The days of hanging out at Hogwarts

After the holidays, the corridors and aisles become spacious, professors rarely show up, the castle hall and common room have completely become the territory of the students, and there is no need to fight for the most comfortable armchair by the fire, every night Harry and Ron could be seen sitting there, poking various kinds of food into the fireplace with roasting forks.

To be honest, the presentation is terrible.

Their barbecue skills were not even as good as Glop's. The bread was blackened by smoke and the mushrooms were completely wilted, not to mention the steaks, which were not marinated and brushed with oil, were half-cooked and covered in ashes.

It’s just that they didn’t care about the taste and were quite happy eating it.

The rule that no spells can be cast has become a decoration in the corridor. Smooth and beautiful bluebell flames are floating everywhere. I don’t know where someone dug out the warning magic from the Goblet of Fire. After nightfall, you can often see sparks of various colors shooting up in the courtyard, as if Like fireworks.

I don’t know if it was Dumbledore who said hello, but the administrator, Mr. Filch, didn’t have much control. Sometimes he and Mrs. Norris could be seen standing in the corridor watching the fireworks.

Brilliant light spots exploded in the cat's clear eyes, dotted with stars.

In the evening of December 24th, the Gryffindor common room.

The room was not as noisy as usual, and no one was playing with the Gobstones and Explosive Cards that easily stained clothes. The boys combed their hair like adults, put on handsome suits, and sat on the sofa with their backs straight.

They pretended to be casual and chatted about serious and advanced topics: how to easily and effectively change the color of eyebrows through transfiguration, what preparations should be made to sign up for Apparition, and what the astrology predicts according to Professor Firenze's divination... …

Looking at them, their eyes glanced up the stairs from time to time, looking absent-minded. Loren, who was sitting on the single sofa, snorted coldly. They were all better at pretending than me.

He looked at the hands of the wall clock on the wall, and then looked at the quiet corridor upstairs. Just as he was muttering under his breath about how it could be so slow, the sound of high heels tapping came from the wooden floor upstairs.

Looking along the sound, a beautiful figure appeared in his sight.

The girl gradually walked down the stairs, dragging her skirt, and stopped a few steps above the ground. She looked at the man at the bottom of the stairs and smiled at him.

The hem of the skirt covered her lower body and also covered her heels that were shaking slightly due to her unsteady stance.

It's not a very formal dress, it's more gorgeous than regular clothes. The upper body is lined with burgundy velvet material, and the chest is tied into a bow, which makes the neck whiter than snow. The waist is slender, and there are a few strings of small flowers embroidered on the side. The off-white puff sleeves add a bit of sweetness and agility, and the lower skirt is made of multiple pieces of lace and embellished with tulip patterns.

The eyes of the boys in the lounge were involuntarily attracted.

Hermione only had eyes for the man in front of her. She pursed her lips into a smile and stretched out her right hand towards him coquettishly. Her arm was white and slender, as if it was shining.

Loren gently held the hand and guided the girl down the steps smoothly.

After standing firm on the ground, the girl took his arm and leaned half of her body on him. Her smile became thicker and her eyebrows were filled with joy.

"The heels you chose are too high."

"Damn it, the hem of the skirt is too long and I can't even see my feet."

"..."

"I have to find a place to see clearly after the party."

"What are you talking about!"

Hermione laughed in anger and couldn't help but hit his arm.

The two of them just walked away muttering, and their backs disappeared into the portrait hole, leaving behind a group of more anxious boys. They looked at the girls' dormitory as if they were hiding a piercing curse, and they wanted to blow up the wall that was in the way.

…

The two walked hand in hand downstairs to Professor Slughorn's office.

The already luxuriously furnished office has been decorated again. The Seamless Stretching Spell has expanded the area to almost the size of an auditorium. Emerald green, crimson and gold curtains hang on the walls, and a bright crystal lamp hangs in the center of the ceiling with a lampshade. There seemed to be elves and fairies twinkling and dancing inside, and the soft lights conveyed a pleasant warmth.

Singing accompanied by mandolins echoed around the room, and house elves moved among the crowd, carrying heavy silver platters that looked like roaming little tables.

Slughorn not only invited students who came to the club, but also some adult wizards outside the school, all of whom were very distinguished figures.

Slughorn was talking to a few elderly wizards, with the smoke of his pipe floating around. As soon as he saw the two walking in the door, he greeted them enthusiastically.

"Loren, my boy!"

Slughorn's voice was loud, the tassels of his velvet hat swaying on his head, and his big belly was also shaking, "Come in, come in, I have many friends I want you to meet! Elder Walpole, his friend Blood Ni…”

"professor……"

Loren immediately decided to betray his roommate and said decisively, "I think Harry wants to get to know your friends more. He is right behind. Hermione and I won't go over there. Let's go get something to eat first."

"this……"

To be honest, Slughorn does favor Harry more.

Although Loren is excellent, he has not yet achieved anything. He is not easy to introduce in front of that group of people. Harry is different. Harry is famous all over the world while still lying in his cradle.

"Okay..." Slughorn sighed with pretense of regret, "Dear boy, you can't imagine how much money you can make..."

"See you later Professor."

"Have fun."

The two walked towards the area where the food was placed.

Hermione took his hand, looked at the group of wizards smoking together, and whispered: "Eld Walpole is the author of the best-selling book "Blood Brothers: My Life Among Vampires". It is said that he has vampire blood."

"Is it more popular than Lockhart's book?"

"It shouldn't be as good as it."

"What's so good about it?"

"But the person next to him seems to be a real vampire."

Loren followed her gaze and easily found the vampire Xueni surrounded by a group of girls. He was tall and thin, with an unhealthy pale skin, even paler than Voldemort's skin color. The dark blue under his eyes was very obvious, and he looked sick and listless.

The magic power in Xueni's body was light red, as weak and thin as his body, and even less than some sixth-grade students.

Not far away, Xueni looked at the girl's neck badly, and was then knocked on the head by Elder Walpole, who was much shorter than him.

Unlike the mysterious and powerful vampires in Muggle movies and TV shows, the vampires in the magic world are barely mysterious, and their danger level is not even as high as that of Veela. Before the promulgation of the "Guidelines for the Treatment of Non-Wizard Semi-Humans", these dark creatures were regarded as prey by mainstream wizards for a long time and were chased away.

It was not until the last few centuries that their situation gradually improved.

Loren retracted his gaze: "There's nothing to see, let's eat first."