days at Hogwarts

Chapter 117 The Summer Vacation of 1992 Begins
Harry and Ron hugged and cheered.

The sudden extra points cleared away all his worries, even being unable to use magic, and going back to Privet Drive during the holidays became less sad.

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

The clamor of the lion cubs was such that it turned the auditorium upside down, jumping up and down around the tables.

"I declare that Gryffindor House has won the House Cup!"

Dumbledore had to roar loudly to drown out the thunderous cheers, "This means that we need to make some small changes to the decoration here."

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, Reckless".

The banquet started with cheers, and there was another burst of loud cheers in the auditorium. The little wizards of Gryffindor threw away their pointed wizard hats and threw them into the starry sky on the dome.

At the guest table, Professor Flitwick clinked glasses with Professor McGonagall. Professor McGonagall drank the wine in the goblet in one gulp. Everyone knew that she was very happy.

Hagrid raised his extra-large beer glass and joined the students in cheering.

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

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

Loren cheerfully gnawed on the pig's head that he had been thinking about all along. Seeing Hermione's shy look, he thought that this title could be called until next year.

Ron began to pull Seamus to tell the story again, this time reviewing the entire school year, from the troll at Halloween to Professor Quirrell at the end.

"Every time, I played an extremely critical role." He had a proud expression on his face, and vividly depicted various dangerous scenes with his hands, the flying kick of the troll, and the black magic of Quirrell.

The twins rarely booed, and while they ate, they memorized the dangers of Ron's story.

"Guess which story Mom will like?"

"Guess how many days little Ronnie will be in bed?"

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

Hermione finally regained her composure. She sniffed the aroma of food and raised her head.

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

Hermione gave him a blank look and snatched all the food on his plate except the pig's head.

The colorful ornaments reflected the star-like light in the golden candlelight, and the festive atmosphere permeated the air, and the gap between the collision of wine glasses was full of joyful laughter.

The magic candles on the tables and candlesticks burn longer and longer, the sweetness of pudding and cream seems to be so sweet that people's dreams are sweet, so sweet that the moon is crooked and smiling.

After the year-end banquet, time seems to have wings and runs fast.

One leisurely morning, Loren and Hermione were huddled in a corner of the lounge talking, head to head, bangs to bangs.They were exchanging their experience on how to break the spell in general.

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

Loren felt the smell of Hermione's body. It was a fresh mint aroma. He didn't know if it was shampoo from the wizarding world or Muggle.

Hermione smelled a kind of orange fragrance on Loren's body, which was the fruit he ate for breakfast on his body.

It started in the morning. They were lying on the window to watch the sunrise, and they were still chatting on their stomachs after the sunrise.Unknowingly, they changed from lying on the window to curling up in the corner together.

The two talked about going from camping to ranch skiing, from Andersen to Beedle the poet, and then talking about investing and talking about what kind of small business is suitable for the magic world, and finally turned into a learning exchange.

No one knows how long they chatted, anyway, the sun is hanging high outside now.

"There are two kinds of spells for universal cracking spells, one is the elementary spell stop (Finite Incantatem), and the other is the end of all curses (Finite). This is a rare spell that reduces the difficulty of casting spells by adding qualifiers." Hermione's voice was small, and her breath hit Loren's face when she spoke.

They were like spies in a joint, exchanging some secret signals, Loren's voice was also suppressed, "Got it, I just have a question."

"You said."

"Why do we have to speak in a low voice like thieves." Loren's breath blowing on Hermione's face made her feel a slight itch.

"do not know."

Hermione raised her head and looked at Loren, and Loren also looked at Hermione. The calm eyes of the two collapsed the moment they looked at each other, and then they laughed together, leaning back and forth.

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

It seemed that it was some great joke to huddle here and speak in a low voice. They laughed until there were tears in their eyes before they stopped.

"Hermione! Loren!" Neville's voice came from the opening of the lounge, breaking up the charming between the two.

