days at Hogwarts

Chapter 216 Christmas Vacation Begins

December 12, Saturday, 19 days before Christmas.

Waking up early in the morning, Loren had just opened the window, and the cold wind blew in through the window, making it cool from head to toe in an instant.There are thick clouds floating on the white sky, the sun is blocked behind the clouds, making the sky look bright, and the snowflakes are constantly falling.

The forests and hills in the distance are covered with silver, and only large expanses of white can be seen between the sky and the earth.In the direction of the greenhouse, a figure the size of a soybean walked slowly, apparently it was Professor Sprout.The professor of herbal medicine is hard work, even during vacations.

Loren muttered in a low voice: "Tsk, it's freezing."

Dress and wash, make the bed.

Last night, he was pestered by Voldemort for half the night, and then asked Flamel for a long time. He went to bed late, and looked at the sky, he seemed to wake up a bit late.

Anyway, there is no need to go to class, so getting up early and late has no effect.

It's just that we may not be able to catch up with the breakfast in the auditorium.

After doing this, I walked out of the dormitory. Before I could go downstairs, I subconsciously glanced down through the handrail of the stairs and saw that Ginny, George and Fred were sitting in rows on the sofa in the middle of the common room.

The twin brothers whispered to each other with their heads buried in each other. From the analysis of the movements of their lips, they spoke extremely fast.

In contrast, Ginny was very well-behaved, with her hands sticking to her trousers, waiting quietly for something.Hearing Loren's footsteps going downstairs, the three of them looked up at the same time, showing surprise expressions.

"Are you waiting for me?" Loren stopped, met the eyes of the three, and asked suspiciously.

Unable to wait for his slow movements, George and Fred stood up and strode to him. One of them picked up his arms and carried him to the sofa to sit down.

On the small table in front of him were some beef pies and hot milk, which seemed to be breakfast for him.

George picked up the beef patty wrapped in parchment and stuffed it into his left hand: "Percy told us, you guys have found out the real heir of Slytherin."

Fred picked up the glass of warm milk and put it in his right hand: "I chased it to the secret room and killed the basilisk!"

Ginny pulled away Fred, who was in the way, and squeezed in front of Loren, her eyes were full of concern: "I heard that Harry was injured, is it serious, how is he doing now?"

Loren: "..."

Do you really not care about your brother Ron? He is also in the hospital bed...

"It's not serious, he's basically fine." Loren looked at the three Weasley brothers and sisters doubtfully, "They are in the school doctor's office. Can you just go and see them?"

"Percy said that Ms. Pomfrey strictly controlled the people and time of visits. She would not let us in. Percy told us not to disturb their recuperation when we have nothing to do." As long as Harry was fine, Ginny sat back contentedly, and put Fred pushed back.

"You really believe it?" Loren asked after taking a bite of the beef pie. It sounded like Percy's words to scare his younger siblings. After all, there was a crowd of people in the school infirmary yesterday, and Ms. Pomfrey didn't say anything.

"Ms. Pomfrey has always believed that the place outside the school infirmary is dangerous." George explained.

Fred shook his arms excitedly: "Tell us the story of the Gryffindor warriors fighting the basilisk, we can't wait!"

The milk in the cup kept sloshing, as if it would spill at any moment.

Loren ate the pie in three bites, dried the milk in one gulp, and wiped the froth from the corners of his lips: "I'll lead you to the infirmary, you can ask Harry and Ron directly."

Ginny stood up instantly...

After leaving Gryffindor Tower and walking down the stairs to the door of the school doctor's office on the second floor, Loren stepped forward and knocked on the door.

After a while, the door slowly opened a crack, Madam Pomfrey's head poked out from the crack, wearing a white swallowtail hat.

Madam Pomfrey's brows knitted together as she calmly glanced past Loren in front of him and looked at the Weasley twins behind him.

Loren pursed his lips. He probably knew why the twins didn't come to the school doctor's office on their own. They were probably on Madam Pomfrey's blacklist.

