The days at Hogwarts

In the Easter holiday homework, Professor Flitwick mentioned problems related to making fruits dance.

Loren had been arguing with Hermione about what kind of dance Grape was suitable for just to have fun. Just now in the examination room, when Hermione heard the test question, her mind was filled with the process of arguing with Loren.

She was so nervous that she involuntarily asked Pineapple to start dancing ballet. It was not until halfway through that she realized she was dancing wrong.

"Pfft." Loren couldn't help laughing after knowing the whole story. But when he saw Hermione's murderous look, he suppressed his laughter.

"Hermione, haha ​​- don't laugh, don't worry about it, there are other exams later." He tried his best to control his smile, and the muscles on his face were a little stiff because he was trying too hard.

Hermione was so angry when she saw this guy was still laughing. She clenched her fist and punched him on the arm, feeling relieved.

After Harry and Ron finished their exams, they walked towards the restaurant together.

Loren's arm was hit by the girl's angry punch from time to time, and he tried hard to pretend that he was in great pain.

"My Charms grades must be very bad," Hermione's eyes were full of tears, and she kept repeating the mistakes she made during the exam. "I also failed the written exam. I only answered 7 points about the characteristics of the levitation spell, and I didn't write that the levitation spell can't be used directly on the human body..."

Harry and Ron shuddered as they listened in the background.

"You know what? Before this I thought I got a pretty good answer. Even though there's no O, it should have been an E," Harry muttered.

Ron nodded stiffly. "I only wrote three points about the Levitation Charm. I thought I could get full marks on that question."

The examination was conducted amid the little wizards' relief and struggle.

Perhaps considering that this was the first exam for first-year wizards, the professor prepared some newbie benefits for them. The test questions were basically selected from the homework during the Easter holiday.

As long as you are careful when copying homework, you can get a good score.

For the practical test of Transfiguration, Professor McGonagall chose the same method as Professor Flitwick, asking the little wizards to demonstrate Transfiguration in front of her one by one, and Professor McGonagall scored them based on their performance.

After the exam, students were told not to disclose the exam contents. But it doesn’t matter if they disclose the contents. This is a practical exam. If you know the answer, you know it. If you don’t know the answer, you don’t know it.

You listen to other little wizards talk about the key points of casting spells, and your mind thinks you have mastered it, but then your hands and wand tell you that you are useless.

While waiting, Hermione moved her fingers restlessly, imitating the trajectory of waving a wand, and muttered various Transfiguration points.

Loren stood behind her and didn't dare to say a word for fear of being beaten.

"Hermione Granger." Professor McGonagall's voice came from inside.

Hermione took a deep breath and walked straight into the classroom.

A few minutes later, she came out with a smile on her face and a relaxed look on her face, seeming to be very satisfied with the result.

"Loren Morgan."

When Loren went in, Professor McGonagall was putting a snuff box into a small box, as if she was going to keep it as a treasure.

The front of the snuff box is painted with the Hogwarts emblem, and the other sides are the symbolic animals of each college - a lion, an eagle, a badger, and a snake.

The watercolors are brightly colored and lifelike, with delicate hollow patterns on them.

Professor McGonagall poured out a little white mouse from another box and said, "Turn the mouse into a snuff box. The more exquisite the box, the higher the score."

If there were whiskers or fangs on the box, points would be deducted, but Professor McGonagall didn't think she needed to emphasize this to Loren, as she knew Loren's level.

Thinking of the intricate, colorful snuff box I had just seen, Loren's breath stagnated, Hermione, what kind of ultimate scroll king are you?

With mixed feelings, Loren waved his wand. His snuff box was basically a copy of Hermione's idea, except that the animals were replaced with swords, golden cups, crowns, and lockets.

Professor McGonagall frowned. This child was obviously very skilled in Transfiguration, so why was he always being sneaky?

She pursed her lips and was silent for a moment, then said, "From the perspective of Transfiguration, it's perfect. But I can't give you the same score as Miss Granger. You can transform yourself into a snuff box again."

Loren waved his hand. He didn't want to spend time designing the shape of the snuff box. "Thank you, Professor McGonagall. That's it. As long as I can pass the exam, that's fine."

What are you talking about? What are you talking about? What do you mean by just passing the exam? Just one sentence from Loren made the well-mannered Professor McGonagall laugh.

She watched Loren walk out of the classroom, thinking about how this boy usually behaved.

He is very talented. He is always one of the first few to finish new content in Transfiguration class, but he always muddles through and slacks off. His homework is always excellent, but he never takes the initiative to answer questions in class.

