The days of hanging out at Hogwarts

"Today is almost over."

Hermione squeezed his palm and said softly.

This man held her hand very restlessly, and sometimes it hurt a little. She squeezed it back hard to get some relief, but within five minutes, he would return to his old ways.

Loren was scratching Hermione's palm while peeking at her expression. This man's palm didn't feel like itchy flesh, and his expression didn't change no matter how he scratched it. So he turned to crack her knuckles, and pressed his slender white fingers. Press on the back of your hand.

Boom!

The sound is crisp and clear.

Hearing Hermione's words, Loren looked up and looked at her expression: "What's wrong? Are you not full?"

"..."

Hermione grabbed his hand and cracked her knuckles one by one. She snapped her fingers eight times out of ten before letting go with satisfaction: "Where's my birthday present?"

"Yes, a birthday present."

Loren withdrew his hand with a comfortable expression and cracked the remaining two fingers. Although it hurt a little, he felt comfortable.

He took out the goblin silver coin from his pocket and handed it over: "Here, birthday present."

Hermione pursed her lips and silently took the silver coin.

"I modified it based on your original one and added some functions. Now it can mark the location of another silver coin, display the time, and can also be used as a looking glass. When it detects that the people around you are malicious, it will send out a faint glow. hot.

"I'll give you this one. Then give me yours. I'll change it and put it here."

Hermione's fingers holding the silver coins were a little white from the exertion. She looked directly at Loren, her eyes twinkling.

"..."

"What?"

Hermione was silent for a moment and put away the silver coins: "What else is there?"

Loren blinked with innocent eyes: "What else?"

A blush rose on Hermione's cheeks, and she felt slightly hot. Her shy mood made her completely throw away the burden, and simply asked directly: "Where is the dress? Where is my dress? Don't tell me that you bought it at Tuofan Clothing Store. Is the skirt for you to wear?"

"Oh..." Loren smiled playfully, "No wonder you weren't curious on the train. Do you think I bought the dress as a birthday present for you?"

"Isn't it?"

"of course not."

Hermione opened her eyes wide and subconsciously made a guess. Even though she knew it was impossible, there was still a tremor of grievance in her questioning voice: "Did you buy the dress for someone else?"

"No."

Loren glanced at Hermione. The girl's aggrieved look was heartbreaking. He deliberately made a serious face and said seriously: "Didn't I buy two sets? One of them is for you..."

"So the other set was bought for someone else?"

Hermione's eyes immediately turned red, glistening with crystal water, and her voice sounded like she was crying.

The grievance in her heart was as unstoppable as the water that opened the floodgates. Tears fell one by one. She sobbed and complained: "Who is it? Why don't I know... I plan to wear it for you before the end of the day." Woo hoo..."

"The other set is for you too."

"What?"

Hermione stared at Loren blankly, her aggrieved mood suddenly interrupted by surprise, and the girl couldn't help but burp.

Loren wiped the corners of her eyes in a funny way, wiped away the crystal water on the tip of her nose, and hugged the girl into his arms: "I bought two sets of wedding dresses, one is for you, and the other is for you too. .”

"you!"

"Who knew my Hermione was so anxious that she started crying before she even finished hearing the words."

Hermione was angry and embarrassed. In anger, she grabbed the collar of his robe, wiped her nose hard on it, and cursed in a low voice: "You are teasing me on purpose!"

Loren didn't refute, just hugged the girl and chuckled.

"Don't laugh." Hermione punched him in the chest and asked, "Why did you buy two sets of dresses?"

"I think you'll like one set, and I think it looks good on another set."

"What's the difference?"

"Of course, one is to please you, and the other is to please myself."

boom.

Hermione punched him again.

"Okay." Loren let go of his arms and looked into the girl's eyes, which were not innocent. "It's time for the traditional birthday items."

"What kind of traditional project?"

The girl had just cried, and her face was congested with emotion. Her lips were fuller and the temperature also increased. The kiss was warm and hot. The girl's hot breath hit the tip of his nose and burned into the bottom of his heart.

…

Fifteen minutes later, Loren sent Hermione to the bottom of the escalator in the girls' dormitory. Looking at the blush on her cheeks that hadn't dissipated, he couldn't help but squeeze it. It was still a little hot and felt great.

"The barbecue in the pendant is still hot. You can take it back and share it with your roommates. Do you understand?"

