days at Hogwarts

Chapter 559 A qualified slave owner should cultivate
The soft hair tips tickled the tip of my nose, causing an unbearable itch.

Loren was woken up by someone. A familiar little witch was standing at the head of his bed, pinching the ends of his hair and teasing his nose. It was itchy. She followed him like a shadow and he couldn't escape even if he turned his head. He wanted to stay in bed longer, but he had to open his sleepy eyes.

Hermione lay beside his pillow, her eyes clear and her eyebrows curved, looking at him with interest, holding a strand of hair in her hand.

"Let me sleep for another ten minutes..."

Loren wanted to raise his hand to cover his nose, but Hermione caught him. He had no choice but to turn over and bury his face in the soft pillow.

Hermione found it interesting, so she reached into the pillow to pull his face out, turned him over, pinched his nose, and said softly with a smile: "Hurry up and get up, you'd better hurry, Mrs. Weasley is about to lose her temper, she said we will miss the train..."

"Well……"

Her hands were creamed and smelled soft.

Loren rubbed it hard a few times, and the swollen muscles on his face were constantly squeezed. The soreness and stimulation slowly turned on his dormant brain: "Time flies so fast. How come school starts in the blink of an eye? I feel like the vacation has just begun..."

The man's hot breath when he spoke was itchy and tingling on her palm, causing the girl to shrink her hand sensitively. She held his chin and dragged him out of the bed: "You said the same thing when we went to Diagon Alley to buy school supplies yesterday. You are still dreaming!"

She shook her head vigorously with a slightly heavier tone. People who just woke up and were groggy were always easy to bully, but this person couldn't do that when he was awake.

"Shopping in Diagon Alley..."

Loren hummed a long tail sound through his nose, put his arms around her slender waist, leaned his head against her, and then said vaguely, "Yes, we went to Diagon Alley to buy things yesterday. The holiday is over, and we have to catch the train back to school today..."

"Well, so get up quickly..." Hermione persuaded in a low voice, and suddenly realized that the person leaning on her was motionless again. She looked down and found that he had fallen asleep again.

Hermione just found it funny and pinched his face to pull it to both sides: "Hey, wake up, don't sleep, Loren, or I will ask Mrs. Weasley to wake you up!"

"..."

Loren's eyes narrowed into slits, still hugging her, and muttered softly: "Just five minutes... no, three minutes..."

The temperature in early September was just over 20 degrees Celsius. The girl had just gotten up and was not wearing a coat, so she was now wearing a thin, close-fitting wool sweater that was soft to the touch. He could clearly smell the faint body fragrance lingering around his nose, which was more comfortable than the quilt and made people indulge in it unconsciously.

"Three minutes are up."

"It's five minutes."

"It's five minutes now."

"You're lying. How can it be so fast?"

"I'm starting the countdown. If you don't get up I'll have Mrs. Weasley call you."

"Count down from one thousand."

Hermione was amused by his roguery and raised her voice slightly: "5...4..."

"..."

Loren quickly got up from the bed, grabbed his clothes and rushed into the bathroom. It only took him three minutes to change his clothes and finish washing up. His movements were so agile that there was no trace of the procrastination he had just shown.

She casually brushed her naturally curly bangs into an unruly 3:7 split, threw her pajamas into the pendant, pushed the door open, and saw the evil little witch who disturbed her sleep and dared to threaten her. She glared at her fiercely.

He reached out his hands, hugged her slender waist, and sucked her soft lips.

Teach her a lesson!

"..."

Loren finally dragged out the full ten minutes, and the two of them walked out of the bedroom with their rosy lips pursed.

The whole house was in chaos. George and Fred carried the suitcases downstairs, making a lot of noise all the way, and Mrs. Weasley and Mrs. Black screamed at the top of their lungs at the same time.

"You're going to bump into Ginny, you two idiots!"

"You filthy bastard, you have defiled my ancestral home!"

No one paid any attention to the hysterical portrait, and everyone endured the shrill noise. The two curtains were drawn and opened again soon because the coming and going of people in the hallway and the noise of packing were so loud that she would soon wake up again.

The very special old house alarm clock clears my brain.

