The days of hanging out at Hogwarts

"Long live Potter!"

All the little wizards in the stands stood up and cheered.

Just now, Harry, who was outside the battlefield, suddenly rushed to the ground, stopped a foot above the ground, grabbed the Golden Snitch tightly in his hands, and raised his arms in victory.

Five minutes into the game, he caught the Golden Snitch to end the game.

"I've never heard a faster Quidditch match in history!" Seamus shouted. "Harry should be given a monument!"

"Win! Harry wins! We win!" Hermione screamed, jumping in her chair with excitement.

She wasn't a big fan of Quidditch, but she was extremely focused on watching this game. In addition to the atmosphere at the scene, Gryffindor won the House Cup for the first time in seven years.

The girl turned her head and hugged Loren tightly, and then let go after a while. Her face was red, and she didn't know whether she was shy or excited.

"By the way, did you have an argument with Malfoy just now?" Hermione asked.

"A fight? We beat Crabbe hard!" Ron was very proud.

Neville just giggled.

"Let's go, we're going to throw Harry into the scoring ring!" Seamus and Dean happily pulled them towards the court.

In the middle of the stadium, after Dumbledore said a few words of encouragement to Harry, he gave up his position to the young wizards who came up.

He leaned against the stands and looked at the little wizards celebrating with a smile. "Honestly, seeing them always makes me feel a lot younger. What do you think? Severus." He turned his eyes to Professor Snape next to him. .

"I just feel noisy." Snape said angrily.

Slytherin's House Cup cannot change hands, and he will severely deduct points from Gryffindor in the following classes.

And Quirrell, give him a little warning.

There were too many people, and young wizards from several grades of Gryffindor were crowding around Harry.

Loren saw something was wrong and protected Hermione from the crowd.

Ron and Seamus grabbed Neville's clothes, pushed him forward, and pushed through the crowd to get to Harry.

Looking at the crowd from a distance, Hermione smiled and raised the corners of her mouth, looking cute and cute.

"Don't you like Quidditch very much?" Loren asked.

"College Cup! Professor McGonagall must be very happy that we won the game and won the College Cup championship!"

The court turned into a sea of ​​joy, and Harry was thrown higher and higher.

Although it was a pity for the little wizards of Hufflepuff to lose the game, the game that ended in five minutes will definitely go down in school history, and they were happy about it.

after an hour.

Harry left the dressing room alone, preparing to return his Nimbus 2000 to the broom shed.

Walking on the wet grass, the water vapor mixed with the earthy smell became sweet, and the gloomy clouds were beautiful shapes in his eyes.

He finally accomplished something he could be proud of, and no one would ever say that he just had a famous name.

Thinking of the scene of celebration just now, the Gryffindors threw him in the air, and saw Ron and the others jumping up and down to greet him from a distance...

Harry saw a man wearing a hood and a cloak from a distance. It was Snape. He obviously didn't want to be seen and walked quickly towards the Forbidden Forest.

Sneaking towards the Forbidden Forest while others are finishing their meal?

Recalling what Hagrid said before, someone else had entered the Forbidden Forest and awakened the hibernating Acromantula.

"That's Snape, he's going to do bad things!"

Harry jumped back on his broomstick and took off, quietly following Snape.

Entering the Forbidden Forest, flying along the treetops, he heard someone's voice behind a towering beech.

Landing on the branch, Harry carefully climbed forward, holding the broomstick in his hand, and looked down through the leaves.

"...No, I don't know why you would, want, choose to meet here, Severus..."

It was Professor Quirrell's voice, stuttering even more than before.

"I think I should give you some warning," Snape said in a cold voice, "You'd better calm down. Also, about the Philosopher's Stone..."

He couldn't hear clearly from behind, so Harry held his breath and leaned forward. Quirrell was muttering something, but Snape interrupted him again.

"Times have changed. You'd better know who you are loyal to. You don't want to be my enemy, Quirrell." Snape said, taking a step closer to Quirrell.

"I, I don't know, know that you-"

"You know exactly what I mean."

Snape covered his head with his cloak and strode away.

After leaving the Forbidden Forest, flying slowly on his broom, and carefully recalling every word he just heard, Harry came to the conclusion that Snape must be coercing Quirrell to help him seize the Philosopher's Stone.

Passing by the stands of the Quidditch pitch, Harry glanced down inadvertently.

