The days at Hogwarts

Hermione took Loren's hand and sat by the window, pointing to the queue for borrowing books. "You don't know, many little wizards have come to borrow books, and they seem very satisfied..."

Loren, feeling somewhat nervous and embarrassed, stretched out his hand and showed a small bag made of simple purple linen cloth. "Originally, it should have been woven with small beads or sequins, but I can't make it that detailed."

Hermione opened her eyes wide, took the small cloth bag from him, looked through it, and said thoughtfully: "Untraceable Extension Charm?"

"Well, it can hold 13 cubic yards of stuff." Loren introduced in a low voice, "If you dare to mention the Ministry of Magic, I will put you in a cloth bag and throw you into the lake."

It is exactly 10 cubic meters, which is bigger than the suitcase Loren made for the first time. With his understanding of magic runes improving and his progress in the Traceless Stretching Spell, he can make it even bigger in the future.

Looking at the purple linen, Hermione fell into reminiscence. She thought for a moment and said, "Is that why you asked me what color I liked before?"

"Ah."

Hermione's smile bloomed like a flower, from the corners of her mouth to her eyebrows.

In the morning, the midsummer sun had not yet fully risen, and the golden color was warm but not scorching. The shore of the Black Lake was filled with water vapor, bringing a bit of coolness.

"So you went to the Room of Requirement early in the morning to make this bag." Hermione and Loren walked side by side by the lake, with the small purple bag slung over their bodies, bouncing back and forth.

Last night, Loren came back from the principal's office and immersed himself in the Book of Fantasy to practice drawing magic runes on linen. After the experiment was successful, he got up and went to the Room of Requirement. This time, because the unicorn hair was fresh and had no impurities, it was completed smoothly.

"If you're touched, I'll leave my stargazing report for next school year to you."

"You wish." Hermione jumped up and down with her hair loose, her tone jubilant, "What's yours? What color is it?"

"I haven't had time to make it yet. It's not easy for a boy to make a small cloth bag." Loren kicked a small stone under his feet, kicked forward a few steps with his left foot, and then switched to his right foot, as if he was practicing ball.

He planned to make a ring or a pendant, but he couldn't draw such a detailed magic circle right now. Maybe he could use spells like the expansion spell or the shrinking spell, but he didn't know if the spell would have any effect on the magic circle. He could try it during the holidays.

If that doesn't work, it would be nice to make something slightly larger like a locket.

"What a pity! If you were also a cloth bag, I could string beads and stick sequins on it." Hermione wanted to put anything she saw into the small cloth bag, a green leaf, a beautifully shaped stone, and then pour it out again after walking a few steps.

It's rare to see Hermione so childish, she's so adorable.

"Do you think that the small cloth bag with the Traceless Extension Charm cast on it will leak when filled with water?" Hermione had just put a stone in it and looked up at Loren with sparkling eyes.

Loren was stunned when he heard this, and then he became eager to try, "Shall we give it a try?"

"No, what if it gets broken?"

“I’ll just make another one.”

"No, I just like this one."

……

In the evening, the long-awaited year-end banquet finally began.

The whole hall was filled with the aroma of broth, the sweet smell of stewed pumpkin, and the savory aroma of roasted meat. There were all kinds of delicious food on the table, lamb chops, roast chicken, meat pie, and Roosevelt apple pie.

Loren and Hermione rushed in just before the banquet started, and the hall was already full of people.

"It's all your fault. We were almost late." Hermione panted, with tiny beads of sweat hanging on her nose.

"How can you blame me?" Loren was also panting, "I just wanted to try if the cloth bag could hold water."

Hearing this, Hermione held the purple bag in her arms and protected it. "If you break it, I will never let you go."

They put on the wizard hats at their positions on their heads. All the little wizards wore black pointed hats without brims.

George and Fred were imitating bullfighting, with pointed wizard hats as their horns. I don't know what magic tricks they had hidden, but they were mooing, and the horns clashed with each other, making the sound of swords clashing.

Lee Jordan explained with great emotion: "The fierce bull George used a powerful attack, but the fierce bull Fred was not afraid at all. He pushed forward, pushed forward!"

"Fred the Bull knocked the other bull's horns off! Oh, a guy fell out of the hat - Ugh!"

Before Lee Jordan could reveal the secret, George covered his mouth and pressed him down on his seat. They sat in a circle and began to discuss the simple prop.

