days at Hogwarts

Chapter 125
Loren suppressed a smile, compared to Miss Know-It-All who has always been assertive and successful in school.At home, the little girl who is in a hurry because she drank too many drinks and can't eat dinner is very cute.

He glanced outside the house, the sun outside was golden, and said: "Go to your backyard for a walk, let's take a walk. Walk around, the water in the stomach will be digested and absorbed."

"Really?" Hermione poked her head into the kitchen.Monica just started to process the ingredients, and it should take a while before the meal is ready.

She nodded and led Loren to the backyard.

Bright floor-to-ceiling windows are the door to the backyard with verdant lawn and trees outside.

The area of ​​the courtyard is very large, more than half the size of the house.A few steps ahead of the floor-to-ceiling windows is a concrete platform with a width of just over one meter.A row of low shrubs ran through the shrubs, and in front of them was level grass, with a small tree standing straight in the middle of the grass.There are tall green trees planted around the three outer walls, of which there are no categories.

Under the golden sun is a piece of emerald green, and the air is exceptionally fresh.

Hermione was also less anxious.

Loren narrowed his eyes slightly and then opened them again. After adapting to the light, he asked, "Why are they all green? Are there no flowers?"

The two slowly paced in the yard, stepping on the soft grass, breathing the fresh air, and the sun was not as hot as it was at noon.

It was the first time for Hermione to visit the backyard when she came back from vacation, so she went upstairs to look upstairs before whispering, "All the flowers raised by my father died, so I changed them to trees and shrubs that are easy to survive. ..."

Before he could finish speaking, a window upstairs opened.

Hermione looked over nervously.

Wendell leaned out of the window and asked loudly to the two people below: "Where did the furniture here come from?"

Even across a floor, Loren could clearly see the excited expression on Wendell's face.

Before Loren and Hermione could answer, he waved his hand again and shouted, "It's magic, right! I have to take a good look at the bed you created with magic."

Wendell disappeared again.

Hermione coughed lightly, and said, "Don't worry, my dad has strange knowledge about wizards."

Loren nodded slightly, it was obvious.

Hermione didn't want him to pay more attention to her father, so she hurriedly introduced, "The little tree in the middle was planted by myself."

Speaking of this, Hermione's face became more proud, and the girl's voice was full of pride: "Our family went to buy together. My father bought a lot of flowers, so I bought a small sapling. But only the sapling survived Yes, it's the longest-living plant in this garden."

"What about the surrounding trees?" Loren asked, pointing to a circle of trees beside the outer wall. Those trees were taller.

Hermione glanced upstairs again, and said in a low voice, "After my father's flowers died, they were transplanted from outside."

"When I'm at home, I always want to prune the shrubs and trees, but I can only do it on weekends under their supervision. Usually I can only water."

Hermione pulled out a hose out of nowhere and started watering.

Her eyes were bright, and she carefully restrained herself from waving the water hose to spray in the distance, and said, "After I went to Hogwarts to study, I always hired someone to trim it."

The jets of water poured over the shrubs and then sprinkled on the grass, and the arcs they drew in the air flickered.

Walk slowly, water slowly, everything is fine ahead.

Hermione didn't know why she was bewitched by Loren later, and blocked the water outlet with her fingers, and the water sprayed from one end to the other.

"Higher, higher!" Loren commanded from the side.

Hermione nodded cheerfully.

Soon the water in the water pipe was taller than the trees, and the water splashed in all directions, filling the air with a slight mist.

The two quickly went crazy.

Most of the sun has sunk into the horizon, and there is even a shadow of the moon in the sky, but it is not completely dark yet.

"time to eat!"

Monica's voice jolted them out of their joy.

The two looked at the flooded courtyard and looked at each other, both feeling a little embarrassed.

Loren felt sorry for spoiling Hermione as soon as he came.

Hermione was embarrassed by her crazy behavior.

"The sun is good in summer, just don't water tomorrow." Hermione raised her chin and spoke like a master.

"It makes sense, just let it rain."

The two agreed not to mention the matter again, nor to let the Grangers know.After washing their hands, they entered the house one after the other.

Seeing the dinner on the table, Hermione remembered what happened to them before, and said quickly, "I'll be right back!"

