The days of hanging out at Hogwarts

Great Hall, Gryffindor Table.

There are no formal classes, and the little wizards no longer need to wear uniform magic robes, and most of them dress more casually.

At this time, the difference becomes apparent. Students from Muggle families wear novel and colorful shirts, short-sleeves, and jeans. As for students from wizarding families, except for some wealthy pure-blood families, most of their clothes have a single style and simple patterns.

Angelina Johnson and Alia Spinnet, two Gryffindor chasers, were surrounding a bright-looking and well-dressed little witch.

"Listen, we are willing to take care of your transfiguration homework next semester, just for a pleated skirt." Angelina held the little witch's hand.

Aaliya nodded equally approvingly, "But we don't want white, black, we want red, the redder the better."

Similar conversations were taking place at tables in other colleges.

When Hermione returned to her dormitory to pack her luggage, she also changed into a magic robe. She wears a pure white cotton short-sleeved shirt with a slightly larger and thin fabric, and wears a knee-length skirt and stockings.

If it weren't for her thick and messy brown curly hair, which almost covered her entire upper body, there would be little witches placing orders from her.

Loren asked: "Does red really look good?"

Hermione was still worried about not being able to cast spells during the holidays, and looked downcast. She rolled her eyes slightly when she heard this and did not answer him.

"I heard from my father that you Muggles enslave a creature called a production line and make them weave clothes day and night." Ron's tone was exaggerated by hearsay.

Normally, Hermione would have given him some popular science knowledge, but not this time. Hermione was chewing bread, and that piece of bread had been chewed for half an hour.

Loren leaned into Hermione's ear and said something.

As if by magic, Hermione's face suddenly lit up, and she stuffed the bread into her mouth in three mouthfuls, "Well... eat... let's... let's go."

Hermione's cheeks were so stuffed that she couldn't speak clearly.

After Loren finished speaking, he began to eat slowly. Tear the bread into strips along the lines, chew slowly, chew each strip 15 times, and swallow in 3 bites.

He was going to spend half an hour eating this piece of bread.

Watching Hermione go from waiting patiently to clenching her fists tighter and tighter.

Loren looked up and grinned at her: "It's not easy to crack the trace."

Hermione's fists unclenched again and she became patient again.

Things progressed until the two came to the Room of Requirement, and Loren took out the Philosopher's Stone and easily washed away traces of Hermione's body.

In the abandoned classroom provided by the Room of Requirement, Hermione held her wand and felt the magic in her body stabilize. She looked dazed. She had been dazed since Loren took out the Philosopher's Stone.

"Okay! From now on you are a free little wizard." Loren put the magic stone into his pocket and clapped his hands.

"Why, why is the Philosopher's Stone here?" Hermione's eyes were unfocused and she asked mechanically.

Her head was spinning and she couldn't figure out why the Sorcerer's Stone, which countless wizards wanted and even Voldemort wanted to sneak into Hogwarts to steal, was in Loren's hands.

"I asked Dumbledore for it, and he gave it to me." Loren said matter-of-factly.

You asked Dumbledore for...

He gave it...

So Voldemort and Quirrell didn't directly ask Dumbledore for it?

This was obviously a complicated question. Hermione came back from a dull state and thought for a while with her lips pursed.

She asked another question: "Is this what you said is not easy?"

It’s not easy to eat a piece of bread for half an hour.

"It's really not easy!" Loren nodded.

Hermione pursed her lips again and looked at him with a strange look. After a while, she said: "Our magic power has increased. Let's have a duel to test it."

"Are you trying to give me some color?"

Loren was happy. In the duel between the two of them, Hermione's score had stopped at 22 a long time ago and never increased.

Until the two of them stood facing each other with their wands raised on their chests, Loren still didn't feel that there was any suspense in this scene.

"Get ready!" Hermione said seriously.

Loren thought about the repelling spell or the binding spell, which one would make Hermione's defeat less embarrassing.

Then he watched as Hermione swooped in with extraordinary agility, quickly grabbed one of his arms and pinned it behind her back, holding down his shoulders.

"It hurts! It hurts!" Loren felt like his hand was about to break.

After making him scream in pain several times, Hermione let go of her hands and said with a joyful smile: "0 to 1, Mr. Morgan."

Loren's face turned red and he looked at Hermione strangely. The speed just now was definitely not normal, and he had never heard of such magic.