They got up, ran to Neville in a panic as if fleeing from something.

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

Hermione didn't speak, and kept stroking the hair next to her ear.That's the way curly hair is, she thought, and it's just hard to manage, there's nothing to doubt about that.

"It's nothing." Loren made a serious expression, "Do you want us to do something?"

Neville was still a little suspicious, but he didn't press further, and handed them the first two sheets of parchment, "The final exam results are out, you are No.1, second—"

Before he finished speaking, Hermione screamed and snatched the report card, eager to check it.

The movement here was quickly discovered by other young wizards, and everyone screamed and rushed to surround Neville, scrambling to snatch their report cards.

"Don't grab! One by one..." Neville's voice was drowned out by the crowd.

Hermione looked at the report card happily, and it was no surprise that she was No.1, with an O in every subject.

Hermione's face was flushed with excitement, hit by the sudden surprise.Even Charms, which she was most worried about, was an O. Professor Flitwick didn't deduct points for his wrong dance with a pineapple.

Loren roughly glanced at the report card, and he got O in every subject, but the specific score should be worse than Hermione, so he ranked No.2.

Hermione was still buried in her report card, with a smile on her lips, "Transfiguration, O. Charms, O..."

"Relax now? Your Lady Queen of Gryffindor." Loren leaned over and said softly.

Then elbowed Hermione.

At lunch, everyone was talking about grades.

Harry and Ron passed their exams with high marks, O's in all subjects except Potions and Herbology.Neville also made it through with ease, his Herbology grades excellent.

"I don't understand why even the troll Goyle can pass the exam." Harry asked this question seriously, he was not joking, he was genuinely puzzled.

Goyle of Slytherin was a famous idiot, and before that, Harry had always thought that he would fail his exams and be expelled from school.He had been looking forward to it for a long time, because Goyle was also one of Malfoy's followers.

"Oh, Harry, you need to know." Ron seemed like a wise philosopher, "It's impossible to have everything go your way in life."

Harry thought back to the College Cup winners of the past few days, passed the exam with high scores, and finally nodded solemnly, agreeing with this statement.

Loren pricked up his ears and listened for a while. From Hufflepuff to Slytherin, there was not a single one who failed.

He began to think, does Hogwarts really have any screening measures?

I'm afraid that as long as you take the exam, you can graduate, and you haven't even heard of repeating a grade.

No wonder one generation is not as good as the next generation, happy education is harmful, and the magic world eats jujube pills.

Report cards were the last thing left at school, and it seemed like all of a sudden, all the little wizards had packed their bags.A notice was sent to every little wizard, telling them when school started, what to prepare for the next school year, and warning them not to use magic during the holidays.

This morning, after breakfast, the little wizards walked out of the castle gate one after another, went to the platform opposite the Black Lake, and boarded the Hogwarts Express.

There are mountains and lakes around Hogwarts Castle, and there are always thin fog and water vapor in the summer morning, which is very cool.

Loren and Hermione were at the end of the line and walked slowly forward.

Hermione repacked her luggage, putting everything into the small purple linen satchel, leaving only a few clothes in the only box for pretense.

"Because of some reasons that I can't say yet, I have to stay in school for a few more days, and then I will take the Dumbledore Super Express back." Loren said.

He is going to try to heal Nagini with the Philosopher's Stone.

Hermione ignored the cold joke. She knew that Loren had always been mysterious. Dumbledore could even give him the Sorcerer's Stone, so there must be many secrets in it.

"I don't know why, obviously you are also a little wizard from a Muggle family." Hermione complained, she thought that the two of them could still eat snacks together in the carriage like they did when school started.

"Don't worry, I may visit your house soon." Loren was a little helpless. Grandpa Bates had no date for his return, and he might go to Hermione to seek shelter at that time.

Summer vacation is longer than Christmas, and the sadness of parting is stronger than before.

