The days of hanging out at Hogwarts

As if overnight, the little wizards packed their belongings and boarded the Hogwarts Express the next morning.

At the edge of the platform behind the Black Lake, Mr. Hagrid, the gamekeeper and professor of Care of Magical Creatures, and Mr. Filch, the castle administrator, stood together, directing the young wizards to board the train, occasionally scolding a few who were running around. Little wizard.

"Those two with red hair! Get in the car quickly! Don't chase them down there!" Hagrid shouted.

"Got it—Professor Hagrid—"

The twins replied in a weird accent, making the junior wizards nearby laugh out loud. They were already familiar with Professor Hagrid. Although he looked intimidatingly tall, he was actually a big, enthusiastic man.

I heard that this final exam for Care of Magical Creatures was the easiest exam in the past ten years, and everyone passed it with high marks.

Well-informed second-year students generally took Professor Haig's courses.

The laughter of the little wizards gradually weakened in their ears. Professor McGonagall looked at the right-hand man in front of him with a gentle expression, and asked softly: "Percy, have you really thought about it? You have completed your work during the internship." Very good, several deans and I plan to let you take charge of more important things..."

"Thank you for your trust, Professor!" Percy smiled brightly, "Influenced by my father, I have always wanted to visit the Ministry of Magic, especially after I heard that this year's International Confederation of Wizards will be held in New York, I even I want to see it."

Professor McGonagall sighed, looking a little regretful.

"Don't worry, Professor, I will definitely come back when Hogwarts needs me." Percy said firmly.

Professor McGonagall pursed her lips and gave him an encouraging smile: "You're right Percy, you're still young, you should see the world... I wish you good luck in the future."

"Thank you for your continued care, Professor McGonagall!"

"goodbye……"

"goodbye!"

Huh-huh-

The whistle of the old-fashioned train spewed out a burst of white smoke, the drive shaft drove the tires to make a "clang-dang-dang" sound, and the bright red Hogwarts Express slowly drove out of the station.

Harry leaned against the glass window, watching the distant mountains and woods outside the window running backwards quickly, as if it was time that would never come back. He sighed deeply: "It will take another summer vacation before we can see each other again. Time It goes by so fast, don’t you think?”

Ron was counting the days until the Quidditch World Cup on his fingers, Loren was leaning back on his seat, closing his eyes and trying to fall asleep, and Hermione was holding Crookshanks in her arms and was brushing away his thick hair to check the health of his skin. state.

Harry frowned and thought. Could it be that the train was too loud and they didn't hear him?

He cleared his throat and raised his voice slightly: "We will be in fourth grade next time we go back to school. Looking back on the first day of school, it's like yesterday. It's really nostalgic, isn't it?"

"..."

No one paid any attention to him, and the not-so-large compartment fell into silence.

Everyone else was busy with their own things. Ron's fingers couldn't break it apart, and he was doing it for the second time. Loren's head shook, and he slowly leaned on Hermione's shoulder. Hermione moved slightly closer in cooperation. Some.

Only Crookshanks raised his head slightly, glanced at him with a slit in his eyes, and the next moment he lowered his head and continued to lick his paws.

Harry stared at them expressionlessly.

On purpose, absolutely on purpose!

The cubicle is so big, they must have heard it!

Harry turned his head and looked at Hedwig on the luggage rack, and silently made up his mind: "Don't blame me if you do this. I won't talk to you for the rest of the journey until the train arrives at the station."

Hedwig tilted her head and moved a few steps to the side.

"What's outside your car window?" Hermione suddenly said.

"Ignore them, ignore them..."

Harry thought silently in his mind, but he still turned around and saw a small, gray thing rising and falling outside the window glass, appearing and disappearing.

Ron stood up and took a closer look at the glass: "Oh, it's a little owl! There's a letter in its mouth. It's here to find us!"

This owl is so small that it can be held in the palm of your hand. It keeps turning somersaults in the air and being knocked around by the train's airflow.

Hermione rocked someone who was pretending to sleep, so Loren couldn't sleep anymore. He pulled down the window, reached out and grabbed the fluffy little guy, and gently brought it in.

