The days of hanging out at Hogwarts

September 19th, a crisp autumn day.

Today is the birthday of a certain little witch. They have not spent it behind closed doors in the Room of Requirement. The weather has turned cold. If they don’t seize the time to spend more time outside, the cold wind will blow soon, and they will not be able to do without the shelter of the fireplace. range.

He didn't bother Hagrid. The atmosphere in the Forbidden Forest Lodge was not suitable. He was about to send Aragog off for the last time.

The two of them didn't plan to go to Hogsmeade secretly. They had already visited Hogsmeade many times, and Thursday was almost full of classes. They only had free time in the afternoon, so they simply went out for a walk.

Hermione had already put on the autumn and winter magic robes. It was said that wool was added during the weaving process, which made it feel thicker. Inside was a light gray close-fitting sweater, paired with a Gryffindor red and gold tie, and a pair of khakis. The colorful boots have a unique and vivid aesthetic.

Loren couldn't help but glance at her neck.

Slender and fair, with skin like gelatin, she looks pure and pure in the slightly gloomy autumn weather, and is extremely beautiful.

Anyway, I just want to suck it.

Hermione felt that his gaze was a little dangerous. She pondered for a moment and decided to change the subject: "Why did Professor Snape sign the name Half-Blood Prince in the textbook?"

"His mother's name is Eileen Prince, a witch. Professor Snape inherited her talent and magic. For family reasons, he prefers to recognize his mother's bloodline, so he calls himself a half-blood Prince. Si, the Half-Blood Prince."

Loren spoke a little cryptically. He didn't want to criticize the professor's father. In that era, mixed-race families basically had no good results. From many clues, it could be seen that Tobias Snape might be involved in domestic violence.

"You weren't optimistic about the potion that brought the dead back to life before, but what about now? Professor Snape got up and experienced resurrection from the dead, and had a personal experience of death. Can he resurrect Harry's mother?"

Loren thought for a few seconds, nodded, and then shook his head.

"What's the meaning?"

"Have you seen the notes in the professor's textbook? He was able to improve the content of the textbook when he was a student. He is very talented in the field of potions. It is not impossible to invent a potion to bring the dead back to life..." Loren kicked a stone away from his feet, "But Resurrection should not only look at the thoughts of the living, but also consider the deceased. Some wizards have an inexplicable belief in facing death calmly. Death is another great adventure, and they are unwilling to disrupt the order of life and death... At that time, it was so Urgent conditions have not turned into ghosts to accompany Harry. After so many years, who knows what the deceased is thinking? "

Hermione nodded thoughtfully and continued to ask: "Why did Professor Snape give the Horcrux to Harry?"

"It should be part of the resurrection ceremony. The soul of the deceased needs guidance when returning to the earth, and the body needs to be marked. Voldemort used his father's bones, the flesh of his servants, and the blood of his enemies. The professor may have used his son or something..."

"What about the other marks?"

"I don't know either..."

"How's Harry doing?"

"The mail-order textbooks have been delivered a long time ago. I flipped through a few pages and threw them in the cabinet."

"Sounds like it's going well."

"Who knows... I made a mistake when I was young. I chose a fork in the road, and the rest of the road was wrong. In the end, I realized that it was irreversible, but I still had to make it..."

Loren sighed, took her hand, kneaded it a few times, interlocked his fingers and held it tightly. It felt soft and his palms were warm. This posture gave people a feeling of reassurance.

Hermione turned her head to look at him, her eyes brightening slightly, and at the same time she clasped his hand slightly and shook it gently.

They cannot empathize with the experiences of those distant times, nor can they sympathize with anyone. They can only cherish the time in front of them and the people in front of them.

"Shall we go behind the stone over there? No one can see there..."

"..."

Hermione was pulled into a secret location with an expressionless face. She felt completely calm and even wanted to go back to the library to write her homework on arithmetic and divination.

"Well..."

Can't go to the library.

I have to go back to the dormitory and change into a turtleneck.

…

Ron was happy and troubled at the same time.

The Quidditch selection is about to begin. So many people have signed up. As a fair and just captain of the team, how should he make a decision?

When Wood was in office, he had his own help coming up with ideas.

When Angelina was in office, she had herself help out with ideas.

Why can't anyone help him think of a solution?

No one is available.

Angelina Johnson, Aaliyah Spinnett, George and Fred, four starting players graduated at the same time, and more than half of the team was instantly destroyed. The former captain did retain a few substitute players, but their skills still need to be honed and their tacit understanding needs to be re-educated.

"Demelza Robbins, Jimmy Perks, Mitch Gutt..."

Now there are two chasers and two batsmen vacant. There is no doubt that the legendary goalkeeper himself, chaser Katie Bell will definitely stay as a senior player.

"As for Harry the Seeker..."

Ron secretly glanced at his roommate on the bed next door. He was studying the old Half-Blood Prince textbook that had been completely destroyed. The scrawled writings had been altered countless times. Just looking at it made his head hurt, and he was still so close.

"No wonder you have to wear glasses..."

Just when Ron decided to let him continue to be the starter, out of the corner of his eye, he saw Harry on the bed next to him suddenly pointing his wand over, without reciting a spell, but a bright light burst out from the tip of the wand.

"Ahhhhhh!!"

"I'm sorry, I'm going to let you down right now!"

"..."

As soon as Loren came in, he saw Ron riding on Harry and beating him, mumbling something, "You're the only one who can cast spells silently, right?" "I'll make you hang the golden bell upside down," "I'll make your golden bell fall to the ground." When it fell on the quilt, it was a scene of campus bullying, very cruel.

Seamus laughed loudly and was the bully's accomplice.

Neville sat silently on the bedside with a copy of "Transfiguration Today", a silent bystander.

Loren also sat down and watched carefully, watching with gusto, cheering from time to time, and joining in midway as an accomplice.

"How did they start fighting?"

"Harry found a new spell in an old textbook... and that was it."

After the words fell, the sound of the door handle turning was heard, and several people in the dormitory looked at the door.

I saw Dean from the next dormitory push open the door and come in. His excited expression was still on his face and he was a little sluggish. He glanced at Ron's raised fist on the four-poster bed and remained silent for a moment: "I met Principal Dumbledore when I went upstairs. , he asked me to bring a note to Harry, you continue..."

Dean handed the note to Loren and closed the door for them.

There was a click.

The note was not covered up, so Loren saw it with a quick glance.

"Dear Harry:

Please how are things going with you, Saturday is a good time, please come to my office at 8pm, I have some clues worth sharing.

I hope you had a great first week of school.

Yours faithfully, Albus Dumbledore"