The days of hanging out at Hogwarts

The lively banquet was over, and the laughing and cheerful ghost theater troupe quietly sank to the ground. The professors left from the side, and the little wizards, with their bulging bellies, led by their prefects, returned to the dormitories of each college together, and the whole castle became quiet. .

Loren came out of the bathroom with his teeth clenched, the fresh orange flavor of toothpaste lingering on his tongue. Several other people in the dormitory had already finished washing and were lying on the bed. Their eyes were wide open, and it looked like they wouldn't be able to sleep for a while.

He had no intention of going to bed early, and planned to turn out the Book of Abraham and read it.

Stay up late, stay up late!

"Can I ask you a question?"

Ron's weak voice suddenly came from the bed next door. He turned his head while half-sitting and watched Loren lift the quilt and get into bed, looking a little embarrassed, "If you feel embarrassed, you don't have to answer."

"Tell me about it..."

"After the banquet, you and Hermione were the first to leave the auditorium, but you were the last to return to the dormitory..." Ron spoke carefully, knowing that this was someone else's private matter, and he was a little embarrassed to ask, " Have you gone on a date?"

"Of course not, we are going to have evening self-study in astronomy."

"..."

Ron glanced at the dark sky outside the window and consciously turned this sentence into a positive answer. After thinking for a few minutes, his eyes gradually became blank: "Loren, Harry, do you think I'm weird?" ?”

"Why do you ask?"

"Normal couples would go on dates away from people's sight," Ron whispered. This was a question he had been holding in his heart recently, and he finally asked it. "Lavender and I always kiss in front of everyone. …”

"It's normal to have feelings that you can't help yourself with." Loren replied casually.

"I was a little uncomfortable at first..." Harry said slowly, remembering Ginny's words of complaint to him, "I'm really worried that others will know that we are brother and sister..." He glanced at Ron quietly, and he was very dissatisfied. He said confidently, "I gradually got used to it. After all, Lavender is such a passionate girl. It is normal for you to be more passionate during your relationship."

"You're used to it, but I'm not used to it!" Ron complained in annoyance, lying back on the pillow, "You don't know the looks in the eyes of those juniors, just like we look at Goyle, thinking that he might be a fool... …”

"Don't say that. Falling in love is a matter between two people. Don't care too much about other people's eyes."

"I know..." Ron sighed longly, "Actually, I regret it a little. I can't tell whether I really like Lavender. She is a very good girl, not the most beautiful part, and neither am I. The most handsome and handsome boy, but before that, I never thought about being with her..."

"..."

There are no answers to the love problems of boys and girls aged sixteen or seventeen, and Ron doesn't need any advice. He just wants to talk to his friends and understand his own heart.

Harry chatted with him word by word.

Loren smoothed the bed, took out the "Book of Abraham", flipped through the passages on the pages, and observed the simple-line drawings. He flipped through the book very quickly, and occasionally thought of inserting a few words into the conversation.

Unfortunately, this ancient papyrus book has gone quiet. The pictures are still the same as before, and the text is still the same. Loren found nothing.

The flickering candlelight gradually dimmed until it was completely extinguished at a certain moment, and the dormitory fell into silence, leaving only the sound of their even breathing.

…

Hogwarts, Headmaster's Office.

Dumbledore sat behind his desk, quietly listening to Scrimgeour telling what happened tonight, his blue eyes as deep as a black lake, and his gray eyebrows knitted together.

Scrimgeour lowered his head to stare at the hot cocoa in the teacup. All the things that happened tonight kept appearing in front of his eyes. It seemed like a few hours had passed, and it seemed like just now. There was unstoppable exhaustion and regret hidden in that heavy face. .

"...The battle went very smoothly, so I let my guard down. When I saw the big guy with his butt on fire roaring towards me, I, the Minister of Magic, was completely stunned."

"What are the casualties?"

"Blessed by Merlin, Kingsley read a lot of reports when he was on a security mission for the Muggle Prime Minister and learned about Muggle military weapons. After recognizing that it was a missile, he immediately organized people to launch the magic spell and detonated it in advance..."

Recalling the scene not long ago, the suddenly bright flames reappeared in front of his eyes. Scrimgeour closed his eyes slightly. His dry eyeballs were stimulated, and the itching and pain became more obvious. He replied in a low voice, "The distance from the center of the explosion is We were some distance away, and the flames did not reach us. The flying steel fragments and shock waves were blocked by Weasley's anti-werewolf vests. Only two or three unlucky ones were injured, but..."

He paused for a moment and said slowly: "But the captured dark wizards did not have anti-werewolf vests. Their fragile flesh and blood bodies were penetrated by shrapnel and their internal organs were shattered. Except for the three lucky ones, everyone else died on the spot."

"Where are the Muggles?"

"Most of the Muggles were apparated away by the Aurors, and only two unlucky ones died." Scrimgeour's expression was very complicated when he mentioned the Muggles, and his tone was emotionless. "Kingsley has already taken Tonks with him. Rush to London, I will go and talk to you in person later.”

Dumbledore looked at the minister who had just taken office. He was about to face the most difficult and dangerous situation in history.

Scrimgeour took a deep breath, his voice more sorrowful: "The Ministry of Magic building has blocked all access routes, there is no news, the fireplace is disconnected, no one answers the phone booth, and the staff of the headquarters can no longer be contacted."

"No news is the best news."

"This is my decision-making error, I should be judged."

"Rufus, don't blame yourself."

"..."

Just as they were talking, a bright stream of light suddenly passed through the window, passed the tower in the blink of an eye, and shot straight towards the sky, like a meteor penetrating the sky. The stream of light pierced through the dark sky, and the wind and waves it raised tore the dark clouds into pieces. From the remaining holes, you can see the deep blue night sky, the stars and the moon are bright.

In front of the window of the principal's office, Dumbledore, wearing light blue pajamas, was holding a half-drunk hot cocoa. He reached out and pushed the window open completely. Behind the crescent-shaped lenses, the blue eyes were shining.

"It's amazing..." Dumbledore gently stirred the sugar cube in the cup, "What do you think, Rufus?"

The Minister of Magic, with his hair loose, pursed his lips and remained silent. Scrimgeour wanted to ask what kind of magic this was, but he felt it was unnecessary. Compared with the headquarters building that lost contact, the dead and injured dark wizards, and the Muggle Prime Minister waiting for a meeting, a magic of ornamental nature was not worth exploring.

"I'm going to say goodbye, Albus. I'll keep you informed if there is any news."

"I wish you all the best, Rufus."