days at Hogwarts

Chapter 581 What is a surprise?

Tuesday, September 9.

It was raining heavily, and the raindrops like glass balls hit the diamond-shaped glass on the outer wall of the castle, making crackling sounds.

The fifth-year Gryffindor wizards had just finished a morning of classes and were preparing to cross the courtyard back to the Great Hall for lunch. Although there were bricks and tiles above the corridor to protect them from the rain, the two sides were open, and the cold wind blowing from all directions made their robes puff up and flutter in the wind.

Hermione returned to the long table and found a seat to sit down. She cast a spell to dry the corners of her robe sleeves that were wet by the rain. She took the warm pumpkin juice in front of Loren, gulped down a big gulp, and exhaled a sigh of relief.

Ignoring Loren's rolling eyes, Hermione handed over her plate and pushed his shoulder: "Hurry up, hurry up, I want beef pie, macaroni and cheese, condensed milk applesauce..."

"Ugh……"

Who made her birthday today?

Otherwise, I have to treat her to big chestnuts!
Loren stood up and walked a distance with two plates in his hands, then put all the food the little witch wanted to eat on the plates. The condensed milk applesauce was quite far away, so he just took a portion from the Hufflepuff table next to him.

The little witch ate with a very satisfied look on her face. She smiled at him from time to time and said that the food that was brought to one's mouth had to be delicious. Seeing this, Loren's appetite improved a lot.

While chewing a steak, I looked up at the magic dome of the auditorium. It was covered with dark clouds and the wind was howling. It seemed that this autumn rain would hardly stop today.

"I probably won't be able to attend the Care of Magical Creatures class this afternoon. I wonder if I still need to go to the greenhouse for Herbology?" Loren took a sip of the cream of mushroom soup. The slightly hot soup slowly flowed down his esophagus into his stomach, bringing warmth.

Although people know that this is bad for the esophagus, few can refuse this comfortable enjoyment in such weather.

"The greenhouse doesn't need to be exposed to rain, so we must hold classes as normal."

"..."

The chattering sounds were drowned out by the rich and tempting aroma. The metal knives and forks made crisp sounds when they collided with the porcelain plates. The little wizards talked about their morning classes, complained about the bad weather today, and talked about interesting things in their extracurricular life.

After lunch time is over.

Students who had classes walked to the classroom in groups of three or five, and the little wizards who had no classes returned to the common room. People gradually left and the auditorium became empty.

Harry suggested going to an empty classroom to wait for Hagrid and see if there were any new animals today. Ron quickly pulled Neville and Seamus along. He wanted to greet a few people, but he poked his head towards the corner at the end of the long table.

Loren and Hermione lay side by side on the table, their chins resting on their arms, and their other hands holding a spoon to fiddle with the same portion of strawberry pudding. The soft, elastic and smooth pudding swayed gently, and the color was tempting.

"Let's go Ron!"

Ron turned around and saw Harry staring at him seriously: "Don't disturb them, let's go to the empty classroom early."

"Why not invite both of them?"

"It's hard to explain to you, just listen to me."

"is it?"

Harry nodded seriously, as if the professor was convincing.

"Oh, let's go then."

"By the way, do you know what classes Ginny and the others have this afternoon?"

"The first section is Herbology, and then that's it."

"Oh……"

At the Gryffindor table, Hermione scooped out a spoonful of jelly and put it in her mouth, estimating how many spoonfuls of strawberry pulp were left. She wanted to eat the strawberry pulp as soon as possible, but she also wanted the present time to stay a little longer.

Loren pinched the spoon and gestured twice, estimating the remaining volume of the pudding. He felt that he could stuff the entire pudding into his stomach in two bites, but he didn't know how the little witch would react if he snatched the piece of pulp away.

I probably won't cry, but I'll probably punch him twice.

It’s really exciting just thinking about it!

"You haven't said happy birthday to me yet?"

"Slander! The first thing I said when I got downstairs this morning was to wish you a happy birthday!"

"Is that so..." Hermione scooped another spoonful of jelly and sipped it in her mouth, tasting the sweetness. "Then where is my birthday present?"

"..." Loren put down the spoon and thought for a few seconds. Finally, he gave up leaving the suspense for the last minute and took out a delicate feather pen from the pendant. "I originally planned to give you a piece of jewelry, but you already have a pendant, and you don't usually wear earrings or bracelets. After thinking for a long time, I finally decided to give you a feather pen, which you use the most."

