The days of hanging out at Hogwarts

Chapter 671 It’s the end of the year

Wednesday, Herbology Class.

In the shed outside the greenhouse, Professor Sprout finished the demonstration of the landfill of slow-release fertilizer for black hellebore. The students of the advanced class of Herbology dispersed and took care of the black hellebore in each garden.

Compared with the knot vines that we had to deal with some time ago, this little flower is much cuter. The flowers with the stamens facing down are exposed between the strong and tender leaves. The sepals are slightly longer, there are no waving vine tentacles, and there is no sticky and disgusting slurry. The fermented slow-release fertilizer has basically no smell. The course content is relaxed and enjoyable.

The gardens in charge of Gryffindor and Hufflepuff students are adjacent. Susan Bones is next to Loren. She is dressed in a brown gardener's outfit, capable and refreshing. Her hair is very long, braided and dragged on her back, and she walks unsteadily.

She came over with a small bucket full of slow-release fertilizer with a smile on her face, and greeted the two people in the neighboring group:

"Loren, Hermione, good morning!"

"Good morning, Susan." Hermione said with a smile, "You look much more cheerful than before."

"Hannah said so too." Susan Bones picked up a small shovel to turn the soil for the black hellebore, and explained in a light tone, "I received a letter from home this morning saying that the Ministry of Magic successfully rescued my aunt, so I am very happy!"

"Is that so..." Loren nodded thoughtfully.

Many people in the school know that Susan Bones' aunt is Amelia Bones, a senior official of the Ministry of Magic and a member of the Wizengamot. She stayed in the Ministry of Magic on Halloween and was captured by Voldemort. There has been no news before.

It seems that the prisoner exchange between the Ministry of Magic and Voldemort has begun.

According to the information revealed by Dumbledore, the first batch of prisoner exchanges should be during the Christmas holiday, and Amelia Bones is obviously not in the plan.

Is this a deposit before the transaction between the two parties...

Hermione quietly observed her expression and whispered, "How is your aunt now?"

"She is recuperating in St. Mungo's Hospital. She is seriously injured. She was probably tortured by the Cruciatus Curse. She is not in a good mental state, but there is no incurable damage. She is conscious and will be discharged after recuperation for a period of time."

"I wish Ms. Bones a speedy recovery."

"Thank you, I will convey your blessings!"

"..."

The news of the Ministry of Magic and Voldemort spread and quickly became a hot topic within the school. During the meal in the auditorium, almost every long table of the college was discussing this matter. There were all kinds of speculations. Some said that Scrimgeour organized an attack to rescue her, and some said that the Ministry of Magic and Voldemort reached a deal...

The Daily Prophet also published some notices to inform the majority of wizard residents that the Floo network will be restored from now on, but it is still impossible to handle the business of connecting new fireplaces to the Floo network.

It is not clear whether it is good or bad for the Ministry of Magic, but it has helped Loren to some extent and covered up the turmoil caused by his victory over the professor.

School life seems to have returned to normal.

Classes, meals, sleep.

December came in a blink of an eye.

Breakfast time, the Great Hall.

Loren, Hermione, Harry and Ron sat at the end of the long table, almost finished eating.

There was no class in the first period of the morning, so they had a rare leisure time, chatting to kill time.

Neville, the prefect, came over from not far away, bypassing Seamus who was practicing silent spells, holding a register with an unclear title in his hand.

"Good morning, everyone."

"Good morning, Neville."

"You don't even want to call us by our names, Neville." Loren stroked Crookshanks in his arms, his tone inexplicably a little artificial.

"…"

Neville knew he was joking, his cheeks were still a little red, the prefect had completely lost weight, the baby fat on his face was gone, his thin and tall appearance was completely different from a few years ago, his temperament was a little more calm, but his personality had not changed much.

Hermione punched someone with a bad temper, turned around and said, "Ignore him, Neville, what do you want to talk to us about?"

Neville breathed a sigh of relief and gave her a grateful look: "It's like this, the Christmas holiday is coming soon, Professor McGonagall asked me and Parvati to compile a list of people who stay in school. I want to ask you, do you plan to go home during the Christmas holiday?"

"Christmas holiday..."

"Stay in school..."

Harry and Ron seemed to have discussed this matter a long time ago. Without much hesitation, they shook their heads and said, "We both choose to stay in school and not go back."

Neville turned to look at Loren and Hermione: "What about you?"

The two looked at each other and quickly reached an agreement: "We will stay in school too."

"Okay."

Neville wrote down the names of the four people in the blank column for those who stayed in school, closed the register, and walked away briskly.

Loren fed an egg yolk to Crookshanks and looked at the two of them: "Why don't you go back?"

"I don't want to go back and cause trouble." Harry sighed deeply, "It's a mess outside now. If I go back, they will have to take care of me and keep an eye on my safety at all times. I think pregnant Betty needs more care."

"What about you?"

Ron blushed, lowered his head and whispered: "I want to wait until Aunt Muriel's matter is over, at least until George and Fred forget about it."

Loren and the other two fell silent at the same time.

Poor Ron, he was homeless at such a young age.

Just when they were thinking about how to comfort Ron, a hearty old man's voice suddenly sounded: "Children, I heard that you all chose to spend Christmas at school!"

"Professor Slughorn?"

Slughorn sat down next to Harry, put his arm around his shoulder, and looked at them with a smile: "Cheer up, my Christmas party will tell you that this is a wise choice!"

The professor's closeness made Harry a little awkward. He scratched his head and couldn't help asking: "Isn't the Christmas party scheduled after the holiday back to school?"

"Christmas party, Christmas party, of course it must be held on Christmas to be worthy of the name." Slughorn smiled, "It just so happens that you all stay in school during the holidays, let's spend a lively and happy Christmas together!"

"But..." Harry paused and said tentatively, "Wouldn't this neglect the other club members? I think most people will go home during the Christmas holidays."

"It doesn't matter, I can still hold other parties after they return to school, and I can plan it now. How about the Easter party?"

"..."

After a cordial conversation, the Christmas party was decided, and Professor Slughorn left with a happy smile.

Loren watched the short and fat figure stagger away, turned around, and asked a few people thoughtfully: "Do you feel that Professor Slughorn seems to have unloaded some burden and feels much more relaxed?"

"Really?" Harry tilted his head.

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