The days of hanging out at Hogwarts

In the principal's office.

Lazy Phoenix was lying on the window edge, eyes narrowed, sometimes looking at the field outside the window, sometimes looking at the people talking in the room.

The portraits of past principals sit quietly in the frame, with their hands folded in front of them, either facing forward or with their heads slightly turned. Each one of them looks calm and kind.

The tea in the exquisite porcelain cup was steaming, and the silverware on the table was also steaming. The warm water vapor had a refreshing effect. Scrimgeour took a few deep sips, and his brain was groggy without rest all night. After waking up a little, even my sore and swollen body felt relaxed.

Dumbledore wore crescent-shaped glasses and sat back on a chair. He was also wearing a light blue nightgown embroidered with stars and moon patterns. The satin hung naturally, soft and smooth.

"You have to give me an explanation, Albus!"

Scrimgeour picked up the tea cup and took a big sip of tea. He took a long breath and said, "Muggle universities and many geological institutes have detected abnormal fluctuations. People in several nearby communities felt obvious earthquakes. At least hundreds of people saw the photos. The Muggle government even planned to set up a special investigation team to light up the sky. In order to eliminate the impact, my staff was called up in the middle of the night, and they haven't been able to rest until now. "

"Keep calm, Rufus."

The old man slowly added sugar to the teacup, adding four or five sugars in succession. Then he picked up the spoon and stirred it calmly: "About what happened last night, I have good news and bad news. Which one do you want to hear first?" one?"

"Albus Dumbledore! I'm not in the mood to play boring games of choice right now."

"Well, I hope this good news can make you feel better." Dumbledore continued to stir, evenly and unhurriedly, "You can take back the Ministry of Magic building."

"What!?"

Scrimgeour exclaimed.

Since the Ministry of Magic fell and was forced to go into exile, the minister has been under unprecedented pressure. He organized the remaining forces to maintain the regime, ensure basic order, and actively restore international affairs. He was almost too busy to stay off the ground. In the first two months, he relied on strong tea to refresh himself. , and later started to use Bafei brain-refreshing drug to refresh myself, and I became a little mentally disturbed.

The prisoner exchange incident made him even more questioned. The temporary base received a large number of complaint letters every day. If it were not for the special period, the Wizengamot would have almost dismissed him.

Suddenly hearing the news that he was expected to retake the headquarters, he could no longer keep calm. He stood up suddenly and stared at Dumbledore with his bloodshot eyes. He was surprised and happy, and he was so excited that he could hardly speak.

He opened his mouth and asked in disbelief: "What happened last night? Why were we able to take back the Ministry of Magic? Has Voldemort fallen again?"

"Then comes the bad news."

"What bad news?"

Dumbledore tapped the silver spoon on the rim of the cup with delicate and elegant movements, then picked up the tea cup and brought it to his mouth to take a sip.

Scrimgeour's heart skipped a beat after hearing the bad news. It felt like a group of Acromantulas were shaking their limbs and scratching in the bottom of his heart. He was curious and anxious. When he saw his unhurried movements, he gritted his teeth anxiously and wanted to catch him. Pour the tea directly into the cup.

"Well..."

The sweet honey tea flowed down his throat and into his stomach, eliminating the fatigue from lack of sleep. Dumbledore sighed with contentment, raised his head and met the eyes that were staring at him, his eyes red and round. He couldn't help but raise his eyebrows: "Rufus, as the Minister of Magic, especially in times like this, you should always remain calm."

"..." Scrimgeour's eyebrows knit together tightly, like a violent lion.

Dumbledore said with a smile: "The bad news is that Voldemort has not fallen. He is still alive. He is just seriously injured and needs to recover. He will recover soon."

"So..." Scrimgeour's nostrils expanded and his breathing became short, "So what happened last night was that you were dueling Voldemort, and you successfully defeated him without getting hurt at all."

"Someone did thwart Voldemort, but I'm sorry, Rufus, but I can't reveal his name without his permission."

"Why?"

Scrimgeour was puzzled and found it difficult to accept: "Albus, I have no ill intentions towards him. The magic world needs such a powerful wizard, and the Ministry of Magic just wants to seek cooperation. This is a win-win situation, which will win him unprecedented success. Honor, wealth and even power!”

"From what I know of him, he doesn't care."

