days at Hogwarts

Chapter 137 Countdown

An ordinary morning.

Wendell sat on the chair as usual, crossed his legs, and raised the entire page of "Daily Mail" to block his head.

Monica poured warm milk into the cup, Hermione and Loren took their cups one after another, took a sip of their mouths, and the white milk froth hung on their lips, like two white beards, enjoying today's drink breakfast.

Although the breakfast at Granger's house is not as rich as that at Hogwarts, the hot taste is a plus.

Monica put a glass of milk in front of Wendell and couldn't help being angry when she saw the whole page of the newspaper on his neck. Breakfast was placed in front of him, and she was still reading!

She slapped Wendell's thigh hard.

Snapped!
The thick palm meat collided with the thigh meat, making a loud sound.

Wendell put down the newspaper and grinned in pain, "Oh, the first day the clinic opened, I have to get myself some painkillers."

Monica took a bite of the bread with a blank expression: "Then you should always have painkillers."

Loren and Hermione ate the bread, feeling that the two of them were superfluous at this time, and they minimized their presence as much as possible.

Wendell ate, and said in an aggrieved tone: "Yesterday we were still talking about traveling in Australia, and let me keep painkillers on hand today."

Monica ignored him, looked at Hermione and Loren and said, "The clinic will be very busy today, we may not come back for lunch at noon, I left food for you in the kitchen, can you take care of yourself?"

"no problem!"

"can."

Hermione and Loren nodded vigorously.

"Call us if you need anything."

Saying goodbye to the Grangers, Hermione went to the courtyard to practice the Patronus Charm, which was her morning practice every morning.

Loren sat on the sofa and flipped through his notes. He was still trying to figure out what the magic of memory had in common, trying to sort out a systematic path.

The most troublesome thing is that Loren can't find anyone to try whether it's Legilimency or the Forgetting Curse, and Occlumency can't let others try it.

The progress of the practice is stuck here.

I don't know if the Ministry of Magic accepts junior interns. He can try the post of amnestics. Amnestics is a full-time post in the Department of Magical Accidents and Disasters, which specializes in cases of leakage of magical signs.

Loren turned the pen subconsciously, thinking about how to improve the proficiency of memory magic.

When Hermione came back from the courtyard, she saw Loren sitting on the sofa in a daze. She rolled her eyes, closed the door gently, and tiptoed behind Loren, poking her head out to read the contents of his notebook.

Loren came back to his senses, stretched out his hand and pushed Hermione's hairy head away, and said with disgust: "Read your own book, what's the point of always peeping at other people's privacy?"

"Huh! If you don't read it, don't read it." Hermione snorted softly, walked around the sofa and took the books she had been reading for the past few days, sat down next to Loren, and started reading her own book.

Loren felt that the fabric of the sofa had sunk a bit to the side, shook his head amusedly, and continued to write in the notebook: memory magic works on the brain and soul at the same time, it is very dangerous, the way it works on the soul is not clear, inside the brain, wrong use It will cause deep memory damage, neuron apoptosis, severe symptoms include aphasia, forgetfulness...

Hermione poked her neck to look over again, and only saw the words "very dangerous", and her heart skipped a beat.

Loren moved a certain distance to the side quietly, and Hermione also moved.

As a last resort, Loren wanted to close the notebook and study it at night.

Hermione grabbed the notebook quickly and shouted, "I see danger! Don't cover it up. As a classmate, I have the responsibility to protect you."

"There is no danger! Don't be self-righteous, where is your responsibility!" Loren retorted harshly, grabbing the notebook vigorously.

He stood upright, his shoulders and neck were united, his waist and horse exerted force, and he couldn't shake it after a few pulls.

Just when Loren was about to continue to struggle, Hermione put the book in her hand in front of Loren's eyes with a threatening face.

Loren's eyes hurt from the large characters in "Analysis of Krav Maga", and his hands and feet were cold in summer.

Can it still be better, Gryffindor's gift is amazing!If it weren't for the fear of split body, he would learn to change shape now.

"Let go!"

"You let go!"

When the two were about to quarrel, they heard the mailbox click, and a letter had arrived.

Loren and Hermione looked at each other, both of them looked wary, whoever went would lose.

"You go get it."

"You go."

"Don't force me!" Hermione threatened, and she was about to move her hands.

