The days of hanging out at Hogwarts

"[Soul leaving body]"

"Walk around the classroom."

"Next, Parvati Patil."

"..."

Watching Hermione walk around the classroom and return to her original position to sit down, Harry scratched his head and felt a strange feeling in his heart. No matter how much he thought about it, something felt wrong.

He leaned next to his friend and asked in a low voice: "Ron, do you think it's strange that I can resist the Imperius Curse, but Loren and Hermione, who have better grades, can't resist it?"

"Professor Moody is a senior Auror, and we are still students. It is normal that we cannot resist..." Ron muttered in a low voice, with a depressed expression. "I just can't understand why you are all jumping on tables and walking around the classroom. , and I’m trying to imitate the crow of a rooster?”

"Come on, at least you didn't break your knee repeatedly, right?"

"I would rather jump on the table ten times and run around the classroom ten times..."

After Hermione walked back from the podium, Loren saw that the expression on her face became a little strange, she was eager to try, but she was hesitant to speak, and she was also a little uncontrollably excited.

"What's wrong with you?" Loren poked Hermione.

Hermione's smart eyes blinked and she said nothing. She squeezed Loren's hand to signal him to stop talking, and glanced towards the podium.

Loren understood that she was afraid of Professor Moody's keen hearing.

Soon, the last Gryffindor student also came on stage. The movement he was drawn to was the frog jump. The student probably had not observed the frog carefully, and the posture was not very standard.

This seemed to anger Professor Moody.

"Hogwarts is ashamed of you. In the entire fourth grade of Gryffindor, only Harry Potter can resist the Imperius Curse... If it were more than ten years ago, you should be worried that you will be killed by Death Eaters when you walk out of school. Attack, and you are like a group of lambs waiting to be slaughtered, with no ability to protect yourself!"

Moody slapped the desk heavily and shouted sternly: "Ignore the pleasure brought by the Imperius Curse. It is a poison that corrodes bone marrow and a poisonous snake that sucks brains. Cheer up! Never give in! Even a few seconds. Even if I have been enveloped in that false joy for years, more than ten years, and decades, I will never give in!"

As his voice faded, Moody's horrifying eyes swept across everyone in the classroom. He said with a stern face, "I hope the people in Slytherin can give me a little surprise..."

For most of the next class, Moody asked the remaining young wizards to continue to experience the effects of the Imperius Curse and try to resist it.

In fact, Slytherin's little wizards did not meet the standards he expected. Only a few pure-blood little wizards showed hesitation when faced with the instructions of the Imperius Curse, but they only hesitated for a few seconds, and still Completed the action in full compliance with the instructions.

This is because they have been exposed to Occlumency training.

Harry had always had a strange feeling in his heart. He had been looking for a chance to ask Loren and Hermione, but as soon as get out of class was over, Hermione pulled Loren and ran out of the classroom, disappearing in the blink of an eye.

"..."

Watching their retreating figures, Harry fell into deep silence.

Arriving at the corner of the empty corridor, Hermione suppressed her excitement and said: "You know, Loren, when I was walking around the classroom just now, I suddenly woke up and completely got rid of the influence of the Imperius Curse... But I still pretended to be under control and walked through the circle."

The girl's breath tickled her face, and Loren couldn't help but laugh: "As expected of Miss Granger, she's amazing."

"The practice of Occlumency is very effective. The principles of resisting Legilimency and resisting the Imperius Curse are similar... and I also know-"

Hermione glanced at Loren proudly and raised her chin, "You are also free of the Imperius Curse."

Loren was a little surprised: "How can you tell?"

"I can see it in your eyes."

"What's in my eyes?"

Hermione's eyes were full of smiles: "I won't tell you, but I can tell it anyway."

…

Unknowingly, the little wizards seem to have gradually adapted to the extraordinary Defense Against the Dark Arts class, and the first month of the new school year has come to an end.

The intuitive impact of the lack of club activities and Quidditch events is that the young wizards have nowhere to vent their exuberant energy. More people are chasing each other in the corridors, more people are caught wandering at night, and more people are trying dangerous magic. There are more people in the hospital, and the case book in the school doctor's office has become thicker.