Dumbledore's eyes were slightly lowered, his eyes were incomprehensible.

Rufus would not have used such rhetoric in previous years. He still remembered that when they met at St. Mungo's that summer, the head of the Auror office was one of the few officials willing to believe him.

In just a few years, he has already acquired the ugly appearance of a man in power.

"Is it Grindelwald?"

"Gellert will not hide his name, nor will he replace someone else's victory."

Scrimgeour paced back and forth in the open space in front of the table anxiously, looking at the unmoved Dumbledore. Under the gazes of the successive principals, he finally sat down slumped: "Okay, I respect your choice, but I Need to know, what happened last night?”

"Sorry." Dumbledore picked up the teacup and drank tea silently.

"..."

Scrimgeour stared at him and couldn't help but ask: "Then what can I know? Albus, you are going too far!"

"Sorry." Dumbledore said sincerely.

But the effect was not very good. Scrimgeour was not comforted, but became more angry. He gasped again: "At least give me an explanation. If Voldemort shows up again, will the mysterious wizard help us?"

"It should be possible."

"..."

Finally, the Minister of Magic left Hogwarts with an indignant expression, but when Dumbledore relayed it to the vice-headmaster, he firmly believed that it was a pleasant conversation.

…

On the shore of the Black Lake.

The Easter holiday is coming to an end.

The sky is gray, neither cloudy nor sunny, and the clouds are low like thick quilts.

After staying in Hogwarts for several years, the little wizards are already familiar with the climate here. They know that the sky is brewing the pre-summer rainy season. This is just the calm before the wind and rain. All students cherish it very much and scatter on the grounds and the lakeside, seizing the moment to enjoy the tranquility.

Loren sat under the beech tree by the lake and discussed the wand with Hermione.

The Elder Wand and other wands are not only different in appearance, but also more obvious in actual use. This difference is not only applicable to Loren, the holder recognized by the wand, but even Hermione, who is not recognized, can play some of the Elder Wand's functions.

It's just that the degree is slightly weaker.

"Bluebell Flame..."

Hermione whispered quietly, holding the overly long wand and pointing it in the air, and the silky blue flame poured out, not slowly, but like a stream.

It circled around her, and the soft blue light illuminated her fair cheeks, and the little witch's eyes were slightly bright.

Temporarily stop the flow of flames, and the tip of the wand draws circles and gently circles. Under the effect of Transfiguration, the silky flames slowly gather and melt into a ball, warm and bright.

"【Orchid in Bloom】"

The fire flashed, and the flames suddenly bloomed, turning into a bunch of flowers falling on her hands.

Hermione smiled, patted Loren on the shoulder, and handed him the flower: "Here."

"Miss Granger is quite romantic."

After trying Transfiguration and ordinary spells, Hermione tried several minor curses and weaker black magic, and used several broken flowers and several fish with their belly turned upside down to complete the experiment. Plant protectionists and animal protectionists were furious.     Sitting down next to Loren and taking out her notebook, Hermione wrote as she said: "The Elder Wand can enhance all kinds of magic in all aspects, but it is still dominated by the wizard who casts the spell. The wizard's will is the key, and the specific effect is related to the strength of the magic and the accuracy of control..."

"Bala..." Loren imitated her tone and was hit.

There was a slight rustling sound when the feather pen passed over the paper.

Miss Know-It-All was just a little curious about the legendary Deathly Hallows. After simply understanding some of its characteristics, she did not go deeper. After all, she knew nothing about the craftsmanship of wand making, and she only had a superficial understanding of alchemy. She was not interested in delving into things like materials and wand cores for the time being.

After writing the notes and putting the pendant away, Hermione faced the lake, leaned against the tree trunk, and tilted her head slightly towards Loren. A few strands of hair went into his hands, and he didn't care about them being played with by his fingers.

"Loren, do you have a feeling?"

"What feeling?"

"Suddenly I felt relieved, the sense of crisis was gone, and Voldemort and the Death Eaters who had been weighing on my heart disappeared."

"No, I only have you in my heart." Loren pointed to the bouquet next to him.

"..."

Hermione rolled her eyes at him, disdaining his vulgar love words.

The breeze blew through the grass leaves, swept across the lake, and caused subtle ripples. A spring rain was about to come.

...

Before the rain got too heavy, the young couple by the lake returned to the castle hand in hand.