He is kind-hearted but always loves to play tricks on people, especially poor Miss Granger.

She made up her mind to pay special attention to this "problem student" in the next school year.

The practical exam in Potions is conducted by college, and the young wizards brew potions at the same time.

The test that the first-year Gryffindor students were given was to prepare a potion of forgetfulness from start to finish by themselves.

It wasn't difficult, but Snape made it harder. He stood behind each student for five minutes while the potion was brewing, keeping a close eye on them.

If you have experience in brewing potions, or taking any exams, you will understand the pressure of having an invigilator standing behind you for a long time.

Loren doubted himself at several steps, and when he paused, Snape made a "tsk" sound of disgust.

In the end, those who did not make any mistakes while being watched were rated O (perfect) and E (exceeded expectations), those who successfully brewed the potion were rated A (pass), and those who were scared and cried were rated P (fail), D (terrible), and T (troll).

This grading standard had a problem with Neville. He was frightened to tears by Snape, but managed to make a forgetfulness potion.

Snape was disgusted by Neville's bottle of forgetfulness potion, which was darker in color and contained tears and snot.

Loren secretly wondered, as a professor of Potions, should Snape try the potions brewed by his students before giving them a grade?

The last exam was History of Magic, and the last question was to answer which weird old wizard invented the automatic stirring cauldron.

When Professor Binns asked everyone to put down their quills and roll up their parchments, everyone cheered. They could have a relaxing and fun week until the exam results were announced.

All the exams are over, and the bright and hot summer has truly arrived.

They followed the crowd out onto the sunny meadow, chasing butterflies and pulling at the flowers. Soon, Harry and Ron were so crazy that they disappeared.

Loren and Hermione ran for a while in the bright sunshine, enjoying the scent of the grass.

Hermione seemed to have unloaded a heavy burden and walked briskly. "It's much easier than I thought. In fact, I don't need to remember the "Werewolf Code of Conduct in 1637" and the elf rebellion."

Loren complained: "There's also a whole textbook on the History of Magic."

He was sweating slightly and opened his shirt to let the wind blow more comfortably.

The white shirt seemed to be glowing in the sun, reflecting the boy's fair face and the strange red mole between his eyebrows, which was particularly eye-catching. The girls on the grass greeted Loren enthusiastically.

Loren also noticed that the mole was too conspicuous, so he shaved his hair into a fringe to cover his forehead.

Out of some careful consideration, Hermione pulled Loren away from the crowd.

They walked down the slope to the lake and plopped down under a tree. Hermione curled up her legs and rested her head on her knees, while Loren lay down directly.

Over there, a giant squid was basking in the warm shallow water, and the Weasley twins, Ron and Lee Jordan, and a crowd gathered to watch Rolf gently play with its tentacles.

Loren wanted to go fishing when he saw the lake, but he gave up when he thought of the fish and Grindylow in the lake and the need to prepare fish food. He just watched them teasing the giant squid quietly.

Loren didn't want to talk, and Hermione didn't want to talk either. This kind of weather made people unconsciously lazy.

The two of them didn't have to work hard to find topics to talk about. They just sat together under the tree, feeling the breeze coming off the lake, relaxed and at ease.

Over there, the Weasley brothers were eager to try, and they also reached out to fiddle with the tentacles of the giant squid. Perhaps they were too hard and disturbed the giant squid, and its tentacles were raised high and hit the water surface, splashing water.

The group of people who were splashed with lake water were even happier. They cheered and thought this was a very fun game.

Loren and Hermione smiled unconsciously.

Under the blue sky, an owl flew by, its snow-white feathers illuminated by the sunlight looked very beautiful.

After a while, Harry came running over, panting, and squatted next to the two of them. "Hagrid knew that we had finished our exams, so he asked us to go to the cabin in the evening. He prepared the first crop of pea pods for us."

As he spoke, he saw a group of people playing with the giant squid happily in the water. His eyes lit up, and without waiting for the two to reply, he ran over.

In this way, Loren and Hermione leisurely watched a group of people being beaten and soaked, and laughed from ear to ear. In the wind, Loren fell asleep without knowing when.

The sunset glowed like a flame, burning the entire sky, and the warm glow enveloped the castle and the forest.

The giant squid slowly sank to the bottom of the water, and Harry and Ron walked towards them. Their clothes had been dried by George and Fred using magic.

"Let's go to Hagrid's for dinner." Harry said happily.

Hermione smoothed her hair that was messed up by the wind and bent down to wake up the sleeping Loren.