She stomped to the bathroom, leaving Loren alone.

"Sit here! Treat this as your own home, and do whatever you want." Wendell patted Loren on the shoulder and led him to a chair at the dining table.

Loren smiled unnaturally.

Monica took the fish and chips out of the kitchen and said with a smile, "Treat this place as your own home."

The Grangers were very enthusiastic, with a touch of awkwardness in their enthusiasm.

Monica prepared a very sumptuous dinner, but they were all home-cooked dishes with a good taste.The atmosphere at the dinner table was enthusiastic with a touch of strangeness.

Loren swallowed a piece of barbecue, and looked up to meet Wendell and Monica's eyes.

The two quickly looked away again.

Loren ate another piece of pastry pie and looked up.

This time they didn't meet their gazes, but their quick movements of turning their heads left afterimages.

Loren felt that the host was more nervous than the guest.

This is indeed the case. Hermione has had few friends since she was a child, let alone invite her classmates to her house.This was the first time that the Grangers entertained Hermione's classmate, and it was a classmate with a poor background.

The two were worried that something was not well taken care of, and they were worried that Loren would feel uncomfortable if they were too enthusiastic.During the day, they negotiated outside and got along naturally, treating him like Hermione, and it was impossible to do it at the dinner table.

So there is the previous behavior.

Hermione, who was a blank sheet of sophistication, didn't realize the situation on the table at all, thinking that this was delicious and that was delicious.

Loren put a piece of beef into his mouth with a fork, and a satisfied smile instantly appeared on his face: "It's delicious!"

Without waiting for Monica's reaction, he chewed and swallowed it twice, and said, "The tenderness of the roast is very suitable, tender enough without the smell of blood, which requires a lot of heat."

Monica smiled faintly, while Hermione and Wendell were a little confused.

Loren ate another piece: "It's better than Hogwarts food, do you know wizard food?"

"Call out the name of the food, and the food you want to eat will appear in front of you."

Hermione stared blankly at Loren, why is this person so weird, and what is he talking about.

Wendell's eyes widened, listening to Loren's follow-up.

"Many of the Hogwarts menus are left by one of the founders, Hufflepuff, a legendary wizard. House elves are in charge of cooking. They use magic to cook, and the food will cut itself up and serve. pot."

"But I have to say, Ms. Granger, what you cook is ten thousand times better than those magical chefs!"

After some words, Wendell's curiosity and thirst for knowledge were satisfied, and Monica was praised with a smile on her face.

The strangeness mixed in the warm atmosphere on the table was thrown away and replaced by another kind of strangeness.

Loren can find praise for every dish, from the heat, the sauce to the selection of ingredients, and they can all be connected with the magical world.

Tapping the hearts of both Wendell and Monica at once, after a meal, the two felt that they had been treated.

Hermione was stunned, she couldn't understand, she couldn't understand at all.

Loren poked the rosemary on his plate as a garnish with a fork, and said in an exaggerated tone: "This rosemary is really used perfectly. The aroma of the spice and the aroma of the oil are perfectly blended, and it relieves the greasy smell of the oil."

Monica grinned: "Eat more if it tastes good, treat this place as your own home, and let me tell you what you want to eat."

"Tell us about the process of using magic to peel potatoes." Wendell hadn't touched the tableware for a long time, so he listened to Loren saying that this was his spiritual food.

Hermione:  …

After a meal, the Grangers were completely relaxed, and fell in love with Loren thoroughly.

After eating, Monica stacked the tableware and smiled like a flower: "You guys watch TV for a while and chat."

Loren took advantage of the opportunity to perform magic washing dishes, solving Monica's heaviest work in one go.

Monica and Wendell were sitting with Loren in the living room. The TV was turned on to the lowest volume, and they only made a background sound. They mainly wanted to chat with Loren.

To be honest, Hermione felt a little redundant.

This feeling is very strange. Hermione, who has no brothers and sisters, feels that her parents' love has been snatched away for the first time in more than ten years.

No matter how she looked at it, she felt that Loren was the real child of the Granger family, and she was the classmate who was invited to be a guest.

And Loren is still checking the favorability of the Grangers.

"The house is well-organized and the cooking is delicious. I almost thought you were a full-time housewife. No, this is better than many full-time housewives." Loren didn't even watch the 480p color TV.

