days at Hogwarts

Chapter 71 Winter is for Spring
The wind and snow mixed the air-conditioning to squeeze into the castle, and the warm current in the castle squeezed out the air-conditioning again, where the silver-white snow meets the gray-black stone wall gate.

Because of the holiday, Loren was lazy. It was obvious that he was dragging the box, but this person leaned against the box instead.The eyelids are raised, hiding the sapphire-like crystal eyes.

Hermione looked at him, his eyes brighter and bluer than when they first met.

This is the first wizard friend I met, in Diagon Alley, on the Hogwarts Express, at the sorting ceremony, in Transfiguration class...

Loren is by his side in all the scenes, and his shenanigans are jaw-dropping and always relaxing.

A boring flight lesson becomes fun when he is around.The corridors of the school seemed to be getting very short, and the walk from the Room of Requirement back to the Gryffindor common room seemed to be never enough.

For more than a month during the Christmas holiday, Hermione suddenly felt that she was also a little bit reluctant to leave Loren just like she was reluctant to leave Hogwarts.

"When I pass the owl shack later, I will take Hanhan away." Hermione stared fixedly at the boy in front of her.

"Got it! I will reply." Loren dragged the box back and forth, and the wheels made grunting noises on the ground, as if it was some interesting game.

Snowflakes fluttered down from the sky, painting the silver-covered earth with a touch of white. The carriages in the distance were covered by trees, and only faint red could be seen. Give back a touch of white to the sky.

Loren is not used to such a scene, the atmosphere is weird.

The girl looked up at Loren, her eyes were bright and her eyelashes were flickering, as if mustering up the courage to do something, she opened her hands towards Loren.

But the courage was only enough to last this far, and the shyness in his heart regained the upper hand. Hermione's cheeks blushed quickly, and she no longer dared to look at Loren.

She controlled her hands to reach out to the suitcase, pretending that the action just now was just to take the suitcase.

At this moment, Loren embraced the girl and patted her on the back, "Merry Christmas!"

"Merry Christmas!"

Hermione said softly, she felt that Loren's body temperature was a little hot, and her heart was beating fast, she told herself that this was a simple farewell hug, this was a simple farewell hug.

The girl quickly grabbed the handle of the suitcase and walked outside without looking back.

Looking at Hermione's hurried footsteps, Loren was a little puzzled. Isn't there still a while before the start of the car? Why are you in such a hurry?
Unable to figure it out, Loren put the problem behind him, and he planned to go to the kitchen to get a new basket of pears and freeze it.

On the way to the kitchen, Loren looked at the corridor outside the Hufflepuff lounge. The walls and ceiling here were covered with various ornaments. Loren also saw some pictures of the Muggle world.

Compared with students from other colleges, the little badgers have a stronger enthusiasm for decorating the Christmas corridor.

From a distance, I saw a little girl with twin ponytails bouncing out of the kitchen with a fruit basket in one hand, humming a pleasant melody.

"Hello! Loren!" Hannah Abbott looked very happy, raising the end of every word.

"Hi Hannah, are you staying at school for Christmas?"

"Yeah, I don't want to spend Christmas in pubs this year."

Hannah's mum always takes her for Christmas at the Leaky Cauldron, where owner Tom throws a Christmas party every year, and while the food is good, she's always wanted to try the butterbeer, but this year she wants to be at the Hoag Watts for Christmas.

Loren looked at the basket in her hand, which contained all kinds of fruits, most of which were pears.

Since yesterday, several Hufflepuff students have asked him how to make frozen pears. These people always have the most sincere and noble enthusiasm for life.

"Oh, I want to try to see how the other fruit jelly tastes." Hannah noticed Loren's gaze and explained readily.

"Neville also has this idea, but he has gone home, maybe you can write a letter to communicate."

No one knew what Loren was secretly poking about. This was Neville's future wife. Loren wanted to see what kind of reaction Neville, that stuffy boy, would have when they got in touch in advance. Just think about it and look forward to it.

"Really? I remembered it, and I'll share with you some delicious fruit after I freeze it!" Hannah bounced away.

After bidding farewell to Hannah, Loren shook his finger to scratch the pear on the cartoon, and heard the giggle of the pear and entered the kitchen.

The house elves in the kitchen are not only preparing today's lunch and dinner, but also doing some preparations for the Christmas dinner.

You can't imagine such a scene, 100 slaughtered turkeys rub each other in a huge wooden barrel, their bath water is a variety of pickled sauces, and the turkeys smear the sauces on their bodies Every part of it, so as to ensure that the finished product is delicious.

Mai and a few other house-elves whose names were not known stood beside them, wagging their fingers and directing them. It looked a bit like a concert, and the elves were the conductors.

Loren finds wheat and offers to ask for some more pears.

"Of course! It's Mai's honor!" Mai's brows were raised high, and it looked happy that Loren liked the pears last time.

Loren couldn't get used to this kind of flattering tone, and got goosebumps all over his body.

Wheat quickly brought Loren a basket full of pears. The pears were crowded together and filled the entire basket. The few outside seemed to be squeezed out of the basket at any time.

Loren carried the fruit basket carefully. He was afraid that the pears would fall out of it, so he took out a box of chocolate frogs from his pocket, "It's not a valuable thing, let's take it as a Christmas present for you."

It's like seeing a child, a water delivery worker, or a delivery person during the holidays, giving a tip or giving a good review. It's nothing but auspicious.

Wheat stared blankly at the piece of candy, with tears in his eyes, and murmured: "Christmas gift, Mr. Morgan gave Wheat a Christmas gift."

"My God, Wheat has Christmas presents!" screamed the elf.

The house-elf was running around the kitchen like crazy, holding a chocolate frog and yelling words he couldn't understand.

There were exclamations among the other elves, as if this was a big deal.

Loren was wondering whether to slip away now. He knew that the house elves might have psychological problems, but he didn't expect such a big psychological problem.

Mai Mai ran a few laps and returned to Loren, staring at him straight in the eyes.

"Benevolent, kind, great Mr. Morgan, Wheat will always be loyal to you!"

"Even if you graduate from Hogwarts, as long as you want, Wheat will always be your servant."

Hiss, Loren gasped, what, a piece of candy tricked out a free worker, how black-hearted the capitalist Dumbledore must be.

But he didn't think so. No one in modern society would be able to accept this kind of thing. He felt uncomfortable when he came into contact with the elves twice.

He hurriedly explained: "No, no, it's not something valuable."

Wheat stared at Loren stubbornly, "This is Wheat's promise. In Wheat's eyes, there is nothing more precious than this in the world."

This guy is brainless. Loren couldn't persuade him, and he couldn't hide if he couldn't provoke him. He ran away with the pear.

The next time you go to the kitchen to get food, you should find other elves, no, next time you will directly ask other little wizards to help you get things.

(End of this chapter)