Loren dodged Hermione's hand reaching his cheek to prevent it from being pinched, let go of the notebook and went to the door to get the letter.

According to Hermione's temperament, it's okay if she didn't see the danger, but if she did, it would be hard to live without letting her know the content.

Hermione looked smug, and opened her notebook to see what the very dangerous thing was.

In front of the door, a little owl stood on the mailbox, with a circle of white eye lines on its head, which was very cute against the small eyes.

"Hanhan?" Loren exclaimed with surprise, "You're finally back!"

The little spectacled owl raised its head and called softly, "Coo coo."

"Why did my family put the letter in the mailbox?" Loren took out the letter, put it under his arm, and walked into the room holding Hanhan in one hand.

"Cuckoo."

"Why have you been here for so long? Has Grandpa Bates gone abroad?"

"Cuckoo."

"What would you like to eat, biscuits, an apple?"

"Cuckoo."

In fact, Loren didn't care about Hanhan's answer, and he couldn't understand Hanhan's words, so he put some of each one next to Hanhan.

The little spectacled owl quietly pecked with its head down, bit by bit.

"Who did you write to?" Hermione came over and stroked the feathers on Hanhan's back one by one.

She looked at it roughly, and said that it was the danger of memory magic, not that Loren was in any danger now, so rest assured.

Loren gave her a blank look, opened the letter, and roughly browsed through it.

"It's Grandpa Bates, he said he'll be back soon!" Loren said happily.

Hermione's eyelids drooped, her eyelashes covered her eyes, and the light in her eyes was dim, "So, are you going home?"

Lost in excitement, Loren didn't notice Hermione's disappointment, "No, Grandpa Bates is also coming to London, he said it would be convenient for me to start school."

Hermione let out a sigh of relief, she was a little thankful that she didn't have to leave right away.Immediately, she thought of a question, she tilted her head and asked, "But your grandpa doesn't have an owl, how do you inform you that he has arrived in London?"

Loren froze on the spot and thought for a while, "It's okay, I'll write another letter right away, attaching the address and phone number here, and Grandpa Bates can find me when he comes back."

When Hanhan, who had just returned from a long-distance raid, heard this, he stopped pecking, raised his head and cursed: "Google! GOOG! GOOG!"

While scolding and waving its wings, it is a spectacled owl, and it is going to beat up this black-hearted capitalist who oppresses employees today.

Loren clutched his head and begged for mercy, "Tomorrow, I will write tomorrow, don't scold me, don't scold me."

It wasn't until Hermione took out a handful of nuts and asked Loren to apologize that Hanhan stopped beating the capitalist's iron claws of justice.But the little spectacled owl didn't calm down, cracked open a nut, and "cuckooed" at Loren, strongly condemning Loren's bad behavior.

Hermione chimed in, nibbling a few Queensland chestnuts, and finally concluded that cracking nuts while scolding Loren was a treat.

After Loren waited for Hanhan to eat and drink enough, he sent the postman to rest on the tree in the courtyard, and he was relieved.

Hermione poked out another Queensland chestnut and put it on a side tray to accumulate, she likes to gather a pile and eat it to its heart's content.

Following Loren's figure with her eyes, she came back from the courtyard and sat down on the sofa. Hermione asked with a smile: "So, why does the evil Loren study the contents of memory magic recently? These are not even in Hogwarts. In the teaching content of hereby."

why?
Because the next semester's professor is a liar who is proficient in the Oblivion Charm.

Because in the next semester, I will meet a notebook horcrux with black magic to tease my inner desires.

These are not easy to tell Hermione, Loren hesitated between lying and refusing to answer, and finally chose to tell part of the truth.

He hesitated for a while, and said after deliberation: "Because, because we may encounter bad things next semester, we may use these magics."

Hermione frowned, and asked suspiciously, "How do you know about the next semester?"

"We're at school, can't Headmaster Dumbledore and the professors deal with that wizard?"

"Do bad things have to do with memory magic? Why? What exactly?"

A series of questions from the little witch made Loren's head ache. He said perfunctorily, "There are not so many reasons. Principal Dumbledore can protect the students well, right?"

Thinking about the record of the basilisk, Loren is not sure, and Dumbledore is not completely protected.

But they were all petrified, and there was no life-threatening danger. Not even a cat died, so it was considered well protected.