"Is there anything special?"

"I modified its quill and stored a lot of ink in it. It should be enough for you to use until graduation."

Hermione held the quill as if to write something, gestured twice, and put it in her robe pocket, squinting her eyes in delight: "Thank you! I like this gift very much!"

Loren glanced at the little witch who picked up the spoon to eat pudding again and breathed a sigh of relief.

She probably couldn't imagine...

At this moment, Hermione suddenly raised her head and came closer, looking at him with sparkling eyes: "Did you hide the strawberry cake in the Room of Requirement, planning to surprise me tonight?"

"!!"

This girl is kind of scary!
Someone was so angry when his plan was exposed that he decided to eat her strawberries!
……

When they arrived at the empty classroom on the first floor, most of the students had already assembled. Hagrid moved all the tables, chairs and benches to the wall and only placed a long trestle table in the middle of the classroom. It was piled with wet Bowtruckles, which were fighting over eating ground beetles. Their hands and feet were thin and their palms were like leaves, just like countless living branches wriggling.

Harry and Ron stood by the table, poking at the little guys with their wands in their hands and chatting with Hagrid.

Occasionally, an angry Bowtruckle would climb up along the magic wand and try to tickle them, but would be slapped down by the half-giant with calloused hands. The little guys got used to being slapped so many times that they let themselves be poked by the two small sticks and ate their own dirt.

"Hagrid, how's Grawp doing?" Harry asked.

"He's been learning how to make barbecue lately, and he can't wait to eat it right after it's cooked." Hagrid chuckled, with no more scars on his face. "I'm teaching him some simple words, and your names, too!"

Ron smacked his lips and laughed, "Could it be Hag, Leon, and Hermione?"

Hagrid didn't care at all and laughed along, "Yes, he can only call Loren's name right now."

"..."

Hermione was discovered by her roommates as soon as she entered the classroom. Lavender ran over in a hurry, pulled Hermione's sleeve and walked to the corner: "Hermione, come and have a look, there is something wrong with the Bowtruckle sketch that Lavender and I made. Why does it look a little different from the one on the table!" Loren glanced at the sketch on their table and thought to himself, that's not a Bowtruckle at all, it's clearly a young Groot!
The girls were murmuring to themselves, but drawing was magical. When they lowered their heads to draw a finger, it felt like only two minutes had passed, but when they looked up, half an hour had passed.

Fortunately, Professor Hagrid asked them to hand in their homework to the prefect Parvati, so Lavender was able to draw a few more fingers.

This lesson is still about the bowtails, and the main content is the role of various parts of their bodies in the corresponding environment. For example, their fingers are slender and can be bent to facilitate fishing out borers in tree holes. Their feet are flexible and flexible to facilitate swinging on the tree. Their hair is shaped like leaves to avoid getting wet in the rain...

Not very interesting content.

However, the sound of lectures mixed with the sound of rain, and the class passed by in a blur.

The next class was Herbology. The fifth-year Gryffindors and Hufflepuffs attended the class together. They braved the wind and rain and trudged towards the greenhouse. The two groups of brothers were having a great time chatting while treading water.

It happened that the fourth grade students were finishing their classes, and Harry and Ginny exchanged glances again, making each other blush.

……

"Kreacher! I'm going to chop off your head and put it in the fireplace and burn it to ashes!"

The only heir to Number 12, Grimmauld Place, roared in the hallway, breaking the peaceful and leisurely afternoon at the Black mansion.

Sirius stood in the hallway, staring blankly at the mother and daughter standing at the door, his eyes twitching. The arrogance he had just used to scold the house-elf seemed to be completely blown away by the cold air that poured into the door. He trembled for a long time without uttering a complete sentence, until the zipper of the portrait curtain next to him was pulled open, and he finally came to his senses.

Without waiting for the portrait of Mrs. Black to scream, he swung his wand violently, and unprecedented magic power gushed out, quickly closing the curtains together and casting more than a dozen Sealing Spells in a row. Even if Snape came, he could only use his Sharp Edge to cut it open.

The house-elf who had always been loyal to the old lady looked away. Kreacher seemed not to notice Master Sirius's offense and extended his hand respectfully: "Ms. Carver, Miss Carver, please come in..."

This was the scene that Molly and Lupin, who had hurried over after hearing the roar, saw. The lady was a very ordinary woman, probably in her early thirties, with delicate and cold white skin, a plain face, and some wrinkles at the corners of her eyes. However, with a pair of dark and determined eyes, her whole person exuded a tenacious temperament, making her look attractive.

