The days at Hogwarts

He nodded Loren's head. "Especially because your life span may be very long, very long, so long that the time you spend missing someone is longer than the time you are missed. That's what happened to Nico. When you have a treasure, you lose something else."

Loren wondered why he had such a long life. He couldn't use Nico's Philosopher's Stone to make the Elixir of Life. There was no sign of the Philosopher's Stone that would belong to him in the future. Even if he made it, its properties would not be related to immortality.

Thinking so, he asked directly.

Flamel had a gentle smile on his face: "Even if you have a normal life span, you should do the right things at the right age, so that you won't regret it when you miss it."

Loren seemed to understand, but he was not old enough to miss the past. He said, "But I still want to get the Philosopher's Stone as soon as possible."

"Start learning from tomorrow." Flamel did not stop him, but comforted him: "Don't worry, Hebrew, alchemy and human transmutation, all of these need to be learned slowly."

After talking with Flamel for a while, Loren felt at ease, and the two of them worked out a study plan together.

Loren learned Hebrew in order to understand the contents of the Book of Abraham. In the past year, he has learned a general idea of ​​it. After reviewing and consolidating for a period of time, he will be able to try to translate the contents of the book.

Alchemy is a preparation for refining the Philosopher's Stone. Loren is now an apprentice and he just needs to learn slowly.

There was only human transmutation, which was an area that Nico had not yet touched upon. The information in the library was outdated for Loren, and he needed to figure it out on his own.

"I have other plans for my knowledge of the human body," Loren said lightheartedly.

Anatomy in the 16th century was considered introductory content, and human medical knowledge is much more advanced today.

Loren waved his hand and disappeared on the spot.

Flamel stared at the place where Loren's consciousness disappeared and murmured, "The future? Who can tell for sure?"

"Ah!" Loren was startled when he opened his eyes and saw Hermione's face.

Hermione was sitting beside the bed, looking down at him with interest as he slept. The girl's warm breath blew on his face, along with the scent of shampoo and shower gel.

"What are you doing? When did you come in?" Loren supported himself with his hands and sat up.

Hermione was wearing a creamy white pajamas. A trace of panic flashed across her face, as if she had been caught. She quickly suppressed it, blinked, and said seriously, "I knocked on the door for a long time, but you didn't respond. I was worried, so I came in to check."

Loren tilted his head slightly and looked at the red tips of her ears suspiciously.

Hermione looked at the book in his hand and the crumpled letter in his other hand and said, "I heard a knock on the window and saw the owl fly away. What happened?"

"Who wrote the letter, Headmaster Dumbledore? But he only sent you here today. Grandpa Bates? No, he doesn't have an owl. Then who is it..."

When it came to business, Hermione regained her composure and spoke a string of words like a rapid-fire machine.

Loren felt a warm feeling in his heart as he listened to the girl's chattering.

The two of them slid off the bed again and sat down on the carpet, their backs against the bed and their shoulders against each other.

Loren unfolded the crumpled letter. "A letter from Headmaster Dumbledore. We found a way to cure werewolf disease, but Dumbledore found that it seems to be effective for only a few years."

Loren sighed heavily, "So I'm not very happy."

"How many years?" Hermione leaned forward to read Dumbledore's letter, but it didn't say a specific time.

Hermione patted Loren's shoulder and consoled him, "A few years is good too. Grandpa Bates is..."

At this point, Hermione got stuck, and realized that this was not a good way to say it.

Loren understood what she meant. Grandpa Bates was in his seventies or eighties. Even if he could live to be a centenarian like Dumbledore, he would need periodic treatment every few years. Once every five years, he would only need it four or five times, and once every ten years, he would only need it once or twice.

Loren knew that this idea was correct, and even Grandpa Bates himself would accept it.

This chronic werewolf disease only needs to be treated once every few years, which is much better than normal chronic diseases such as cardiovascular and cerebrovascular problems, diabetes, and joint diseases in the elderly of this age.

Moreover, the materials and process of the ceremony are not complicated, and the treatment process is not painful, which is easier than the physical examination in some hospitals.

But Loren was holding his breath, wanting to cure Grandpa Bates's werewolf disease permanently once and for all.

After receiving the consolation in Dumbledore's letter and having a conversation with Flamel, Loren is no longer so stubborn and is much better.

Hermione quietly observed Loren's expression and whispered, "I, I didn't mean that."

