The days of hanging out at Hogwarts

The bell rang on time.

Loren and Dumbledore turned and walked into the hall.

Crookshanks looked at their backs. Usually, if he went to the hall at this time and lay down at the Hufflepuff table, he could get chicken legs and ribs, but Crookshanks had a better choice.

He crossed his front paws and pressed hard, stretched his waist, and walked lightly to the basement stairs.

He went directly downstairs to the kitchen. The house elf there knew its owner. He could choose the food in the kitchen and occasionally pack a portion for Fang.

"In fact, I don't have a deep friendship with Mr. Colehaug, and the officials of the Magical Congress of the United States of America have no authority to ask Hogwarts to provide student information. It's just out of courtesy. Maybe I can write a less detailed letter to reply to him, and attach some archival materials by the way. But the adventures we experienced together don't need to be disclosed to him. What do you think?"

"What archival materials?"

"I asked Professor McGonagall for your transcripts and awards in the past few years, and I plan to make a copy and send it to Mr. Colehaug."

"What awards do I have?"

"During the regular teacher meeting before the holiday, Severus believed that you would definitely become famous in the wizarding world after graduation, so Hogwarts should take advantage of your Before graduation, some awards will be given. "

"Outstanding alumni, right?"

"In fact, we all agree that because you have fully proved yourself in the past few years, you have repeatedly stopped the conspiracy of dark wizards, improved and optimized the wolfsbane potion, achieved excellent results, and helped your classmates. In view of your outstanding performance during school, many professors agree to award you the Outstanding Morality Award and the Special Contribution Award. The trophy has been placed in the display room, and you should be able to see it when you are in detention."

"Why do I know this now?"

Dumbledore blinked: "Because after the award proposal, it is to discuss the punishment for you to place alchemical items at will in the school."

"Very reasonable..."

It is indeed clear rewards and punishments.

Loren followed the principal into the auditorium.

Back at the seat, the banquet had already begun. Professor McGonagall stood in the middle of the guest of honor and gave a speech at the beginning of the school year:

"Welcome! Welcome back to Hogwarts! The next few months will be the second half of this school year, and it will also be a brand new semester in 1998. I hope that students will welcome the new courses with a brand new look..."

The voice was steady and powerful, and the speed of speech was neither fast nor slow. Without Professor McGonagall's usual seriousness, she was somewhat amiable. Except for the lack of awkward and boring jokes, the opening speech already had a bit of the headmaster's demeanor.

The little wizards in the audience opened their eyes wide, looked at Professor McGonagall who was speaking, and then looked at Dumbledore who slowly sat down at the side of the guest of honor seat, as if they had understood something.

Our cat dean is going to be promoted to headmaster!

The Gryffindor students were excited. They had never listened to the opening speech so seriously before.

Just when the prospective headmaster was about to continue his long speech, the former headmaster Dumbledore took a sip of sparkling wine from his glass and quietly pulled her sleeve under the table.

Professor McGonagall was silent for a moment: "We'll talk about the list of prohibited items after the banquet. Now I declare that the banquet is about to begin!"

"Long live Professor McGonagall!"

The students' cheers suddenly broke out, drowning the entire hall at once, mixed with a few shouts of "Principal McGonagall". The Gryffindor students' chins were almost raised to the ceiling, and when their own dean looked over, they immediately lowered their heads and avoided his sight, looking honest.

"Do you think Harry looked like the original Draco just now?"

Loren turned his head and smiled at Hermione.

Hermione: "..."

The food on the plate appeared out of thin air, and the wine glass was empty and full.

The flickering torches and candlelight by the wall were the scene of the beautiful future that teachers and students were looking forward to.

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"Myrtle is in the prefect's bathroom, Neville, are you still going to take a shower?"

Loren was wearing cashmere pajamas, with a towel on his shoulders, and his body was emitting warm steam. He threw his clothes into the dirty clothes basket, took out his wand and waved it over his head. Several whirlwinds swirled above his head, completing the blow-drying and styling steps at the same time.

Neville silently picked up his toiletries and clothes and walked towards the bathroom in the dormitory. Since he learned that Myrtle often visited the prefect's bathroom, he basically gave up this prefect's rights. On the contrary, the other people in the dormitory would feel awkward at the beginning, but basically didn't care about it later.

Rolling over the bed and stretching hard, Loren exhaled comfortably.

Harry and Ron were rushing to finish their homework next to them. In front of them were Loren and Neville's templates. They could extract the content worth learning from by taking a quick glance, and they would prepare a draft in their minds and write it directly on parchment. The copying steps were omitted, and the progress was very fast.

The experience accumulated over the years has formed muscle memory.

Seamus's speed was much slower. There were textbooks and reference books in front of him. When he encountered a difficult problem, he would flip through the books. If he couldn't find it, he would ask Loren and Neville for help. His focused and serious attitude was touching.

"Loren, it says here to add belladonna juice at the right time... When is this right time?"

"Potions homework? Didn't you choose the advanced class of potions?"

"This will not affect my participation in the N.E.W.T. exam of potions."

"???"

"Maybe on the day of the exam, Merlin blessed me and the goddess of luck favored me. The examiner accidentally let me get an extra certificate. This is not impossible, right?"

"It makes sense."

"So when is the right time?"

"The potion is slightly boiling, and small bubbles appear at the bottom of the crucible."

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"How much belladonna?"

"Add slowly until the potion changes color."

"Slowly...drip..." Seamus muttered, writing on the parchment.

Loren looked at the three people studying hard and felt a little awkward. He pondered for a moment and asked aloud: "When is the next Quidditch match in our academy?"

Ron answered immediately, without looking up: "Before Easter."

"Who is it, Hufflepuff?"

"Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff lost the last game. Their seeker was sleepwalking the whole game. He didn't even see the face of the Golden Snitch. He was like a headless fly."

Harry stopped his quill, looked up at him, and frowned slightly: "Hey, don't say that, he is just a new player and has no game experience."

"..." Ron waved his hand indifferently and was busy completing his homework.

"is that so?"

Loren secretly glanced at the expressions of the two people and added at the right time: "Actually, I think their goalkeeper is quite stupid. That...what's his name?"

"Flit, he is a brother to the former goalkeeper. His football skills are not outstanding, but he is very good at commanding and controlling the field. He is the brains of the Hufflepuff team." Ron still did not raise his head.

Harry had already put down his quill: "I think his skills are too poor. He can't always keep the goal. His mind is just rhetoric. Justin always said that he became a goalkeeper because of his connections."

Ron raised his head and frowned, staring at Harry: "This is just a layman's view."

"I'm a layman too!?"

"I don't want to say this, but Harry, you seekers barely participate in infield confrontations and only have a partial understanding of tactical arrangements?"

"I don't know anything about it!?"

"It can be seen from your comments about Flit just now."

"Then your comments about Hufflepuff's new Seeker are also unprofessional!"

"I'm the Quidditch captain and I see clearly!"

"But you don't know anything about seekers."

"..."

Loren listened to their reasoned debate, lay down and covered himself with a quilt, said good night to Seamus, who was still burning the midnight oil, and closed his eyes with contentment.