days at Hogwarts

Chapter 767: Seventh Grade Starts
April 8th, night.

Loren was bored at night and experimented with several sets of rune arrays. He felt that Flamel was too eager and reproduced the theoretical model so quickly that he could not keep up with the speed of designing the model. He always felt a sense of urgency to speed up the progress.

Flamel is probably the ideal form of artificial intelligence. He doesn't need to eat or drink, doesn't sleep, and doesn't even need to be charged. When he needs it, he projects and tests runes in the real world. When he doesn't need it, he goes back into the fantasy book to test runes.

After a few hours, Loren was exhausted, so he lay on his back with his arms as a pillow, and began to fall asleep. He stared at the light on the ceiling, his pupils constantly dilated and adjusted the focus of his eyes to observe different degrees of astigmatism.

It's hazy and the light is dim.

This was his way of inducing sleepiness. After more than ten minutes, the effect was very weak and a vague outline was always floating in front of his eyes.

The light has no shape, but it seems to be able to outline everything. The faint rays of light are dragged and stretched, gradually forming complex and twisted runes, two by two, reflecting each other and gradually becoming clearer.

Loren's empty mind subconsciously pondered the meaning of the runes, thinking about how to use these rune groups and integrate them into the new alchemical model of space shifting.

"..."

My mind is becoming clearer and more energetic.

Loren even felt like he could pull an all-nighter.

"I'm suffering from insomnia at such a young age. It's all Flamel's fault..."

Loren shook his head and threw those complicated and obscure runes out of his mind: "Tomorrow is the last opening dinner. How can I attend it when I am drowsy? I have to find a way to get a good night's sleep."

After muttering a few words, he began to think seriously and analyzed to himself: "Entering the Book of Fantasy with one's will can help to nourish the spirit, but that is not true sleep and is not pious enough; using Bloody Mary's hand mirror can help to enter a dream, but it requires me to be distracted and hook the dream, which is not a good idea; speaking of which, there are still a few bottles of Living Hell Decoction in the pendant, but the potion has been stored for several months, and there may be some side effects..."

"Ugh……"

Loren sighed.

As a legendary wizard who defeated Voldemort, he was actually troubled by insomnia. Who would believe it if I told others about it?
There is nothing I can do about this kind of thing, so I have to ask others for help.

……

The Grangers.

After washing up, Hermione sat back on the bed, took out the seventh-grade textbooks she had bought a few days ago, turned on the reading light at the bedside, and began to read carefully.

The only sound in the room was the turning of pages.

Not long after, the air suddenly made a slight humming sound, and a figure appeared out of thin air beside the bed.

Hermione looked up.

Loren stood by the bed holding a pillow. He used the Elder Wand to activate the magic of space. Combined with his superb Apparition skills, the space movement made almost no sound, so he did not alarm his girlfriend's parents.

"I have insomnia."

"?"

Hermione tilted her head with a cute expression.

"It's all Flamel's fault. He dragged me to test the runes in the middle of the night." Loren's expression was indignant, and his acting was a bit exaggerated. "In order to stay in good spirits and be in the best condition for tomorrow's opening dinner, I came to ask for your help."

Hermione was silent for a moment: "I have the Living Hell Potion here."

"It has been left there for several months. There may be unknown side effects."

"Standard supplies issued by the Magical Congress of the United States of America. The date is very fresh."

"Who knows what ingredients they use to make it? I'm worried."

"I have sleeping pills in my medicine cabinet."

"Sleeping pills have obvious side effects."

"Then what do you think?"

"According to my analysis, this insomnia is not just due to Flamel." Loren said nonsense seriously, "Think about it, we slept together in Ilvermorny before, which lasted for several weeks. I got used to it. When I returned home, I had to adapt to the new sleeping environment, so I couldn't sleep."

"so?"

"We still maintain our original sleeping habits like we did in Ilvermorny, which helps us maintain deep sleep and develop good habits of sleep and rest."

"..."

Hermione stared at him expressionlessly.

Loren said solemnly: "In order to welcome the final opening dinner, please!"

Hermione pursed her lips, looked away, and whispered, "Look at the seventh grade textbooks with me for a while. Don't make trouble or talk loudly. If my dad finds out, he'll beat you with dental tools."

"Ok."

Dentist tools, so scary!

Loren climbed onto Hermione's bed naturally. It was soft and comfortable, but the quilt was a little thin and narrow for summer. They had to squeeze together to cover the two of them. He and Hermione were close together and could see the words on the book.