Maybe it was the steamy, humid fresh air, or maybe it was the thought that they would meet soon, Hermione sniffed and felt much better.

Seeing the platform in front of him from a distance, Loren stood still and said, "I'll send it here. Then, Miss Granger, I wish you a pleasant holiday."

Hermione's voice was muffled, "Goodbye."

But soon, all the depression and dissatisfaction were squeezed out by a hug, and Hermione smelled the smell of oranges, unreasonably thinking that Loren must like oranges very much.

Then Hermione couldn't remember how she boarded the train, explaining to Harry and Ron that Loren was staying for a few days.

In a trance, the countryside outside the train window became more and more crisp and tidy.They saw Muggle towns running back, and the train soon stopped at King's Cross platform nine and three-quarters.

Hermione, Harry, and Ron walked out of the wall together and said goodbye at the exit back to the Muggle world.

"Remember to come to our house to play during the summer vacation." Ron was still chewing Bibi's multi-flavored beans, his face was full of excitement for the coming of the holiday, "I will send an owl to invite you, and Loren will too."

"I'm looking forward to it. I really need something to look forward to during the long vacation." Harry said weakly.

"Goodbye! I wish you a happy holiday!" Hermione had already seen her parents, pulling an empty suitcase and running quickly with a purple bag on her shoulders.

Harry and Ron were jostled by the crowd, eagerly looking for their families.

"There he is, Mom, look, there he is!" A crisp voice sounded, "Harry Potter! I see him!"

Mrs. Weasley pulled another little girl with pink hair to appear in front of them.

"Oh, my sister didn't see his brother first." Ron said sourly.

But no one paid any attention to him, Mrs Weasley was greeting Harry, the two were like a close mother and son.

"Isn't it a busy year?"

"Some, thanks for the fudge and sweater you gave me."

"That's nothing, honey."

"This is Ginny, she will enter school next year." Mrs. Weasley introduced the little girl next to her.

"You, hello, Harry, very...very..." The little girl's face was almost as red as her hair.

Harry didn't hear the words clearly, thinking it was an extremely shy girl, "Ginny, nice to meet you."

Ginny blushed even more, and she shuffled to hide behind Mrs Weasley.

Ron watched this scene expressionless, like he was an outsider.

The twins and Percy came after a while later, and Harry watched the lively, red-haired group walk away.

"Are you ready? Harry, we're going back to Privet Drive on our motorcycles." An energetic voice sounded.

Harry suddenly turned his head and looked at the man in black in disbelief, "Sirius! Why are you here?!"

"Ha! Didn't expect that, I bought a house on Privet Drive..."

The first year of school, full of magic and wonder, ended, and thus began the summer vacation of 1992.

Office of the Headmaster of Hogwarts.

Dumbledore and Loren sat opposite each other across the desk. The desk was empty instead of the previous scene full of documents. There were only two cups of tea and an upside-down hat.

Loren looked at some dirt on the outside of the hat, and the coiled and shrunken snake inside the hat, "So, she has always used the hat as a nest?"

Dumbledore sipped his tea and smiled, "It seems that she agrees with my aesthetics, although I haven't worn this hat since I was 70 years old."

"Do you have any ideas about how to change back?" Loren asked, "A person who can't tell, the answer to me is this."

Loren pointed to the red dot between his eyebrows.

Flamel also only said that he is qualified to use the Sorcerer's Stone, and that he may be able to use Nicol's Sorcerer's Stone to heal werewolves and blood-cursed orcs, but he doesn't know the ritual either.

The longer-term solution is to take the path of biological refinement, let Loren's Philosopher's Stone play the role of biological refinement, and train Bates and Nagini.But no one knows how long it will take.

In the illusion of "The Book of Abraham", Loren seeks answers from the mysterious being, Mary in the mirror, and gets a blood mole between her eyebrows, but she doesn't know how to use it.

(End of this chapter)