Loren rubbed his buzzing ears and saw Ron yawning and walking out of the other room. Next to him was Harry, who was wearing glasses and looked listless. The laces of his soft-soled sneakers were tied into a tangled mess and his clothes were wrinkled. Perhaps his subconscious mind had done the work of getting up and turning on the computer for him.

"Good morning……"

Loren picked up Crookshanks who was strolling nearby and rubbed the back of his neck. "Why does Harry look like this? Was he attacked by a Dementor again last night?"

"That's about right..." Harry replied weakly, "I've been having nightmares these past few nights, and I always wake up in the middle of the night."

"You dreamed about Voldemort again?" Hermione asked with a frown, "What was the content this time? What conspiracy is he planning?"

Since the funeral of Regulus, Harry has not slept well for several nights. First, he dreamed that Snape was talking to Voldemort in a dark room, and there was some strange corridor behind them.

"It's not Voldemort, or rather, it's not just Voldemort..." Harry raised his hand and touched the lightning scar on his forehead. He didn't know if there was something wrong with his brain. His dreams were becoming more and more bizarre and confusing.

When he just fell asleep, he dreamed that his parents kept walking through his dream, but they never spoke...

At one in the morning, he dreamed that Mrs. Weasley was crying sadly over Kreacher's body, and Loren and Hermione were watching with crowns on their heads...

As dawn approached, Harry found himself walking down a corridor again. At the end of the corridor was a locked door. He woke up in fright, and his scar still hurts slightly.

"After arriving at Hogwarts tonight, I'll go talk to Headmaster Dumbledore and ask him to check my brain." Harry sighed and walked down the stairs towards the basement kitchen.

"Corridor..." Loren repeated in a low voice, looking at his back thoughtfully.

Perhaps because they were a little tired after a busy morning, the conversation at the breakfast table was very quiet. Bill and Arthur were discussing newspaper news as usual, and Lupin was describing the behavior of American Aurors and analyzing whether another country had heard any news.

Sirius looked at Harry frequently, with an inscrutable gleam in his eyes, and barely ate breakfast.

Loren and the others all kept their mouths shut tacitly, not mentioning Harry's strange dream. After all, there was no point in doing so, and it would only make Molly worry about them.

Molly spoke the loudest, reminding the little wizards one by one of the things they should pay attention to when school starts, as if they were freshmen who had just enrolled. She smiled gently, "Eat slowly and make sure you are full. Don't worry. This place is very close to King's Cross Station. We can get there in half an hour on foot. It will be even faster if we let Arthur drive you." "It was you who hurriedly woke people up just now..."

"Now you are the one who asks people to eat breakfast slowly..."

George and Fred murmured in a low voice for everyone to hear, sighed deeply, and said in unison in a plaintive tone: "Oh, this is Mom..."

Without even looking up, Molly said faintly, "If you are full, go check if there is anything missing from your luggage! This will make it easier for us to leave soon!"

"..."

The twin brothers pinched their fingers in front of their lips and pretended to zip up their pants, indicating that they would shut up.

"We can't leave yet..."

Mad-Eye Moody's muffled voice sounded. He arrived here before dawn. One of his normal eyes was staring at the bread in his hand, and the other magic eye was constantly looking towards the door, as if he was on guard or waiting for someone.

"Sturges Podmore hasn't come yet. If he doesn't come, we will be one less guard and the road will be unsafe. We can't take this risk!"

"Guards?" Harry looked up blankly. "We need guards at King's Cross Station?"

"It's not us, it's you, Harry," Sirius corrected, looking like he agreed with Mad-Eye.

"Why?" Harry felt that these adults were incredible. "Except for the members of the Order of the Phoenix, no one knows I'm here, and Voldemort is lurking and waiting for the opportunity. Are you going to tell me that he will jump out of a trash can at the station and kill me?"

"Don't underestimate the trash can, kid!" Moody's magic eyes turned back and stared at Harry, making him feel uncomfortable. "I have found ambushed enemies in trash cans 173 times. Never let your guard down. Do you understand?"

"..."

Fortunately, a guard named Sturgis Podmore arrived after breakfast. He was a middle-aged wizard with a square jaw, ordinary face but calm temperament, and thick straw-colored hair. It was said that he was a member of the Order of the Phoenix when it was founded.