The owl chirped, dropped the letter on Harry's seat, and began to fly around in the carriage, obviously very satisfied that it had completed its task.

Hathaway's mouth clicked in a noble display of dissatisfaction.

Crookshanks also raised his head from Hermione's arms, following the little bird with his big yellow eyes.

"It's a letter from Sirius!"

Harry exclaimed in surprise. He no longer cared about taking revenge on these people. He opened the envelope and read:

"Dear Harry:

Hopefully this letter will arrive before you meet your aunt and uncle. I wonder if they were used to owl messengers.

I had picked this owl hastily, and I had some doubts about its reliability, but it was the best one I could find, and it seemed eager to take on the task.

I was already aware of Remus's resignation, having written to me before he left. He still likes to take on responsibilities that are not his own as before. James and I always say that he became a prefect because he likes to be nosy, but now I seem to understand him a little bit.

It's a pity that I still can't tell you where I am, what I'm doing, don't worry about me, I'm living in a completely new place, and honestly I'm living it to the fullest and feel happier than ever for this fulfillment.

I'll try to come back before the Quidditch World Cup finals and maybe introduce you to a new friend. If you can't come back, I'll probably have to ask Mr. and Mrs. Weasley to take care of you for a while..."

Hearing this, Hermione glanced at Loren and quietly moved closer to him, trying to give him some comfort in this way.

Loren smiled at her.

Since dealing with Peter Pettigrew, he has been able to face these things calmly.

Harry continued: "I think your friend Ron might be willing to adopt this owl, as compensation for the damage caused by the mouse, and as a reward for taking care of you for me. Ask him for me.

By the way, I would like to say hello to Loren and Hermione. I would like to express my sincere apologies and gratitude. I wish you all the best. If you need me, send me a message and your owl will find me. I'll be writing to you soon, Sirius..."

Harry finished the last sentence slowly, feeling hot satisfaction and a little regret in his heart.

"Adopt it?"

Ron's eyes widened and he said dubiously: "Did Sirius really say that...I mean, ever since what happened to that damn Wormtail thing, I have given up any hope in pets or anything like that."

"That's indeed what he said..." Harry nodded, "Don't worry, there are so many Animagus in the world, haven't we both not succeeded in Animagus yet?"

In the past two months, they have not been able to encounter thunderstorms, and the secret medicine is still buried in the soil of the Forbidden Forest. Unless Hogwarts has good weather until term starts, they have failed.

Ron stared at the little owl carefully for a long time, but in the end he couldn't see anything interesting, so he could only look at Loren for help.

Loren nodded: "Take it, this is indeed an owl, even though it looks very small."

"Good enough for me!" Ron happily picked it up and cheered, "It's mine!"

In the following time, Harry read Sirius's letter over and over again, and Ron indulged in teasing the little owl, even smiling when his fingers were pecked.

Hermione put Crookshanks into the wooden basket next to her and took out the notes left by Professor Lupin. It seemed that looking back at the previous contents combined with her own understanding of the Patronus Charm would always lead to new thoughts.

Loren leaned his head on the girl's shoulder, pretending to read a book with her, but he was obviously not as patient as Hermione about what he had memorized, and it didn't take long for his eyes to start rolling.

From this angle, you can see Hermione's side face. The train passes through the wilderness, mountain roads and tunnels. The light and shadow outside the window are constantly changing. Golden sunlight shines in and shines on her face, which can illuminate the fine hairs and make her skin white and delicate. , combined with the girl’s focused and serious expression, the whole portrait really shines.

The round earlobes were like pearls, Loren secretly admired them.

Perhaps his gaze was more burning than the sun. Hermione quickly noticed it and pushed him shyly: "Get up and read if you can't sleep."

"I can't see it."

Hermione glanced at the school bag next to her: "Then take out your summer homework and do it."

"You're going too far, Professor Granger. It's only the first day of vacation, and you're asking me to do my homework..."

Knowing that he could play this blame game all day long, Hermione reached out to lift his chin, trying to push him off her shoulders.