He looked up and down at the little witch in front of him, finally remembered something, and exclaimed: "Gryffindor's gift!"

Hermione smiled with her brows filled with smiles: "What I felt after coming back from the hospital is that my physical fitness has improved a lot, and my reaction speed has also improved a lot."

"What's 0 to 1? It's more than 100 to 23." Loren muttered. He was a little unconvinced. Physical fitness cannot determine the outcome. In the end, wizard duels still depend on magic.

"Come again!" Loren thought that he would just keep the distance and prevent Hermione from getting close and pull her with the magic spell.

Hermione was also a little excited after the victory just now, and did not refuse Loren's request for a rematch.

"preparation!"

Hermione kicked her legs, and at a speed that Loren couldn't understand, she quickly closed the distance between the two.

The distance couldn't be closed at all, and there was no time to cast the spell. He could only retreat while reaching out to push Hermione away.

But to Hermione, these actions seemed like slow motion. She quickly grabbed one of Loren's arms, turned it over and pinned the arm again, grabbing Loren.

The little girl's eyes were shining with excitement, and her tone was unconsciously excited: "Are you convinced?"

It's like this posture is naturally suitable for asking this question.

Loren didn't say anything. It was impossible to convince him.

"You win, you win." Finally, under the pain in his hand, Loren gave up.

Hermione released her grip on him and couldn't stop the smile from escaping from her lips.

"A gift from Gryffindor, it enhances a wizard's close combat ability. This is completely in line with my imagination of Gryffindor." Loren said sour words while rubbing his shoulders.

The main reason is that Loren can't use magic spells freely, and the Shadowless Curse of the Divine Edge is not something that should be used in a discussion between friends.

Moreover, the distance between the two is still too close and they cannot be separated at all. If placed in an open field, he can directly wash the ground with flames, making Hermione inaccessible. Or when he masters apparation, he can parry it.

In the original book, Harry was also recognized by the sword, so why wasn't he as powerful as Hermione? Loren was lost in thought.

The first time Harry held the sword was against a basilisk. Then Harry, who was twelve years old at the time, killed a basilisk more than 20 meters away with a cold weapon.

Hiss~

Loren was silent. It couldn't be said that Gryffindor's gift didn't strengthen Harry's body.

Next time, he will also hold the sword.

Hermione didn't pay attention to Loren, who was thinking about life, and said proudly: "Don't always think about teasing me in the future!"

The kind-hearted Hermione didn't say any more rubbish to rub salt into Loren's heart. She had something serious to do.

Hermione pulled Loren out of the classroom and re-entered the room where things were hidden in the Room of Requirement: "There are a lot of notes on practicing spells here. I plan to take some back and learn some upper-level spells during the holidays."

Stacks of old books, layers of shabby furniture, various metal utensils, and armor are still piled up in disorder in this room. Waiting for people to dig out the treasures.

Loren saw a lot of dust and dirt, and a look of rejection on his face.

Hermione was hunched over, looking around for old books and notes.

The useful ones are piled in a pile to be taken away later. The useless things are piled into another pile, which can be considered as tidying up the room.

The dust was flying, and close to the ground, the little girl's straight socks turned from white to yellow, and soon her fair little face became like a little cat.

But Hermione didn't mind it at all, and still searched for books among the old items with great interest and sorted them into categories. The useful and useless ones were all piled up into two hills.

"You can't read so many books if you prepare for next school year in one vacation," Loren said.

Hermione put down a book and wiped her face with the back of her hand, wiping her face even more. "Many of the senior students in Ravenclaw who exchanged notes with me complained that they couldn't cast spells during the holidays and that the books at Flourish and Blotts were too expensive. There are not enough textbooks. I think I can’t show them the magic stone to help them get rid of the traces, but I can help them find some books to learn theoretical knowledge.”

Loren heard Hermione's plan and looked at the little tabby cat that seemed to glow. He walked over to Hermione and helped her organize the worn books one by one.

He is also a young wizard of Muggle origin. He has no shortage of ways to learn, is not familiar with those people, and is too lazy to change such a world.

From the first time I heard Flamel talk about the connotation of trace silk, I thought that someone like Hermione would change these laws in the future.

Perhaps Hermione hasn't noticed yet that this is the persecution of young wizards in Muggle families, but she is already using her best efforts to change the reality before her eyes.