The four of them set out towards the Forbidden Forest and met Fang at the edge of the woods. Its tail was shaking so much that its shadow could no longer be seen, and it was circling around the little wizards.

Hagrid was sitting in a chair outside the hut, with his trouser legs rolled up, and he was busy shelling peas in a large bowl.

"Hey! Are the exams over?" Hagrid greeted happily. "You're just in time. Come and see the first crop of pea pods this year."

Four people gathered around and helped to deal with it.

The last rays of the sun sank below the horizon and night took over the sky.

In the hut, Hagrid served the fragrant pea soup into several bowls and served it with mixed boiled pea pods.

The soup is made by boiling pea pods, onions and chicken together. The pea pods are only seasoned with salt and olive oil. It is a simple and crude method, but it becomes extraordinary because of the ingredients.

The little wizards enjoyed the meal very much and finished all the dishes except Hagrid's signature rock cake.

Hagrid put away the tableware, took out a large ball of pure white unicorn hair from the wooden box and handed it to Loren. "This is a thank-you gift from the Unicorn Tribe. They think that if it weren't for us, the You-Know-Who would have hunted more unicorns."

"Just in time for you to ask for this, I asked for some for you."

These long white hairs are soft, thick and shiny, not just the tail hair, but also the mane. They are full of magic power and contain no impurities.

But Loren was a little embarrassed, "This can't be the same as last time..."

He didn't finish his words, but Hagrid understood what he meant, and Hermione's hand quickly withdrew.

Could it be the hair from the two unicorn corpses last time? Although Loren needed fresh unicorn hair, he had no intention of plucking hair from the corpses after seeing the miserable appearance of the unicorns last time.

"Don't worry, unicorns won't desecrate the corpses of their own kind." Hagrid said cheerfully, "This was combed from a living unicorn."

Loren suppressed his joy and put the unicorn hair away.

Ron said with emotion: "Since the detention, everything has been good. It's just like everything I wish for has come true."

Harry heard this and touched his scar. No, he was not well, he had nightmares since returning from the Forbidden Forest.

When he heard "whatever you wish for may come true", something flashed through his mind, and he hurriedly asked Hagrid, "Hagrid, have you wanted a dragon for a long time?"

Speaking of Norbert, even though he had been sent away, Hagrid was still happy, "Yes, this has always been my wish."

"How can it be such a coincidence that everything you wish for comes true!" Harry looked anxious. "Do you remember what the person who lost to you looked like that night when you won the dragon egg playing cards?"

"What did he look like?" Hagrid recalled. "I didn't see what he looked like."

Except for Loren, Harry, Ron and Hermione all looked shocked. You win a dragon egg worth hundreds or thousands of Galleons by betting with someone over a drink, but you don't know what the other party looks like!

"That's nothing strange," said Hagrid. "The Hog's Head is full of strange fellows like that. He's wearing a hood and won't take off his cloak."

Harry froze in place, motionless.

Hermione also realized that something was wrong. How could someone carry an illegal dragon egg with him to a bar and lose it to someone else so easily?

Loren sighed that Quirrell was truly honest.

The salary of Hogwarts professors is not low, but most of them get rich from side jobs. How many years of salary did Quirrell, who used to teach Muggle Studies, have to spend to buy a real dragon egg from the black market?

And simply gave it to Hagrid.

Is there any intelligence-reducing buff for the Death Eaters group?

You are the villains!

What about truth serum?

What about the Imperius Curse?

Let's use some villain tactics.

If Quirrell can't use the Imperius Curse, then what about Voldemort?

Although Hagrid has a high magic resistance, with Voldemort's attainments in the dark magic, he would not be able to withstand even a pure-blood giant, let alone a half-blood giant.

It seems that Voldemort is in very bad condition and can't even use the Imperius Curse.

No wonder Dumbledore finally let Harry solo with him.

Under Hermione and Harry's repeated questioning, Hagrid recalled that when he was talking to that man about dragons, he mentioned that he could even deal with a three-headed dog, let alone a dragon.

"I boasted to him that I could make a three-headed dog fall asleep by playing some music." Hagrid said this and quickly covered his mouth. "I shouldn't have told you this!"

Hearing this, Harry pulled Ron and ran towards the castle, and Hermione quickly pulled Loren to follow behind.

"Hey, where are you going?" It was Hagrid's voice.

"Don't do strenuous exercise after a meal." This was Loren's voice.

The similarity is that no one pays attention to them.

Harry expressed his guess as he ran.