After breakfast, the group set off in a mighty procession. The little wizards carried their empty boxes and squeezed into the hallway to go out one by one.

Tonks was waiting on the street corner disguised as an old lady, wearing a purple hat shaped like a pork pie.

"Good morning, we have to hurry, Molly!"

"I know, I know... Fortunately, Arthur can drive us and we can catch up." Molly urged Ginny to take big steps. When she looked up, she saw Sirius carrying a small bag and trying to get into the car. She was stunned for a moment and immediately called him, "Sirius, where are you going with your things?"

"I'll go see Harry off..." Sirius started talking, but when he realized that he couldn't even fool himself, he touched his nose awkwardly, "I plan to stay in Hogsmeade and check for dangers, or use Animagus to sneak into the school and protect Harry."

"Are you crazy? Where could there be a safer place than Hogwarts!"

"Alastor is right, never let your guard down!"

"But he won't sneak into Hogwarts!"

"..."

Listening to the two people arguing again, Loren shook his head and did not comment. They had an argument on the first night they came here, and now when they were about to leave, they were arguing again. In a sense, it could be said that it had a beginning and an end.

Standing on the steps of No. 12 Grimmauld Place, Loren looked back at the old house. The Fidelius Charm made it appear vague and illusory. He knew that as long as he walked down this step completely, the old house would disappear from his sight.

Suddenly remembering something, Loren handed the empty box in his hand to Hermione and hurried into the house: "Wait for me here, I'm going to go back and do something."

"What's up……"

Before she could finish her question, the man had already walked away. Hermione looked down at the suitcase and silently decided to go back and complain to Grandpa Bates.

The candles in the hallway were extinguished, and the curtains of the portrait were drawn. The old house was empty. People were rushing to work and school. In the huge house, there was only a house-elf besides Vixen.

Loren walked all the way to the living room on the second floor, turned right and found an old cupboard. He knocked twice and the door opened.

"Mr. Morgan..." Kreacher curled up in the closet, hugging a worn and dirty blanket, with a small locket hanging around his neck. He raised his head and saw who was knocking on the door. His cloudy eyes slowly focused, "Is there anything else you need from Kreacher?"

"I want to talk to you."

"You say……"

Kreacher walked out slowly. As a house-elf, he actually didn't have any concept of bloodline, because even the most despised Muggle wizard was countless times nobler than a house-elf. Everything he did was more to please his master.

Loren first fulfilled Regulus's last wish and then helped to retrieve Regulus' body, his attitude gradually becoming more respectful.

"Let's talk about the future..." Loren's attitude towards him did not change, he still disliked him as always, "This old house now belongs to Sirius Black. According to your rules, he is your current owner, but I know that you two hate each other and don't want to acknowledge each other..."

"Kreacher's wish has been fulfilled. Kreacher doesn't care."

"But you are not dead yet, and you still want to find a satisfactory master."

"Mr. Morgan still suspects that I will betray him!" Kreacher understood his meaning and his voice became even sharper. "A house-elf would never do such a thing! Kreacher wanted to go find the mistress before, but Kreacher has already understood that the mistress is in cahoots with the Dark Lord. Master Regulus would never want Kreacher to do that! Kreacher would never do that!"

"You misunderstood." Loren glanced at him and said lightly, "I just want to say that since you can't find another mistress with the right of inheritance, Bellatrix, and you don't like the current master, why don't you try to make a change?"

Kreacher was stunned for a moment: "Change...what change?"

"Train yourself a suitable new master..." Loren's words were neither hurried nor slow, but they floated into Kreacher's mind like the whisper of a devil, constantly echoing and lingering, "He already has a fiancée... As long as a new heir is born in the Black family, you will also have a new master, a completely blank master."

Kreacher silently clenched the locket on his chest. He could feel his rotten heart slowly coming alive and beating faster.

"..."

Ten minutes later, Hermione looked at Loren who was walking out of the door quickly, handed him both boxes, and asked casually, "What did you do?"

"Leave a surprise for someone before you leave."

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The weak sunshine in early September is not too scorching, but brings a gentle warmth.

The sky blue Ford Anglia was packed with nearly 20 people, but it still drove smoothly to the station with plenty of power and no bumps at all.

(End of this chapter)