A similar scene was happening at the long tables of other colleges. The hall was in an uproar. The young wizards from Ravenclaw were particularly excited, and each of them was talking loudly.

A moment later, Dumbledore arrived and the noise in the Great Hall gradually died down.

Dumbledore was wearing a gold and red suit embroidered with phoenixes and flames, and a small felt hat with an upturned brim on his head.

"Another year has passed. Before you indulge in these delicacies, I must trouble you to listen to an old man's clichés..."

Loren stared at the pig head with his eyes wide open, drooling. "Dumbledore has changed. He is no longer the good leader who gave a brief speech at the opening banquet."

"We must first hold the awards ceremony for the House Cup. The specific scores of each house are as follows. Fourth place, Gryffindor, 332 points."

Although the little wizard from Gryffindor didn't care about the score, he was still a little unhappy about being publicly executed. There was a clear sound of sneer coming from the Slytherin side.

Professor McGonagall sat in the guest of honor seat, her face very serious.

Loren temporarily shifted his attention away from Rourou and signaled to George and Fred, "Squeak!"

"Squeak!" The twins exchanged secret signals to indicate that they understood.

"Third place, Slytherin, 362 points."

"Oh!"

"Woo!"

"Oh!"

The twin brothers and Loren cheered one after another, and as if it caused a chain reaction, the three houses except Slytherin responded one after another. The whole hall erupted in thunderous cheers and stomping of feet. There were also little wizards who hit the goblets hard with forks, making a tinkling sound. It was very lively.

There was deathly silence at the Slytherin table. Snape, who was sitting at the guest of honor seat, had a terribly ugly expression on his face. However, Professor McGonagall gave a faint smile.

"Second place, Hufflepuff, 392 points. First place, Ravenclaw, 416 points."

Polite cheers rang out in the auditorium one after another, raising the atmosphere of the banquet greatly.

"I think everyone has done very well over the past year," Dumbledore said, "but recent events must also be taken into account."

Here it comes, behind-the-scenes manipulation, collusion, collusion...

Loren straightened up.

The auditorium became very quiet. Quirrell's incident was too big, and everyone had more or less guessed what was going on.

"Well, uh," Dumbledore cleared his throat, "I have some final points to distribute."

"First, Mr. Ron Weasley. He played the most exciting game of chess in Hogwarts in many years, and played in the spirit of Gryffindor, and won 50 points for it!"

Ron's face flushed red and he couldn't stop smiling.

The Gryffindors cheered, and Percy boasted loudly to the other prefects, "He passed Professor McGonagall's giant chessboard and used it to seriously injure Quirrell!"

There was a lot of cheering, and everyone understood that they had four warriors, and with so many extra points, the House Cup would definitely belong to Gryffindor.

"Second, Mr. Loren Morgan, he helped his partner, never left him, and saved his friends from danger, for which he won 50 points!"

Loren spat a little. He only got 50 points. Although he didn't participate in the challenge, Dumbledore must be suppressing him.

332 + 50 + 50

432 points! ! !

The little wizards of Gryffindor went crazy. They got the house cup and stood up from their stools and cheered.

"Third, Mr. Harry Potter, he showed great courage and bravery, for which I reward him 60 points."

"Finally, Miss Hermione Granger, faced with the raging fire, she reasoned calmly. Facing a powerful enemy, she was not afraid of danger and swung a sword with the most gorgeous move I have ever seen. For this, she won 100 points."

Hermione was so embarrassed that she buried her head in her arms, her neck to her ears were red, and she didn't dare to look at anyone.

In fact, if only the score for the Philosopher's Stone incident was counted, Hermione might not have gotten such a high score. Loren guessed that Dumbledore took the contribution of the book corner into account.

Chapter 117 The summer vacation begins

Chapter 117 The summer vacation of 1992 begins

Harry and Ron hugged each other and cheered.

The sudden bonus points cleared away all his worries, and even not being able to use magic and having to go back to Privet Drive during the holidays became less sad.

"Hermione Granger! The Queen of Gryffindor!" George and Fred shouted, making the shy little witch even more afraid to look up.

The little lions jumped up and down beside the dining table, and the noise they made almost overturned the auditorium.

"I declare Gryffindor the winner of the House Cup!"

Dumbledore had to shout louder to be heard over the thunderous cheers. "That means we'll need to make some minor changes to the decor."

