The days of hanging out at Hogwarts

Tuesday.

Herbal medicine classes are held three times a week, and the first-grade wizard is still enthusiastic about yesterday's game.

The Christmas vacation lasted for nearly a month, and they couldn't bear to stick to the rules of their parents. To be honest, sometimes there are more rules at home than at school.

When you came home for the first day, you were your parents' little baby. They made you love food, held your hand and talked softly, and the tenderness was reflected in your parents' smiling faces.

When you are at home for a month, your parents will begin to miss when you lived on campus and want to cook less meals for one person and wash a set of tableware. At this point, any action you take will be a heinous crime, and I will be annoyed when I see you.

The little wizards worked hard at home to be good children in the eyes of their parents, but when they arrived at school they were able to relax. The mud and water fight on the first day gave them a good start in their long-awaited campus life.

As for Professor Sprout's advice, "Pay attention to your image and don't get dirty in herbal medicine class." Long ago forgotten.

Loren was sitting on a soft chair in the Gryffindor lounge, pondering the runic symbols, burying his head and circling with his fingers to simulate the drawing process.

Seamus came downstairs in a hurry, his footsteps making a tapping sound on the floor.

"Come on, the Gryffindor vs. Hufflepuff 'Mud Fight' is about to begin!" Seamus patted Loren's shoulder eagerly, and hurried out without giving him a chance to reply.

Who came up with a name like Mud Firefight that sounds like a joke at first sight? Before Loren could ask, Seamus was gone.

He raised his head and looked around. There were no first-year wizards in the lounge. Harry and Ron were not there, and not even Hermione was there.

"They are not really going to participate in this mud firefight, are they?" Loren said to himself, Harry and Ron were still possible, how could Hermione participate in such a game.

A smile gradually spread on his face, how could such a thing happen without me!

Loren ran out of the castle and followed the path to the greenhouse to catch up with the large army that was fighting.

Although Seamus was talking about the academy battle, only some lively little wizards were participating. From a distance, Dean and Seamus could be seen active in the crowd, stamping their feet vigorously, splashing mud and water to attack the people around them.

The scene was more intense than yesterday. The participants were covered in mud and water, like clay figures. He could recognize Seamus and Dean by their distinctive skin colors.

Looking at the melee of clay men, Loren hesitated in his steps. Hermione would never participate in such a thing.

"It's just a game, it won't cost you so much." He convinced himself not to participate in this battle.

Nearly halfway through the journey, Loren didn't want to turn back to the castle now, so he carefully bypassed the war zone and entered the greenhouse in advance.

In one corner of the garden, a spherical canopy covers the ground like a lid, demarcating the greenhouse.

There are three greenhouses in total, numbered from outside to inside. The first grade herbal medicine class is only in Greenhouse No. 1. In George's words, there are some herbs that are not very dangerous, so that the little wizards will not use their own fingers and flesh as fertilizer when taking care of the herbs. It's different in second grade.

The doors of Greenhouse No. 2 and Greenhouse No. 3 were tightly locked with thick iron locks. The occasional flash of magical light on them proved that the unlocking spell did not work, and the key was only in the hands of Professor Sprout. This vaguely confirmed what George said.

After entering the greenhouse through the door frame, a burst of hot air hit Loren's face.

There is still nearly an hour before the class starts, and there are already three or four little wizards sitting on the small stools in the greenhouse. Rolf, wearing Hufflepuff's college magic robe, was burying his head in a nursery, looking at the daffodils that were blooming in winter inside. His large sleeves and hem covered part of the nursery.

Loren walked over and said hello, "Good morning, Rolf."

"Hello!" Rolf raised his head and stood in front of Loren and Pu Tai.

Loren leaned his head to the side, wanting to take a closer look at the flower, "Do you know what kind of flower this is?"

Rolf moved to block it so that Loren could not see it, "Still Narcissus, a variant of Trumpet Narcissus."

The two people were blocking each other, one wanted to see and the other refused to let him see.

"It's just a narcissus, what's not to see?" Loren held Rolf's arm and pulled him aside.

"It's just a narcissus, what's so good about it?" Rolf grabbed Loren and tried to pull him aside.

When the two of them were secretly exerting force, Loren suddenly let go of his hands, showing an embarrassed expression, and looked behind Rolf with wide eyes, "Professor!"