Feeling Hermione's concern, Loren laughed and bumped her with his shoulder, "That's what you meant."

"It hurts!" Hermione covered her shoulder and said fiercely, "I was comforting you and you bumped into me!"

Loren bumped into him again, grinning, "What's wrong with bumping into you?"

And repeat this action.

Snapped!

Hermione reached out, wrapped her arms around Loren's neck, and twisted him to pin him down on her legs.

"Are you still going to bump into something?" Hermione said proudly.

Loren struggled once, but couldn't move. He struggled again, but was still held down.

"Is this how you are supposed to use Gryffindor's gift? It's for you to deal with evil dark wizards, how can you use it on your own people?" Loren raised his head and scolded, trying to make Hermione let go.

But he misjudged the situation.

"Will you bully me again?" Hermione asked.

"Wait till I learn how to teleport, and I will pay you back double for what you did to me now!" Loren threatened, but the threat was obviously ineffective as he was held down by someone.

Hermione just repeated: "Will you bully me again?"

"There is an old saying in the East that if you want revenge, it is never too late even after ten years."

"Will you bully me again in the future?"

"Thirty years..."

Hermione didn't understand, but that didn't affect her simple repetition: "Will you bully me again in the future?"

She didn't even want Loren to admit defeat. It felt pretty good to bully Loren like this.

Loren tried to struggle in various ways, but to no avail. He finally said, "Hermione Granger, I'm warning you for the last time, let go!"

There was a sense of joy in Hermione's voice. Loren had teased him many times, but she didn't have many opportunities to tease Loren. "Loren Morgan, I can do this all night - ah!"

Hermione suddenly screamed.

It turned out that Loren had bitten Hermione on the leg.

The hot and humid breath penetrated through her pajamas and reached Hermione's skin. It didn't hurt at all, but the itchy feeling went all the way into her heart, making her feel flustered.

"Let go!" Hermione said in a soft voice, her tone was like a scolding and a plea. She was embarrassed and annoyed, her fair face flushed red from her neck to the tips of her ears.

"Uh-huh-huh! (You let go first)"

The breath he exhaled while speaking burned Hermione's entire body, and she lost all strength and loosened her grip.

Loren's face and ears were also red. It was really shameful for a grown man to use such a despicable move to fight with a girl. However, although it was very despicable, it was impossible to ask him to promise not to tease Hermione in the future.

"Yes, I'm sorry." Loren stammered and apologized.

Hermione was so flustered that she didn't dare to look Loren in the eye. She got up and hurried out of the room.

Outside the window, the pale yellow, clean moon moved shyly, hiding behind the treetops and into the clouds.

Loren lay on the bed covered with a small quilt. The room was quiet and his eyes were wide open.

He suffered from insomnia at such a young age. Not only could he not fall asleep, but he was also very energetic. He stared at the ceiling for an unknown period of time, but Loren still did not feel sleepy at all.

He turned over and, with the help of the Luminescent Charm, wrote a letter to Grandpa Bates in the dark.

[Not-So-Dear Grandpa Bates:

Hope your trip wasn't that bad.

Grandpa Bates, you are no longer the same Grandpa Bates. You no longer love me. I am on vacation, but you are still obsessed with traveling and don't care whether I have a place to live. I am now living in a classmate's house in London. I am bullied but I can't resist. I hope you can speed up your trip and come home quickly.

If you come back earlier, I will change your treatment method so that you don’t have to drink the unpalatable wolfsbane potion anymore.

Loren

Loren sealed the envelope and was about to send it when he remembered that Hanhan was still locked in the box and had not eaten for a day.

He quickly took the owl cage out of the suitcase.

The silly spectacled owl leaned weakly against the cage, its feathers disheveled, and it made a pitiful "woohoo" sound.

Loren opened the cage, carefully lifted Hanhan, and placed it on the desk. He then took out all his food and placed it in front of the spectacled owl as an apology.

"I'm sorry, Hanhan. This is the first time I put you in a cage, and I accidentally forgot about it." Loren broke some biscuits and fed them to the spectacled owl.

It would have been fine if he hadn't said anything. Once he did, Hanhan got even angrier, feeling both angry and aggrieved.

Silly: "Coo! Coo!"

"I'm visiting Hermione's house and I accidentally forgot about you." Loren broke the biscuits into suitable sizes so that Hanhan could swallow them directly, which made him feel less angry.