For example, a few years later, she resolutely established the House-Elf Rights Promotion Association, ignoring everyone's ridicule and fighting against the ancient traditions of the wizarding world.

Until the sun outside turns yellow-orange and dyes the clouds orange.

The books in the Room of Requirement were gradually cleared from the piles of debris and neatly stacked into two piles. They only cleared part of the house of books, but there were enough.

I plan to put it in Loren's box tomorrow and lend it to some young Muggle wizards who want to learn during the holidays.

The two walked out of the Room of Requirement side by side. Hermione's dirty little face was flushed. She was happy that she had defeated Loren again.

"Tsk!" Hermione couldn't hold back her laughter, "Victory, twice!"

"Why are you so happy when you think about it now?"

"I'm just happy, what's wrong?"

The little girl jumped up and down, her brown hair swaying like brilliant flowers.

Outside, insects and birds are noisy that midsummer is approaching, and their cries seem to disturb people's hearts.

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At night, Loren lay on the soft bed, looking through the curtains at the moonlight streaming in from the window.

The other roommates were chatting, and Ron finally finished telling his magnificent story of blocking and seriously injuring Quirrell, laying a solid foundation for his subsequent victory over Quirrell.

Seamus finally had time to tell Harry some bad news.

While in hospital, Harry missed his last Quidditch match, Ravenclaw versus Gryffindor.

Without one of the most critical seekers, of course they lost. Ravenclaw won, scoring 150 Academy Cup points and defending the Academy Cup championship.

"Harry, you don't know, people in Hufflepuff hate you now, but people in Ravenclaw are praising you." Seamus spoke sharply.

But Harry could only feel disappointed. He was wondering whether Gryffindor could win the Quidditch game if it got 150 points.

Harry painfully discovered that they had only deducted 120 points for the night trip. If they had scored 150 more points, they would really have won the championship. He closed his eyes, wanting to escape from this cruel world.

"At least it's definitely not Slytherin who won the championship, right? We don't have to see green-colored outfits at the year-end party." Ron can always find the bright side of things.

Loren entered the book of fantasy, tried to turn over the small bag made of linen, and drew the alchemical circle of the Seamless Stretch Spell on the inside.

He wanted to make a gift for Hermione before the holidays.

Compared with the hard leather and flat inner bottom of a suitcase, the soft leather and wrinkled linen material is very difficult to outline. The unicorn glaze ink always clumps together inadvertently, or the strokes break off.

This is not a matter of material or magic. There are no shortcuts, only hard practice to improve one's proficiency.

Compared to the previous hard training on the inner bottom of the box, this time was even more painful. The linen cloth was smaller, requiring a more elaborate formation.

Loren's eyes were dazzled by the sight.

Finally before dawn, after countless attempts, he successfully drew a double-ring formation base on the linen. The remaining progress should be much faster and can be finished before the holidays.

After getting up and cleaning up for a while, Loren and his roommates went to the restaurant for dinner.

After walking out of the lounge, Harry, who was standing next to a few people just now, hid behind Neville, trying to use Neville's tall body to block other people's sight.

But soon, his hopes were dashed.

A tall boy with black hair waved and cheered with an exaggerated gesture and voice from a distance: "Harry Potter! The savior of Ravenclaw!"

Roger Davis, Chaser on the Ravenclaw Quidditch team.

Compared to the tacit cooperation of the Hufflepuff team and the ferocity of the Slytherin team, Ravenclaw's Quidditch team is not that strong, and the overall strength of their players is not as good as that of Gryffindor. , almost the bottom of the four colleges.

Therefore, there have been rumors circulating in the school that Ravenclaw is a group of nerds who can only read.

But Roger Davis is obviously different. He is tall and has a loud voice. He is obviously an athlete.

He never dreamed that Gryffindor would lose the game because there was no substitute Seeker, and Ravenclaw would become the biggest winner.

"Harry Potter, Savior of Ravenclaw!"

In the corridor, other little wizards from Ravenclaw were also cheering. This was a rare moment of glory for Ravenclaw.

Loren reviewed it. From Gryffindor's lead, to Gryffindor and Slytherin falling into the water at the same time, Hufflepuff's lead, and now Ravenclaw's lead, Harry really performed every time. Crucial role.

What a 100% team seeker.

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