days at Hogwarts

Chapter 132
Loren walked behind Hermione, thinking about what had just happened, and felt something shaking in the pocket of his coat as he walked.

The clothes were outdoor clothes provided by the hotel, and he clearly remembered that the pockets were empty.

Loren didn't think much, and took out the things in his pocket.

Afterwards, he fell silent looking at the broken mirror in front of him.

The cold and refreshing touch came from the fingers, and the palm-sized oval mirror was covered with white cracks, which could no longer illuminate things clearly.Below is the handle of a slender stick with a delicate red gemstone inlaid at the tip.

This kind of feel feels like some kind of metal material. The whole mirror is carved into the shape of flowers, the handle is a flower branch, and the mirror surface is used as a petal.The whole body is jet black, I don't know if it was originally this color, or it has faded over time.

After a little hesitation, Loren put the mirror back in his pocket and kept it.

It's more or less a magic item, and there's magic about illusions on it.Whether it is using the mirror itself or exploring new magic through the mirror, it is very profitable.

Hermione picked up another branch and put it into a small linen bag. She turned her head and looked at Loren who was dazedly fishing behind, and said angrily, "If you slow down, it will be dark. Come and help!"

"Here we come!" Loren returned to his senses and replied, and he quickened his pace to catch up.

The two collected some firewood, and when they estimated that the Grangers had almost set up the tent, they went back along the marks made along the way.

As night fell, the forest was plunged into a blue-black gloom.

Loren, Hermione, and Granger were surrounded by a bonfire. The fiery red light shone brightly in the eyes of the four.

Because it was the first day in the forest and time was tight, they heated up some canned food for dinner.After eating, facing the bright and warm flames, several people were a little lazy.

Wendell leaned back, put his hands behind his back, and sighed comfortably: "The canned beef at camp is always better than eating at home."

Monica squatted on a rock, too lazy to move, and gave him a look at the knife: "So you picked out all the canned beef on the first day and ate it, what will you do in the next few days?"

Wendell didn't answer, just laughed.

"Can you count how many cans you have left?" Monica asked.

Wendell was still smiling, "That's enough, and there are canned fruits and luncheon meat, several kinds of canned food."

He moved closer to Monica, smiling even happier, "We'll call tomorrow to ask the hotel to deliver some fresh meat, how about making barbecue? We can also replenish canned beef."

"Is this still camping?"

"We are camping, so we don't have to be so strict."

The two couples spoke to each other, talking about the arrangements for the next few days, and discussing play items.Two small children were completely ignored.

Loren pinched a slender branch and kept stirring the burning fire. Five or six sparks flew up with the flipping, and then extinguished in the air.

That small mirror was their mental damage fee. Although they didn't know how to use it, or even if it could be used, Loren felt at ease to accept it.

Put it aside temporarily, let Flamel or Dumbledore take a look when you go back, and if there is anything wrong, set it on fire.

Loren picked apart a pile of firewood that was not fully burned together. The flames shook the flame tail and slanted, burning more intensely.

Hermione squatted next to Loren, looked at the pile of flames, and then at Loren, with doubts on her small face. She didn't understand what fun it was to light a fire, and Loren had been playing with it for more than half an hour.

Hermione didn't get up either, and moved closer to Loren with her calf, and whispered, "Is it fun? You seem to like playing with fire, and you also like playing with blue flames for warmth when you were in school."

Loren nodded, "It's really fun."

He handed Hermione a stick and showed her how to make the flames burn better, adding wood to it at the right time.

Hermione followed his example and poked the fire to find more sparks, but she didn't think it was fun.

She swung the stick to draw circles on the bright fireworks, and the flames swayed with the stick, "What's wrong with you, you haven't talked much since you came back from picking up firewood, and you seem to have something on your mind?"

Loren glanced at the Grangers who were whispering, and seeing that they hadn't noticed, he whispered, "I haven't figured out something, I'll tell you later."

He had encountered the matter of the mirror illusion twice, and he really had no clue at all.

Hermione hit Loren's stick angrily, "You can't tell me now, tell me later, how many times have you said this?"

