days at Hogwarts

Chapter 762 Return
The sun rises and sets, and then there is another full moon.

August 17th. I have been in New York for two weeks.

Harry sat at the desk by the window of the hotel, recalling his experiences of the past few days and writing postcards carefully.

Suddenly, there were light footsteps in the corridor outside. He immediately put away his quill, quickly pulled the magazine over the postcard, walked to the door with a vigilant look on his face, and listened with his ears pricked up.

Along with the sound of the refrigerator door opening and closing, the footsteps gradually faded away.

It turned out that it was just Tonks who came out to look for something to eat.

Harry listened behind the door for a while, and only when he was sure that Tonks had returned to the room did he tiptoe back to his desk, move the fashion magazine aside, and continue writing about his experiences of the past few days behind "Dear Ginny".

Some Aurors and members of the Order of the Phoenix have already returned early, such as Sirius. After all, he is now a family man, and his daughter was born not long ago. It is impossible for him to stay here to cooperate with the Magical Congress of the United States to do some meaningless paperwork. As for Bill and Charlie, they were mainly under pressure from Mrs. Weasley, worried that if they returned later, they would be kicked out of the house...

There were quite a few British wizards who stayed in New York. In addition to helping with post-war processing, there were also some idle people, such as Tonks and Remus.

The cause of the incident is quite complicated.

Dumbledore was an open-minded and friendly headmaster who always put himself in the students' shoes and looked at things from their perspective, so he agreed to Harry's travel plan without any hesitation and even gave him his own travel suggestions, which were all places he wanted to visit after retirement, and they sounded very interesting.

Minister Scrimgeour broke his promise. He clearly said at the beginning that he just needed to get the principal's consent, but then he said he was worried about a non-graduate student traveling alone and refused to let him leave.

Finally, the headmaster came up with a compromise, letting Auror Tonks and Remus, a member of the Order of the Phoenix, accompany the guards and be responsible for security.

Harry's journey officially began.

Tonks Nymphadora had just graduated a few years ago, and her mentality was still that of a young person. She loved to eat and play, and would seriously discuss some sudden ideas with him, making her a qualified travel companion. Remus was not the kind of rigid-minded parent, but had a gentle and friendly personality. Even if he didn't agree with his ideas, he wouldn't say anything to spoil the fun.

It will be a pleasant journey no matter how you think about it.

This thought lasted less than two hours.

When they came out of the Woolworth Building after visiting it, Harry's mind was still full of those magical and interesting devices. He was about to talk to them about the difference between the Aurors of the MACUSA and the Aurors of the Ministry of Magic, but when he turned around and saw -

The two of them were clinging to each other, taking bites of the ice cream.

Why can’t I get rid of couples wherever I go?
At that time, Harry felt a surge of depression in his heart and was very sad and angry.

This was clearly his only trip before graduation, so how did it suddenly become a honeymoon for these two?

This country is a good place, far away from the UK. Most of the wizards I met have never heard of the name of the Savior Star. They will not come over to say hello when they see the lightning scar on his forehead. It is very comfortable to visit the wizard community here. You can also cast spells secretly when no one is paying attention in Muggle attractions. Except that the accent sounds a bit strange, the other experiences are very good.

But every time he saw the two people next to him, Harry always felt that there was a flaw in his wonderful journey.

At times like this, he missed Ginny terribly.

Harry had thought about dragging Loren and Hermione in, letting the four of them torture each other and taking a good look at the ugly faces of lovers, but unfortunately he could never see them. It was said that the two of them were staying in Ilvermorny and were too busy to spare the time, and rarely came back to the hotel.

When dining in the restaurant on weekends, I would occasionally hear staff from the Magical Congress of the United States talking about Hermione, or Miss Granger as they called her.

Hermione entered the Magical Congress of the United States for an internship two weeks ago. At the beginning, she was only involved in the docking work between the temporary working group and various departments. In less than five days, she discovered three loopholes in the airport's post-war handling plan and thirteen hidden dangers in the werewolf prevention measures. She published three articles in succession in the New York Ghost, one of which was on the front page.

He was directly recommended by Congressman Kohauge to join his campaign team, where he participated in the planning of campaign plans and the formulation of campaign policies.

Harry smacked his lips.

