The days of hanging out at Hogwarts

Ron found a small bucket and put his big carp in it, intending to keep it delicious and delicious until Harry came back to show him the fish he had caught.

Not long after returning to the castle, the sunshine converged into the clouds, and the sky became gloomy. At night, the wind began to blow with the snow.

The wind blew all night.

It was already late when Loren woke up, and his body temperature was wrapped around him in the quilt, making him not want to get out of bed at all.

Turning around, Ron stood by the window, looking at Loren's pears buried in the snow.

Hearing Loren's movements, Ron turned his head and looked at Loren: "Your pears are a little darker, can you eat them?"

"Let me take a look." Loren walked to the window in her pajamas to check.

The yellow skin of the pear has become a little dull, with some gray, and has not yet frozen to black.

"It will take a few days until the color turns completely black."

Loren picked out some pears that needed to be thawed, put them in a basin and defrosted them indoors. As a control group, these needed to be repeatedly frozen and then thawed.

The sky outside the window is still gloomy.

This is the normal weather in this season. The two consecutive sunny days in the past are indeed a good time for fishing. Loren felt that he was very suitable for Renhe, but the location was not very good. The local fish in Black Lake were not polite, and Loren did not dare to tell them the rules.

There is no way to catch fish, so I dress neatly, wash briefly and then go to the cafeteria to have breakfast.

There are many more dishes such as steaks and roast turkeys on the table. The house elves are preparing for the Christmas banquet and testing dishes.

"Would you like to play chess later?" Ron came over with a piece of bread in his mouth.

Loren rolled his eyes and slurped the pumpkin porridge, "If you ask again, I will turn you into a wizard chess piece and put you on the chessboard for the other chess pieces to beat you up."

"If you don't go down, you won't go down. Why are you so fierce?" Ron muttered to himself and went to the next table to look for Rolf.

In fact, Loren doesn't know how to transform the human body, he just scares this kid.

After returning to the lounge, refreeze the thawed pears. Loren took out his quill and prepared to finish all his homework today.

Ron was playing chess with himself on the sidelines, throwing two chess pieces into his mouth from time to time. This was a funny little snack that could be eaten and played with.

Loren wondered if the boy had spent all the money left over from buying the wand on Bibi's All-Flavour Beans.

Professor McGonagall left the most homework, most of which were basic knowledge questions. Opening the textbook, Loren copied the answers to the parchment smoothly.

Snape's homework was the most difficult, but Loren's potion knowledge far exceeded that of a first-year wizard, and he could write the answer without even opening the book.

Before the two assignments were finished, Ron began to sigh again, trying to attract Loren's attention.

The sound of quills scratching across parchment was interspersed with Ron's sighs.

There are a total of fifteen corollaries to the Fundamental Theorem of Transfiguration, which are...

"well!"

The venom of the crocodile can be used to erase bad memories.

"well!!"

Bicorns are obese and love to eat their kind and loyal husbands.

"well!!!"

Loren stopped writing and looked at Ron silently. He finally understood that as long as he was in front of Ron, he would inevitably be harassed.

Feeling Loren's gaze, Ron turned his head away as if nothing had happened, as if it was not him who sighed just now.

"Let me teach you another board game." Loren stood up and walked to sit next to Ron, intending to find something for him to do.

"Okay, okay, okay." Ron nodded fiercely.

The wand tapped the tabletop, and the fifteen horizontal and vertical backgammon grid lines changed to nineteen. Then the chess pieces in Ron's candy box became more black and white, and the material became harder.

"Go is a traditional chess game from the East..."

After more than half an hour, Loren left the lounge happily with a homework look on his face.

In the lounge, Ron was fascinated by the chess pieces on the chessboard. If he could install a cooling device in his brain, the fan would be spinning by now.

This was different from the chess he had played before. Why could a chess piece be played so far away from the center of the struggle? In the end, the far away chess piece blocked the whole area.

Ron was excited and confused. Predictably, Loren filled up Ron's memory and wouldn't bother him for a long time until Ron figured out Go.

This is not a coma spell, this is another kind of coma spell. Their effects are similar.

