days at Hogwarts

Chapter 88 Hermione's Little Thoughts

on Tuesday.

The herbal medicine class is held three times a week, and the little wizards in the first grade are still enthusiastic about yesterday's game.

The Christmas holiday lasted for nearly a month, and they were exhausted by sticking to the rules of the parents.To be honest, sometimes there are more rules at home than school rules.

When you go home on the first day, you are the little baby of your parents. They cook your favorite food, hold your hand and speak softly, with tenderness hidden on the smiling faces of your parents.

When you stay at home for a month, mom and dad will start to miss you when you lived in school, and want to cook less meals for one person and wash one less tableware.At this time, any actions you take are heinous crimes, and it is annoying to see you.

The little wizards held back their energy at home to be good babies in the eyes of their parents, but they were relieved when they arrived at school. The mud and water fight on the first day gave them a good start to their long-awaited campus life.

As for Professor Sprout's entrustment, "Pay attention to your image, don't get dirty in herbal medicine class."It has long been left behind.

Loren was sitting on the soft chair in the Gryffindor lounge, pondering the rune symbols, burying his head and fingers in circles to simulate the process of sketching.

Seamus came down the stairs in a hurry, and his footsteps made a clicking sound on the floor.

"Come on, Gryffindor vs. Hufflepuff's 'mud fight' is about to begin!" Seamus patted Loren's shoulder eagerly, and ran out in a hurry without giving him a chance to reply.

Who came up with a name like Mud Fighting Firefight that is full of slots at first sight?Before Loren could ask, Seamus ran away.

He raised his head and looked around. There were no first-year wizards in the lounge, not Harry and Ron, not even Hermione.

"They won't really participate in this kind of mud fight?" Loren said to himself, Harry and Ron are still possible, how could Hermione participate in this kind of game.

A smile gradually spread on his face, how could this kind of thing happen without me!

Loren ran out of the castle and caught up with the large troops who were fighting along the path to the greenhouse.

Although Seamus was talking about the academy battle, only some lively young wizards participated.From a distance, I saw Dean and Seamus active in the crowd, stomping their feet and splashing muddy water to attack the surrounding people.

This scene was even more intense than yesterday, and the people who participated in the battle were covered in mud like mud figurines. He could recognize Seamus and Dean by their distinctive skin colors.

Looking at the crowd of clay figurines in the scuffle, Loren hesitated. Hermione would never take part in such a thing.

"It's just a game, it doesn't cost so much." He persuaded himself not to participate in this battle.

The journey was nearly halfway through, Loren didn't want to turn back to the castle now, carefully bypassed the battle zone, and entered the greenhouse ahead of schedule.

In one corner of the garden, a spherical canopy covers the ground like a cover, dividing the greenhouse.

There are three greenhouses, numbered from outside to inside.First grade herbalism classes are held in Greenhouse [-] only.In George's words, there are some less dangerous herbs in it, so that little wizards will not use their fingers and flesh as fertilizer when taking care of the herbs.It's different in second grade.

The doors of Greenhouse No. [-] and Greenhouse No. [-] were tightly locked with thick iron locks. The occasional flashes of magical light proved that the unlocking spell was not working, and the key was only in the hands of Professor Sprout.This vaguely confirms what George said.

Entering the greenhouse through the door frame, a gust of hot air hit Loren's face.

There was still nearly an hour before the start of the class, and there were already three or four little wizards sitting on the small stools in the greenhouse.Rolf was wearing Hufflepuff's college magic robe, and was burying his head in a bed, looking at the daffodils that bloomed in winter inside. The wide sleeves and hem of the clothes covered a part of the bed.

Loren walked over to say hello, "Good morning, Rolf."

"Hello!" Rolf raised his head and stood in front of Loren and the stage.

Loren moved his head to the side, wanting to take a closer look at the flower, "Do you know what flower this is?"

Rolf moved to block it, just to prevent Loren from seeing it, "Still narcissus, a variant of trumpet narcissus."

Two people blocked and dragged each other, one wanted to see it, and the other insisted not to let it see.

"It's just a narcissus, what can't you see?" Loren held Rolf's arm and pulled him aside.

"It's just a narcissus, what's so good about it?" Rolf grabbed Loren, trying to pull him aside.

When the two were secretly exerting their strength, Loren suddenly let go of his hands, showing an embarrassed expression, his eyes widened and he looked behind Rolf, "Professor!"