The girl next to him, who looked to be about seventeen or eighteen years old, was looking at everything in the old Black house without blinking her bright eyes.

Molly had seen that look in Arthur before, probably the curiosity when seeing Muggle electrical appliances.

"Well, let me introduce you..." Sirius' cheeks showed an unprecedented shyness, "This is Molly Weasley, this is Remus Lupin, currently staying at my house... I mentioned to you that there are some troubles in the wizarding world, they..."

"Saving the world!"

The girl at the door shouted with joy. She rushed forward impatiently and shook hands with both of them one by one. "Hello, I'm Marjorie. I heard Sirius talk about your story. I always thought he was teasing me. It's incredible..."

Betty smiled gently at the two of them, and naturally reached out to hold Sirius's hand: "Don't look at her like this now, she was scared when Kreacher found us... Meet Betty Carver, Sirius's fiancée..."

"Oh, come in and sit down..." Molly greeted warmly.

Lupin glanced at the two people who were gradually walking away, then looked at Sirius with blushing cheeks, and a playful smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "The famous Sirius Black is actually shy, incredible, really incredible..."

"You...I..." Sirius held it in for a long time, clenched his fist and hit him twice. In the end, he could only stare at the house-elf at the door who brought him this surprise. For a moment, he didn't know whether to thank or blame, "Who told you to do this? How did you find them?"

"I saw you release an owl this morning..." Kreacher shrank his neck, glanced at him secretly, and answered cautiously, "The owl was not flying in the direction of Hogwarts, so I thought I would follow it and see..."

Sirius:……

Kreacher said cautiously: "Master Sirius, you are the only one left in the Black family. If the Dark Lord makes a comeback, what if... we can't let the Black family disappear completely, right?"

Sirius laughed angrily, "Who gave you this idea?"

Kreacher's expression was serious, as if he was ready to die. "No one gave Kreacher the idea. Kreacher came up with it himself."

"Do you... do you think I will believe it?"

Lupin looked at Sirius, whose face turned red, not knowing whether he was embarrassed or annoyed, and put his arm around his shoulder and patted him: "Now is not the time to worry about this, let's entertain the guests first!"

……

Gryffindor common room.

eight pm.

Loren sat on the sofa and looked around, wondering where Hermione was. How could she disappear in the blink of an eye?
Parvati appeared out of nowhere and patted his shoulder: "Loren, Hermione asked me to tell you that she is waiting for you at the old place."

"..."

Why is there still someone rushing ahead?

Loren scratched his head, said goodbye to Parvati, stood up and walked out of the portrait cave.

After passing the portrait of the troll beating Silly Barnabas and pacing back and forth outside a seemingly ordinary corridor, Loren successfully opened the door of the Room of Requirement and met the little witch who had run away.

Hermione stood in a tidy room, wearing a light purple-blue gown with flowing fabric. Because it was last year's size, the girl's calves were exposed, which were white and particularly eye-catching, making her look taller.

Loren couldn't remember how he walked into the room or what they talked about.

It seems like I ate strawberry cake...

It seems like dancing...

At the end of the memory, the candlelight in the room was dim and the lights were hazy.

Hermione slowly raised her hands and hugged his waist. Fortunately, neither of them could see each other's expressions, otherwise they would be amused by each other's blushing faces. She snuggled in his arms and whispered, "Loren, thank you. I like your gift... and... you very much."

Loren hugged the soft waist in his arms, breathing in the familiar fragrance, his hot breath rolling in her ears, his voice was filled with laughter, and he asked softly: "What did you say just now, I didn't hear clearly."

Hermione's ears felt itchy, and she shrank back into the embrace uncomfortably, hugging him tighter: "I said I really like your gift."

"What about the next sentence?"

"There's nothing more after that. I don't understand what you're saying." Hermione felt that this person was really too much. He clearly heard it, but still asked her to say it again.

Loren chuckled, slowly loosened his arms, and untied the little witch's tightly bound hands. His dark eyes stared at her, sparkling and sparkling.

Hermione's breathing became a little rapid as she watched his lips press down on her. The scorching heat first landed on her lips, as if she was tasting some rare delicacy. His tongue tip, the corners of her lips, her chin, and on to her neck, all warm and soft, and he suddenly sucked hard.

Hermione raised her head and groaned in impatience, her heart was panicking and her mind was in a mess.

(End of this chapter)