There's a person lying down there, there's a person lying down! ?

He quickly grabbed the broom handle and landed on the stand.

"It's Malfoy's follower." Harry was a little confused, and it looked like he was being held down by a restraining spell.

Although he hated Slytherin and Malfoy, Harry still untied Crabbe's binding spell.

"Too much bullying!" Crabbe roared angrily and ran towards the castle.

"It's rude not to say thank you," Harry muttered.

Putting the broomstick back into the broom shed, he wanted to discuss the Philosopher's Stone with Ron and Hermione.

Gryffindor common room.

Harry felt that the layout of the lounge was a bit strange. All the candles and torches were placed upstairs, the light below was a little dim, and there was a cardboard box two to three meters high in the middle.

The twins and the senior students were gathered in a group, discussing something.

"Harry, where have you been?" Hermione was the first to notice Harry's return, and this greeting attracted the attention of the people around her.

"We won! You won! We won!"

Ron slapped Harry hard on the back and shouted, "We beat up Malfoy's lackey! Everyone is waiting for you. We are having a celebration. George and Fred came from the kitchen I made a big seven-layer cake!”

"Ahem." Harry took Ron's hand and patted him.

Well, it turns out you were the one who hit Crabbe. I can feel that Ron must have hit him very hard today. His internal organs were almost taken out by the few blows just now.

"Don't worry about that yet—"

Harry was about to say what happened in the Forbidden Forest when he was lifted up by the twins who came out from behind, his voice rising in fright.

"Our gold medal Seeker is back!"

"Guess who's going to be thrown into the cake?"

Harry turned pale at what George and Fred said, "No, no! No!"

"Throw it in!"

"Throw it in!"

Seamus and Ron took the lead in cheering, and the atmosphere of celebration was high, and no one could stop them. Pulling open the big paper box, there was a big cake filled with cream.

boom!

The white cream on the cake splashed, smeared on the sofa and on the faces of the surrounding little wizards.

"Hail Harry!"

George and Fred picked up a large dollop of cream and threw it out. Although they shouted "Salute Harry", the cream suddenly hit Percy's face.

"You two!" Before Percy could finish his reprimand, a ball of cream blocked his mouth.

The cream war started instantly, and cream was flying throughout the lounge.

The candlelight was placed high to prevent the cream from accidentally getting on it. They had planned it in advance.

"Salute to Wood!" Angelina shouted, and put a dollop of cream on Wood's head. She had wanted to do this for a long time.

"Salute to Wood!"

The Quidditch players banded together and buried Wood and Harry together.

Wood was smiling, even if his eyes were covered in butter.

Harry kept dealing with the cakes flying into his face, a smile on his face, and he quickly forgot about the Forbidden Forest.

"Barbaric, too barbaric." Hermione hid behind Loren and said words of disgust.

But the little witch's eyes shone with a cunning light, and she was eager to find a big piece of cream cake and put it on Loren's face from behind.

…

In the dormitory, the five Lorens were lying on the bed with satisfied smiles.

Neville accidentally burped, and it tasted like butter and sweetness.

Loren turned over and faced Ron, "Is the word mudblood really a dirty word? Hermione and I didn't even feel it, so you just rushed out."

Hearing this, Ron suppressed his smile and said, "It's very dirty. There are few words in the wizarding world that are more dirty than mudblood. Even if Professor McGonagall is around, he will support us in beating him."

"Yeah!" Neville nodded vigorously.

"You don't call me when you fight..." Seamus muttered to himself. He was very sorry to miss the opportunity to beat Slytherin this time.

"If I had known, I wouldn't have lifted the curse on Crabbe and asked their prefects to find him when they were counting their heads at night." Harry felt that today was a perfect day. He won the Quidditch match and Ron and the others beat Malfoy. As a follower, he also caught Snape's trap at night.

Harry planned to discuss it with Ron and Hermione before deciding whether to mention this matter to Loren.

The roommates spoke up one after another, and Loren felt warm in his heart, "Why don't you tell the professor that chess players shouldn't think more about their moves?"

"Can telling the professor get us to beat him up?" Ron said.

Telling the professor that the most he could do was to deduct points from Slytherin and put them in solitary confinement, how could he beat him directly to relieve his anger.

"If you ask me, Neville is really brave. He was the one who held Crabbe down while I took the opportunity to hit him." Ron praised.