"Oops!" Rolf stiffened his neck and turned his head stiffly. He was about to explain with a mournful expression, but there was no one behind him.

Loren took this opportunity to rush to the front of the nursery to see what's so good about this still narcissus.

The narcissus with pure white petals and yellow stamens blooms delicately, but there is nothing unusual about it.

The most beautiful thing is that on the green stems and leaves, a little green man is rummaging around among the leaves, and from time to time, he takes out a flower beetle and stuffs it into his mouth, popping out the juice.

"Bowtruckle?" Loren watched the little man eating bugs with great interest.

"Satisfied now?" Rolf surrounded him with a little embarrassment in his tone.

Loren reached out and hooked Rolf's shoulder, comfortingly said: "What's the secret behind the Bowtruckle, isn't it a dangerous creature?"

Rolf twisted his shoulders and struggled a few times, failed to break free, and finally chose to give up, "Yes, if you have read the admission letter carefully, you will know that Bowtruckles are not pets that freshmen can bring."

The Hogwarts admission letter states that freshmen can only bring owls, cats or toads as pets, and Bowtruckles are strictly not allowed.

"It's a violation of school rules. It's fine if you don't get caught."

Loren has rich experience. He then looked at the little figure on the narcissus stem and leaf. It has long hands and feet, and it looks like hands and feet made of plant stems and leaves. "Bowtruckles eat bugs?"

"Other things can be eaten, but bugs are my favorite." Rolf has nothing to do with such a rascal.

Loren teased the Bowtruckle with a blade of grass, and the little green man bared his teeth at him. Looking at the nasty and nasty, Loren amused himself even more, "Why do you have to feed it here?"

Rolf tore away Loren's grass leaves that played tricks on the Bowtruckle, "The narcissus had some bugs in the greenhouse, and it happened to be treated by little Barton."

"Its name is Barton?" Loren caught a few bugs and fed them to the Bowtruckle. The little man rubbed against Loren's hand, as if he knew that this man was a friend with his master, and he was not afraid of life at all. .

"It always likes to pull buttons, so my grandfather named him Barton." Rolf replied.

The two of them watched the Bowtruckle eat, and the time passed before they knew it, and there were more and more people in the greenhouse.

"Backton is back." Rolf stretched out his hand, and the Bowtruckle followed it all the way to the pocket of the magic robe.

Loren also returned to the Gryffindor team, and all the people playing mud and water battles came in. Hermione hadn't come yet, so he looked at the door worriedly.

"Did you see Hermione?" Loren asked Harry and Ron beside him.

The two didn't participate in the mud and water fight, but they were accidentally involved when they passed by, and Harry was cleaning his robes with a half-assed [clean up].

He is not very proficient in the spell, and he can only clean a palm-sized area each time, but he is almost done after repeating it a few times.

"We didn't see her either. She disappeared early in the morning after breakfast. Maybe I forgot the time while reading. You know, she's Hermione, which is normal." Ron stretched his arms with his back to Harry, Show off the mud spots on your back and answer Loren's question.

Before class started, Hermione trotted all the way into the greenhouse, following Professor Sprout on both feet.

Hermione stopped beside Loren and panted heavily, her nose was red from the cold, the slightly hot temperature in the greenhouse and the running just now made the little witch's fair cheeks flush with two blushes, and there were tiny drops of sweat on her forehead, one or two scattered. Fragments of hair stuck to his forehead.

It can be seen that he ran all the way from the castle just after class.

"What did you do?" Loren asked with concern in a low voice, staring at Professor Sprout who was starting to give a lecture.

"Phew~" Hermione's breath was still under breath, "I, I'm here, huh~ Room of Requirement, huh~ practice the Untraceable Stretching Curse."

Loren didn't continue to ask questions. He listened to the little witch next to her slowly recovering her breath, and leaned slightly in front of her to prevent the professor from noticing her.

After a while, Hermione came to her senses, straightened up and listened carefully to the professor's lecture.Seeing this, Loren saved the problem for practical operation.

Professor Sprout's voice echoed in the greenhouse, "Today, we will loosen the soil for the wintering plants, and by the way, apply insect repellent potions to some insect beds, and save another insect repellent spell for this week The third lesson of the..."

After half a class, Professor Sprout distributed the potions, and the little wizard and his partner went to their respective auxiliary areas to practice. The greenhouse exploded, and everyone chatted with each other.