Snapped!
Hermione slapped the table, and placed the "Analysis of Krav Krav Krav Maga" in front of Loren, letting him experience the wisdom and principles in the book by himself.

Loren's evil came from his guts, and his anger came from his heart. He slapped the table, stuffed the Queensland chestnut pulp that Hermione had peeled into his mouth, and then covered his face: "Um, um, um... "

"Ah! I've been peeling for a long time! You're still coming back!" Hermione's hair stood on end angrily, and she rushed forward to teach this guy a lesson.

Hitting is impossible, and it is impossible to really make Loren spit it out. Hermione wants to hold Loren down and prevent him from biting him, so the situation is deadlocked.

The two wrestled and rolled into a ball on the couch before rolling to the floor.

In the end, the two with messy hair, clothes and trousers reached a settlement, and it ended with Loren peeling a plate of fruit pulp to compensate.

In this way, the days of Loren's boarding at Granger's house entered the countdown, and he was trying to find a way to practice memory magic.

Hermione always took Loren to practice the Patronus Charm, and Loren also taught Hermione some knowledge of memory magic.The two always quarreled, and when Loren couldn't get through, Hermione took out the book on Krav Maga and started to read, but Loren fell silent.

But Hermione was also deterred by some kind of attack, so she couldn't do it easily, and the two sides ushered in a peaceful situation.

On a sunny afternoon, Loren and Hermione sat side by side, worrying about the contents of the notebook.

After discovering that she couldn't find a practice partner, Hermione suggested: "We can practice Legilimency and Occlumency with each other."

Forget about the Forgetting Curse, if the two of them don't grasp it well, it is easy to cause serious injury.

"Ah."

Loren pursed his lips. Hermione's ability to make such a suggestion is a sign of trust. Practicing Legilimency means that all the secrets, emotions, and thoughts in the heart are revealed to each other without reservation. This kind of emotion is like It is as heavy as gold letters.

But he couldn't accept this trust and affection, so he could only refuse, "Because of some unspeakable circumstances, you can understand that there is a protective magic in my memory, and other people will be cursed if they spy on it. A curse that can't be helped."

"There's a curse in memory!" Hermione exclaimed, the first time she'd heard of such a thing.

Loren nodded sadly. If it wasn't for this reason, it would be much easier for him to learn memory magic.

Hermione opened her mouth, wanting to ask about the inside story and details, but stopped, since Loren said she couldn't say it, she really couldn't say it.

She complained: "You are all Muggle-born wizards, you always have so many secrets."

Loren dared not respond.

Hermione sighed, "There's really nothing I can do about you, then you practice Legilimency, and I'll practice Occlumency."

Loren looked up into Hermione's eyes, which were as bright as stars.

Hermione's eyes swayed from side to side, feeling that Loren's gaze was too scorching, she didn't dare to look at each other, and said in a panic: "It's just practicing magic, we are classmates, haven't we practiced like this before?"

Could the previous magic be the same as Legilimency...

Ding!
Ding Ding!

Suddenly there was a hurried doorbell ringing at the door.

Before it was time for Wendell and Monica to go home from get off work, the two turned their heads to look at the door together.

Ding!
Ding Ding!

The sound of the doorbell echoed in the quiet house.

"Who? Here it comes!" Loren responded, stood up and opened the door.

Soon, Hermione heard a cry of surprise at the door.

"Bates! Grandpa?!"

Loren was pleasantly surprised at first, but then turned into surprised when he glanced at it, and then he was a little afraid to recognize the old man in front of him.

Her hair is well-groomed without a trace of dust, and she has sprayed half a bottle of Moss on her at first sight. She is dressed in a linen suit, red tie and white shirt, and is stylish and handsome.

But on Grandpa Bates, Loren always felt very strange.

No, handsome guy, who are you?

Loren was stunned for a moment, and went out to revisit the old place, did it have such a big impact on people...

But it seems to be understandable. I have been confined on the mountain for decades, and my emotions have been suppressed. I met my blood relatives in old age and grew up with me. Just when Bates thought he was going to die in peace, his grandson suddenly received An acceptance letter from a magic school.

The world suddenly became different. Loren brought him wolfbane potion, allowing him to walk out of the mountains and the prison he had set for himself, so that he could live freely in the sun.

The trip to revisit the old place made Bates regain his missing youth. After learning that there is a possibility of a complete cure, even without taking medicine, Bates let go even more.

(End of this chapter)