He clapped his hands, and the blue and bronze draping streamers turned bright red and gold, and the Ravenclaw eagle on the banner turned into a majestic Gryffindor lion.

The words on the banner also changed to "brave and fearless, fearless and selfless".

The banquet began with cheers. The hall was once again filled with roaring cheers. The little wizards of Gryffindor threw their pointed wizard hats into the starry sky above the dome.

At the guest of honor table, Professor Flitwick clinked glasses with Professor McGonagall, who drank the wine in the goblet in one gulp. Everyone could tell that she was extremely happy.

Hagrid raised his oversized beer mug and cheered along with the students.

As soon as Hermione raised her head a little, Loren leaned over and whispered in her ear: "Hermione Granger, the Queen of Gryffindor~"

"Ah~" Hermione let out a soft cry of shame, her voice was soft and gentle, and she buried her head in her arms again.

Loren was happily chewing the pig's head that he had been thinking about. Seeing Hermione's shy look, he thought that this name could be used until next year.

Ron started telling Seamus stories again, this time reviewing the entire school year, from the troll on Halloween to Professor Quirrell at the end of the term.

"Every time, I played a crucial role." A smug expression flew across his face, and his hands vividly depicted various dangerous scenes, the troll's flying kicks, and Quirrell's black magic.

The twins rarely made a fuss. While eating, they memorized the dangerous parts of Ron's story.

“Guess which story Mom will like?”

"Guess how long little Ronnie will be in bed?"

George and Fred looked at each other and then laughed. Obviously, Ron didn't know at this time that he was in danger again.

Hermione finally calmed down. She sniffed the aroma of food and raised her head.

"Hermione Granger, the Queen of Gryffindor~" Loren leaned closer again, testing the edge of danger.

Hermione rolled her eyes at him and snatched all the food from his plate except the pig's head.

The colorful ornaments reflected star-like light in the golden candlelight. The atmosphere of celebration filled the air. In between the clinking of wine glasses, there was laughter filled with joy.

The magic candles on the table and the candlesticks burned longer and longer. The sweetness of the pudding and cream seemed to be sweet enough to penetrate into people's dreams, so sweet that the moon was smiling.

After the year-end party, time seemed to have wings and ran very fast.

On a leisurely morning, Loren and Hermione were huddled in the corner of the lounge, talking, their heads leaning against each other, their bangs touching each other. They were exchanging their experiences on the universal breaking spell.

The bangs of the two people touched each other, giving each other a furry feeling.

Loren smelled the scent of Hermione, a fresh minty aroma. He didn't know if it was shampoo from the wizarding world or from Muggles.

Hermione smelled a fresh orange scent on Loren, which was left on his body from the fruit he had for breakfast.

The story started in the morning, when they were leaning on the window to watch the sunrise. After the sunrise, they were still lying there chatting. Unconsciously, they went from leaning on the window to curling up together in the corner.

The two talked about camping, skiing on the ranch, Andersen, Beedle the Bard, and then about investment and what small businesses are suitable for the wizarding world. In the end, it turned into a learning exchange.

No one knew how long they talked, but the sun was high outside.

"There are two common spells to break the curse. One is the basic Finite Incantatem, and the other is Finite. This is a rare spell that reduces the difficulty of casting by adding qualifiers." Hermione's voice was small, and her breath hit Loren's face when she spoke.

They were like spies meeting each other, exchanging some secret codes. Loren lowered his voice and said, "I understand. But I have a question."

"You said."

"Why do we have to speak like thieves in low voices?" Loren's breath blew on Hermione's face, making her feel slightly itchy.

"do not know."

Hermione raised her head and looked at Loren, and Loren also looked at Hermione. The calm gazes of the two collapsed the moment they looked at each other, and then they laughed together, laughing so hard that they fell backwards.

Hermione didn't want to laugh, but when she saw Loren laughing she couldn't help it.

It seemed as if huddling here and talking in low voices was some great joke, and they laughed until tears welled up in their eyes.

"Hermione! Loren!" Neville's voice came from the entrance of the lounge, breaking the romance between the two.

They got up and ran to Neville in panic as if they were running away from something.

"Why are you blushing?" Neville looked at the two men in confusion, holding a stack of parchment in his hand.

Hermione said nothing, and kept smoothing her hair over her ears. Curly hair was just like that, she thought, it was just hard to take care of, there was no doubt about that.

"Nothing," Loren said with a serious expression, "What do you want us to do?"