days at Hogwarts

Chapter 70 Before leaving

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

In the morning, in an ordinary bedroom in Gryffindor.

"Ugh..."

Seamus' whimpers drew out the others who were already awake and still under the covers.

"What's the matter?" Ron was very excited, and he couldn't calm down since the holiday began.

Others also poked their heads and looked at Simo curiously.

"Wo's hands are really pig's trotters!" Seamus still whimpered, stretching his hand out of the quilt.

The flesh on this right hand was blown up like a balloon, and the palm was red and swollen, trembling uncontrollably, looking very happy.

"I can't use any force at all, and I can't close or open." Seamus' fingers moved slightly, and the movement was almost invisible.

"Hahahaha!" Ron didn't care about favors at all, and took the lead in laughing.

This is not a big problem for wizards, just go to Madam Pomfrey to deal with it later.

"You're still laughing, I can't even wear my clothes." Seamus said in a very aggrieved voice.

Being teased by him, Loren and the others woke up laughing and joking.Several people dressed neatly slowly, seeing Seamus' funny look, they held back their laughter and helped Seamus get dressed together.

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

Loren looked at the swollen trotters and couldn't help poking them a few times.

"Pain Pain!"

Seamus withdrew his hand and blocked Loren with half of his body.

Ron thought it was funny, and poked a few more times from the other side.Seamus quickly changed direction, blocked Ron, and was poked by Loren again.

After repeated several times, Simo gave up. He lay down on the bed and no longer struggled, with tears in his eyes, and said in an extremely aggrieved tone, "Do whatever you want, 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 Gryffindor all over!"

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

Ron laughed again, he had been there.

Several people helped Seamus to the auditorium for breakfast, accompanied by laughter all the way, and occasionally met other Gryffindor students, and everyone laughed wantonly when they saw Seamus' hands.

Seamus blushed and said all the way that the winner is king, you guys are jealous.

More laughter...

On the Gryffindor table.

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

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

The twin brothers were sitting next to them, and they were the ones who pulled Seamus to play explosive cards last night.

"Are you going to shake out the jam?"

"Is there any bread without jam here that you want?"

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

"Hahahahaha!" Loren and the others watched from the side.

"Humph!"

Seamus got angry, arched his waist and stretched his neck forward, raised his chin and opened his mouth to swallow the bread in one gulp, "Can this be difficult for me, Seamo?"

Another burst of cheerful laughter.

After breakfast, it was almost noon when they accompanied Seamus to the school infirmary to receive a lesson from Mrs. Pomfrey before returning.

In the lounge, Hermione was sitting 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 start!"

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

It's just that Seamo played cards all night last night, and he spent the whole morning in the school infirmary without packing anything.

Seamus rushed into the bedroom and got busy.At least his hands are fine, and he tidies up neatly.

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

People in the lounge came and went, and Ron took Harry to the auditorium to play wizard chess, and no one would play wizard chess with him for the next month.

"Do you have any plans for the holidays?"

Loren sat next to Hermione, who could smell Muggle shampoo in the little witch's hair.

"Not sure, maybe go skiing with mom and dad."

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

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

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

The girl got angry when she mentioned this. Before school started, the two went shopping together in Diagon Alley. They made an appointment to write letters to exchange magic, but until the start of school, let alone letters, they didn't see the owl's hair.

After returning home from Diagon Alley, Hermione vowed to show off to her parents. She and her classmates would use owl letters to communicate, just like receiving the acceptance letter at that time.

For more than a month, every morning when Hermione woke up, she would check the window to see if there was an owl delivering a letter. From time to time, she would ask her mother if she had seen an owl. Thinking of how stupid she was back then, her mother must have secretly laughed at her behind her back.

On the train, this man actually lied to people that the owl needs to be trained in delivering letters, which is too abominable, and what's even more abominable is that he was fooled by him.

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

Loren didn't know that the anger in the little witch's heart had spanned from a few months ago to the present. He turned his head in doubt, "Write a letter as soon as you write, why are you hitting me?"

"If you dare to lie to me again, you will die." Hermione said bitterly, the little girl's voice was clear and clear, without any deterrent force.

"You might as well take Hanhan back and write to me. I will definitely not forget to write back to you." Loren said lazily. He could even forget to write to Grandpa Bates, so he really didn't dare to make any guarantees.

"That's it."

A melodious bell sounded outside the window, indicating that the train was about to leave.

Hermione got up, wrapped her scarf around her, put on her gloves and was ready to go.Loren took Hermione's box, intending to send her to the castle gate.

The corridors are covered with ribbons of various colors, extending to the auditorium.Little unknown white flowers hung on the walls, and inside stood the twelve Christmas trees that Hagrid had brought in, with little shiny icicles hanging from them, and magic candles floating among the branches and leaves, spilling from bits and pieces of air raids. Bits of light.

Professor Flitwick is using the Levitation Charm to hang a star ornament on a tree.

On the long table, Harry was playing chess with Ron, and was defeated.He didn't want to suffer this kind of torture, he wanted to escape, but seeing Ron's happy face, he could only bear to continue being abused.

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 too miserable, and Hermione couldn't bear to watch it again, she told Ron: "You must pay attention to Lu Wei's situation, and go to the professor immediately if you have any questions."

"Don't worry, leave the important task of protecting the Philosopher's Stone to me!"

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

This doesn't seem very reliable, Hermione shook her head, and pulled Loren towards the door.

Hermione pinned another hope on Loren, "I know you think Professor Snape is a good person, but no matter who it is, you have to be optimistic about the Philosopher's Stone."

"Understood." Loren sighed, you really think too much, Harry is not in the castle, Dumbledore's teaching cannot be carried out, and Voldemort has no chance to see the Philosopher's Stone.

"Enjoy your Christmas break with peace of mind."

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

The wind and snow drifted in from outside the door, and Hermione looked up at Loren.