"oh."

Hermione tried her best to keep a calm expression and recited the Oblivion Curse several times in her heart, but she still couldn't hold it back and reached out to punch him again.

Turning around and running away without looking back, Hermione gradually calmed down until she reached the door of the dormitory.

Why didn't she think more about it at that time? Why didn't she see his nasty smile? It was obviously a very clumsy prank. How come she couldn't help but shed tears of grievance when she thought that the dress was for other girls.

Damn it, I should have given him a Forgetting Curse right then!

Give it to yourself too!

Taking a deep breath, Hermione opened the bedroom door.

The roommates have not gone to bed yet. Parvati is standing in front of the makeup mirror and putting red dots on her eyebrows. Lavender is holding the book "Pull Through the Fog and See the Future" in her hand. The fortune she predicted last week was too smooth, so she had to do her homework. Ordinary.

She said that Trelawny was a liar and a liar with a bad taste. Those who study divination seriously can only get average results, while some people who make up bad luck and copy medical records can actually get excellent results.

Hearing the sound of Hermione opening the door, several people turned to look at him. Lavender threw the book away with a cheer, got out of bed and ran over: "Happy birthday, Hermione, how are you? Loren skipped class and prepared a fun party for you. ?"

"Skipping class?" Hermione blinked.

Parvati put on the little red dot between her eyebrows, clapped her hands and walked over: "You don't know, he slipped away before the divination class ended. Several people wanted to slip away with him, but they were not as bold as him."

"Don't worry about it!" Lavender came over excitedly, "You're back so late. Did you go on a date... Hehe, how are you? What birthday gift did Loren give you?"

"birthday present?"

Hermione's expression froze as she thought of the silver coins in her pocket.

Where is my dress?

…

September 22, Thursday, overcast.

When Loren got up early in the morning, his roommates were still awake. He gently opened the glass window of his dormitory, and at a glance he saw gray-white sky smeared with gray-black clouds. As the autumn wind gathered and dispersed, the light and shadow flickered, and the sun tried its best to bloom. My own brilliance shines brightly in the distant sky that cannot be covered by dark clouds.

"It's a cool autumn day."

Loren muttered something under his breath.

I simply made the bed, washed and changed clothes.

There were only two classes today, but they were not very easy. Professor McGonagall of Transfiguration didn't know why, but he was extra strict with them this semester, and kept saying that they had reached a critical academic year.

Come on, next year is exam year.

In the afternoon it was Defense Against the Dark Arts. Harry drew firepower for them last time. I wonder what will happen this time...

Loren found a new set of magic robes and put them on. Before going out, he asked Neville to get up. He came to the corridor, leaned on the railing and glanced down the common room. The neatly dressed girl was already waiting there.

The girl's upper body is in a neatly ironed magic robe, which is slightly loose, and her lower body is in a knee-length pleated skirt. Black stockings extend from under the skirt, outlining the perfect curves of her calves.

Hermione was opening a letter, her beautiful eyebrows slightly furrowed, looking thoughtful.

He and Hermione's letter home has just been sent, and Hanhan hasn't come back yet, so this letter should be Mr. Weasley's reply about Winky's current situation.

"The weather has turned cold, why are you still wearing a skirt?"

Loren stretched out his hand and touched the stocking naturally, twisting it a bit, as if he was testing the thickness.

"I'm not cold..."

Hermione looked at his not-so-innocent eyes and remained silent for a moment. For some inexplicable reason, she did not push away the hand: "Mr. Weasley wrote back."

"What did Mr. Weasley say, how is Winky?"

"It has been confirmed that it has nothing to do with the Dark Mark, and he has been acquitted."

"Um……"

Hermione put away the letter and sighed: "Mr. Weasley said that Winky wanted to go back to Mr. Crouch, but Mr. Crouch scolded her in front of many people and drove her out forcefully. .”

"Don't worry too much." Loren comforted her calmly.

Hermione rolled her eyes, slapped away the hand that tried to cling to her calf, picked up the Transfiguration textbook, got up and walked to the Great Hall.

Loren chuckled, stood up and followed him: "Aren't I worried that you are cold?"

"thank you."

"You're welcome."

"Where's my dress?"

"Oh, don't worry."

"..."