Who would read words at this time?

Loren didn't even bother to look at the textbook of the subject. He immediately hugged the sweet and soft Hermione, sniffed her hair, rubbed her cheeks and neck, and couldn't help but sucked her twice.

"..."

Hermione wiped the saliva from her face, put down the textbook, and looked at him calmly.

"Sorry, sorry, I couldn't help it."

"..."

Hermione didn't want to dwell on this issue, so she picked up the corner of the book and turned another page.

This page is a flow chart of the distillation and extraction steps. Now I can see clearly that it is definitely a Alchemy textbook.

Loren hugged Hermione and glanced at her for a few seconds, then paused for a moment and said, "You know, the water sold in the supermarket tastes a bit sweet, but pure water without impurities is colorless and tasteless."

Hermione's mind wandered for a few seconds as she thought about the drinking water in the supermarket, but she didn't respond.

Turning the page, the person next to me spoke again: "We usually eat white bread without sugar, but we can still taste a slight sweetness. This is the result of the amylase in the saliva."

The sound of pages turning was heard.

"Some people say that saliva itself is sweet. Hermione, what do you think?"

"..."

Adhering to the rigorous and realistic scientific research spirit, Loren finally found the answer to the problem.

Some people really have lips and tongues that are sweet, refreshing, warm and soft.

It's a pity that if you kiss for too long, it will bite you.

……

August 9, early morning.

Cool air seeped in through a half-finger-wide gap in the window. The curtains were half-closed, revealing half of the bright morning light. The light in the room was a little dim, making it difficult to tell whether it was morning or afternoon. The sleepiness was tempting, but the soft quilt made people not want to get up.

Lauren awoke to find Hermione curled up against his chest.

The girl's scent lingered on my nose, and a few naughty strands of hair stuck to my face, making me feel itchy.

Hermione lay on her side facing him, his left hand reached over her neck and hugged her shoulders. The summer pajamas were thin and soft, and their legs were intertwined under the blanket. They could feel the touch of each other's skin, soft and warm.

Loren didn't want to get up and just stared at the sleeping face of the girl in his arms.

In fact, I have seen it every morning over the past few weeks, and every time I hold my breath at the beauty of the moment.

Then there was a knock on the door, followed by Wendel's voice: "Hermione, get up, you are in a hurry to go to the station!"

Inside the room, Loren held his breath, his body stiff and motionless.

I heard that dentists use hammers, chisels and other tools to extract teeth. That's scary!
"Hmm..." Hermione cricket pupa in his arms pursed twice and made a soft and lazy sound: "Got it."

Hermione's consciousness was still slowly booting up, but her body had already started to work. In order to relax her muscles that had become soft from sleep, she subconsciously tightened her core muscles, clamped her hands and legs naturally, exerted a little force as if she was stretching, and kept squirming.

Loren heard the footsteps gradually fade away, but his body remained stiff.

Because Hermione was holding his body and stretching, wearing silk pajamas and shorts, many muscles were warm, with beautiful curves, soft and elastic.

"..."

Loren adjusted his wand somewhat sheepishly.

Then he activated the magic of space and launched Apparition.

"Pong!"

A cavity suddenly appeared in the quilt and the blanket slowly collapsed.

……

Ten o'clock in the morning.

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Loren had finished washing up and was sitting at the dining table tearing bread, waiting for the next-door neighbor to come.

"Is everything packed?" asked Grandpa Bates.

Loren answered absentmindedly, "There's nothing to pack. I'm not even bringing a suitcase this year."

The clothes and luggage for the new school year were packed a few days in advance and handed over to Xiaomai to take back to Hogwarts. Crookshanks and the spectacled owl Hanhan were also taken away. The remaining fantasy books that were not convenient to mail were placed in the pendant.

"Are you going home for Christmas holiday?" Grandpa Bates asked again.

"Let's talk about it then."

"Write letters in advance during the holidays, whether you are going home or not." Grandpa Bates was also tearing bread slices for fishing bait on weekends. It was inconvenient for Wendell to do it at home, so he had to ask them, "Remind Xiaomai to write to me. House elves don't have to abide by school rules. Tell him to come back and play when he is free. If he is not busy during the Christmas holidays, come back and play."

"understood."

"The wizard terrorist organization has been annihilated, and you are about to graduate from magic school. It happens to be the age for you to go to college. Think clearly about what you want to do in the future. Write to me so that I can arrange a recommendation for you."

