days at Hogwarts

Chapter 128 Who Is The Bad Boy

Compared with the fist-sized light ball a few days ago, the current light ball is about the size of Hermione's head.

Hermione poked the ball of light curiously with her fingers, and her tender fingers passed directly by. She blinked and said, "I don't feel any touch at all."

"Could it be that this ball of light needs to become as big as your patron saint animal to take shape?" Hermione speculated thoughtfully.

"That shouldn't be too long."

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

He stopped casting spells, restrained the silver light from the tip of his wand, looked at Hermione, "Try it."

Hermione corrected the posture of casting the spell, and said silently in her heart: the spell is [Call God to Guard], the wand needs to draw a circle, recalling the happiest memory.

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

Hermione pondered.

A year ago, when the girl hadn't received the admission letter from Hogwarts, she didn't know that she was a very talented witch.

For a long time she went to schools for the common people, and her parents, who were dentists, paid a fortune to send her to private schools.The teachers are very conscientious and the courses are 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 assignments perfectly.

But other than that, there's nothing else.

Most of the classmates don't like Hermione, who is excellent in every subject, and think she is a nerd.During the spare time at school, I spent polite greetings with my classmates, but when I left the school, I didn’t socialize at all.

Parents were worried and anxious about this, but they couldn't show it, but Hermione didn't feel that there was anything unhappy during that time. She took good classes at school and was accompanied by her parents at home, which was fulfilling and beautiful.

But, nothing happened.

If you talk about the happiest memory, Hermione can immediately think of the day when she received the admission letter from Hogwarts, and Professor McGonagall opened a door full of miracles to her.

Since then, her life has been completely different from the previous ten years, Diagon Alley, Hogwarts, the Sorting Hat...

All the pictures became vivid because of magic.

Shining brightly in the vivid picture is the man with a bad personality in front of him.

Always teasing people, always making her dumbfounded, always being mysterious, always saying things she couldn't understand...

It was also this person who pulled himself out of the situation where he was always alone, took her on night tours, took her to violate school rules, and did all kinds of things she would never do.Even if he was a guest at her house, he would sneak her into her parents' study for a day and drink drinks secretly.

The corner of Hermione's mouth gently evoked a charming smile, and she couldn't be more clear about the happiest memory:

"【Calling God Guard】"

The wand of vinewood shone bright silver like twinkling stars, illuminating the courtyard in the sun.

The silver light flashed and then went out quickly.

Loren was a little dazed, did you drive?

"Try it again!" Loren said with a strange look, why are they all Patronus spells? Yours is different from mine.

Hermione was also amazed by the light she emitted for the first time, she waved her wand again: "【Calling God for Protection】"

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

Hermione tried a few more times, but couldn't reproduce the effect of the first time.

Loren breathed a sigh of relief, he was afraid that Hermione would not be able to learn it, and he was also afraid that Hermione would learn it in one go.

Hermione also knew that this was a normal situation, so she was a little lost, and started to practice seriously with Loren.

In a car parked on a deserted street, a young couple is having a family conversation.

Wendell turned off the car, looked at the fuel gauge and said, "Is it really right to let Hermione go to the school of wizards and wizards? I mean, should we go to Hogwarts? Their society seems to be completely different from ours. no the same."

"My whole family is most interested in magic, and you seem to be the most active." Monica teased.

"So even I think so, what about you? I know you are more sensible than me, and you don't reject magic, but you don't accept it entirely."

Wendell loosened his seat belt, turned sideways and looked at his wife seriously: "We have experienced a similar era, where new trends of thought are still brewing, and old ideas and systems are like dilapidated buildings, which are dilapidated but not collapsed yet. Still playing a residual role."

"You had a hard time graduating from medical school, and you and I know that environment."

What Wendell was talking about was when she was in college. Even though Monica’s family supported her in studying, there were many prejudiced teachers and students in the medical school. Their eyes were like knives, which made people feel chilling.

Monica still had a smile on her face: "I also hesitated for a while during breakfast. Now I have figured it out. Sending Hermione to Hogwarts is not only because she likes magic, but also for the sake of little Hermione." Minneng grows up healthily."

Wendell understood what Monica meant. Compared with her peers, Hermione was very smart since she was a child, but this kind of smartness was also a burden.

