days at Hogwarts

Chapter 711: Young Couple in Love

Because of the holiday syndrome, the little wizard had not adjusted his schedule yet and did not want to go back to the dormitory to sleep when the lights were about to be turned off. In addition, the news of the mysterious man's defeat gave the students another reason to celebrate, and the common room was still very lively until late at night.

In order to prevent the sticky liquid of Gobstone from dirtying the common room, the club was assigned to a corner position, and the crackling explosion card was in front of the fireplace. Part of the explosion sound was discharged along the flue, and the sound was not so deafening. The wizard chess players and onlookers made less noise, so they occupied the open space in the middle of the room. At first glance, the Gryffindor common room was noisy and chaotic, but in fact it was orderly and ingenious.

After the lights were turned off, the bluebell flames in glass bottles replaced the candles. The light was not as bright, but the soft flame was just right for illumination. The soda water and sparkling wine in the glass reflected a light and soft blue.

Harry and Ginny huddled on the sofa, their heads together, reading a book about magical creatures.

Hermione glanced at it as she passed by. On the cover were pictures of a dozen animals, huddled together with their claws and fangs bared. It looked like a shoddy picture album for children produced by an unknown publishing house.

There is not much text in the whole book, and the pictures are taken from somewhere. They are colorfully displayed in the most conspicuous place in the bookstore. Children can't walk when they see them. Parents buy them and find out that they are more expensive than some bulky textbooks when they check out at the front desk.

I don't know where he learned this scam.

Hermione thought for a moment and wanted to recommend some picture albums with exquisite painting, comprehensive information and excellent printing to the two of them, but before she could open her mouth, she was dragged away by Loren.

"The young couple are in the honeymoon period, they even find it fun to look up words in the dictionary, why are you interfering?"

"..."

Hermione was pulled to sit next to them, and although she didn't try to eavesdrop, the sound of the two people talking in low voices still reached her ears.

"Ginny, what do you say about me getting a hippogriff tattooed on my chest?"

"I think the Hungarian Horntail is better."

"Well, the fire dragon looks more manly."

"You can be manly without a tattoo."

"..."

Hermione shuddered and silently moved to the side, feeling goose bumps appearing on the skin of her arms.

Ron on the other side couldn't stand the two of them anymore: "Hey, be careful, don't be so reckless just because I allow you to date, this is too..."

"We are unbridled?" Ginny snorted, "What about you and Lavender? Remember those days when you were making out everywhere, like a pair of eels stuck together! Do you need me to help you recall? The Great Hall, the Common Room, the Courtyard, the Entrance Hall..."

"..."

Ron was scolded so much that he ran away.

Hermione calmly withdrew her gaze and began to reflect on whether she had done anything that was caused by love.

Comparing with Ron and Lavender, and doing a preliminary search in my memory, fortunately, there was basically no extreme behavior such as kissing in public.

Search again, comparing Harry and Ginny...

Two blushes appeared on Hermione's cheeks. It seemed that they had started talking and chatting together in the first grade, also in the corner of the common room. From classroom knowledge to past experiences, from the morning star to the moon, it seemed that there were always endless topics to talk about. But now she couldn't remember what they had talked about at the time.

There must be some really stupid stuff too.

Looking at the glimmer in the girl's eyes, sometimes frowning and sometimes smiling, her expression changing constantly, her cheeks slowly turning red, Loren felt strange and put the back of his hand on her cheek: "What's wrong, why is your face so red and hot, is it too stuffy in the lounge?"

"!!"

Hermione's shame reached its peak at this moment. She glared at the man. In the half-bright light of the light blue fire, the girl's cheeks were flushed and her eyes were shining. There was no deterrent effect at all. Loren was about to continue asking questions, but the girl had already picked up the book and stood up and walked upstairs.

"Are you planning on going to bed so early?"

"..."

"Then I'll go back and wash up. See you tomorrow morning."

Hermione paused, but turned back and whispered, "See you tomorrow morning."

……

The sound of dormitories opening and closing came from the room outside.

Loren stood in front of the bathroom mirror, spit out the fresh-tasting toothpaste foam in his mouth, wiped the water droplets on his chin, turned around and walked out.

The roommates have returned.

The chandelier cast a bright yellow candlelight, and a huge mirror stood in the middle of the room. The top was engraved with obscure inscriptions, with an exquisite golden frame and a base carved into a claw shape. The mirror reflected the candlelight, illuminating the entire room. In front of the gorgeous mirror, the figures of the four roommates stood in a row, staring at the mirror with curiosity.

Ron stood in the center, his eyes wide open, his own figure reflected in his pupils, wearing a stylish Quidditch uniform, with a student president badge on his chest, and various trophies and medals displayed behind him.

Seamus pushed Ron hard, his expression distorted due to excessive force: "It's my turn, it's my turn."

Neville had pure curiosity in his eyes as he looked at the carvings on the mirror and silently recited the inscription on the top. He was not as enthusiastic about the scene in the mirror as the other two.

The most surprising thing was Harry, who stood by with a smile on his face and calm eyes, and gently advised the two not to fight over it, saying that the mirror was lent to him by Dumbledore and there was no rush to return it, as there was plenty of time and both of them could have a good look at it.

Loren was a little surprised by this scene. He walked over to Harry and asked in surprise, "Why don't you stand in the front? Haven't you always wanted to see the mirror image of the whole family reunited?"

Harry shook his head, "Unlike the mother in front of me that night, the mirror image is just a false illusion. It can't talk to me or hear me. There's nothing to see."

"Tsk, I still remember when we first found the Mirror of Erised in first grade, some people would rather skip lunch and stand in front of the mirror."

"..."

Harry remained silent, pretending he heard nothing. As long as he didn't respond, Loren was not making fun of him.

"It looks like he has recovered. He has finally gotten rid of the listless look he had a few days ago." Loren observed his condition and said with a sigh, "This is the power of love."

"I just figured it out..."

Harry turned his head and looked at the mirror in front of him, as if he was talking to someone through the mirror. Because it was not the best position, he could only see the reflections of a few people in the mirror. "Professor Trelawney had made that prophecy before I was born, and subsequent events also confirmed the content of the prophecy. If everything is destined and the ending of the story has been written, perhaps I should enjoy the process before the ending."

The young man seems to be in a bad mood.

Loren raised an eyebrow: "Harry, I think you take the prophecy too seriously."

"Is there anything wrong?"

"You've been to the Prophecy Room in the Department of Mysteries, where there are thousands of prophecy balls on display. You don't think every prophecy can come true, do you?"

Harry was stunned for a moment: "What do you mean?"

(End of this chapter)