He knew that Hermione was excellent, and all the students in this Hogwarts class knew that Miss Granger was excellent. They were used to hearing from their professors about grades, extra points, and essays that were never in suspense... But this kind of excellence was different from the excellence in school. When Harry heard the staff of the Magical Congress of the United States recounting Miss Granger's deeds in recent days in an admiring tone, he felt an indescribable shock in his heart.

There is also a touch of pride.

The round full moon begins a new round of waning.

Hermione begins her third week of internship. Loren makes a breakthrough in the astral positioning magic he found in the Ilvermorny Library. At the same time, the Ministry of Magic announces the fall of Voldemort and the Death Eaters.

That morning, the Daily Prophet printed an additional 3,000 copies.

……

Until August 22nd.

It's time to return.

The reason for taking a plane here was to keep the plan secret, and for the return trip, everything was kept simple. The Magical Congress of the United States of America provided a portkey that went directly to Diagon Alley in London, and the start time was set at 7:30 pm.

In order to arrange the subsequent extradition and handover of the Death Eaters, Samuel Colehaug will return to London with them.

Loren packed his things two days in advance, mainly using the Elder Wand to perform the Double Duplicate technique to steal the teaching system materials designed by Ilvermorny. The paper was thick and the handwriting was clear, ensuring that no traces would be left.

After dinner, we went to the hotel lobby to wait.

"Good evening, Mr. Fontana. We will be leaving today. The materials we have read are all on the bookshelf. I also left a few copies of my notes. Please remember to write to me if you have any success with the Snake Tree Project."

"Okay Loren, I'll remember that."

"I invite you to come to Hogwarts again when you are free."

"I will." Fontana nodded slightly at the school gate. He had learned the wrong lessons from Dumbledore. He was only in his teens, but he acted like an old man. "If our ideas are useful to Hogwarts and if there are any results from the teaching reform, please remember to write to us for communication."

"Uh, I'll tell Dumbledore."

"Give Professor McGonagall my regards."

"?"

Professor, you know a lot!

Loren grinned and nodded again in thanks, then was dragged by Hermione to say goodbye to the colleagues she had met in the past two weeks, exchanging gifts and mailing addresses.

The staff of the Magical Congress of the United States had some subtle expressions. In just three weeks, all the staff were impressed by the abilities that Hermione had demonstrated. They even thought that if Hermione continued to work, perhaps in a few years, the next president of the Magical Congress would be Miss Granger. Therefore, they were a little curious about her boyfriend.

The staff looked the young wizard over in silence.

Scrimgeour, who was watching nearby, had a sullen look on his face, his brows slightly darkened, and he glanced at the two people behind Colehaug, Pickley and Nancy, who would also accompany him to visit the Ministry of Magic.

Kou Haog raised his eyebrows, calmly took half a step forward, protected the young wizard behind him, and blocked his coveted sight.

The secret confrontation between the two senior officials was silent.

Time passed slowly, and dozens of wizards stood in the hotel lobby, grabbing a piece of tattered cloth in the bright light, waiting quietly. At exactly 7:30, the cloth-shaped door key was activated on time.

The wizards only felt the cold hook rope wrapped around their navels in an instant, and then dragged them with irresistible momentum. For a moment, Loren's vision became blurry, and the space was distorted and stretched. With a slight feeling of weightlessness and dizziness, he flew forward like a gust of wind...

"call out!"

When their vision became clear again, they were above a foggy street, breaking through the cold wind and falling rapidly, or rather, falling downwards. The sound of the wind whistling past their ears was heard, and they could vaguely see the winding and complex streets below.

It was London, which I had not seen for a long time.

……

Night fell on Hampstead.

The Grangers' house was still dark. No lights were on, only the flickering candlelight and the scent of perfume. "Pop."

Wendell Granger lit the last candle on the dining table and opened the expensive red wine with skillful movements. It was a romantic candlelight dinner and his wife didn't have to worry at all.

A good marriage takes work.

It is not convenient to run the business when Mr. Bates is around, nor is it convenient when his daughter is at home.

Mr. Bates took the house-elf named Wheat out while his daughter and Loren were not at home, so that he could carry out such romance at home.

Wendell gave Monica a gentle smile, walked to the kitchen with a calm and confident step, unpacked the package delivered from the restaurant, and put exquisite desserts, tender steak, and fragrant mushroom soup into the family's plates... If their daughter hadn't gone out, they would not eat these at home. Too much sugar is not good for teeth, and dentist parents should set a good example.