When they arrived on the first floor, they found a large group of little wizards crowded under the marble stairs, looking at the newly posted notices at night. Lee Jordan, with a loud voice, read loudly to the people around him:

"History of Magic Course - On September 20, 1994, Seamus Finnigan and Dean Thomas of Gryffindor openly skipped class. After Professor Binns' roll call was over, the two of them stood in front of Professor Binns. When there were still forty minutes left before the end of get out of class, he walked out of the classroom and never returned.

The plot was egregious, which greatly offended Professor Binns and had a serious negative impact on the History of Magic class.

After discussions between Professor McGonagall and Professor Binns, they were given a one-month confinement penalty and 60 points from Gryffindor House were deducted, and the whole school was informed. I hope everyone..."

After hearing the announcement, Hermione glanced at Loren with mixed emotions.

"What are you looking at me doing?" Luo Lun said confidently, "It's not like I skipped class and was publicly announced."

Hermione continued to look at Loren, her eyes dark.

"Look again, look again and sew your eyes shut."

"..."

At two o'clock in the afternoon, the Defense Against the Dark Arts class started on time.

Moody limped into the classroom, his blue magic eyes rolled around in a circle, and sat down next to the podium without calling anyone's name again.

"Last week, some of you saw the Imperius Curse!"

Moody's rough but loud voice echoed in the classroom, "More than a dozen students, I can say that if you encounter a dark wizard, only Harry Potter can survive for a few more minutes... Of course, I am talking about that kind of A dark wizard who has just graduated and hasn't even grown a beard yet. Because the Imperius Curse I cast on you only exerted less than one-tenth of its power."

"A few minutes..." Seamus subconsciously wanted to complain, but thinking of Professor Moody's sensitive hearing, he silently closed his mouth.

Moody's magic eyes hurriedly glanced at him and sneered: "Don't underestimate a few minutes, maybe this little time can give you a chance to get support and survive!"

"Now, continue the training to get rid of the Imperius Curse." Moody slapped the wooden table with his palm, which frightened some of the young wizards. "Potter, do you want to try again? Excellent performance deserves this special treatment.”

Harry was suddenly called out and was a little at a loss: "I...I..."

Moody didn't give him time to react, and waved his hand impatiently: "Forget it if you don't want to, next, Loren Morgan!"

The whole class turned to Loren, who was sitting in the third row. Even though she had done some mental preparation in advance last week, Hermione still looked at him with some concern.

"Okay, Professor."

Loren responded calmly, stood up and walked to the open space in front of the podium, restraining his prying eyes.

This was his first close contact with Professor Moody since the principal's office. The smell of the polyjuice potion on his body was very weak, but he could still distinguish the smell of lacewings mixed with the strong smell of medicinal wine.

"What you showed in the auditorium, I have to say, you are very talented, Morgan." Moody's magic eyes stopped wandering around, and his two eyes, one big and one small, focused on him with deep eyes, "Actually, it was early. Before coming to Hogwarts, I heard someone mention you. You are very talented, and he was very optimistic about it..."

The little wizards in the front row didn't think there was anything strange about this. Loren's achievements were obvious to all, and both the professor and the principal were very optimistic about him. But when the words fell into Loren's ears, they inevitably had some extra meaning.

"Thank you for the compliment, Professor." Loren replied calmly.

Moody nodded, stretched out his wand and pointed it at him: "[Soul Out of Body]"

A slight and weird magic power penetrated into his mind, exuding something like a hazy mist, and a light feeling of joy arose. Although he knew it was black magic, the strange power in the spell forcibly eliminated his Be alert, let him relax, let him throw away his worries, let his consciousness gradually blur.

When I was about to be late for class in the morning, I smelled the steaming beef stew with potatoes.

Who likes potatoes?

Loren thought subconsciously, and a clear and slightly cool breath like mint poured into his mind, dispelling the strange magic power.

"Jump on the table..." Moody ordered casually.

Loren felt it carefully and found that he had no particular urge to jump. After thinking about it, he came to a desk, squatted down, bent his knees, and jumped on it.

If he was imitating a dog or a rooster, maybe he would stop pretending and just jump on the table...

Moody watched this scene and frowned. A strange feeling flashed through his heart. Is this the only level of the little wizard that the master values?

Nothing more.

"Pay attention to your will and concentrate..." Moody emphasized casually and lifted the Imperius Curse. "Next, Hermione Granger!"