The last item was discovered by Loren while completing an assignment for Divination class.

Mid-October.

Tuesday, afternoon.

A group of little wizards walked through the low grass and through the vegetable patch. The fourth-year Gryffindor and Hufflepuff had just finished their herbology class and returned from the greenhouse. The third-year Gryffindor and Ravenclaw had just finished. Care of Magical Creatures lesson, back from Hagrid.

The dense water for the Babo tubers was almost squeezed last week. Their next task is to compost the Babo tubers and dig holes suitable for their dormancy. Hagrid's snails grew another section, and the viscous liquid on their skin gradually solidified and dried up, turning into layers of carapace, but they still couldn't touch the snails, more like lobster shells.

Loren brought hazelnut chocolate and distributed it to familiar friends along the way. These are Muggle candies that I bought during the summer vacation. They have been piled in the box. I only dug them out two days ago when I was sorting out my autumn clothes. They are already short-term food.

Luna opened the slab of chocolate, took several hazelnuts into her mouth, chewed them, and her cheeks were bulging.

Bowtruckle Barton, who has matured a bit but hasn't grown much, is hiding on Luna's collar, diligently picking up candy crumbs and looking like he's enjoying it. Those who don't know it think Luna is the Bowtruckle. owner.

Rolf walked beside him with a helpless expression.

Loren smiled and asked, "Is it delicious?"

"Little squirrels like to eat things like this..." Luna said to herself, with a cheerful tone, "I didn't like eating hazelnuts before. I felt that if the wizard ate too much, the little squirrels wouldn't have enough food to survive the winter. But then I didn’t think so.”

Luna's words were wild and unconstrained, but the people around her had already adapted to her way of speaking and were not surprised.

"Did you know that squirrels hide extra hazelnuts until they are too hairy to eat... so it's better for them to be eaten by other animals?"

"Those squirrels are really bad guys."

Loren pursed his lips and smiled, stuffed the remaining boxes of hazelnut chocolates to Rolf, and wiped his hands on his robe: "Did you earn back the deduction points last time? Do you unicorn friends forgive you? ?”

Rolf shook his head and smiled bitterly: "Originally, it was just me who offended Fred, and it was still willing to get close to Luna. But since Luna said that the basilisk is not an evil animal, Fred doesn't want to talk to us. "

Luna added at the right time: "Fred is not angry with me, he is just entangled by the harassing fly, and he will be willing to talk to me after he drives away the harassing fly."

Loren could imagine the scene at that time. The simple unicorn had never seen the world and did not understand philosophy. His long-term inherent knowledge was stunned by Luna's few words, and his mind was full of wondering whether any living creatures would be born. Just evil.

The poor little pony found it interesting just thinking about it. Loren smacked his lips and asked, "How long will it take?"

"I don't know, it should be before Halloween. We made an appointment to make Hagrid's biggest pumpkin into a jack-o-lantern for Halloween."

"There's still some time left."

"..."

Hearing the slightly regretful tone of this man's tone, Hermione rolled her eyes.

When they arrived at the foyer, they found that the road was somewhat congested. A large notice was erected under the marble staircase, and the surrounding area was crowded with young wizards discussing excitedly.

Four-wizard tournament: Beauxbatons, Durmstrang and Ilvermorny delegations will arrive at 6pm on Friday, October 30th. The afternoon classes will end half an hour early. At that time, students are asked to return their schoolbags and textbooks to their dormitories, gather in front of the castle, greet our guests, and then attend the welcome banquet.

"Friday afternoon!"

Ron cheered and turned to look at Harry.

Harry's face was also full of excitement: "It's Snape's Potions!"

"Are you so happy to miss half a period of Potions class, Harry Potter?" Just as Harry and Ron were celebrating happily, a sinister voice suddenly sounded.

Harry turned around and saw Professor Snape in black robes smoothing his sleeves and pressing his head hard: "Whether it's Potions class or elsewhere, I should have taught you to respect your professor. , Potter!

"You can stay for Potions class on Friday afternoon and tidy up the classroom."

Snape walked away expressionlessly, his clothes flying without making any sound of footsteps.

Harry's excited expression suddenly turned into mourning. Looking around, his friends were looking at the decoration of the foyer with great interest, with a gloating smile in their eyes.

