The days of hanging out at Hogwarts

Loren didn't know when the show ended last night, but he heard the crackling explosion outside when he fell asleep.

In the morning, in an ordinary Gryffindor dormitory.

"Woo..."

Seamus's whimpers attracted the others who were already awake and still lying under the quilt.

"What's wrong?" Ron was very excited. He couldn't calm down since the beginning of the holiday.

Others also poked their heads in and looked at Simo curiously.

"Wo's hands are really like pig's trotters!" Simo still whimpered and stretched out his hand from the quilt.

The flesh on the right hand was inflated like a balloon, the palm was red and swollen, and could not stop shaking, looking very happy.

"I can't exert any strength at all. I can't close it or open it." Simo's fingers moved slightly, and the amplitude was almost indiscernible.

"Hahahaha!" Ron was the first to say happily without caring about feelings at all.

This is not a big problem for the wizard, it can be dealt with briefly by Madam Pomfrey later.

"You are still laughing, I can't even wear my clothes anymore." Simo's voice was very aggrieved.

Being teased like this, Loren and the others woke up completely laughing. Several people dressed up slowly, looking at Simo's funny look, holding back their laughter and helping Simo get dressed together.

After struggling for a long time, the coat still couldn't be put on, so it could only be put on Simo's shoulders.

Loren looked at the red and swollen pig's trotters and couldn't help but poke them a few times.

"It hurts, it hurts!"

Simo immediately retracted his hand and blocked Loren with half of his body.

Ron found it interesting and poked it a few more times from the other side. Seamus quickly changed direction to block Ron, and then was poked by Loren again.

After repeating it several times, Seamo gave up. He lay on the bed dejectedly and stopped struggling. With tears in his eyes, he said in a very aggrieved tone: "It's up to you. I'm tired."

"How long did you play last night?" Loren asked.

Speaking of this, Seamus restrained his depression and became proud, "I, Seamus Finnigan, beat all Gryffindors!"

Harry exposed him, "Someone cried last night and said he didn't want to play anymore. I won't say who it was."

Ron laughed again, he was there.

Several people helped Seamus to the auditorium for breakfast, with laughter all the way. Occasionally they met other Gryffindor students, and everyone laughed wildly when they saw Seamus' hands.

Simo's face turned red and he kept talking about the winner taking it all, you guys are jealous.

More laughter...

On the Gryffindor table.

Seamus put his elbows on the dining table, and clenched his right hand into a fist to barely hold the fork. He tremblingly inserted a piece of jam bread into his mouth, but he couldn't lift it up until it was still two fists away from his mouth. .

The bread kept dangling in front of him, but he couldn't put it in his mouth.

The twin brothers were sitting next to him. They were the ones who kept Seamus playing explosive cards last night.

"Are you going to shake off the jam?"

"Is there some jam-free bread here that you need?"

The Weasley twins each said something to each other, teasing Seamus.

"Hahahaha!" Loren and the others looked on.

"snort!"

Simo became hardened, arched his waist and stretched his neck forward, raised his chin, opened his mouth and swallowed the bread in one gulp, "How can this be difficult for me, Simo?"

There was another burst of cheerful laughter.

After breakfast, several people accompanied Seamus to the school infirmary to receive a lesson from Madam Pomfrey. It was already close to noon when they returned.

In the lounge, Hermione sat next to a large suitcase, reading a book to pass the time.

Seamus saw the big black box at a glance and exclaimed, "Oops! I haven't packed my luggage yet and the train is about to leave!"

Students who want to go home usually pack their bags in the morning. The Hogwarts Express leaves around eleven o'clock, so they have plenty of time.

It's just that Seamus played cards all night last night and spent the whole morning in the school doctor's office without cleaning up anything.

Seamus rushed into the bedroom and got busy. At least his hands were fine and he packed things neatly.

Harry didn't have to pack anything, Sirius would pick him up directly at the school gate without any rush.

People came in and out of the lounge, and Ron took Harry to the Great Hall to play wizard chess. No one would play wizard chess with him in the next month.

"Do you have any plans for the holidays?"

Loren sat next to Hermione. He could smell the Muggle shampoo on the little witch's hair.

"I don't know yet. I might go skiing with my parents."

Hermione was a little depressed. She would be able to see her parents soon, but she didn't know where this depression came from.

Unable to think of an answer, Hermione attributed this to the fact that she was leaving Hogwarts, and she might be a little reluctant.

Hermione couldn't read the book, so she simply closed it and said, "Remember to write to me!"

The girl got angry when she mentioned this. Before the school started, the two of them went shopping together in Diagon Alley and agreed to write letters to exchange magic. However, until the school started, not to mention the letters, they didn't even see the owl's feathers.

After returning home from Diagon Alley, Hermione vowed to show off to her parents that she and her classmates would use owl letters to communicate, just like when they received the acceptance letter.

For more than a month, when Hermione got up every morning, she would immediately check the window to see if there was an owl delivering a message. From time to time, she would also ask her mother if she had seen an owl. Thinking of her silly appearance, her mother must be laughing secretly behind her back.

On the train, this man actually lied to others and said that the owl delivered the message and needed training. It was so disgusting. What was even more disgusting was that he actually fooled me.

The more she thought about it, the angrier she became. Hermione reached out and tapped Loren.

Loren didn't know that the anger in the little witch's heart spanned from a few months ago to now. He turned his head in confusion, "Just write a letter. Why are you hitting me?"

"If you dare to lie to me again, you will be dead." Hermione said bitterly, the little girl's voice was crisp and not intimidating at all.

"You might as well take Hanhan back and write me a letter. I will definitely not forget to write you a reply." Loren was lazy. He could even forget to write a letter to Grandpa Bates. He really didn't dare to make any guarantees.

"That's it."

There was a melodious bell ringing outside the window, and the train was about to leave.

Hermione stood up, put on her scarf, put on her gloves and got ready to go. Loren pulled Hermione's suitcase and planned to take her to the castle gate.

The corridors were hung with ribbons of various colors, extending all the way to the auditorium. The walls are covered with unknown white flowers, and there are twelve Christmas trees that Hagrid moved in. There are small shiny icicles hanging on the trees, and magic candles float among the branches and leaves, sprinkled from scattered air strikes. A little bit of light.

Professor Flitwick was using a levitating charm to hang star ornaments on a tree.

On the long table, Harry was playing chess with Ron, and was killed and defeated. He didn't want to suffer this kind of torture, he wanted to escape, but seeing Ron's happy look, he had no choice but to endure the torture.

Loren and Hermione came over, just in time to see Ron's queen swinging a chair and beating Harry's knight, who kept wailing.

It was so miserable that Hermione couldn't bear to watch it anymore. She told Ron: "You must pay attention to Lu Wei's situation. If you have any problems, you should go to the professor immediately."

"Don't worry, leave the important responsibility of guarding the Magic Stone to me!"

Ron looked at the chessboard without raising his head, "General."

This didn't look very reliable. Hermione shook her head and pulled Loren towards the door.

Hermione placed another hope on Loren, "I know you think Professor Snape is a good person, but no matter who it is, you must keep an eye on the Philosopher's Stone."

"I know." Loren sighed. You really are overthinking. Harry is not in the castle, Dumbledore's teaching cannot be carried out, and Voldemort has no chance to see the Sorcerer's Stone.

"Enjoy your Christmas vacation in peace."

All the way to the door, Hermione's low mood rose again.

The wind carried fine snow drifting in from outside the door, and Hermione raised her head and looked at Loren.