The days at Hogwarts

Monica felt a little relieved.

Hermione took the opportunity to add: "Do you remember? I mentioned that Hogwarts has four colleges, Gryffindor, Ravenclaw, Hufflepuff and Slytherin. Only Slytherin people have such backward ideas..."

"Gryffindor values ​​courage..."

Hermione talked about the founders of the four major colleges and the ideological atmosphere of each college, so that her parents don't have to worry.

The dining table returns to a happy atmosphere and a warm family breakfast time.

Hermione breathed a sigh of relief. Hogwarts was the only magic school in the whole of Britain, so if she really wanted to transfer, she would have to go abroad.

She took advantage of her parents not paying attention, raised her head and glared at Loren. She was not expelled for violating school rules, but she almost transferred to another school because of this person.

It's not my fault, I'm just stating the facts.

Loren glared back unyieldingly.

After breakfast, Monica packed up a bit and went out with Wendell. They drove to go shopping to prepare camping supplies and had to be back before lunch, so time was tight.

"Have fun at home!" The door slammed shut.

Loren and Hermione were the only ones left in the empty house. They sat quietly on the sofa, their postures upright and meticulous.

Hermione felt a little awkward. It was not like they had never been alone together before, but now it felt strange that they were left alone in her house.

Especially after being bitten by Loren last night, the strange feeling became even worse when I thought about it.

After breakfast, her sleepiness seemed to disappear temporarily, and she even felt very energetic.

"Do you want to sleep a little longer?" Hermione tilted her head.

Loren, who always sleeps whenever he can, is very energetic now. He shook his head gently, "I won't be sleepy after breakfast."

"Well, what should we do now?" Now that they were alone, Hermione still didn't quite dare look into Loren's eyes. The clear blue color, like the ocean, would absorb people's thoughts.

"When you ask that, I don't even know which of us is the guest." Loren said with a smile, "What do you usually do at home? Take me with you."

After hearing this, the strange feeling in Hermione's heart slowly disappeared, and she relaxed: "In the past, during school holidays, I would read books and do handicrafts at home. After becoming a student at Hogwarts, I have been practicing magic and reading wizard books during holidays."

Loren's heart fluttered briefly as he thought of the several large boxes of handicrafts in the room.

Hermione's life is very simple and you can see through it at a glance. She goes to school and studies, and after school she prepares for and reviews. She also spends her extra free time reading books for entertainment. When doing handicrafts, she should remember her parents' advice not to overuse her eyes.

In this way, the handicrafts collected piled up into several boxes.

She had no friends, no childhood, people at school called her a nerd, and she couldn't play with kids her age in the community.

No wonder Hermione was so afraid of being expelled from Hogwarts, because this was her new and wonderful new life, a new life full of fun and miracles.

Loren exhaled and changed the subject, "So, what do you want to take me to, Miss Granger?"

Hermione thought for a moment, her eyes slowly brightening up: "I have finished reading the books in my own little study. I want to go to my parents' study to read, but they won't let me in."

Loren looked at Hermione's eager expression and was hesitant to accept the suggestion.

No wonder Hermione was so interested in the books in the restricted section of the Hogwarts library. It turns out that there is a restricted section in her home.

Lauren could guess what the Grangers were thinking. They were both dentists and graduated from medical schools, so most of the books in their study were medical books. Whether it was anatomical diagrams or disease samples, most of the illustrations were not suitable for children and were not suitable for Hermione to read. The Grangers were thinking about Hermione's physical and mental health.

The swollen and twisted muscle tissue, crooked teeth, and red and swollen skin would probably give young Hermione nightmares for days.

More importantly, if you go into a place like a study and look around, it will definitely leave traces.

What if the Grangers could detect that they had been in through the folds of the pages or the position of the pen? Wouldn't that mean that a naughty classmate was leading their good daughter astray?

But looking at Hermione's sparkling eyes, which seemed to be filled with starlight in her brown eyes, Loren couldn't say no.

"This is your home, you can make your own arrangements." Loren compromised. Even Snape had to handle a snake in his office. How many things could be more difficult to accept than this?

"Great!" cried Hermione delightedly.

If she were alone, she might not be able to make this decision, but with Loren by her side, it would be different. Criminals will always feel less psychological pressure when they have an accomplice.

From this perspective, it was indeed Loren who led Hermione astray.

Hermione grabbed Loren's hand and crouched with him to the door of the Grangers' study. She took out her wand and whispered, "Alaho Open."