"It's not fair, Ron, you obviously complained too!"

"I didn't, I just yelled the time on the sign."

"I don't care, you have to stay with me to clean the classroom!"

"..."

The notice posted in the foyer seemed to have released a ball of fierce fire in the peaceful Hogwarts Castle, igniting the entire castle in a very short period of time. All the little wizards had eager excitement on their faces. That scene in The competition that people have been talking about for two months is finally coming.

On Wednesday night, Hermione ended her hour-long conversation with Professor Bubbaji of Muggle Studies, politely said goodbye, and turned around to leave the professor's office.

It was almost lights out, and most of the torches in the corridor had been extinguished. Hermione held her notebook in hand and complained to herself secretly. When the topic of the house elf Winky and Mr. Crouch came up, she seemed to have endless words to say.

The corridor was surprisingly quiet late at night, with only occasional sounds like wailing and painful moans heard. They were magical portraits and ghosts living in armor rehearsing plays or playing tricks on the little wizards who came home late. Hermione was not afraid.

The stars and moon were not bright tonight, and there were only intermittent candlelights in the corridor. It was hazy, and I could barely see the way. Just when Hermione was hesitant to light a fluorescent spell, a rough sound came from the stairs at the corner ahead. Loud scoldings, shrill apologies.

"Be careful! My face was painted by the poet Bagshot during his lifetime!"

"Sorry sir, Twinkle will be careful..."

Hearing the slightly weeping, somewhat familiar voice, Hermione's heart moved and she walked over lightly.

…

The Gryffindor common room was dark, with only two or three blue flames emitting a faint cold light.

There was a large circle of people sitting under the stairs leading to the attic of the dormitory. A pair of eyes shone with curiosity and fear. George and Fred sat at the top of the steps and spoke in a low and long tone:

"Hundreds of years ago, when the competition was still ongoing... the lives of the most outstanding students from three schools would be taken away every five years...

"Do you know why so many people died in the Contest, but their ghosts have never been seen?"

Without waiting for the little wizards to answer, George lowered his voice and said: "Because their souls and flesh and blood were sacrificed to the Goblet of Fire, they became the raw materials for the flames to burn, and they will endure the torture of being burned by the fire forever, until nothing is left. Down."

The little wizards who were fascinated by this all shuddered.

At this moment, an icy chill gradually spread in the common room. Some young wizards sitting on the outside felt as if someone was blowing cold air on the back of their necks. It was very close, as if they were behind them, but when they turned around But there was nothing.

A weak but clear voice came into the little wizard's ears:

"My head... where is my head?"

"Have you seen my head?"

The weak voice suddenly became louder and shriller: "Lend me your head...!"

With a bang, a head with a cold blue light hung from the ceiling and landed in front of the little wizards, its terrifying eyes staring straight at them.

"Ah——" Lavender Brown screamed.

"Don't take my head, don't take my head!"

The little wizards were running around in panic, and the whole common room was instantly in chaos.

George and Fred were a little dumbfounded. They just wanted to spread some horror stories and scare away some opponents who wanted to run against them for the Warriors. How could they end up like this?

"However, the effect of such a prank is very good." George nodded thoughtfully.

Fred looked up at the head hanging by a thread of flesh and marveled.

As expected of Nearly Headless Nick, he hasn't even disconnected yet.

Finally, the female prefect Angelina and the unknown male prefect lit the oil lamps, and the Gryffindor wizards calmed down after seeing the light again. They slumped in various corners to adjust their robes and calm their breathing.

"Merlin's boots!" Ron patted his chest with lingering fear, "I'm obviously not even afraid of Voldemort, but I was scared by Nick."

"Who wouldn't be frightened when a head suddenly hangs down?" Harry was also frightened. "You think so, Loren?"

Loren raised his eyebrows: "Really? I'm worried that wizards know about ghosts and aren't afraid of them."

Something didn't sound right when he heard this. Harry and Ron looked at him together and opened their mouths: "You, you -"

"Loren, Harry..."

Accompanied by a burst of rapid footsteps, Hermione trotted over with rapid breathing: "You guys come with me, you must come, something strange happened -"