She pouted aggrievedly, "It's mysterious, it happens every time."

"At least I didn't lie to you, I didn't fool you, wouldn't it be better to think so." Loren smiled and knocked back with a wooden stick.

The two sticks collided in the fire, splashing some sparks.

Hermione rolled her eyes, suppressed Loren's little wooden stick with her strengthened strength, and said viciously, "Then do I still have to thank you?"

The girl looked like a little squirrel pretending to be fierce, so cute.

"You're welcome, I should do it." Loren laughed, unable to pull out the small wooden stick in his hand, so he gently touched the girl's knee with his knee.

The small movements of the two of them began to increase, you bumped my knee, and I bumped you with my shoulder, it was more fun than playing with fire.

In front of the parents, the two of them were relatively restrained in their work at the beginning, touching lightly, bumping lightly, and hitting back and forth.

But then it started to escalate, and Hermione didn't hold back her strength, and bumped over with a shoulder, knocking Loren staggering.

Both of them were squatting with their legs together, unable to maintain their balance, Loren leaned to one side.

Hermione couldn't bear the force either, and fell on Loren's body in the direction of inertia.

"Ouch!"

This sound came when Loren fell down.

"Ouch!"

This sound was also made by Loren. Hermione fell on top of him and pressed Loren's hand with some subconscious fighting instinct, preventing him from getting up.

Two screams woke up the Grangers who were intoxicated in the sweet world of the two. What they saw was their usually well-behaved and lovely daughter pressing Loren to the ground and screaming.

Both of them were stunned and froze in place for a while.

When Hermione came back to her senses and reacted, she struggled to sit up with her little red face.

During the period, when his hand was looking for a support point, he pressed Loren's ribs a few times, and Loren said "Ouch" twice.

After Hermione got up, Loren sat up slowly.

In fact, it didn't hurt at all, he just yelled twice because he considered that the Grangers were by his side.

He thought of a way to rebel against tyranny faster than apparating - kidnapping Hermione's parents to make Hermione.

"You two actually fight?!"

Wendell asked in surprise. He only knew that Hermione had changed a little this year, but the quiet and well-behaved Hermione became a bad girl and fought. This change was too big and too fast. He needed to digest and understand.

Monica remembered the book Hermione borrowed from their study, and realized, "Do you really want to learn "Analysis of Krav Maga?"

Facing her parents' question, Hermione's face flushed with embarrassment, and she was still very hot, wondering if it was from the fire.

Loren coughed decently, "It's like this, Hermione got a gift of a magic item, which strengthened her physical fitness and fighting ability."

Wendell and Monica turned to look at Hermione, and Hermione nodded shyly to meet their gaze.

"However," Loren said in an aggrieved tone, "Since then, Hermione has always bullied me with her fighting ability."

Hermione opened her mouth wide and looked at Loren with a dull face. Why is this person so shameless?
Wendell and Monica only hesitated for a moment, but they quickly believed Loren's words in their hearts. After all, the scene they just saw and the "Analysis of Krav Maga" are strong evidence.

Loren sighed, and continued: "I know Hermione is just playing with me, but she doesn't know that after being strengthened, it really hurts to beat someone."

He looked at Hermione, and sighed again, with a hesitant look on his face.

Wendell and Monica only thought that Loren was wronged, but because they cherished the friendship with Hermione, they hesitated to speak.

"I'm not!" Hermione said angrily. She pointed at Loren, all kinds of strong emotions came up, and her fingers couldn't stop shaking with anger.

Monica patted the stone beside her and called, "Hermione, sit here, I want to talk to you a few words."

Hermione had no choice, she walked over with her head down, and sat beside Monica with her mouth pouted.

Monica took Hermione into her arms and whispered into her ear.

She felt that Hermione wasn't the one who bullied her classmates, but she still couldn't control some of her behavior and strength. Monica whispered a few words to Hermione.

After a while, Monica looked up at Loren and called softly, "Loren, sit down too."

Wendell vacated his seat, and Loren happily sat on the other side of Monica.