The door lock made a slight "click" sound, and the lock core twisted under the effect of magic, and the defense measures set up by the Grangers were broken.

Hermione carefully and gently turned the handle and pushed the door open.

Loren followed the little witch and whispered, "Hermione, why do we have to act like thieves?"

He clearly felt Hermione's movements stiffen for a moment, and then Hermione smiled sheepishly, "Yes, Mom and Dad are not at home, we can watch it openly."

Hermione reached out and touched the switch on the wall, and the white light on the ceiling came on, illuminating the entire study.

The study is almost as big as the living room, with solid wood flooring and walls painted the same light blue as the exterior walls. In the middle is a long black desk with a matte brown wood surface and circles and dots on it, and next to it are two square wooden chairs of the same color.

It was as if one could see the Grangers sitting there processing the unfinished work at the clinic, or one checking last month's expense bill while the other filled out a tax return.

The two graduated from medical school, set up a clinic together, built a home, and then welcomed the birth of Hermione.

There is a bookshelf on each side, both are filled to the brim. On one side are professional medical books, and on the other side are other kinds of miscellaneous books, mostly literary novels, and some bestsellers.

Hermione was unconsciously excited when she saw the books. She skipped over those obscure medical books and headed for other kinds of miscellaneous books.

"The Secret Pilgrim, The Great Railway Fair..." Hermione read the names of the books aloud, "Mum doesn't let me read these. She thinks I'm not old enough to read them."

It was better than Loren had imagined, at least Hermione had no interest in medical books at the moment. As for Mrs. Granger's idea, it was also out of protection for young minds, and every age had its own books to read.

It's like letting a child read Mo Yan's "Feng*Fei*", which is also inappropriate.

Loren chose his words carefully: "Maybe she is right?"

"I know, but I just wanted to take a look." Hermione's cheeks flushed with excitement, "You pick one too, and we'll take a look."

Lauren immediately understood that Hermione didn't have to read these books, but the Grangers' ban aroused her thoughts.

Hermione had found her target. She picked up a book, squatted down and flipped through it quickly. She didn't look like she was reading seriously at all, she was just doing it for excitement.

He squatted down to see what book Hermione was reading. There were few words in the book, mostly illustrations. The two stick figures in the pictures demonstrated the movements clearly: turning and hitting, hugging and throwing, scissor kicks and strangling...

Loren gently lifted the page and checked the name of the book - "Krav Maga Analysis".

Looking at Hermione again, she was completely immersed in the book, her eyes sparkling and shining, obviously she liked the book very much.

Loren was silent for a moment, but he finally mustered up the courage to close Hermione's book and put it back on the shelf.

Hermione looked at this series of actions, a little confused: "What are you doing?"

"Let's practice magic. The morning time shouldn't be wasted."

Loren's reason was very legitimate, but he was not very confident. "Didn't you say that memory is best and condition is best in the morning, so learning can be more efficient in the morning?"

Hermione eyed him suspiciously.

"I want to practice the Patronus Charm with you."

"Patronus?" Hermione's eyes lit up. "Then let's go to the backyard and practice."

Hermione looked back at the name of the book carefully, as if trying to remember it, and then pulled Loren out of the study.

Loren followed behind without saying a word, silently raising the priority of Apparition several levels.

The Grangers' breakfast time was around 7:30, and even though they had gone on an adventure in the study, the morning sun outside still had a lingering halo, the bright white mixed with the orange-yellow clouds, conveying a scene full of vitality.

The two stepped into the courtyard. The water that was splashed yesterday had been completely absorbed by the grass, with only some dewdrops hanging on the leaves and grass branches.

Seeing that Hermione seemed to be still thinking about the fighting skills in the book, Loren took out his wand and waved it gently, signaling Hermione to pay attention:

"The Patronus Charm is an ancient, mysterious spell that is a reaction to our most positive emotions. It summons a Patronus in animal form that repels certain dark creatures, such as Dementors and Voldemorts. You know all this, right?"

"Ok, I know."

Speaking of magic, Hermione's eyes were firm. "Miranda Goshawk mentioned this spell. It is a symbolic spell. People believe that wizards who can use the Patronus Charm always have lofty ideals. Those wizards who can summon physical Patronuses are often elected as high-ranking officials of the Wizengamot and the Ministry of Magic."

"Dark wizards, in contrast, are considered unable to cast the Patronus Charm."

