days at Hogwarts

This year's Hogsmeade Week starts a little earlier than usual.

Passing the fork in the road outside the forbidden forest, wisps of white smoke floated up from behind the towering red pine treetops, mixed in the frosty mist of the early autumn morning. The dry firewood was choking, and the barking of Yaya could be heard faintly.

Although it is autumn, the temperature has not yet reached the cool level except for the fog at night and the increase in rain.

The flowers and plants on the roadside are still brightly colored, and the atmosphere of solemnity and desolation is not strong. The chrysanthemums in the bushes are blooming well, bright yellow, and look very energetic. The unique climate has prevented some hydrangeas from blooming until now, and the clean and rich blue and purple colors together are eye-catching.

Loren stood in front of the window of Wenrenju, leaned close to the glass and looked inside. There was actually a new yearbook inside.

A colorful book with a circle of dried flowers tied on the cover, including rosemary, lavender and baby's breath, and a light red border on the edge. It is loose-leaf bound and has a loose cap. The single pages inside can be removed and given to classmates to write down blessings and messages.

It looks quite characteristic of the times.

Considering that there is only one magic school, Hogwarts, in this land, this thing should have been first introduced by Wenrenju. I don't know which Muggle-born clerk gave the idea to the boss. Merlin is really a genius.

The wizarding world is being culturally invaded.

"Tsk tsk..."

Loren shook his head and sighed, then looked away to continue looking at other new stationery products. The store was deserted and quiet, with only three or five students scattered between the shelves. There were no waiters, and the only clerk was the cashier behind the counter.

This is not a place worth visiting. Many students buy enough stationery before the start of the school year. Compared with other shops in Hogsmeade, the Wenrenju Quill Shop has been tepid for a long time, and it takes several years to release a new model. This year, they sold so many at once, perhaps because of the stimulation of Weasley's Joke Shop.

Yes, the joke shop also sells stationery part-time, and it sells all kinds of weird and functional stationery.

Then he looked at the stationery, only to find that Hermione, carrying a printed linen bag, had stood beside him at some point, staring at him with blinking eyes.

Loren immediately stared back: "When did you come out?"

"When you were talking and laughing to yourself in front of the window, like a fool."

"Emmm..." Loren glanced at her eyes secretly. The look in the girl's eyes seemed impolite. He had to think of a way to save his image. "This is a magical talent. I can understand what these stationery say, just like Harry's Parseltongue. In fact, I'm not talking to myself, I'm talking to them."

"Then guess what my new quill pen is saying?"

"You're saying bad things about me." Loren reached out to take the cloth bag and stuffed it into the pendant, then reached out to hold her hand. "Come on, let's go to Honeydukes and then to Madam Puddifoot's tea shop."

"I object to the second half of the trip."

Hermione symbolically struggled a few times, then half-heartedly agreed to the invitation to hold hands, staring straight ahead at the road sign with a smile in her eyes.

"invalid objection."

Loren clasped her fingers and shook her hands back and forth.

Tyranny and dictatorship are extremely serious crimes.

Unfortunately, Miss Granger was unable to organize an effective resistance and could only punch him a few times during the subsequent settlement. Unfortunately, if she hit him too lightly, there would be no disciplinary effect, and if she hit him too hard, she would feel heartbroken.

That's what love is.

The two walked towards the candy store.

They met some familiar friends on the way. Harry and Ginny came out of the shop next door with the same scarf around their necks, in the classic Gryffindor red and gold color, a new product from the Elegant Wizard Clothing Store. It looked like two ordinary scarves knitted together, and in fact it was just two ordinary scarves knitted together, with a lion pattern embroidered on the seams.

Passersby on the road cast their eyes over.

"Harry, your scarf..."

"How is it? It looks good, right? It's a new couple's item from Fengyapai Clothing Store."

“It looks good…right?”

"It's a Gryffindor limited edition, and it's only 19 silver Sickles."

"..."

After being labeled as a couple's item, the price doubled.

There are Muggle-born wizarding talents everywhere.

Loren glanced at the scarf out of the corner of his eye, then glanced at the two people's happy smiles. He couldn't help but twitch his eyes slightly, and he actually had the urge to make an impulse purchase.

"..."

Hermione had a complicated look in her eyes and felt a little nervous.

I breathed a sigh of relief when I successfully passed the intersection where the Fengya School Wizard Clothing Store was.

Arriving at the candy store, Hermione took out the gift certificate to exchange for a gift box, while the others went straight to the tasting area.