In order to be clean, Loren decided to go to the Room of Requirement to be alone.

All the way upstairs, Loren has now mastered the rules of the stairs. He can go up and down freely, and he can also use the stairs to save energy.

He said hello to the silly Barnabas who was dancing with the troll, and was about to imagine a library to do his homework. Maybe he could try to imagine a library with all the answers to his homework.

Before Loren could try, a door suddenly appeared on the wall where the Room of Requirement was.

A thin woman, wearing a pair of large round glasses, with countless chains and beads hanging around her neck, opened the door and came out with a bottle of sherry in her hand. She smelled strongly of alcohol.

"Hello, Professor Trelawney."

Loren recognized the professor of Divination, an elective course they wouldn't take until their third year. But this professor's reputation is very popular among students, because the assignments she assigns are the easiest to fool, and all you have to do is make up that you will be in bad luck.

Professor Trelawney drank a lot of wine and looked drunk. Her eyes were difficult to focus.

The professor looked at Loren, looking him up and down.

"Gryffindor students, you probably haven't attended my class yet, hiccup!" Professor Trelawney suddenly let out a wine burp and her head hung down.

Loren calmly moved a few steps to the side to make way for the professor.

"Black hair, Jack of Spades." Trelawney murmured unconsciously, and her body suddenly trembled violently.

Trelawney suddenly raised her head, and Loren could clearly see the color of her eyes faded, and her entire eye sockets were filled with white.

"Black-color-" Her voice became hoarse and harsh.

"The Dark Lord is far away from his forest...his plot...the white has anticipated...the black forest is the beginning of the wave...the blue and black people must go to...the transition between the old and the new...the desperate soul is crying Shouting...the wave is about to start..."

Loren's pupils contracted, Trelawney was in an abnormal state, she was making a prophecy.

In the Harry Potter series, the Divination professor seems like a liar, but every prophecy she makes comes true.

From the beginning, Harry, Voldemort's destined opponent, to the last thirteenth seat, Dumbledore's death in the tower, her prophecies run through the entire story.

Loren repeated Trelawney's words and took out a pen and paper to write them down.

The prophet watched him make the prediction. Loren suspected that this prediction had a lot to do with him, and he had to pay attention to it.

Professor Trelawney's eyes returned to normal, but she was still drunk and had no memory of the prophecy she had just made, "Gryffindor, remember to choose my class in third grade. You seem to have some talent."

After that, he wandered away.

Loren watched her go away, his eyes far reaching until he could no longer see her.

Looking down at the contents of the paper, Loren tried to analyze the prophecy just now.

The Dark Lord is Voldemort, and Voldemort's plot was anticipated by White, who should refer to Dumbledore.

What the Black Forest is and what the Wave is are yet to be determined.

The man in blue and black, is that him?

Blue eyes, black hair, Loren guessed, but wasn't sure.

When the old and the new change, what is the new and what is the old?

Desperate soul, this familiar word made Loren's eyes light up, and he had a strong hunch that there was a clue to Nico's riddle.

The meaning of the prophecy should be that at the time when the old and the new change, the wave starts from the black forest, and there is a desperate soul in this black forest.

Loren plans to communicate with Dumbledore. Maybe this white color has more clues.

It was almost noon, and Loren planned to go directly to the Great Hall for lunch, where Dumbledore would also be there.

…

Principal's office.

Fox was combing his feathers next to the table. He was languid and didn't look very energetic. Phoenix didn't like this weather.

Dumbledore looked at the parchment in front of him seriously, and he had some guesses about the content of the prophecy.

Looking up at Loren, Dumbledore showed a faint smile. He could detect Loren's rush when recording this text, but when he was in the auditorium just now, Loren slowly found him after finishing his meal and confided in him. This is a shocking prediction.

Loren was sitting opposite Dumbledore, counting the number of Lemon Sherbets in a box, excluding the one in his mouth.

"Even if this is not my first contact, I am still amazed by the mystery of the prophecy." Dumbledore put down the parchment and sighed.

"So do you know what the waves and the black forest refer to?"