Monica could no longer hold back her smile. She put her hands in front of her mouth and smiled for a while before saying, "Like Wendell, I am also a dentist who graduated from medical school."

Loren's expression became more sincere, "Girls who went to medical school in the 70s, this is amazing."

The words scratched Monica's itch.

At that time, less than 5% of women were admitted to medical school and could complete their studies. In the 70s, women accounted for only a dozen in the dental industry. This figure was supported by dental nurses and dental assistants.A full-on dentist like Monica, really was ahead of its time.

"Girls will encounter a lot of invisible resistance when they go to medical school, some from the society, some from the family." Loren looked serious.

Monica nodded in agreement, "I wanted to give up many times, but..."

The three had a good chat, and Loren asked them about interesting things in medical school, leading them to complain about the professor, and using the Hogwarts professor as an analogy, they complained together.

Loren also revealed his situation from the conversation. He was born in a Muggle family, and the orphanage helped him find his grandfather.It's just that Grandpa Bates is still traveling, so it will be a little later before he can go home.

Then the Grangers began to praise Loren as excellent, handsome, and good-natured.

Hermione huddled on the sofa as a little transparent, her eyes fixed on Loren's face, which was full of sincerity and joy.It seemed the conversations with her parents were all from the heart.

Finally Monica said, "Loren, you can stay here as long as you want."

Hermione felt both happy and strange.

……

Loren changed into the pajamas he carried in the suitcase, lay on the bed and recalled the day's experience, and finally felt that apart from being a little uncomfortable at the beginning, his subsequent performance was perfect.

After two weeks, the Grangers probably thought about adopting him.

But adoption is not allowed, Loren does not want to become brother and sister with Hermione.

"Boom boom boom"

The sound of windows being knocked on.

Loren looked outside to see an owl tapping its beak against the glass.

At this time, who will write to him?
I tipped the owl with what little candy I had left, and watched it fly out the window and disappear into the darkness.

Loren then opened the letter and checked it.

The letter was an urgent letter from Dumbledore.

It was mentioned in the letter that Nagini woke up and that something happened a little unexpectedly.The treatment of the Philosopher's Stone with the ritual is not permanent, and Nagini said that he restarted the process of transforming the snake.

But this process will last for several years, and Nagini is very satisfied, thinking that this effect is already very good.

Dumbledore comforted Loren in the letter, telling him not to worry. Bates' situation is different from Nagini's, and the blood-cursed orcs are more stubborn than werewolves.Even if the effect of the ritual is not permanent, the ritual can be used as a periodic healing method just like using the wolfsbane potion.

Outside the window, the night is as cool as water.

Loren looked at the night outside the window, the letter paper was folded and folded in his hands, and finally crumpled into a crumpled ball of paper.

Dumbledore was right, he reassured himself, that rituals were fine as a form of periodic healing.The effect of one time lasts for several years, which is enough.

But there was a breath in my heart that couldn't be dissipated, couldn't retreat.

He began to recall whether there were any loopholes in the question to Mary, whether there were no time-sensitive qualifiers.

Or the issue of rituals, or the issue of restoring human form.

Loren couldn't figure out the result. He took out the fantasy book from the suitcase and immersed himself in the book.

In the bright library, Flamel sat leisurely on a stool, with books related to bel canto and opera in hand.

"Flamel!"

Loren sat down directly opposite him and began to tell the story: "I discovered a ritual, using the medicinal properties of bicorns and two-eared grass through the Sorcerer's Stone, to perfectly achieve the conditions for using the Charm of Restoring Human Shape. Dumbledore and I Used a method on a blood-cursed orc, but..."

Loren was a little anxious: "Obviously the ceremony was perfect, what went wrong?"

Flamel listened quietly to Loren's narration, and waited until he calmed down before saying: "I can't find the cause of the problem, whether it's the blood curse or the restoration of human form, these are very mysterious magics, and modern wizards have already Unable to decipher its mysteries."

"But I can show you a way," Flamel said.

Loren looked up at Flamel.

"Refining belongs to you, and the characteristic is the magic stone made by living things!"

The sound echoed in the empty space, clear and loud.

(End of this chapter)