione, tell me what's going on." Professor McGonagall became even more angry.

It was the first time that Hermione couldn't answer a teacher's question, and it was Professor McGonagall. She didn't dare look into Professor McGonagall's eyes, for fear of seeing her disappointment in her.

"Ahem." Loren said, "It's like this. We heard that there were dark wizards in the school at night, so we planned to check it out. But Mr. Crabbe followed us here."

"We thought he was the dark wizard who had taken control of Mr. Filch. Fortunately, we 'happened' to meet some seniors here and managed to hold out until you arrived."

Harry, Ron and Malfoy looked at Lauren in admiration. How could you come up with such a thorough lie in such a short time?

Hermione lowered her head and looked at her shoes, motionless like a statue.

The Crabbs froze where they were, not knowing what to say; their only evidence was gone.

"The box, the box just now!" Mr. Crabbe looked crazy, as if he had grabbed a life-saving straw.

"Oh, that box was originally in the astronomy tower. I think it must be the luggage of the seniors. They left it here when they went to visit the castle, and we just happened to pick it up." Loren made the winning shot easily.

"You don't think such a small box can hold a fire dragon?"

If there was a magic combination of [Leiliminance] and [Loud Voice] that could project the voices in the minds of several young wizards, there would be a unified cheer.

Malfoy thought that the Sorting Hat must have made a mistake. How could a person who played with people's hearts so elegantly with lies be sorted into Gryffindor? It must be Slytherin.

Loren is an orphan. He must be a child of a pure-blood family who was cast away from home.

Professor McGonagall felt that there was something wrong with what he said, but she could not find any evidence. Loren's story matched what happened tonight.

Mr. Crabbe wanted to torture the young wizard, and as a former Death Eater, this was something that could happen.

"After breakfast tomorrow, the six of you will come to my office to receive your punishment. Now, go back to bed." Professor McGonagall said this. She was very angry and needed some time.

Loren pulled Hermione, who had been hiding her head, around the bear and rushed back to the stairs. The other young wizards followed, and Malfoy and Crabbe followed.

After the young wizards left, Professor McGonagall looked at Mr. Crabbe and said calmly, "I will tell Dumbledore about this matter, and from now on, the board of directors must not interfere in the management of the school. Visits must be applied for in advance."

"Professor McGonagall! This needs to be discussed in a meeting." Mr. Crabbe said anxiously.

This time he had paid an urgent visit to Hogwarts after receiving Crabbe's letter and sensing a chance to deal with the boy who had brought shame upon the Dark Lord.

After hearing from his son about Harry Potter's unusual hospitalization, he realized that something was wrong and found evidence in the school infirmary.

I thought I could kick Harry Potter out of Hogwarts and gain some reputation among the pure-blood families, but I didn't expect this to be the result.

If the board of directors knew that he had caused trouble and that the limited power he had was taken back by these professors, the Crabbe family would have to make compensation in other businesses.

"I, Minerva McGonagall, am the Deputy Headmistress of Hogwarts and have the right to do this." Professor McGonagall said, looked at Filch, pursed her lips and said nothing, then turned and left.

On the way back to the common room, Vincent Crabbe had a gloomy face and didn't speak. Malfoy wanted to talk to Loren, but there were so many people around that he didn't have a chance.

In fact, Harry and the others wanted to speak, but considering the presence of other people, they chose to remain silent.

At the fork in the road, the two groups of people going to the Gryffindor common room and the Slytherin common room separated.

The atmosphere around Loren suddenly became relaxed.

"This is the most exciting night I have ever experienced in my life!" Ron was beaming with joy. He wanted to engrave this experience in his mind.

"You don't know, my legs went weak when the big bear came over."

"I want to punch him in the nose."

After experiencing such an exciting thing, Harry's mind was still not calm, and he and Ron discussed what had just happened.

Hermione was still a little uncomfortable with her deception of Professor McGonagall, so she walked with her head down. Suddenly, she felt a chill under her feet, and when she looked closely, she saw a head.

"Ah!" Hermione screamed in fear and grabbed Loren's sleeve tightly.