Hermione had to go to Professor Bubbage to revise the manuscript, so Loren had to go back to the common room alone. When he said the password, he asked about the Fat Lady's recent situation and started chatting.

Ten minutes later, Loren said goodbye to the Fat Lady and went into the common room.

Several familiar figures sat at the small round table by the window. Harry sat alone on one side, and Ron and Seamus sat on the other side. They were busy with their homework, writing so fast that their feather pens were almost leaving afterimages.

Loren came behind them with flowers in his hands and glanced at the content on the parchment.

It was a paper for the Defense Against the Dark Arts class, which involved the principles of magic and was a bit difficult.

"Why are only the two of you rushing to finish your homework?"

"Harry gave up directly and put together an article to get a low score and get scolded. We are different. We have pursuits."

"What are you pursuing?"

"Of course, the pursuit of excellence!"

"Your excellent paper is a bit profound."

"Of course, I checked a lot of information."

"Then can you explain what "Tao Pan" means? "

Ron turned his head to look at the place he pointed at, and immediately drew a ball of ink, and rewrote the correct word in the blank space: "This... is spelled wrong, it's "provocation". "

Professor Bagshot is old, kind, and his teaching method is gentle. One or two balls of ink are okay.

Loren nodded and pointed to another place: "What does this "Gu Shi" mean?"

"Uh... it's spelled wrong again, it's "divination". "

"And here, here, here..." Loren pointed to several places in succession, and finally pointed to the signature, "And when did you change your name, Mr. Luo Niao Weiqili?"

"Hiss..."

Ron opened his eyes wide and took a breath.

One ball of ink is a problem of ability, and an article of ink is a problem of attitude. Professor Bagshot will definitely not tolerate it. At that time, I am afraid that he will make him a prop for practical exercises.

"Oops, Fred and George's error-checking pen is malfunctioning..." He stared at the quill in horror and wailed, "I'm not going to copy it again!"

Seamus quickly checked his quill. It was just opened this morning and it was brand new!

After realizing that he was not in trouble, he breathed a sigh of relief and pretended to comfort Ron, but the gloating smile on his face was particularly bright.

"Don't worry Ron, the Defense Against the Dark Arts paper is not due until next Tuesday, so there's still time."

"What are you laughing at? Is it funny? Don't forget that your quill broke yesterday and you borrowed it from me for your paper on transfiguration!"

"!!"

"..."

Loren sat silently across the round table, not getting involved in the grudges of the two outstanding students, and watched happily. When the two of them sorted out how many papers needed to be re-copied, the rain outside the window was already falling heavily, and Loren Noticing Harry who had remained silent, he reached out and poked his arm:

"Harry, what's wrong with you?"

Harry turned his head, his eyes dull. After a while, he regained focus and sighed: "I miss my mother."

"After experiencing something like that, it's normal to miss me. If you feel really uncomfortable, just take a look at your mother's photo and write a letter to Professor Luping and the others." Loren didn't say anything joking, "You still have to cheer up, don't Lost in memories."

"I know……"

Harry's eyes were distracted again, "But whenever I have free time, I will think of the scene that night and what my mother said. She said we will meet again. What do you mean by this? Will we meet again? When ?”

"..."

Facing those expectant eyes, Loren could only remain silent and said helplessly: "You'd better go find Dumbledore. Even if you don't get the answer, you can still apply for the Resurrection Stone."

Harry's eyes lit up, then dimmed: "Dumbledore will not agree."

"Give it a try. If it doesn't work, you can still get some cookies and desserts. It's better than just sitting here stupidly."

"I...I, okay."

Harry's eyes flickered, and after hesitating for a long time, he got up and walked towards the portrait hole.

"..."

This time push him to Dumbledore, next time push him to Ginny, next time let Ron take him to practice Quidditch...

Loren sniffed the flowers in his hand and leaned back tactically. He was a master of diversion.

Seamus, who was opposite him, listened to some incomprehensible words. He only vaguely knew that Loren and Harry stayed up that Easter night and couldn't get up the next day, but he didn't know the specific situation and couldn't find out even if he asked Ron.

It was as if Mrs. Norris was scratching her heart and itching all over.

What is something like that?

What night?

What resurrection stone?

He's going to die if he doesn't hear the adventure stories!