days at Hogwarts

Chapter 67 The Lively Snow
Close the window and clap your hands. Loren doesn't know how long the pears should be frozen. Throw them outside and freeze them for about a week.

Whether it is Changsheng or Cuiyulu, Loren has no idea, and the frozen pears that can be eaten in a week are more worth looking forward to.

Great Hall, at the Gryffindor table.

"Hurry up!" Seamus looked excited, "The snow on the playground is already waiting for us!"

Hearing this, the little wizards around all accelerated their eating speed.

It's the weekend, and the little wizards who have been holding back for a week have already discussed how to play. There is a thick layer of snow on the playground, which is very suitable for snowball fights.

Loren was drinking mushroom soup, which was salty and rich, with a sweet aftertaste, and he squinted his eyes comfortably.

"Are you going to be with them too?" Hermione asked Loren carefully and tentatively. She looked like she didn't sleep well and had slight bags under her eyes.

In the past, Hermione and Loren would go to the Response Room to practice on Saturdays, and the current record is about 100 to 22.Except for the time when Loren was practicing the Iron Armor Curse, Hermione couldn't bring Loren down again. The little witch held her breath in her heart, and she must show him some strength this week.

The little witch is a little lost, if Loren wants to play, he should go to the library to read.

"Did you stay up late to read again last night?" Loren glanced into Hermione's eyes and didn't answer her question.

"I, I thought I wouldn't have class today." Hermione replied weakly, and then realized why she acted like she had done something wrong. She raised her head to be tougher, but was swept away by Loren's eyes, and then lowered again.

"Today we will practice in another place."

Loren breathed the last of the bottom of the bowl into his stomach, sighing contentedly.

change place?where?
Hermione was ignorantly dragged to the playground by Loren.

The stands and the lawn were covered with snow, and even the lines drawn on the ground could not be seen.There are already many little wizards playing here, making snowmen, playing snowball fights, laughter and screams lingering over the playground.

The most eye-catching are the twins, one of them is sitting on the plank, and the other is pulling the rope and running forward.

"Ah~~~~" the twins yelled happily, one pulling the other and running from one side of the playground to the other.

Hermione's eyes followed the twins from one end to the other.

boom.

A loose snowball hit the back of Hermione's head. It didn't hurt, but it knocked Hermione out of her mind.

Hermione stared blankly at Loren.

"Today's practice!"

Loren waved at Hermione and smiled happily. Hermione felt that the smile was harsh no matter how you looked at it.

Loren made another snowball and shot a fadeaway, hitting Hermione on the head.

Scattered snow fell from Hermione's face, icy cold.

boom!Another snowball.

"Loren!"

Hermione screamed and rushed towards Loren.

Not only here, scattered battlefields in other places gradually spread, and soon there was a big melee on the playground, with snowballs flying around everywhere, and everyone tacitly agreed not to use magic.

You may have locked someone in the last second, but in the next second a snowball spreads on your face, and you have one more enemy.

Except for Hermione, Hermione has no one else in her eyes, staring at Loren.

This damn Loren, Hermione's mind kept flashing images, from the chocolate frog on the train to the pile of cockroaches that night.She was determined to teach Loren a lesson.

Compared to Loren, who grew up on the mountain, Hermione was not familiar with this kind of game. She would get smashed when she was rolling snowballs, and she would be smashed when she was looking for someone.

When Hermione squeezed the snowball and threw it at Loren, Loren would always get out of the way quickly, and hit Hermione's face with a backhand.

"Ah!" After repeated several times, Hermione couldn't take it anymore, she gave up Snowball and planned to do it directly, and she rushed towards Loren.

"Go to hell!"

Loren was worried about being beaten, so he moved and fled quickly.The two chased each other and ran around the playground.

Seeing this scene, the Weasley twins looked at each other and laughed.

When Loren passed by the twins, Fred reached out and grabbed Loren, hooked his hand on his shoulder, and said loudly, "Hi, Loren, long time no see!"

Before Loren could react, George said, "Oh, Fred, we're going to be late."

"Goodbye! Loren." The two said in unison, pulling their simple sled away quickly.

Those two guys were so bad at acting that anyone could tell they were trying to hold Loren back.

Loren looked at Hermione, who was approaching quickly, and raised his hands, "Temp, truce! There is interference from outside!"

Hermione couldn't hear anything, ran all the way, and flew towards Loren, knocking him to the ground and pinning his hand.

Hermione was panting, her face flushed from the exercise.

"You promise! Don't play tricks on me again!"

"When did I ever play tricks on you?"

"How can you guarantee it if you haven't made it?" Loren was still stubborn.

Loren could feel Hermione's breath, which was warm, and she turned her head uncomfortably.

Bang, tilting his head, a snowball flew from nowhere and hit Loren's face.

"Bah~" Some snow fell into Loren's mouth, his face and body were covered with snow, and he looked extremely embarrassed.

Hermione looked at Loren and burst out laughing.

Loren was a little annoyed, "Why are you laughing!"

Hermione laughed even louder when she heard this sentence, and couldn't control it no matter what, she gradually let go of Loren's hand, and fell beside Loren, still giggling while clutching her stomach.

Hermione didn't know why it was so funny, but she couldn't help it when she saw Loren's appearance.

As if laughter is contagious, Loren couldn't help it, and said with a smile, "What about you, what are you laughing at?"

There was still snow in the sky, and it was cold, but the faces and hearts of both of them were hot.

……

Gryffindor common room, in front of the fireplace.

Several little wizards were sitting around the fireplace, wrapped in blankets. They played wildly in the morning, and they didn't come back until their clothes were wet and it was too cold.

The fire in the fireplace was burning very vigorously, and the firewood crackled from time to time, and the red light reflected on their faces, their eyes were shining, and their faces were hot.

"Are you going home for Christmas or staying at school?" Ron looked at the others, talking about his parents' impromptu decision to visit his older brother Charlie, who raised dragons in Romania.

From the second week of December, on this Monday, the deans of each college began to collect the lists of students returning home. Today is Saturday, and everyone's choices should be finalized.

Bookings for the Hogwarts Express will start next week.

Seamus and Neville are going home for the holidays, and Hermione also said that she is going home, and she misses her parents very much.

Harry was very happy, he should spend Christmas with his godfather, Hagrid said that Sirius would give him a surprise.

Loren received a letter from Grandpa Bates last week, saying that Grandpa Bates was still traveling around the country, and Loren had to stay at school for Christmas.

"And you are my true friend!" Ron looked at Loren affectionately.

Loren took a sip of the hot coffee in the cup, "Stop, I don't want to play wizard chess with you at all."

Ron was the best at wizard chess among them, even the clever Hermione couldn't compare to him, every time Ron got a chance, he would pull a few people to play wizard chess, and everyone was tired of it.

Ron's face suddenly became depressed, and everyone laughed happily.

(End of this chapter)