"Oops!" Rolf's neck stiffened, and he turned back stiffly with a mournful expression. Just as he was about to explain, he found that there was no one behind him.

Loren took this opportunity to quickly rush to the front of the garden to see what was so interesting about this narcissus.

The narcissus with pure white petals and yellow stamens blooms delicately, but there is nothing unusual about it.

The most beautiful thing is that on the green stems and leaves, a little green person is rummaging around among the leaves. From time to time, he takes out a flower beetle and stuffs it into his mouth, and the juice pops out.

"The Bowtruckle?" Loren watched the little man eating bugs with great interest and relished it.

"Are you satisfied now?" Rolf came over, with a bit of embarrassment in his tone.

Loren reached out and hooked Rolf's shoulder, comforting him: "Why is the bowtruckle so secretive? Isn't it a dangerous creature?"

Rolf twisted his shoulders and struggled a few times, but couldn't break free, and finally chose to give up, "Yes, if you carefully read the contents of the admission letter, you will know that the Bowtruckle is not a pet that freshmen can bring."

The Hogwarts admission letter stated that freshmen could only bring owls, cats or toads as pets, and bowtruckles were strictly not allowed.

"It's a violation of school rules, as long as you don't get caught."

Loren was experienced. He then looked at the little man on the narcissus stems and leaves. He had long hands and feet, and it looked like the hands and feet were made of plant stems and leaves. "Is the Bowtruckle's food bugs?"

"I can eat other things as well, but my favorite is bugs." Rolf had nothing to do against such a scoundrel.

Loren picked up a blade of grass and teased the Bowtruckle. The little green figure bared its teeth at him. Looking at it, Loren teased it even more enthusiastically. "Why do you have to feed it here?"

Rolf pulled away the blades of grass where Loren was teasing the Bowtruckle, "The Narcissus had some bugs in the greenhouse, and it was just time for little Barton to treat it."

"His name is Barton?" Loren caught a few bugs and fed them to the Bowtruckle. The little man rubbed Loren's hand regardless of any previous suspicion. He seemed to know that this man was friends with his master and was not afraid of anything. .

"It always likes to pull buttons, so my grandfather named him Button." Rolf replied.

The two of them watched the bowtruckle eating. Time passed unknowingly, and there were more and more people in the greenhouse.

"Barton is back." Rolf stretched out his hand, and the Bowtruckle crawled along his hand and into the pocket of his magic robe.

Loren also returned to the Gryffindor team, and everyone who played mud and water came in. Hermione hadn't come yet, so he looked at the door worriedly.

"Have you seen Hermione?" Loren asked Harry and Ron beside him.

The two of them didn't participate in the mud and water fight, but they accidentally got involved when passing by. Harry was cleaning his robes with a half-hearted [Clean Up].

He was not very proficient in the magic spell yet, and could only clean an area the size of his palm at a time, but he was almost done after repeating it a few times.

"We didn't see her either. She disappeared early in the morning after breakfast. Maybe she forgot the time while reading. You know, she is Hermione. This is normal." Ron turned his back to Harry and stretched out his arms. Showing the mud spots on his back, he answered Loren's question.

Just before class started, Hermione trotted into the greenhouse, right behind Professor Sprout.

Hermione stopped next to Loren and gasped for air. Her nose was red from the cold. The slightly hot temperature in the greenhouse and the run just made two blushes appear on the little witch's fair cheeks. There were small drops of sweat on her forehead, one or two scattered. Broken hair stuck to his forehead.

It was obvious that he had run all the way from the castle before class was about to begin.

"What did you do?" Loren asked in a low voice with concern, staring at Professor Sprout who was starting to lecture in front of him.

"Huh~" Hermione's breath hadn't even subsided yet, "I, I'm in, uh~ the Room of Requirement, uh~ practicing the Traceless Stretch Charm."

Loren did not continue to ask questions. He listened to the little witch next to him slowly regain his breathing, and stood slightly in front of her to prevent the professor from noticing.

After a while, Hermione recovered, straightened up and listened carefully to the professor's lecture. Seeing this, Loren left the problem until the actual operation.

Professor Sprout's voice echoed in the greenhouse, "Today we will loosen the soil of the plants that have been overwintering, and apply insect repellent potions to some insect-infested beds. There is also an insect repellent spell left for this week. The third lesson of learning..."

After half a class, Professor Sprout distributed the magic potion, and the little wizard and his partner went to their respective assistant blocks to start practicing. The greenhouse exploded and everyone chatted with each other.