Loren couldn't help but look at him and exclaimed, "You didn't memorize all the books written by Miranda Goshawk."

He only knew that Hermione admired this legendary witch and might have studied her "Standard Spells" series of books in advance, but it was too outrageous that she could even recite content beyond the "Standard Spells".

Hermione took it as a compliment and said with a smile, "I just wrote down the parts that interested me."

The morning light shines on the girl's confident face, sparkling.

Loren looked away with difficulty and brought the topic back on track: "When casting a spell, you need to concentrate on recalling the happiest memory you can think of. The stronger the pleasure brought by the memory, the stronger the effect of the spell..."

"Dumbledore can also use the Patronus to communicate, which is very convenient."

By the time the sun completely emerged from the clouds, Loren had finished explaining all the theories.

"Let's start practicing."

"Expecto Patronus" Loren drew a circle with his magic wand, and wisps of silver light the size of a head appeared on it. The drifting light mist and some condensed silver ribbons kept floating and spinning.

Hermione moved her face closer to examine it, then looked up at Loren and said, "I can't tell what animal it is."

"I still can't summon a physical Patronus. Dumbledore said I need to practice more." Loren was also observing the ball of silver light. It looked a little bigger than when it was in Dumbledore's office.

Alas, I didn’t expect Eryang to be even more annoyed than the first time. Everyone, please take care of yourselves.

I will make up the 4k I owe as soon as possible.

Chapter 128 Who is the bad boy?

Compared to the fist-sized ball of light a few days ago, the ball of light is now about the same size as Hermione's head.

Hermione curiously poked the ball of light with her fingers. Her white and tender fingers passed directly over it. She blinked and said, "I can't feel anything."

"Could it be that this ball of light needs to become as big as your patronus animal in order to take shape?" Hermione guessed thoughtfully.

"That shouldn't take long."

It was several times bigger than it was three days ago, and Loren was quite satisfied with the progress.

He stopped casting the spell, restrained the silver light at the tip of his wand, and looked at Hermione. "You try it."

Hermione straightened her casting posture and recited to herself: the spell is [Expecto Patronus], the wand should draw a circle, and recall the happiest memory.

The early morning wind swept across the wilderness and into the courtyard, blowing Hermione's unkempt hair into the air.

Hermione paused to think.

A year ago, before the girl received the Hogwarts acceptance letter, she didn't know that she was a very talented witch.

For a long time, she studied in ordinary schools. Her parents, who were dentists, spent a lot of money to send her to a private school. The teachers were very dedicated and the curriculum was very rich.

Hermione, who has been influenced by her mother since she was a child, loves reading and learning. She follows the teacher's teaching closely and completes all homework perfectly.

But other than that, there's nothing much.

Most of her classmates disliked Hermione, who was excellent in every subject, and thought she was a nerd. During her spare time at school, she only exchanged polite greetings with her classmates, but she had no social interaction outside the school.

Her parents were worried about this, but they couldn't show it. However, Hermione didn't feel unhappy at all during that time. She attended classes well at school, and had her parents accompany her at home. Her life was fulfilling and wonderful.

But, there was no excitement.

When it comes to her happiest memory, Hermione can immediately think of the day when she received the acceptance letter from Hogwarts, and Professor McGonagall opened a door full of miracles for her.

From then on, her life was completely different from the previous ten years. Diagon Alley, Hogwarts, the Sorting Hat...

All the pictures come alive because of magic.

The one who shines brightly in the vivid picture is the person with a bad character in front of him.

He always loves to play tricks on her, always makes her laugh and cry, always acts mysteriously, always says things she can't understand...

It was also this person who pulled her out of the situation of being alone forever, took her out for night outings, took her to break school rules, and did all kinds of things she would never do. Even when he was a guest at her home, he took her to sneak into her parents' study one day and secretly drank beverages.

Hermione's lips curled up into a charming smile. She knew the happiest memories very well:

"[Calling God to Guard]"

The vine wood wand burst out with bright silver light, like twinkling stars, illuminating the courtyard under the sun.

A silver light flashed and then quickly went out.

Loren was a little stunned. Are you open it?

"Try it again!" Loren said with a strange look on his face. Why are they all Patronus spells? Yours is different from mine.

Hermione was also amazed at the light she emitted for the first time. She waved her wand again: "Expecto Patronus"

This time it was normal. A fist-sized silver light ball emerged from the tip of the wand, emitting a soft glow.