"You can sleep well..." Loren said hurriedly, putting his fingers into his schoolbag a little, and his head suddenly fell to the side weakly.

"Really asleep?"

Hermione wrinkled her beautiful eyebrows, a little suspicious——

She quietly stretched out her fingers and pinched his nose.

"Um……"

Loren snorted vaguely.

Hermione was silent for a moment, then reached out and touched Loren's lips.

"Boo~"

Hermione pursed her lips, feeling secretly happy and surprised that she could actually fall asleep at the drop of a hat. It was like magic.

The library of the Book of Fantasy was still bright and empty. Flamel held an unknown stage play script and read it with gusto, floating leisurely in the air in the library.

Loren stood in the bookshelf aisle, looking at the empty and lonely library, and sighed sadly.

It's probably a pity that he can't enjoy the beautiful scenery outside. It doesn't interest him even if he sets fire to the library.

He found a position under Flamel, manipulated the book of fantasy to construct a single sofa, lay back on the single sofa, twisted and picked a comfortable position, and slowly began to recall Professor Lupin's Notes on the Patronus Charm.

The content of the notes is mainly divided into three parts. The first part is about how to control the Patronus Spell at will. Loren has been able to control the radiance of the Patronus Spell before, and simply manipulate the shape of the radiance and the path and area of ​​diffusion.

The second part is about the techniques of controlling the physical patron saint. Its main function is to control the size of the physical patron saint.

According to Professor Lu Ping, this is not a profound magic method, but a follow-up extension of the Patronus Charm. The blue flame that resembles heating is an extension of the Fire Charm. It is not difficult, but the important thing is the idea.

Loren thought about it carefully and thought it made sense.

Physical patron saints resist dementors through physical contact or collision. Just imagine, if the patron saint of a legendary wizard is a small animal such as a snail or a beetle, when faced with the siege of a group of dementors, can he only use small animals to protect himself from dementors? Do animals of this size repeatedly collide again and again?

Obviously not.

A skilled wizard can summon multiple patron saints at the same time, emit the radiance of the patron saint, or change the shape of the patron saint.

Loren read the notes several times, took out his wand and waved it casually: "[Calling God's Guard]"

A majestic silver-white light burst out from the tip of the staff. The soft magic light instantly became the brightest light source in the library. Some kind of low-pitched cry that was difficult for ordinary people to detect caused invisible ripples in the space. Thousands of silver lights slowly And resolutely gathered together and condensed into a giant——

The killer whale floated in mid-air, and just standing there seemed to be filled with some kind of suffocating depression. The giant whale shook its tail, and the silvery-white light was lifted up like a huge ocean wave, lapping forward mightily.

After advancing for more than ten meters, the waves suddenly dispersed, turning into tiny splashes of water that dissipated in the air, crystal clear and brilliant.

Flamel: "..."

It used to be a sea of ​​​​fiery fire, but now it is a sea of ​​​​Guardian Glory. Can people still read books well?

Flamel blinked his shaken eyes and couldn't help but ask, "Loren, do you remember that the Book of Fantasy has a special place for practicing magic spells?"

Loren scratched his head and laughed twice: "Frammel, you misunderstood. I thought the light in the library was not bright enough, so I used the Patronus Charm to illuminate it for you."

Flamel shook his head helplessly, leaning his upper body slightly forward and floating next to Loren, looking at the huge orca patron saint and asked: "What are you planning to practice?"

"Some application skills of the Patron Saint..." Loren sat up from the single sofa, "Including controlling the size of the Patron Saint, summoning multiple Patron Saints at the same time, and using the Patron Saint to send messages."

"..."

In the speeding train carriage, Hermione calmly focused on the notes in front of her. The golden sunlight shone through the window into the carriage, making her feel warm and comfortable, making her want to sneeze.

Hermione put down her notes, tilted her head slightly to feel the breathing of the person next to her, and gently raised her hand to pinch her nose.

The soreness on the tip of her nose was relieved. Hermione thought for a moment, stretched out her hand to rub the tip of Loren's nose, and a smile appeared at the corner of her mouth.