"Why are you so anxious to practice the Seamless Stretching Spell?" Loren finally waited for the opportunity to ask this question.

"In order to make my beaded bag as soon as possible." Hermione followed the professor's instructions and checked the root soil of the hellebore in front of her, and poked it a few times with a small shovel to determine the tightness of the soil.

The soil they were responsible for was relatively soft. Loren followed the professor's instructions and shoveled three times per inch with a shovel. He continued to ask, "There's no need to be in such a hurry. I was almost late for the herbal medicine class. I'll help you after I make it." You make one too."

This is what he originally planned. The storage equipment made with the traceless stretching spell blessed by the alchemical array has even better performance.

"Concentrate on your work!" Hermione did not continue the topic, and the small shovel was shoveling quickly in her hand.

I know you can help me, but I just don't want to be left behind. Only she knows what the little witch is thinking.

At the end of get out of class, Professor Sprout assigned today's homework and walked out of the greenhouse.

Loren was still murmuring in Hermione's ears about the Invisible Stretch Charm.

Hermione looked at the dirty dirt on her fingers and wanted to smear it on Loren's face.

In the evening, Loren and Hermione returned to the Gryffindor common room, having just returned from the Room of Requirement.

Ron and Harry were wearing nightgowns and sitting opposite each other at wizarding chess in the corner of the lounge.

"See you tomorrow!" Loren said goodbye to Hermione and leaned over to see why Harry was asking for trouble.

Loren's shadow was projected on the chessboard by the light. The two chess players noticed the person coming and raised their heads.

Harry said excitedly, "Loren, you don't know, George and Fred gave me a new set of chess pieces to listen to!"

"It turns out that it was all a matter of chess pieces before, and I can now play the game with Ron back and forth."

Loren was silent when he heard this. What good could the twins do by giving them something? He always felt that George and Fred were uneasy and kind-hearted. He looked at Ron and wanted to hear his explanation.

"George took it out of the Christmas firecrackers, a brand new set of wizard chess pieces." Ron told the origin of the chess pieces while directing the chess pieces, "Soldiers, move forward!"

"Oh, you want to stack three soldiers on top of each other, I can see it."

Harry was smug, he thought he had seen through Ron's tactics, "Knight, eat it."

It's really coming and going, something is wrong, very wrong. Loren took a few steps back and sat on the soft chair next to him.

The difference can be seen from the state of the two chess players. Harry buried his head on the table, his whole body immersed in the situation on the chess board. Ron leaned back in his chair, taking a sip of hot cocoa from his cup from time to time, looking more at Harry than at the chessboard.

Moreover, Harry thought for a long time before he could make a move, while Ron almost didn't think about it, and Harry could immediately pick up the move after he made it.

This water might fill up the Atlantic Ocean, Loren complained secretly. There are also some doubts. In the past, Ron would be bored by this kind of chess. Why could he hold back and play with Harry this time?

After a long time, the game of chess was finally finished.

"General!"

Harry won by a narrow margin, with excitement on his face, "I knew it was a chess piece problem before."

He happily skipped back to the dormitory, planning to show off to Seamus and point out that there was something wrong with Seamus' old chess piece.

Loren sat next to Ron and asked doubtfully: "You haven't seen Harry for the whole holiday, so you are willing to play chess with him?"

"hey-hey!"

Ron was collecting the chess pieces, and when he saw that he was being exposed, he couldn't help laughing, "I found a new and challenging way to play chess."

"Forcibly reach a tie with him?" Loren looked at Ron packing up the chess pieces.

The knight chess piece waved his lance and poked Ron's finger in disgust, shouting: "Get out of here! You are so stupid today!"

Ron tickled the knight's horse's butt with his little finger. The horse trembled with laughter and the knight was tossed around.

"That's enough! I surrender, but you have to defeat him tomorrow." After saying this, the knight rode back to the preparation seat.

After putting away the chess pieces, Ron said slowly: "I'm guessing which move Harry will make when he plays chess."

"When I started to play with him with all my strength, I couldn't guess. Later, when I found that I played with him back and forth, it became easier to guess. At first, I guessed where the next step would be, but now I can guess the next three steps."

Loren clicked his tongue when he heard this, "Good guy, you really have a good idea of ​​​​Go, let's leave the data analysis here."

Harry is so miserable, a second of silence for him.