Silly: "Coo! Coo! Coo!"

"No, no, I will never put you in a box again. Not even a cage." Loren did something wrong and begged for mercy in a nice voice.

He combed the owl's hair one by one, stroking the feathers from the top of the head across the neck, all the way to the tip of the tail, then came back and put his fingers into the feathers on the chin, gently scratching them, his technique soft and smooth.

While Hanhan was eating, every feather was being massaged by professional techniques. The messy feathers became tidy again, and the little owl closed his eyes in comfort.

Loren saw that the time was right and said, "Silly, I have a letter for you to deliver to Grandpa Bates."

"Gu!" Hanhan flapped his wings at the ugly face.

It turns out you only remembered me when you had work to do.

……

Monica came out of the kitchen with bread slices and fried luncheon meat and placed the food on the dining table. She flicked the Daily Mail that Wendell had held up in front of him, blocking his entire face. "It's time for breakfast."

She smiled warmly at Loren, who was sitting beside her, and said, "I wonder if you are used to our breakfast."

Loren nodded obediently, "Mrs. Granger's cooking is always to my liking. Breakfast must be the same."

Hermione finished washing up and came out of the bathroom. When she passed by Loren, she sneered: "Humph!"

"Oh! Today it's strawberry jam." Wendell spread the jam on the bread. "How about we go buy camping supplies today? Let's go camping in the Forest of Dean in the summer."

Monica agreed: "We need to get a bigger tent and replace the flashlights..."

"You guys go ahead. I didn't sleep well last night and want to sleep at home." Hermione spoke weakly, her eye bags were slightly swollen. She didn't fall asleep until almost dawn last night. It was all because of the damn Loren.

Loren paused, then said, "Me too."

Mr. and Mrs. Granger didn't think much about it. Having classmates visiting their home was an unprecedented experience for Hermione, so it was normal for her to be a little excited.

Hermione had a better time at Hogwarts than at her previous school. She made friends and both of them were very happy.

It was more normal for Loren to not sleep well in someone else's house.

Monica said gently, "Then you two should stay home, and don't sleep too long, or you might suffer from insomnia again at night."

They both nodded obediently.

Chapter 127: Days at Hermione's House

"Mrs. Thatcher has been made a life peer." Wendell said vaguely while biting a piece of bread and reading the front page of the newspaper.

He naturally turned his thoughts to wizards, "Hey, Loren, are there nobles in the magic world?"

Loren was eating bread with milk. He didn't like strawberry jam very much. "Yes, in fact, wizard society is probably similar to medieval society."

Monica also pricked up her ears.

Loren felt that as the parent of a young wizard, they had the right to understand the thoughts and basic situation of the wizarding world.

Loren said: "The magic world divides people into pure-blood, half-blood and Muggle families according to their bloodline. Pure-blood wizards, centered around the twenty-eight pure-blood families, can be considered aristocrats."

"The wizarding world has serious bloodline theory and discrimination. Pure-blood wizards discriminate against non-pure-bloods, including those from mixed-blood families and those from ordinary families. Children from ordinary families are easily bullied by pure-bloods. The situation has only improved since Headmaster Dumbledore took office. But we cannot completely prevent such incidents from happening."

"Discrimination? That's terrible!" Monica looked at Hermione worriedly, "Dear, you didn't tell us about this."

Wendell stopped reading the newspaper and said with a worried and serious look: "What is the current situation? Should we consider transferring schools?"

The Grangers attach great importance to the school environment. When Monica went to school, the school environment was also very bad. She met prejudiced teachers and classmates who were always difficult for her. As an adult, she found it unbearable.

They couldn't help but worry at the thought that Hermione, who was so young, might encounter a similar situation.

The letters Hermione sent home always contained only new and interesting things she had seen and heard, and she never mentioned things like discrimination based on blood lineage, as she didn't want to worry her parents.

Hermione quickly explained: "That's not entirely true. Only young wizards in Slytherin are indoctrinated with this view. No one in Gryffindor House discriminates based on bloodline."

"Really?" Monica asked Loren for confirmation. She was worried that Hermione said this in order to continue learning magic.

Loren nodded. "Pure-blood wizards are now a minority. More half-bloods are entering the wizarding world, bringing modern ideas and bringing about changes."