days at Hogwarts

Chapter 514 Going Home
"Repay the gold galleons, Silver Sickle, do you want the special edition of the goblin silver coins for Hermione and I..."

Loren muttered under his breath and returned to the Gryffindor team, only to find that Harry was conspiring loudly with Neville, asking him to pay attention to asking for information from the Auror parents, and to keep in touch during the holidays, preferably every week. Neville listened carefully to Harry reciting the names of the Death Eaters, holding the memory ball in one hand with a serious expression.

"Lucius Malfoy, MacNeil, Avery, Nott, Crabbe, Goyle..."

"Loren! Loren!"

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Why am I still there?
Loren was stunned for a moment and looked over in confusion.

The tan-skinned Piccolo Graves showed a matte texture in the sunlight. He hurried up the stone steps to the castle foyer. Behind him at the end of the field, Loren could see the bright yellow school bus. After putting up the stop sign, Principal Albert Fontana stood at the door of the car, urging the little wizards of Ilvermorny to get in the car as soon as possible.

"Loren, Harry, Hermione and Ron..." Graves walked closer and shook hands with several people one by one. "I hope we can meet again. I have gained a lot from dueling practice. Loren, I hope I’ll have another chance to see your wonderful spells in the future, Hermione, your transfiguration is an eye-opener for me, and Harry, I won’t be so embarrassed by your disarming spells next time we meet.”

Graves paused as he spoke, looked at Ron's eager eyes, and couldn't help but feel happy: "Your ingenious tactics are also very exciting."

"Hehe..." Ron smiled contentedly, showing his front teeth silly.

The sharp whistle sounded quickly, and Graves turned around and strode towards the school bus that was about to start in Ilvermorny. He waved to them without looking back, "Goodbye, everyone. I'll see you this time." Very pleasant!”

"I have to say goodbye to you too, Harry, Loren, Ron and Hermione." Fleur Delacour came over with a gentle smile, and even kissed Ron's cheek as she greeted them one by one. Cheeks, "Gabrito, I say goodbye to you and thank you for taking care of me during this time... We will see you again soon. I hope to find a job here and improve my English."

"Your English is good enough." Ron said in a daze.

Fleur looked at his silly look and laughed: "Goodbye, everyone!"

In the open field, the sturdy rune horses stretched their wings. Hagrid was helping Ms. Maxim put the saddles on the two horses. Beauxbatons' carriage was about to set off.

Her back running along the lawn towards Madam Maxime attracted the attention of many little wizards. Her long silver hair rippled like waves in the sunlight, making people involuntarily happy.

Loren watched her go away, and when he admired her carefully, he let out a tut-tsk sound of admiration.

Hermione glanced at him: "Does it look good?"

"Good-looking." Loren nodded calmly, "The head is small, the neck is slender, the body is even, the body lines are smooth, and the proportions are appropriate."

"..." Hermione was silent for a moment, and her comments were professional and non-subjective. For a moment, she couldn't find anything to refute or despise.

The sun became more and more dazzling, and the big ship that had been parked on the lake for several months began to rock, making a splashing sound. The dark mast was raised high, and Durmstrang's little wizard was entering the cabin along the wooden planks.

Ron squinted his eyes and looked out, and couldn't help but whisper: "Do you think they can still fly that ship without Karkaroff?"

"Karkaroff is not in charge."

A hoarse and dull voice came from the bottom of the steps, getting closer and closer, "He always stays in the cabin, we do the work, and this time Professor Flitwick escorted us back to Durms Tron.”

Viktor Krum, wearing a black robe, walked over, his face still stern, and his gloomy eyes swept across the faces of several people. Harry Potter's brows furrowed slightly, probably because he was worried about Voldemort. Ron Weasley looked eager. He probably wanted to get himself signed...and Loren Morgan was talking quietly to Hermione. , the sun shines on their shoulders, making the brown hair shine with golden light, and the girl's eyebrows are smiling.

Krum's eyes dimmed and he shook hands with Harry: "Your flying skills are very good. I hope I have the opportunity to meet you at the Quidditch World Cup."

"Thank you for your compliment, but I haven't decided yet whether I want to be a professional player in the future..." Harry shook hands with him quickly, "Your performance was also very exciting, whether it was in the Quidditch World Cup or the Goblet of Fire. Seri.”

"I wish you all the best."

Krum's voice was smooth and calm. He did not say hello to the other people. After saying this, he turned and left, heading towards Durmstrang's big ship.

"I hope they can change the principal to a more reliable one..." Ron watched him gradually go away.

The wooden planks connecting the hull and the lake shore were retracted, and with a clattering sound, the heavy anchor was retracted into the cabin. The black hull bumped and swayed on the water. It sailed for a distance towards the deep water and gradually sank into the lake. The portholes flickered. The faint light also disappeared.

The loud train whistle came from the distance, and only the sound of tapping footsteps could be heard from the front of the carriage. The little wizards from Hogwarts boarded the special train home one after another.

……

Under the cloudless blue sky, the rolling hills are covered with vegetation, with flourishing flowers and grass, lush forests, and railway tracks hidden in the mountains. In this mysterious world that seems like fantasy, a red train winds its way out of the wilderness.

In the carriage, the piglet was hidden by Ron's robe, because it was too active and screamed and ran around in the carriage. Hanhan and Hedwig stood side by side, their heads tucked under their wings and dozing off, and Crookshanks curled up. On an empty seat, it looks like a big, plush ginger cushion.

Hermione looked down at the two report cards with the same score.

His Potions score was much higher than his own, but his scores on the History of Magic and Transfiguration practical exams made up for the gap, eventually making up two report cards that tied for first place.

Hermione sighed sadly: "How can I lose so many points in Potions?"

Loren came over and took a look, with the fresh and sweet smell of mints in his mouth: "Just do one less fill-in-the-blank question."

"??"

The other three people in the carriage were silent in unison, and Ron crumpled up his transcript angrily and stuffed it into his schoolbag. In previous years, Harry and he had the same score, but this year this person actually took advantage of the Warriors. Identity, despicably escaped the exam.

Shameful!
Harry, who did not have a transcript, coughed and decided to change the topic from meaningless grades and scores: "You know, Mrs. Weasley invited me to spend the summer vacation at the Burrow, but Dumbledore refused. He still It requires me to stay peacefully at Privet Drive for a month, and I can't even go to Sirius..."

At this point, he sighed: "I don't understand why. The ancient magic my mother left on me has been broken by Voldemort..."

Ron nodded in admiration: "Now that there is Voldemort and a group of Death Eaters outside, the Burrow is safer than a Muggle neighborhood."

"Believe Dumbledore, he always has his reasons for doing this." Hermione thought of Dumbledore's strange words last night, pursed her lips and continued to persuade, "Harry, don't you Do you want to see what your mother left you disappear like this, just because you think it can no longer protect you? "

Harry froze.

(End of this chapter)