"Why are you in such a hurry to practice the Untraceable Stretching Curse?" Loren finally waited for the time to ask this question.

"In order to make my beaded bag sooner." Hermione followed the professor's instruction, inspecting the root soil of the hellebore in front of her, poking a few times with a small shovel to identify the tightness of the soil.

The clods they were in charge of were still soft. According to the standard taught by the professor, Loren shoveled 3 times per inch with the shovel, and continued to ask: "Don't be so anxious, I was almost late for the herbal medicine class. At worst, I will help you after I make it." You do one too."

That's what he planned too. The storage equipment made with the traceless stretching spell blessed by the alchemy circle has better performance.

"Concentrate on your work!" Hermione didn't continue the topic, and the small shovel was shoveling quickly in her hand.

I know you can help me, but I just don't want to be left behind.Only she knows what the little witch is thinking.

When get out of class was over, Professor Sprout assigned today's homework and walked out of the greenhouse.

Loren was still tangled in Hermione's ear about the Untraceable Stretching Curse.

Hermione looked at the dirty dirt on her fingers and tried to smear it on Loren's face.

In the evening, Loren and Hermione returned to the Gryffindor common room, having just returned from the Room of Requirement.

Ron and Harry, in their nightgowns, sat opposite each other in the corner of the lounge, playing wizard chess.

"See you tomorrow!" Loren said goodbye to Hermione, leaning over to see why Harry was asking for trouble.

Loren's shadow was projected on the chessboard by the light, and the two chess players noticed the person coming and raised their heads.

Harry said excitedly, "Loren, you don't know, George and Fred gave me a new set of chess pieces to obey orders!"

"It turned out that it was all about chess pieces before. I have been able to play back and forth with Ron."

Loren fell silent when he heard this. What good would it be good for the twins to give something? He always felt that George and Fred were uneasy and kind. He looked at Ron and wanted to hear his explanation.

"It was opened by George from the Christmas firecrackers, a brand new set of wizard chess pieces." Ron told the source of the chess pieces while commanding the pieces, "Soldier, go forward!"

"Oh, you're trying to stack three pawns together, I can see that."

Harry was smug, he felt that he had seen through Ron's tactics, "Knight, eat it."

Actually, it was really going back and forth, something was wrong, very wrong.Loren took a few steps back and sat on the soft chair next to him.

The difference can be seen from the state of the two chess players. Harry buried his head on the table and was immersed in the situation on the chessboard.Ron leaned back in his chair, taking a sip of hot cocoa from his cup now and then, looking more at Harry than at the chessboard.

Moreover, Harry thought for a long time before making a move, and Ron hardly thought about it, and Harry was able to connect immediately after making a move.

The water might have filled the Atlantic Ocean, Loren complained secretly in his heart.There are also some doubts. In the past, Ron would be bored with this kind of chess. Why can he hold back and play with Harry this time?
After a long time, a game of chess was finally over.

"General!"

Harry won by a narrow margin, and his brows and eyes were full of excitement, "I knew before that it was a problem with the chess pieces."

He happily jumped back to the dormitory, intending to show off to Seamus and point out that Seamus's old chess pieces were faulty.

Loren sat next to Ron and asked suspiciously, "You haven't seen Harry for a holiday, so you're willing to play chess with him?"

"hey-hey!"

Ron was packing up his chess pieces. Seeing that they were being ripped apart, he couldn't help laughing, "I found a new and challenging way to play chess."

"Forcibly reach a tie with him?" Loren watched Ron pack up the chess pieces.

The knight chess piece brandished a lance and poked Ron's finger in distaste, shouting, "Go away! You're so stupid today!"

Ron scratched the cavalier's warhorse's ass with his little finger, and the warhorse laughed tremblingly, causing the knight to be thrown back and forth.

"Enough! I surrender, but you will win him tomorrow." The knight rode back to the preparation seat after speaking.

After packing up the chess pieces, Ron said slowly, "I'm guessing which move Harry will take when playing chess."

"At the beginning, I couldn't guess correctly when I played with him with all my strength. Later, when I found out that I played back and forth with him, it was easy to guess. At first, I guessed where the next step would be, and now I can already guess the next three steps."

Loren clicked his tongue when he heard that, good guy, Go really gave you a mind, let's put the data analysis here.

Harry is really miserable, and there is a second of silence for him.

(End of this chapter)