Grandpa Bates spoke slowly and in no hurry: "It's okay even if you don't want to do anything. I'm not one of those stubborn and rigid parents. Instead of going out to find a job that wastes your life, it's better to stay at home and concentrate on taking care of Hermione's diet and daily life."

“That’s really an open-minded idea.”

Loren's answer was very perfunctory.

How could a legendary wizard be a househusband?

The doorbell rang at the right time.

Both of them put down the bread in their hands, stood up, and pushed the door open. The three people from the Granger family next door were already waiting at the door. Wendell and Monica stood side by side with gentle smiles. Hermione held her mother's hand and looked at Loren with a strange look in her eyes.

Grandpa Bates greeted Hermione with a smile and repeated his instructions: "Take care of Loren for me at school. If anything makes you angry, just beat him up. If you dare to resist, write to me and I will beat him up when I come back from the holidays."

Hermione smiled and nodded obediently.

"Resistance in language is also resistance."

"?" Loren's head was full of question marks.

Fortunately, Monica also told him: "Please help us take good care of Hermione at school. If she has any stubborn habits and refuses to correct them, use magic to teach her a lesson. I stand by you."

Hermione tugged at her sleeve insistently.

"..."

"Grandpa Bates, let's go."

"Goodbye."

"goodbye!"

A slight sound was heard in the open space in front of the door, and the two figures disappeared in an instant.

……

At half past ten, the two men appeared at King's Cross Station.

Out of some kind of reminiscing about the past, they did not move directly to the platform, nor did they appear directly inside the carriage. Instead, they passed through the station quietly and counted one platform after another.

There was a red brick wall between the 9th and 10th platforms. I took two steps back and jogged straight past it.

The view suddenly became clear and this was Platform 9.

This year many students arrived at the station early, making the boarding queue even more congested.

Wizards crowded around on the terrace, and it gradually became lively. Students from all grades were there, as well as the faces of many students' parents. One could tell their backgrounds from their clothes.

Those who dress old-fashionedly, as if they were from the last century or a small border town, are pure-blood families. They try hard to act like the Muggles they imagine, but the more they put in, the more flaws they reveal, and they become the laughing stock of their relatives and friends.

The others who were dressed normally were half-blood or Muggle-born. The parents of Muggle students were more enthusiastic and cheerful. They actively chatted with the parents of other students around them, learned about the current situation in the wizarding world, and discussed the news they read in the Daily Prophet.

In previous years, children were still considering dropping out or taking a leave of absence, but now it’s all a joke when they talk about it, and all the parents have relaxed and happy smiles on their faces.

The two of them lined up at the back waiting to get on the bus.

Convincing himself that this was to avoid being separated by the crowd, Loren naturally took the girl's hand and squeezed it twice before looking at Hermione.

Hermione didn't seem to have taken care of her hair. It was a little messy. Her naughty hair hung down in front of her forehead like air bangs, which had a kind of smart and elegant beauty. She was very beautiful. She noticed Loren's gaze and her eyes were a little cunning: "When did you wake up in the morning?"

Loren paused. “When your father knocks on the door.”

"I see……"

Hermione nodded with an inexplicable smile: "I didn't have time to comb my hair this morning. Do you know why?"

"why?"

Loren remained calm, but was a little panicked in his heart.

The situation was urgent at the time and I was only concerned about avoiding attracting the dentist's hatred, and didn't pay attention to leaving any traces at the scene.

Hermione stood on tiptoe and whispered in her ear.

Even though Loren's face was thicker than the outer wall of Hogwarts Castle, he couldn't help but blush.

Ejaculation shyness is a purely physiological reaction, common in boys aged 11 to 18. It is a normal physiological phenomenon and an important sign of puberty development.

……

Eleven o'clock in the morning.

As the departure time approached, Harry, Ron, Ginny and others finally arrived. Their suitcases were naturally empty. Seven or eight red-haired people were running briskly.

The whistle blew and white steam blew out from the top of the car.

There was no time to get to the back carriage, so the short, fat middle-aged witch quickly reached out and hugged the three people, shouting, "George! Push hard!"

"Oh, Mom, I'm Fred!"

"Shut up!"

Several people worked together to push the three students and sent them in before the door of the carriage closed, attracting many surprised eyes.

What a huge family.

"Woo--Woo--"

A special train departs from Hogwarts.

(End of this chapter)