"Ha ha! Another scare from Sir Nicholas!" Headless Nick floated up from under the floor.

"Nick, thank you for helping us delay that Death Eater." Harry was full of gratitude. If it weren't for Nick delaying the time, they might not have the chance to find Loren.

"Not only did I delay time, I also hid a gift in the armor in front!" Nick laughed heartily.

Harry and Ron found a letter in the boots of the armor. It was the reply letter from Charlie that was left in the book.

"Great! No wonder he couldn't produce any evidence." Ron held the letter and kissed it. It was this letter that caused all the trouble. Ron swore that he would burn such things after reading them in the future.

Loren walked around Headless Nick and was sure that he was just an ordinary ghost and not a physical being like Peeves.

"How did you do it?" Loren asked curiously.

"Keep it a secret! Remember that the ghost is also the owner of this castle! Also, you owe me a favor..." The voice of Headless Nick gradually drifted away with him.

"I'll never call him Headless Nick again!" said Harry.

"Nearly Headless Nick," Ron retorted, putting the letter away to throw in the fireplace later.

The four of them continued on their way back to the dormitory.

"Loren, what about your suitcase?" Hermione asked.

"Let's do it later." Loren didn't care too much. If he had the skills, would he worry about not having the materials?

"Please, Loren, make one for me too."

"Me too."

Harry and Ron hurried over.

"No!" Hermione snapped, "This is against Ministry of Magic regulations."

I quietly added in my mind, I haven’t done mine yet.

On the other side, Malfoy and Crabbe were walking one after the other on their way back to the Slytherin common room.

"Why are you helping those Gryffindors, those Mudbloods!" Crabbe asked in a questioning tone.

Malfoy didn't even turn his head. "It's none of your business."

"Have you forgotten the glory of pure blood?"

Malfoy paused, still not looking back, "I didn't."

"Don't you want to give them a taste of their power?"

"I said, it's none of your business!" Malfoy said with a hint of impatience.

Crabbe stopped talking, and the way he looked at Malfoy became the same way he looked at Harry, with strong resentment.

It was he who noticed that Malfoy's intimidation of Harry and Ron was unusual, and wrote a letter to call his father, wanting to avenge the humiliation he had suffered in the stands.

But Malfoy messed it up.

His father always told him to please Malfoy because of their family's wealth and power, and because their family had gained more benefits under the power of the Dark Lord.

At the beginning of the school year, he tried to get to know the "Boy-Who-Lived" who framed the Dark Lord, and later he approached the dirty Muggle-born.

He doesn't understand the glory of Slytherin or the glory of purebloods.

Damn it, Malfoy!

It was a sleepless night, some lights and candles went out, and some were lit up again.

In the principal's office, the portraits on the wall were turned upside down, and the people in the portraits were asleep.

In a top hat on the shelf, a tiny snake coiled a sapphire under its body, and the grid patterns on its dorsal scales reflected a dark red light.

"Minerva, would you like something to eat?" Dumbledore, wearing a set of blue pajamas and crescent-shaped glasses, was looking for candy.

Professor McGonagall's face was tense and she was very annoyed at the moment. "I say, Headmaster Dumbledore! Don't you really know what happened tonight?"

"Well... I know a little bit." Dumbledore took out half a bag of nougat. "Take some. It will help you sleep."

Professor McGonagall pressed her hands hard on the table, her fingers turning white. "These Death Eaters have no intention of repenting. They are still keen on torturing others, even underage wizards."

"Minerva, I know." Dumbledore took out a teacup and poured hot tea from the empty teapot. "There was a reason why I let this group of people go. The reconstruction of wizard society requires the support of pure-blood families."

Professor McGonagall looked at the tea and subconsciously thought of the "Five Exceptions to Gamp's Transfiguration Laws", then came to her senses, "They have already taken control of the Board of Directors, and Hogwarts needs full management rights."

Dumbledore nodded, put the nougat in, shook it a few times and handed it to Professor McGonagall. "I know you always care about students and do it for their own good. I agree with your idea, but this matter needs to be done slowly."