"You know, Hermione's social life is not normal. She didn't have any friends before that. I just think it's right to send Hermione to wizard school. She did learn new things at Hogwarts, learned to communicate with Get along with people and make good friends.”

Wendell nodded in agreement.

Monica thought that the discussion on this topic had come to an end. She reached out and turned the car key, started the car, and said, "Loren is a nice kid, isn't he?"

Wendell relaxed, "Is it because he will praise you for cooking?"

"Of course, at least I don't only read newspapers like you."

"Hey, think about how kind I was to you in college..."

With a kick of the accelerator, the Grangers drove the car towards their happy house.

In the courtyard behind the villa, the applewood and grapevine wands flashed the silver light of the Patronus Charm again and again, showing how hard their masters worked.

Loren stopped releasing the spell, and rubbed his sore wrists, wanting to be lazy and fish.

As if stuck, repeated practice did not increase the size of the light cluster of the Patronus Charm much.

The Patronus Charm is not like other spells. It only needs the caster to recite the spell, wave the spell, and practice it repeatedly.

It is very troublesome. Before casting the spell, you need to do mental construction, recall the happiest memory in your mind, and the mental work that concentrates on it is more tiring than physical work, so this spell is also very labor-intensive to practice.

Hermione noticed that the flickering silver light on the opposite side slowed down and finally stopped.

She glared at the slob, "Dumbledore said that all you have left is to practice more. You should work harder and try to summon the physical Patronus sooner."

"Ah!" Loren groaned, Hermione was very reasonable, but he still wanted to be lazy.

But the "study committee" witch watched him, he had no choice but to wave his wand again.

Seeing that Loren listened, Hermione continued to practice her Patronus Charm.

Seeing that Hermione didn't look at him anymore, Loren thought that it would be too much effort to build up his mind every time he cast a spell, so the spell in his mouth turned around: "【Flashing Fluorescence】"

call out!
A silver light shone from the wand tip, then went out.

The difficulty of casting the Illuminating Charm and the Patronus Charm differs by a thousand miles. Loren can cast the Illuminating Charm with his eyes closed without any effort.

If you don't look carefully, the Illuminating Charm looks like the Patronus Charm, shining brightly.

Although Hermione didn't look at it, she could hear the voice, and she laughed angrily, who was not fooled.

Loren continued: "【Flashing Fluorescence】"

The wand tip lit up again with a whoosh, then went off.

Hermione couldn't hold back, "Do you think I'm a fool? I can't tell the difference between the Illuminating Charm and the Patronus Charm!"

"Keep practicing, don't be lazy." She poked him hard with her finger.

Loren had no choice but to do psychological construction honestly and practice the Patronus Charm.

The silver brilliance flashed and flashed in the courtyard. After a whole morning, the light ball of the patron saint that the two of them could summon was much larger, but it still didn't take shape.

The ball of light summoned by Hermione was almost the size of a head, and Loren's ball of light was already the size of two heads.

Slowly, the sun climbed above the house, and the courtyard wasn't very hot yet, but after practicing all morning and repeating mantras in their mouths, both of them were thirsty.

Loren couldn't hold on anymore, his voice gradually became weaker and weaker, and finally stopped.

Hermione also felt that her mouth and throat were dry, and she couldn't speak the spell smoothly, so she stopped slowly.

"Hermione, are you thirsty?" Loren chuckled.

Hermione swallowed dryly, as if a little.

Hermione understood Loren's hint, yesterday's Coke was indeed very sweet, after hesitating for less than a second, a smile appeared on her face that she was going to do something bad.

The two looked at each other, happily entered the room, walked to the refrigerator, and opened the refrigerator door.

"What do you want to drink?" Loren asked, looking at the drinks in the refrigerator.

"Coke!" Hermione was very decisive.

"Aren't you afraid of tooth decay?" Loren joked, such a Hermione is very interesting.

Hermione retorted: "I brush my teeth on time every day, and drinking a little Coke won't cause tooth decay."

So the Coke reserve in the refrigerator was reduced by two more bottles.

Hermione was already familiar with the process, turning the cap into a straw, and then sipping on the bubbly, cold and sweet black sugar water.