More than half of the candies on the shelves have been sold. Many customers are shopping and tasting the candies in the store. The super blowing candies are producing crystal clear and plump bubbles in a dreamy blue color of bluebells. From a distance, the cold and hard ceiling and walls seem to become soft, with the sweet and pleasant aroma of chocolate and honey, as if you are immersed in a candy house in a fairy tale.

When Hermione put away the gift box and came to the tasting area, it was already surrounded by many chattering little wizards.

Next to it is the candy store’s new product, orange-red hard fructose wrapped in shiny glitter, plump and bright, and inlaid with circles of crispy chocolate edges. It is as crystal clear as a crystal chandelier and as big as the bulb of a crystal chandelier.

"This kind of thing is actually mass-produced..." Loren expressed his amazement.

Hermione looked up and saw a large hazard warning sign painted on the sign, and couldn't help but think of the first time she came to the candy store.

That was five years ago, right around her birthday.

As second-year students, they were not yet allowed to visit Hogsmeade, but Loren had already found out the secret passages in the castle and secretly borrowed the Marauder's Map from George and Fred. She was still a good student in the traditional sense. Although she was forced to violate school rules several times, she still respected them in her heart. Then she was influenced by Loren and was taken to play in Hogsmeade for a whole day.

Honeydukes Candy Store also had new products that day.

It seems to be Bibi's strange-tasting beans, the smell of booger, eye booger or something like that...

Why do sweet candy stores always come up with new products like this?

Hermione was silent for a moment, shook her head, and threw away the strange candies in her mind. Then she turned her head to look at the side and found that many little wizards were eager to try. Judging from their wizard robes, they were basically from Gryffindor and Hufflepuff houses.

She was acutely aware that Madam Pomfrey might have to work overtime tonight.

Loren poked her arm. "Hermione, I think..."

"Sure, you can eat it yourself, or go back to the dormitory and share it with your roommates."

"Why am I asking you when I can eat it myself?" Loren tilted his head and said seriously, "I mean, I want to buy it for you."

"???" Hermione looked confused.

"Look, you didn't like eating cockroaches at first, but you ate them later. Your rejection of the light bulb candy is only temporary, and you will accept it in the end. Why don't we skip the process of coercion, inducement, and coaxing and just eat it for me to see."

"You still mentioned the cockroach pile."

Long-lost memories came to her mind. Hermione remembered being coaxed into eating a whole box of cockroaches. She couldn't help but grit her teeth and clench her fists.

"The cockroach pile is over now. We are talking about the light bulb candy now. And I know Transfiguration, so I can get it out..."

Loren tried hard to convince the girl that they had been in love for many years and they were straightforward and didn't try to deceive or deceive anyone. They were just frank and sincere.

Hermione laughed out of anger, but quickly calmed down and stared at him expressionlessly.

Judging from this man's bad character, maybe this is what he really thinks. He wants to see her miserable look when eating this kind of candy. Instead of beating around the bush, it is better to bring it up directly. Even if he fails this time, there will be other opportunities in the future. Maybe he can use some reason to threaten and deceive her.

If you refuse now, you will be worried for the next few months.

Many thoughts flashed through Hermione's mind, but she gradually calmed down and said calmly, "Okay, but you have to eat first."

"Then buy two."

Loren took out two intact candies and put them in his bag. "One of them is free for sampling, and this one is discounted. Let's go to the private room of Madam Puddifoot's Tea House and see if anyone else sees us."

While measuring the diameter of the candy, measure the diameter of your mouth.

Hermione immediately felt regretful.

Oops, this person originally wanted to try it himself.

……

“Okay, I’m ready.

“By my estimation, the hard candy is a size smaller than my mouth.

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“I know that according to the physiological structure of the mouth, this candy can be easily put in, but it will be stuck when taken out, but I just want to give it a try.

"If I really can't take it out later, I'll slap the table, and then you can use Transfiguration to make the candy smaller and take it out, or use Human Transfiguration to make my mouth bigger. I want to see how big my mouth needs to be to take it out."

Hermione looked down at the unwrapped candies on the table. The light pink tablecloth was embroidered with delicate patterns. A winged child pulled a bow and arrow, with the arrow shaped like a bright red heart. New changes had also taken place in Madam Puddifoot's teahouse.

How did things develop to this point?

When I walked out of the school gate this morning, I was planning to have lunch at the Three Broomsticks, but I ended up in the box of Madam Puddifoot's Tea Shop.

