days at Hogwarts

Chapter 11 On the Hogwarts Express

At the end of August, Loren slowly finished the first-grade textbook he brought back.He read the follow-up "Standard Spells" as a storybook, and did not dare to try to practice easily.

Bates is also used to Loren, who is a little bewildered by practicing magic. Many housework at home is replaced by Loren with housework spells within a safe range.

He didn't know what to do all day long, he pulled his beard, sucked his teeth and tasted the wine that Loren made with clear water.

Finally, Bates couldn't take it anymore.They packed their luggage, entrusted the sheep to the mayor, and set off for London a few days earlier.

With a few days to spare, Loren wanted to visit Harry in advance, or meet Hermione.But he really couldn't remember where the two of them lived.

Harry seemed to live on Privet Drive, but he had no idea where Privet Drive was.The Grangers ran a dental practice, but he didn't know where.

Maybe the little spectacled owl could deliver a message to Hermione, and he would follow.But it was so silly that Loren gave up, since school was about to start anyway.

Bates walked on the bustling street again, the last time he saw such a scene was decades ago.London is not the same as it was decades ago, it seems a bit sad.

Bates turned around for a few days, and secretly made the next decision that only he knew, without revealing anything to Loren.

The two played happily for a few days and bought a lot of clothes.

Bates always thinks that even if the wizarding school has a uniform uniform, it is always better to have a few more sets of inner lining, and there should be winter clothes in winter.Until Loren's two large boxes are filled.

It was finally the day of school, and the two got up early, had breakfast and rushed to King's Cross Station.

Bates looked at the bustling station and felt that it was no different from other stations. He muttered: "Platform nine and three-quarters is weird."

Walking all the way to the ninth platform, Loren stopped.

It was only then that Bates noticed some lost little boys beside him, and he reckoned it should be here.

"Hey! Kid, cheer up!" Bates didn't see the slightest parting melancholy.

Loren sniffled: "I was just thinking about what to say to comfort you old man."

"I don't need to comfort you, you bastard, you can take care of yourself since you were young, and I don't worry about you at all." Bates grinned.

Loren was a little speechless.

"Remember to write the letter back, then, let's say goodbye here, little guy." Seeing this, Bates' tone became softer.

"I will miss you! Grandpa Bates!" Loren felt that this sentence was really childish, and after saying that, he pushed the car and crashed into the ticket gate.

Bates watched as the child crashed into the wall and disappeared, with no reaction from anyone around him.

"What an amazing guy!" Bates' tone became a little emotional.

He turned around, his straight body and shoulders suddenly shrugged, and his expression was a little sad.

After walking a few steps, he wondered if Loren could see himself through the ticket gate.So he pulled himself together again and walked out of the station.

Bates dragged his body and sat on the bench outside the station, with cloudy tears streaming down his face, he covered his face with his hands: "It's really disgusting, it made me, an old man, so ashamed."

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And heartlessly, Loren, who passed through the ticket gate, followed the flow of people onto the crimson steam locomotive, and packed his luggage with a heavy heart.Find an empty carriage, sit down by the window and look around.

He saw two red-haired twins pushing and shoving past, and a little fat man walked carefully with a toad in his hand... Some people matched the impressions in his distant memory, not exactly the same, but they had distinctive features.

After watching for a while, no one came to join him in a cubicle. Loren closed his eyes and planned to fall asleep.

I am used to it, sleep when I get in the car, and get off at the place, refreshing.And there is no need to worry about pickpockets and thieves here, and I will feel sorry for myself if I don’t sleep.

After waking up for a while to see if I can catch up with Hogwarts' characteristic "peanut melon seed mineral water", Loren is very interested in magical snacks.

After squinting his eyes for a while, he was woken up by someone patting his face with his sleeve.Opening his eyes, in front of him was Hermione with a puffy face.

"Loren Morgan! Found you at last!"

"More than a month! I've been waiting for your letter every day, but you didn't write it to me until the beginning of school!" Hermione said while pulling the sleeve of her robe over Loren's head.

Loren grabbed Hermione's hand in a hurry, and if the beating continued, her hair would fall out early.

"Unexpected situation! The little owl is not familiar with it just after I bought it, and I will take it to Hogwarts to be taught by other owls." Loren pointed at the little spectacled owl and said nonsense, and dealt with it first.

The poor cat, Maotou, was pecking at the bread crumbs on the shelf, and was suddenly hit by the fish in the pond, but it had no way to refute, it could only tilt its head.

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Hermione believed it. After all, carrier pigeons also need to be trained, kittens and puppies also need to be trained, and owls need to be trained to deliver letters, which is very reasonable.

She sat across from Loren, intending to share the preview knowledge and some things she learned about the magical world.

Before she could speak, Loren swayed upstairs: "Do you think the Hogwarts Express is driven by magic or mechanically? What is the power?"

Hermione was indeed distracted and began to explain her conjecture.

Loren responded one after another, talking nonsense from time to time and returning it.

"I think coal should be used, and it must be selected coal, and water-washed coal will not work."

"This water-washed coal..."

Every time Loren couldn't answer Hermione's question, he started to shift focus.This trick is called as long as I move fast enough, the question marks of my teammates can't catch up with me.

Seeing Hermione looking at him with bright eyes, he still felt reasonable after hearing his nonsense.Loren's vanity and bad taste have been greatly satisfied. Is this the joy of amusing children?Feel it, feel it.

As for whether there will be any consequences, he doesn't care, happiness is over.

The trolley that Loren was looking forward to finally arrived. He paid for a little of each and invited Hermione to taste it with him.

Hermione was against such a waste of money, and she had a lunch box prepared by her mother.But after all, she was still a child, she couldn't hold back the temptation in the end, and fell.Loren is such a bad boy.

Although Hermione fell with Loren, she still insisted on paying half of the money to Loren, even though he refused repeatedly.

From bibido beans, pumpkin pie, to licorice magic bars, and a few other oddities, both had a good experience.

The strange-flavored beans didn't taste any weird booger, Loren regretted that.

When it came to the chocolate frog, Hermione couldn't accept it, it was too much like a real frog.

Loren nearly screamed when Loren disassembled one and bit off half of the frog's head in one bite, the hind feet still throbbing.

As soon as Hermione opened her mouth wide, Loren stuffed a frog's leg before she could utter a sound, and the severed limb was still throbbing even in her mouth.

She wanted to spit it out, but the chocolate immediately melted in her mouth, and the sweet taste and aroma filled her mouth.

Hermione finally accepted the food after failing to resist, agreeing that it was quite tasty.And I am very interested in the wizard pictures that have been opened.

The matter didn't end here, watching Loren take out a cockroach from the box and stuff it into his mouth, and when the exploding white juice splashed to the corner of his mouth, Hermione finally broke her defense and couldn't bear to scream.

"Ah!" Hermione yelled, but immediately recalled the scene of being directly stuffed with chocolate frogs just now, and tightly covered her mouth, tears almost flowed out.

Seeing the little witch like this, Loren couldn't help laughing out loud.

Outside the cubicle, Neville was looking for the toad, and what Neville saw all the way was this scene: a very presumptuous boy smiled extremely wickedly, and the little witch wanted to cry but didn't dare to cry.

Thinking of my grandma's teachings and the glory of my parents, my fist hardened.