days at Hogwarts

Chapter 511 Warning
The wine in the goblet was finished and refilled. The barbecue and soup were removed from the long table and replaced with chilled pudding and ice cream. The crystal chandelier hanging from the dome sprinkled warm yellow light. Full auditorium.

Groups of young wizards from Gryffindor and Hufflepuff gathered around, listening to Ron and MacMillan loudly describing the process of the two warriors working together to deal with the Acromantula at the final level. They were excited and their faces turned red. .

The young wizards who are about to graduate wander around among the four dining tables, saying goodbye to familiar and unfamiliar classmates, clinking glasses together, and the melancholy of parting disappears in the bustling hustle and bustle.

The clock struck midnight, and no professor stood up to announce the end of the banquet. Occasionally, a drunken professor quietly slipped out of the side door. Dumbledore sat at the guest of honor seat with a faint smile and talked to McGonagall. The professor whispered.

Loren, who was sitting in the back row of the Gryffindor table, stared at the old headmaster for a long time. Although his smile was shallow, it was not forced at all. Dumbledore would occasionally invite Professor McGonagall to raise a glass, as if he was completely Immersed in the joy of the banquet, all disturbing things were left outside the auditorium.

Loren withdrew his gaze and continued to tinker with the things in his hands: "A small half cup of mango juice as a base, plus orange juice with full fruit...

"If you like strawberries, add some strawberry pulp.

"Juice may look a little ugly when mixed together, but it won't taste bad anyway."

Hermione watched silently as the man mixed a cup of strange liquid.

The upper layer is a light-colored translucent juice, the middle layer has turbid fruit flocs, and the lower layer is accumulated fruit pulp. It looks like some unknown magic potion. When gently shaken, it exudes a strong fragrance of mango and orange. .

If she hadn't watched him mix it with several juices, the little witch might have suspected that it was some kind of poisonous potion made from poor materials.

"Doesn't it look tempting?"

Loren carefully picked up the crystal cup filled with strange liquid and handed it over: "A lot of orange juice is added to it. The rich sweetness is slightly sour, and there are also the unique flavors of mango and strawberry. Try it. It sure tastes good.”

As he spoke, the man brought the cup that smelled of mixed fruit to her mouth.

Hermione glanced at his eager expression, remained silent for a moment, opened her mouth and took a small sip. It was sour and sweet, and her tongue could clearly taste the astringent taste.

It's probably because the pulp of several fruits has settled down, and the layer of liquid that floats on top after layering has a lighter taste. The sweetness is not obvious, but the sour and astringent taste is very prominent. It can't be said to be unpleasant, but it is certainly not delicious.

"How's it going? Does it taste good?"

"Delicious."

Hermione nodded calmly and moved her eyes away guiltily: "But I ate too much tonight and can't drink it. You can drink it."

"Then take a rest and I'll make you something else later."

"..."

The man shook the liquid in the cup well, took a big sip and smacked his lips as if aftertaste. It seemed that the shaken liquid should taste good.

Hermione tilted her head, catching a glimpse of his expression and the yellowish candlelight above her head. Her brown eyes flickered, and she couldn't help but fall into thinking.

Did this person intentionally let himself drink the unpalatable liquid on top?

Probably not. He can always make food that is more delicious than the restaurant. The satisfied expressions on other people's faces when they enjoy the food make him feel happy. He should be more willing to hear his own praise than to make fun of himself.

Speaking of which, it seems like this has been the case since the first time I met this person. Where did he learn these cooking skills?
Grandpa Bates couldn't teach him these things...

As the relationship between the two becomes closer, it becomes clearer and clearer to her that there are many secrets hidden in this person——

his inexplicable cooking skills;
He always knows many secrets, such as the secrets of Barty Crouch and his son, such as the location of Voldemort's resurrection ceremony, and so on.

Even Principal Dumbledore doesn't know some of the information, and the source of the information is not Flamel in the Book of Fantasy.

Hermione would not completely ignore this, nor would she pursue it to the end. She believed Loren 100% and he would always confess these secrets to her.

in the near future.

Before the glass of weird-colored juice was finished, the man invited her to join him in mixing various other drinks. Hermione felt a little childish, but she still handed him the cup and the juice that was out of his reach...

At three o'clock in the morning, the party was coming to an end.

The group of young wizards who were making the most cheerful noise had become hoarse from shouting. Some of the Hufflepuff students were lying on the long table with bleak expressions, too sleepy to open their eyes but unwilling to close them.

Ding!Ding!Ding!
The silver spoon hit the outer wall of the crystal cup, and the clear and sharp sound stimulated the little wizards to tremble. They all became energetic and looked at the guest of honor seat with wide eyes.

I don’t know when, only a dim night was left in the star-studded dome. The crystal chandeliers and hundreds of magic candles were gone. A row of rough torches were stretched out on the four walls, and the radiance of burning flames filled the room. Every corner of the auditorium.

At the guest of honor table, the solemn looks of several principals and professors added a bit of solemnity to the scene.

"Another year is over." Something in Dumbledore's blue eyes made the young wizards uneasy, and he muttered in detail, "Professor McGonagall suggested that I announce the news before the banquet begins. She may be Yes, a pleasant banquet can dilute the uneasiness in my heart, but as an old man, I am more looking forward to a more unrestrained happy time, and I have been putting it off until now. "

He stopped talking, and there was silence in the auditorium, and a certain suppressed emotion gradually approached the little wizards.

"Voldemort has regained his physical body and is back."

Nervous murmurs filled the Great Hall, and everyone stared at Dumbledore in horror, with wide eyes, as if expecting him to admit it was a joke at the next moment, as usual.

But he didn't. Dumbledore stood there in silence, waiting for them to digest this shocking fact, until those whispers gradually fell silent:
"The Ministry of Magic doesn't want me to tell you this. Some parents of my classmates may be shocked by what I did. Maybe it's because they can't believe that Voldemort is really back, or maybe because they think I shouldn't tell you this. After all, you are still young..."

Loren looked around. Shock and fear were written on the faces of the other young wizards at the headmaster's table. Except for Slytherin, some pure-blooded people among them were whispering.

"The purpose of the Triwizard Tournament is to enhance and promote mutual understanding among the wizarding community. In light of what is happening now, in light of Voldemort's return from the dead, this connection is more important than ever."

Dumbledore looked around, his eyes sweeping over Madam Maxime and Hagrid, Fleur Delacour and her Beauxbatons alumni, and Viktor Crewe at the Slytherin table. Tom and Durmstrang's classmates, then glanced at the students in Ilvermorny, and finally looked at Principal Fontana and nodded:

“I must explain to everyone here that we will only be strong if we are united, and division will only make us vulnerable... As long as we show unbreakable trust and friendship, as long as we have the same goal and open our hearts to differences in habits and language It won’t be an obstacle…”

(End of this chapter)