There seemed to be a few familiar faces sitting outside. I wonder if I noticed them.

"Remember my instructions."

Loren picked up the small stick at the end of the hard candy, tilted his head back, opened his mouth wide, put it into his mouth in a horrifying manner, and then fiddled with it hesitantly.

I tried pushing it with my tongue at first, but that didn't work.

I held the handle of the stick with both hands and pulled it hard, but it still didn't work.

"Chiliu~"

"..."

Hermione sighed expressionlessly, picked up the tissue beside her and wiped the liquid from the corner of his mouth. She thought she would feel tired and helpless, but when she saw his grinning face and wide eyes, she actually felt very happy.

She immediately pursed her lips tightly, but couldn't help laughing out loud.

"Well!"

Loren glared at her with an accusing look, but did not give up immediately. Instead, he tried several times over and over again, and ten minutes later he slammed the table.

Hermione tapped his mouth with her wand, and the lightbulb-sized candy turned into an ordinary thumb-sized hard candy. Someone's numb and unconscious cheeks were relieved, and he rubbed them with a grimace to ease the soreness.

Loren rubbed his cheek and spoke a little unsteadily: "Okay, it's your turn."

"I……"

"You don't want to regret it."

"I……"

Hermione held the wooden handle of the candy cane, feeling a little panicked. She glanced at his expression secretly, her eyes flickering, and began to think of a countermeasure quickly.

After several minutes of complex and long-lasting psychological preparation, Hermione let go of the wooden handle, pursed her lips, turned her face away, and remained silent.

"..."

"Okay, you lied to me!"

Loren stood up and walked towards the girl. He wanted to teach this untrustworthy guy a lesson.

……

According to the concept of relativity in physics, happy times always pass faster.

It was already evening in a blink of an eye.

Passing the post office on Central Avenue and turning into a small path nearby, Loren staggered on his way back to the castle, biting off the remaining candy on the wooden handle and scraping it clean with his teeth, leaving only the bare wooden handle, which he casually threw into the trash can at the door of the Pig's Head Bar.

The Pig's Head Bar still looked the same as before, with the door half-closed. Unfamiliar customers didn't even know whether it was open or not. A tattered, old wooden sign hung on a rusty bracket, with a picture of a fat, chopped-off pig's head on it, and blood seeping through the white cloth wrapped around the neck.

A breeze blew by, and the candlelight in the tavern swayed slightly. Through the crack in the door, one could peek into the scene inside. There were not many customers, and many of them wore hoods or veils, covering their faces and bodies tightly.

"Find an opportunity to sneak in, and bring a bottle of truth serum, and you'll have a solution for the paper assigned by Professor Lupin."

"..."

Next to her was the expressionless Hermione, her lips were extremely rosy and faintly translucent, and even without candy in her mouth, she still tasted sweet.

The witch who breached the contract knew she was in the wrong and lacked confidence, so she could only accept the punishment silently. Fortunately, the punishment was sweet and not too difficult to endure.

"Why don't you say anything? You're using the cold shoulder on me!"

"..."

Loren shook his head, sipping the candy and thinking about something else. The sweet taste relieved the discomfort in his temporal joint. He followed the group of students returning to school, slurping the hard candy, and walked along the path towards the school gate.

From a distance, I saw Seamus taking pictures with Creevey.

Loren immediately came over and pulled Hermione to the back row to take a photo.

Not all of them were seventh year students, and not all of them were from Gryffindor. Luna, Rolf and the others were there, as well as Justin, Ernie, and Padma from Ravenclaw. More people kept joining in, interrupting the progress every time, but Creevey didn't get annoyed. He patiently held up the camera and asked them to organize their formation. It wasn't until the sun went down that the group finally stabilized.

The spotlight flashed and a group of people dispersed with laughter.

Loren and Hermione fell behind, and Creevy, who was looking through the negatives, walked and stopped, and naturally bumped into each other.

"Colin, did you get a new camera?"

"Hey, I did an internship at the Prophet newspaper during the summer vacation. I saved some money, sold my old camera, and bought a new one."

"Are you going to be a wizard reporter in the future?"

“I want to start my own magazine.”

"Ideals are lofty."

"..."

A group of people gathered together, chatting as they walked towards the castle. Seamus and Dean looked at the printed photos, which still smelled of ink, and couldn't help feeling a little emotional. The last group photo was two years ago, and graduation was coming up in the blink of an eye. The things they had been looking forward to were gradually arriving, but instead of being as happy as they had imagined, they felt inexplicably melancholy.