days at Hogwarts

Chapter 1 Loren Morgan
November 1981, Hampshire, England.

On the bustling streets of the city, the hawkers who are gradually distributed look forward to every passerby, especially those who have just come out of the cinema next door, buy some puffs and other snacks on the way home, and bring a hair rope for the child. Small objects are nothing more than a normal thing.

Near the end of the street, the three members of the Morgan family are still reminiscing about this happy day.

"It's a perfect day, Mrs. Morgan, maybe I can invite you to spend the next weekend with me." The man walking on the left holding the child is about 20 years old, handsome, and there is an unstoppable smile on the corner of his mouth when he speaks meaning.

"Well, Mr. Morgan, it's a good proposal, but I have to think about it." The beautiful woman next to him stuffed the last cream puff into her mouth and swallowed it. Rub it lightly a few times.

The two looked at each other and laughed.

Loren, who was lying in the man's arms, was a little speechless. Similar scenes had been repeated in the year since he came to this world, and it was too boring to bear.

Humming twice with nougat in his mouth, he changed into a comfortable position and planned to go back to sleep, even though he had an adult soul, but this body was just that of a 1-year-old child.

The happy scene didn't last long.

"Peter! You will pay for your actions!"

The roar came from behind the young couple, which made people's ears hurt, and the voice was filled with monstrous anger.

A chunky figure in a gray suit rushed out quickly, skipped past the young couple and turned into the street corner and disappeared.

Turning his head, he saw a tall and thin man with a messy beard and hair, blood-red eyes, staring straight ahead, holding a long and thin wooden stick in his hand. He was the one who made the roar just now.

The young couple on the side of the road was a little at a loss. They looked at each other and avoided a few steps tacitly.

Loren suddenly felt a strong anxiety and panic. Goosebumps spread from the back of his neck to his scalp, and his heartbeat was so fast that he could hear it.

"Run!" he babbled.

boom!
A strong shock wave erupted from the corner of the street, blowing away the surrounding houses, splashing mud and stones, the bricks and stones on the floor were lifted, and the sewer mouth was exposed, like an earthquake.

For a moment, little Loren could only see his father protecting him and his mother, and his mother hiding him under her body, and the sky blue skirt blocked his sight.

Loren's eyes glowed with blue light, diverging from the pupils, covering the originally black eyes.

Sirius looked sideways, a little surprised that such a young child had a magical riot, but it doesn't matter, damn Peter...

The warm sticky seeped into Loren's clothes, and then passed out.

……

"This is so cruel, Crouch, this damn Death Eater almost blew up the whole street, killed a dozen Muggles and Peter Pettigrew, and he only had one finger left." Cornelius Fudge, in a striped suit, looked at the scene and said that there was still fear in his eyes.

When he arrived, Sirius Black stood in the purgatory of the scene, laughing oddly.

Standing next to him was Barty Crouch. A big incident happened yesterday, and they hadn't closed their eyes all night.Even so, he still wears a straight tie and his hair is neatly combed.

These bloody Death Eaters must go into Azkaban, must give him a Dementor's Kiss, he murmured to himself.

"According to the "Secrecy Act" regulations, communicate with the Muggle government to give some compensation to the deceased..." He came back to his senses, and calmly arranged one order after another.

The Aurors around were delighted and methodically cleared the memories of the Muggles.

Voldemort was down, and all would be well, they thought.

……

Sir Hillier Children's Home, Hampshire, June 1985.

5-year-old Loren Morgan is helping Sister Joyce organize the clothes she collected for donations. Here, older children can help with less strenuous chores. They know that well-behaved people are more likely to be adopted.

"Sister Joyce, when will Mr. Bumble come back?" Loren missed Mr. Bumble, the head of the cafeteria who gave him some food from time to time.After he left, Loren felt a little dizzy from time to time. He guessed that it was anemia caused by malnutrition.

Hearing this disgusting name, Joyce's expression froze, and then she comforted softly: "Mr. Bumble has gone on a long journey, and he probably won't return to work in our orphanage."

Loren felt a little regretful that the source of free food was gone.

"Can we stop eating potatoes that night?" Loren felt that he hadn't eaten as many potatoes in his past 20 years as he had eaten in recent years.

"Well, maybe we can cook potatoes in a different way. Do you have any good suggestions?" Joyce knew that the food in the orphanage was barely enough, and more money was needed to buy coal and clothes for the winter.

Little Loren sighed, frowned, and didn't answer.

Joyce looked at the small person in front of her, with her blue crystal eyes raised and her eyelids stretched out. She was as sad as an adult and thought it was funny.

"People from the church and the government are here today, and they are talking to Ms. Maggie. Maybe we will have new food." Joyce relieved, or maybe it was to deal with the incident last month. Thought.

Before the words fell, there was a knock on the door.

"Joyce, bring Loren out to hear the good news!" The voice of the lady at the door was also full of joy.

The good news that can be heard in the orphanage is still to bring the children together.Such words made Joyce have some guesses.She immediately pulled Loren up and rushed out of the house.

"Maggie, what's the good news?" Joyce asked eagerly.

"Come with me," Maggie replied

Ms. Maggie took the two of them to the living room. She is the dean of the orphanage. She is 40 years old this year, but she still walks neatly and looks like she is in a hurry.

There were two people sitting in the living room, one was wearing a white monk's robe, and the other was wearing a single-breasted black overcoat. When he saw the three of them, he immediately stood up.

Ms. Maggie began: "This is Deacon Thorne from the church and Mr. Pinault from the City Hall."

Just as Joyce was about to greet the two gentlemen, Pino spoke first: "Time is short, let me introduce the situation. Last week when we sorted out the household registration information, we found that this Loren Morgan's mother still had an uncle alive. We I called and asked, and he expressed his willingness to raise Loren."

Thorn added: "Go through the formalities as soon as possible. We will escort little Loren out tomorrow morning, and we can come back before the end of the month."

"Great!" Joyce hugged little Loren in surprise, God finally saw this suffering child.

Loren was a little overwhelmed. When he opened his eyes, he was already in this orphanage. After a little older, Ms. Maggie told him that his parents died in a car accident.Loren vaguely felt that this was not the case, but he couldn't recall the memory before the orphanage.

His memories in this world revolve around this orphanage, the gentle Sister Joyce, the stern but kind Ms. Maggie, and Mr. Bumble who always gave him food, although he left the orphanage last month .

Knowing that he was about to leave suddenly, he felt a little panicked.

Ms. Maggie asked Joyce and Loren to go back to pack some things to take away, and she accompanied Mr. Pinault and Deacon Thorne to handle the documents.

The next morning, at the gate of the orphanage.

Joyce stood outside the car, looking at little Loren in the back seat of the car, her eyes were full of reluctance, she liked this clever little rascal.Handed him a small bundle wrapped in white cloth, which contained some clothes and small items.

"Come back and see when you grow up, Loren." She kissed Loren's forehead.

Loren's cheeks were a little hot, and he nodded.

"Cheer up, kid! We have to go!" Mr. Pino, the co-pilot, sounded a little happy.

The light blue Ford Anglia gradually accelerated and drove into the distance.

Watching the black spot gradually disappear from view, Joyce couldn't help asking, "Did Loren really go to his relative's house?"

"I don't know, Joyce, this is the result of the above. Little Loren will be properly arranged, and Bumble will be punished by the Lord." Ms. Maggie replied a little helplessly.

"Bumble deserves to be punished!" Joyce still felt disgusted thinking of that person...

(End of this chapter)