"You are friends, do you know that you should love and help each other?" Monica also hugged Loren and said in a coaxing tone.

Both Loren and Hermione nodded, acting cute.

Loren grinned at Hermione.

Out of a strange tacit understanding, Hermione actually understood what he was trying to express, "If you do anything in the future, I will sue the parents."

Hermione clenched her fists again and again, and glared at Loren fiercely from an angle that Monica couldn't see.

Loren also understood what she meant, "You are dead when school starts."

But Loren didn't care, and we'll talk about it later, at least Hermione won't have anything to do with him during the holiday.

Seeing that the two children reconciled, the four of them gathered around the bonfire and began to talk about the arrangements for the next few days. Wendell and Monica told Loren and Hermione the plan they had just discussed.

Hermione was like a kitten, snuggling in Monica's arms, rubbing her coquettishly from time to time.

Loren was on the other side, with his head on his knees, poking the fire with a stick.The warm conversation was mixed with the sound of cracking firewood.Occasionally disperse the fire ideas of bits and pieces.

Wendell's smiling voice came from the side: "At this time, we should continue to tell horror stories. I still have a legend about Bloody Mary that I haven't told."

Hermione and Monica, enjoying the tenderness between mother and daughter, ignored him.

Out of the good intentions of not embarrassing the atmosphere, Loren praised, "The scariest story must be the one that comes out at the end."

"Of course!" Wendell raised his voice with interest.

He began to tell in a deep and horrifying tone, "In the Bathory family in Hungary, there was a Mrs. Bathory Elizabeth. The young Mrs. Bathory had brown-red hair and snow-white skin. She was the first lady in Hungary. beautiful woman."

"She was very proud of her beauty and often lay in bed with a mirror in her hand admiring her beauty."

"Later she got married and had children, and gave birth to eight children with a general. Childbirth and years took away her beauty. She longed to restore her youthful beauty and was willing to pay any price for it."

"Madame Bathory heard from a traveler a wicked method of restoring beauty."

Wendell's voice suddenly became louder, "Bath in the blood of a virgin!"

After he finished speaking, he checked the faces of the two children and his wife left and right, wanting to see the results of the shock.

But no one was intimidated.

Loren's face was pale, and thoughts in his heart were already churning.

The same story of bathing in blood to restore youth and beauty, but one is the countess and the other is the general's wife.Did one story prototype evolve into two legends, or did such a thing really happen?
Wendell paused, smacked his lips and continued, "In the beginning, she used the lie of recruiting servants with high salaries to lure rural girls into the castle, abused and murdered them."

"Later, the country girls in nearby towns hid at home and never showed up again. Mrs. Bathory began to use the excuse of learning noble etiquette to lure noble girls into the castle."

"She locked the girl in a cage full of spikes and hung her in the air, while she stood under the cage and bathed in warm blood in an attempt to preserve her youth."

"At the end of the story, because there were too many missing girls, the king discovered Mrs. Bathory's crimes, imprisoned her in a high tower, and died of old age."

Hermione frowned tightly, "Why did she murder so many people, and the king just sentenced her to life imprisonment?"

Wendell was taken aback, is this the point of the story?
Monica stroked the top of Hermione's head and said, "Because the laws at that time were not perfect, and the progress of society reduced such things."

Hermione nodded, agreeing with the statement.

Wendell couldn't help but speak, "I want to ask, is there really a magic to restore youth by bathing in blood?"

Hermione sat up from Monica's arms and shook her head seriously: "Although wizards can do magic, they will also age and die like ordinary people."

Speaking of which, Hermione glanced at Loren, and murmured in her heart: Most of them are like this, except for refining the elixir of life with the Philosopher's Stone.

Monica glanced at Loren, who was worried, and Hermione, who had a serious expression on her face, and stretched out her hand to pat Wendell angrily: "It's a good campfire camping, it was ruined by your horror story, this story is a little bit It's not good, and what you said is also very bad."

Wendell was beaten and couldn't resist, showing a smiley face.

Loren added another pile of firewood, and the bright flames poured out heat waves, dispelling the darkness and cold of the forest.

(End of this chapter)