Loren felt that this should be the little storm brought by his butterfly. There were neither of these two things in the plot he knew.

Dumbledore took out a lemon snow candy and put it into his mouth. While tasting it, he said, "I don't know what the wave refers to specifically, but the black forest may not be so difficult to guess."

Both the centaur and the mermaid had talked to him about the wave. Dumbledore was not sure what it was that was about to undergo a major change that had not happened in a thousand years.

Regarding this kind of thing beyond control, since Professor Trelawney gave a prophecy, he must go and take a look.

"No riddles! No riddles! No riddles!"

Loren repeated it three times, slapping his palms on the table quickly and slightly, "Explain the meaning of the prophecy directly. I hate you the most when you are elderly and talk in roundabout ways."

This anxious look made Dumbledore laugh. He was obviously very leisurely while eating, "Oh, Loren, I think as a wizard, you should have plenty of patience."

"Urgent, urgent!" Loren kept urging.

"Well," Dumbledore said, eating another Lemon Sherbet, "if your Christmas gift surprises me, I'll tell you."

"You are already a hundred years old!" Loren was reminding Dumbledore, could you please stop being so childish.

Dumbledore looked at Loren with a smile, "Of course, when I am with you young people, I always feel a little younger."

Loren understood that this man would not tell him until after Christmas, so he jumped off the chair and patted his butt to leave.

"Goodbye Loren, I look forward to your gift." Dumbledore smiled at Loren's back.

Loren turned his back and waved to him, "I will give you a box of cockroaches and put a real cockroach in it."

Dumbledore's face froze. Imagine that scene, it would be a scary prank.

When going down the stairs to the fourth floor, Loren met Ron.

"Why are you here?" Loren was surprised. He thought Ron should be in the lounge at this moment and wanted to get into the chessboard.

Ron seemed to have just done something great, with a proud smile on his face as he proudly showed off to Loren: "I just protected the Sorcerer's Stone!"

Harry was not in school, and it didn't matter whether the Sorcerer's Stone was in that room or not. Ron's guardianship might have been a matter of saying hello to Lu Wei or something like that.

"oh."

Loren didn't ask anything, and went down the stairs. He had just suffered a loss from Dumbledore, and he wanted to transfer Ron's smile to his face.

"Why don't you ask me what I did?" Ron quickly caught up with Loren and asked.

"I don't want to know." Loren felt happy. The law of conservation of happiness is indeed the truth. Netizens are not deceiving me.

"That's the Philosopher's Stone, you really don't want to ask?"

"I don't want to ask."

"No, you have to ask me how I protected the Magic Stone."

…

As the two pulled together, Loren's smile became more and more cheerful, and the smile on Ron's face disappeared.

In the afternoon, Ron learned another sad news, which made his grief even greater.

After returning from fishing yesterday, Ron planned to keep the fish in a wooden barrel, but finally placed the barrel in the courtyard outside the castle.

During a night of wind and snow, the carp was frozen to death in the ice, with a strange light shining in its eyes.

Ron's heart sank, and his sadness grew even greater.

After learning the news, Loren and Rolf didn't know how to describe their current mood. They could only stand next to Ron and try not to laugh out loud.

Ron stopped pestering Loren about playing chess for the rest of the time, and was still talking about it until he went to bed.

"Why did I forget Rhett outside."

Rhett was the name Ron gave the carp. He thought the name fit well with the festive atmosphere of Christmas.

"It's all my fault that Rhett is so cute."

…

The day before Christmas.

After Ron got up, he still missed his fish, couldn't cheer up, and was listless even when eating.

Only then did Loren realize that the problem was serious. Ron couldn't even eat. Xiaohong's death was a real blow to him.

In order to comfort Ron, who was in deep pain, Loren dragged him to play Go all day long. His CPU was so hot that Ron had no space left in his mind to remember Rhett. The words he muttered changed from Rhett to black and white. , steal...

When I woke up early the next morning, my bed was piled with packages.

"Merry Christmas!" Ron was already awake, and there were packages piled beside his bed, and he was about to open them.