The cold feeling slipped down the throat and entered the stomach.

The two moved in sync and let out a satisfied sigh, "Ah!"

For Hermione, this was a novel and exciting experience.Whether it's sneaking into the study or drinking a Coke, she wouldn't do it before, but with Loren's company, these things become more interesting.

Hermione drank half of the bottle in one gulp, quenching her thirst. A strange sense of guilt arose in her heart, and she looked up depressed and said, "It's all your fault, I've become bad. I never did such bad things before."

"Cough!" Loren almost spit out the Coke, "If you're not thirsty, start blaming me, right? Don't drink what you have left."

Hermione said straightforwardly, "No, it can't be wasted."

"It won't be wasted, I'll drink the rest!"

"You think beautiful!"

While arguing, the two sipped the Coke into their stomachs. Yesterday's Coke ran out of gas, but today's is gone, and one bottle made their stomachs swell.

Taking advantage of Loren's inattention, Hermione took a deep breath and lifted her stomach, then she couldn't hold back and returned to her original state.

She rubbed her stomach with a solemn expression and secretly made up her mind: she can't drink like this in the future.

"Hermione! Hermione!"

"Loren!"

"Come out and help us move things!" Wendell's voice came from outside, and they had already returned.

The two quickly hid the Coke bottle.

Hermione raised her stomach again, and ran out the door bouncing around.

"Dad, what did you buy?" Hermione asked happily as she opened the door.

Wendell opened the trunk and put out big and small bags: "A bigger camping tent, Loren's sleeping bag, some charcoal fire..."

They upgraded the original camping equipment for a family of three to a family of four, and replaced things like tent moisture-proof pads with larger areas.He also added personal items such as sleeping bags and cooking utensils to Loren.

Loren arrived after Hermione, looked at a lot of things, chose a similar bag and carried it into the house.

"Good boy!"

Wendell was still taking things out, "Your mother also bought some medicines, let's update our medicine cabinet."

After closing the car door, the four of them made two trips before moving the things into the house.

Wendell took Loren and Hermione to tidy up the things they just bought, and Monica went to the study to put bills and checkbooks.

Monica came to the study, put the key in but couldn't turn it, she froze for a moment, grabbed the handle and twisted it, and the door opened.

Monica immediately understood what was going on, she leaned out and glanced at the three who were tidying up their things.

The two children, unaware that they had forgotten to clean up the crime scene, were still looking at all kinds of interesting things and instructions, whispering something and laughing loudly.

Monica didn't make a sound, went in and checked the professional bookshelves of medicine to make sure they didn't touch these books.Then I looked at another bookshelf, and there was no sign of being turned over.

As a mother of one, it was immediately clear that the two saw this as a place to explore.

It was Loren's first visit to their house, and he didn't know about the study, but Hermione took him to do it.

As for the unlocking method, it must be magic.

Monica smiled and called, "Hermione, come here!"

Hermione, who was flipping through Loren's new sleeping bag, stiffened her neck. She was quick-thinking and realized that the thief who sneaked into the study was caught.

"Hermione." Monica called again.

Hermione glanced at Loren next to him who didn't notice anything wrong, poked him with a bitter face, and moved her body slowly to subdue the law.

She moved slowly all the way until she entered the study, looking at her mother next to the bookshelf, Hermione walked over shyly.

Monica poked the little naughty forehead with her hand, and asked with a smile, "Which books have you read?"

Hermione replied with a smile: "I didn't turn any books, I just took a look at it, and that one-"

With that said, Hermione stretched out her little hand and pointed to the "Explanation of Krav Maga" on the bookshelf.

Monica didn't read a book that was not suitable for children, so she took it off and handed it to Hermione, and stroked her hair: "Tell mom what book you want to read, and mom will let you read it if she thinks it's suitable. Don't sneak in from now on." .”

Hermione nodded, thinking: How do I know what book I want to read if I don't flip through it.

But dare not show it.

"Go play." Monica brushed Hermione's curly hair and sent her out.

Hermione turned around and left, as if she was afraid that Monica would regret it. She really liked the book.

Monica looked at Hermione's different figure from before, and reaffirmed her decision to let her go to Hogwarts school.

(End of this chapter)