Crabbe was stronger than Neville and the two Rons combined, but Neville ignored himself and hugged Crabbe tightly, and Ron finally found the opportunity to punch him in the face.

When Neville heard the compliment, he laughed unconsciously, "At that time, I just wanted to beat him, but I didn't care so much."

"Neville deserves to be a Gryffindor..."

Loren didn't enter the fantasy book tonight. He chatted with his roommates until late at night, and he didn't know when he fell asleep.

Early the next morning, Harry took an opportunity to drag Ron and Hermione to an empty classroom and told them what he saw and heard in the Forbidden Forest.

"Snape must be trying to force Quirrell to help him get the Sorcerer's Stone." Harry finally concluded.

"You mean, the Philosopher's Stone is safe only if Professor Quirrell can resist Snape?" Hermione asked.

"possible."

"If you ask me, Quirrell seems to be very timid. He won't be able to hold on for long."

The three finally decided to pay more attention to the movements of Snape and Quirrell, and speculate on whether the Sorcerer's Stone was safe.

Snape became more gloomy and irritable, walking around the school all day long, staring at Quirrell with scary eyes from time to time. In the eyes of Harry and others, this showed that he had not succeeded yet and the Philosopher's Stone was still safe. .

It was another Wednesday night. After observing today's horoscope, they returned to the lounge together.

"The weather is gloomy and there are no stars at all. How can I write a report?" Ron complained, rubbing his neck with his hands.

Except for Loren, the other little wizards also made this move, and their necks became extremely stiff.

The weather in the UK is very unstable and always rainy, especially towards the end of winter. They strained their necks and stared in front of the stargazing mirror for a long time before they could barely see some tiny rays of light.

"Find a day when you can see the stars and record them. Each time you write about one of the nine planets, occasionally the moon, other meteors and comets, one stargazing session is enough for most of the semester."

Loren lazily walked behind. On the tower, he observed the condition of Mars. After confirming that it was still not bright or not, he did not continue to trouble his neck.

When Harry and Ron heard this idea, their eyes lit up and they said excitedly: "What a great idea!"

"No!" Hermione objected to this idea, "This is lying. The report should truthfully state the observed stars."

"Professor doesn't know how to look carefully," Ron muttered.

Loren and Harry nodded, they had the same idea.

Hermione said angrily, "It just can't be done anyway."

"I got it." The three of them dealt with Hermione. They were all used to Hermione being more serious and they all knew how to deal with her.

"You!" Hermione also heard the response of several people. She turned and stared at Loren, "I want to check your future stargazing reports."

"Just check, you can't verify it anyway." Loren muttered in a low voice.

Astrology is specious. I wrote that Venus became brighter and the rings on Saturn deepened in color. Who knows whether it is true or not.

Also, why are you just looking at me alone?

When passing by the corridor on the fourth floor, Hermione, Harry and Ron slowed down. When Loren was not paying attention, they put their ears on the door of the room where Lu Wei was, listening to see if Lu Wei was still inside.

Ever since the Quidditch match, they had done this every time they passed by. Loren had noticed it a long time ago and just acted with a few people as if he didn't see it.

After walking past the fourth floor, the steps of several people suddenly became brisk.

In the middle of the corridor, they met Professor Quirrell who was walking towards them.

Wearing a black robe, a purple scarf was wrapped bloatedly around his head. His face was pale, and his figure was thinner than before, but there was a spirit in his eyes.

Thinking of the smell of Quirrell, Loren subconsciously held his breath and leaned aside to let Quirrell pass first.

The three Hermiones showed kindness to Quirrell and smiled encouragingly. Quirrell insisted that he had not given in to Snape until now. They felt that the professor was not that bad.

When Quirrell walked away, Loren gasped, "Fortunately, it's winter. I can't imagine how the Defense Against the Dark Arts class will be held when the weather warms up."

The weather is dry and cold in winter, and the smell on Quirrell's body is less. When the temperature gradually rises, there may really be a few little wizards who enter the school doctor's office because of the evil garlic smell.

"Be polite, Loren, Professor Quirrell is better than we think." Harry advised.

"Then why don't you sit in the front in your Defense Against the Dark Arts class?" Loren raised his eyebrows, as if Ye Gong loves dragons (Harry loves Voldemort).

The three of them were silent. This question could not be refuted. Compared with defending Quirrell, one's own nose was more important.