Dumbledore showed some sarcasm, "They are always arrogant enough to think that others are coveting those insignificant powers."

Professor McGonagall's anger was dispersed by Dumbledore's actions. She sat down slowly and said, "Don't be too pampered with the students. I know you can catch them wandering at night. They must not be telling the truth this time. Miss Granger, the only honest one, didn't even dare to look at me."

"Don't dwell on a few small mistakes." Dumbledore thought for a moment. The little ones might have made more than just a few small mistakes. "Perhaps a teaching method that breaks the rules will help them gain more."

"I am really worried that they might lead Miss Granger astray."

"Haha, think on the bright side, Granger can influence them too."

……

I kowtow to my readers. I have spent time revising what I wrote before. I feel like I was a little confused because I wrote too fast yesterday.

Just 4K tonight, and another 4K tomorrow morning at o'clock.

Chapter 100: Have a good breakfast

After watching Professor McGonagall leave, Dumbledore sat quietly in the chair, feeling the silence of the office.

The portrait was sleeping, Fox was sleeping, Nagini was sleeping, and this thousand-year-old castle, after a big show, gradually fell asleep. But he hadn't slept peacefully for many years, and this office had been deserted for 47 years.

Voldemort will definitely be resurrected, and he must be resurrected. Harry's scar has already explained a lot of things. The current peace is won by James and Lily, and we cannot let their only child sacrifice his life to exchange for peace.

When turmoil comes, Hogwarts will become the safest refuge. We really can't let outside forces interfere, whether it's the Ministry of Magic or the Board of Directors.

Ten years have passed since the glamorous and stable days, but in just ten years, some people have forgotten those days.

Why? Why do those people have worse memory than an old man like him?

There is still a lot to do this semester, for the children, for a better tomorrow, and for the greater good.

It was time for Severus to urge Quirrell to get into character.

The crescent-shaped lens flashed a cold light, faintly revealing the turmoil that this old wizard had experienced over the past hundred years.

……

After saying goodbye to Hermione, Loren, Harry and Ron tiptoed into the dormitory.

Neville's snoring echoed as usual, and the three people's excited hearts calmed down in the echoing snoring.

Loren didn't enter the Book of Fantasy. He was thinking about how to make the next magic suitcase.

Cooling, special materials...

All kinds of thoughts, accompanied by snoring, brought Loren into a dream.

The next day, everyone got up a little late.

The sky was still gloomy, as if a heavy rain was brewing, but it was slow to fall. There was a slight cool mist in the air.

The little wizards all have their own things to do on weekends: they are busy with their homework, busy with love, and busy with trying to throw dung eggs in Professor Quirrell's scarf.

When Loren and his friends arrived at the restaurant for breakfast, there were few people at the table and not much food left.

But Hermione was there, and she was dressed as if she was going to class. She didn't usually take care of her hair on weekends.

"Good morning, Hermione." Loren greeted and began to choose today's breakfast.

"Good morning." Hermione's voice was weak. She had already taken food from the plate in front of her, but she didn't touch it.

Last night when she was with Loren, she was still happy that she would not be expelled. But when she returned to her dormitory alone and lay on her bed, her mind kept reminding her that she had deceived Professor McGonagall and would be punished today.

Hermione dreamed that Professor McGonagall said she was disappointed in her and felt ashamed of her teaching.

Harry and Ron had already taken their somewhat cold breakfast and ate it without a care in the world. They had done a lot of work and walked a lot last night, and their stomachs and bellies were clamoring to swallow a whole cow.

There were only three or four slices of ham left on the whole plate, not enough to cover the bread. Loren looked around.

"Would you like some ham?" Loren put the plate of ham between him and Hermione.

Hermione felt Loren's concern and a warm feeling ran through her heart, but she had no appetite and shook her head to indicate that she didn't need it.

"Great! I'm a little short of food." Loren exclaimed in surprise. He snatched the ham slices from Hermione's plate and spread them over the bread.

"You!" Hermione was furious. She actually thought Loren cared about her.

"Would you like some croissants?" Loren asked again, sandwiching two croissants.

It's the same trick again. If you say you don't want it, he will take your croissant away.