In a hurry to show off, and because the restaurant packaging was difficult to fold, he crumpled up the packaging and stuffed it into the trash can.

As he turned to leave the kitchen, Wendell caught a glimpse of the owl next door fluttering around in circles on the roof, looking extremely excited.

The spectacled owl that I raised from a small child usually stayed out all night during holidays and would go home only after the sun rose in the morning. It always looked silly. Now that night had fallen, it was clearly time for it to leave home and go out to play.

Wendell fell into deep thought. If the magic owl didn't have a short circuit, then this excited puppy-like behavior could only mean that its owner would be back soon. If Loren was coming back, then...

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"Monica!"

……

The greening of the Hampstead community is excellent, with flowers blooming in every season. As the summer vacation draws to a close, the lavender is still beautiful, and there are plants similar to osmanthus in the green belts, which are in full bloom.

It's just that it's late August, the end of summer, and some sensitive plants have already sensed the coming of autumn and are beginning to prepare for winter.

The green plants along the way have changed a little, but they all feel very familiar.

Loren stopped in front of the door to the courtyard lawn and quietly looked at the girl next to him. He found that Hermione was also looking at him, so the two of them looked at each other in silence.

"Did you bring them any presents?"

“I’m too busy at work every day…”

Loren tilted his head and frowned slightly: "You seem to be hinting at something?"

Hermione pursed her lips: "I didn't."

"I won't bother with you for now."

Loren looked up at the second floor and saw the spectacled owl waving its wings at him on the roof. It seemed that it had received some letter when it was not at home, so he waved his hand to let Hanhan stay at home and he would go upstairs later.

"Why aren't the lights on at home? No one is at home. Are they out for dinner tonight?"

"..."

Crookshanks came out from the gap in the fence at some point, came to Loren's feet, pulled at his trouser legs with his claws, and raised his head to let out a rough meow.

Crookshanks has always been free-range. With cat-kneel bloodline, he is extremely smart and agile. There is no need to worry about him being bullied by nearby stray cats and dogs. In addition, with his keen perception, those malicious humans cannot get close to him at all.

He is like the cat bully of Hampstead.

"Someone's home."

Loren bent down, picked up Crookshanks, and scratched his chin: "Why don't you turn on the light?"

As if hearing their voices, the lights in Granger's house suddenly came on. Hermione felt a little strange and pushed open the courtyard door and walked inside.

As soon as they walked in, they heard footsteps quickly inside, and then the door opened. Wendell appeared in front of them with a smile on his face, and Monica followed slowly behind him.

"Why did you come back so suddenly?"

"What do you mean, Dad, don't you want me to come back?"

"Um, I wanted to ask if you guys had dinner yet?"

"Ate."

"Are you hungry now? Do you want to eat something?"

"Dad, you seem a little weird..."

"Ignore him."

Monica put her arm around her shoulders and welcomed her into the house. As they walked into the house, she leaned close to her ear and whispered, "Is everything going well over there?"

Hermione nodded, "It went very smoothly. The terrorist organization was destroyed and the wizarding world is now at peace."

"That's not what I'm talking about."

"Oh, Mom..."

The mother and daughter chatted in whispers.

When the two walked away, Wendell, who heard a few words, frowned and looked at Loren suspiciously, but unfortunately nothing could be seen from his expression.

"Loren, Bates is taking Little McIlroy out to see a play. Do you want to sit with us for a while?"

"?"

"Royal Opera House, tonight is Shakespeare's The Merchant of Venice."

"??"

"Don't worry, they are disguised and no one will find out."

"..."

Back at his home, Loren sat on the sofa, stroking Crookshanks's hair. He had been able to remain calm when facing Voldemort a few weeks ago, but now he seemed a little dazed.

As a house-elf, Wheat is a cautious person.

Grandpa Bates is a retired soldier and a cured werewolf who has been hiding in the alpine pasture for decades...

Question: Who is the commander of this operation?
Loren couldn't come up with an answer, so he could only put it aside for the time being and wait for the suspect to fall into the trap before further investigation.

Susu!

Hanhan flapped his wings and flew down from the building, holding a delicate greeting card in his mouth. On the cover was written:

"wedding

William Arthur

Fleur Isabelle

(End of this chapter)