George and Fred smiled brightly at her with the corners of their mouths pulled, as well-behaved as two good students.

But Ms. Pomfrey had a very bad impression of them.

Mischievous and mischievous, pretending to be sick and skipping class.If a little wizard suddenly lost his nose, or his eyebrows grew so long that they could drag on the ground overnight, there was no need to investigate, there must be shadows of these two people behind these things.

"Good morning, Madam Pomfrey, let's come to visit Harry and the others," Loren said.

"Good morning, Madam Pomfrey."

The Weasley brothers followed neatly and greeted each other very politely.

Madam Pomfrey squinted her eyes to examine them, and finally opened the door sideways and led several people to the bed where Harry and others were: "No fighting, no noise, no snacks."

Harry and Ron had just finished the nutritious breakfast provided by Ms. Pomfrey, which was specially provided for the ward, including boiled eggs, buckwheat bread, boiled chicken breast...it was healthy and unpalatable.The two looked bitter and wanted to open the snacks, but they were directly caught by Ms. Pomfrey.

Yesterday, the principal was present, and Dumbledore took the lead in eating snacks. He was worried about the principal's face and was not easy to control. Today is different.Madam Pomfrey neatly put away the snacks, leaving space for the little wizards to reunite

Harry and Ron watched the snacks fly away, and then they noticed a few people: "Why are you here so early?"

Ginny jumped between Harry and Ron, studying Harry's bandaged right hand carefully.

Harry was a little shy under the eager eyes and scratched his head: "It's fine now. There's no scar at all. It was Madam Pomfrey who insisted on wearing a bandage."

The little witch's courage was like soap bubbles, and was pierced by his voice. Ginny, who was boldly looking at it just now, blushed instantly, and shrank to Ron's side with a snort.

Concerned about Harry's injury, George and Fred set their sights on Ron. They sat beside Ron, put their hands on Ron's shoulders, and shook him affectionately.

George patted him heavily on the shoulder: "Look at what our baby Ronnie has done, he just surprised us after the holiday!"

Fred laughed twice: "You completed the great adventure right after Seamus left, was it on purpose?"

"What a pity, Harry hasn't terrorized them with petrification at the Quidditch match yet."

"Tell us what's going on?"

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They were laughing and joking, and Loren turned and retreated into Hermione's compartment.

The curtain seemed to block the noise outside, and the compartment was filled with a peaceful atmosphere, like another world.

The cat girl sat on the hospital bed with her legs stretched out, her upper body was wearing a white striped hospital gown, a robe was draped over her shoulders, her lower body was covered by a quilt, and she was pawing at Animagus' notebook with her little paws.

She had noticed the noises outside a long time ago, and when she saw Loren coming in, Hermione's eyes lit up, big, round cat eyes, like golden stars hidden inside.

"Are you bored in the ward?" Loren sat directly next to Hermione and looked at her notebook.

"Fortunately, it's just that it's a little inconvenient to flip through the book." Hermione's voice was soft and soft.

Although she was troubled by her current appearance at first, the matter with the basilisk was resolved, and there was no need to attend classes during the holidays, so there was no urgent matter to worry about. Hermione quickly accepted this state.

She has always been someone who can endure loneliness. As long as she has books, she can feel at ease wherever she goes.

Looking at the hands curled up like cat's claws, Loren smiled maliciously: "That's great, if my palms are also curled up, then I won't have to go on holiday because I can't hold the quill. Homework."

What are you talking about... Hermione pushed his head away angrily: "Don't talk nonsense, Madam Pomfrey said I can recover in about two weeks, and I will definitely catch up on my homework."

Suddenly, she sniffed, sniffed Loren's face, tilted her head and asked, "Beef pie and milk?"

The triangular cat's nose rubbed against the cheek, it was cool and moist... Loren's neck stiffened, and he avoided it unnaturally: "I got up late, George and Fred brought me breakfast. "

Hermione didn't notice his strangeness, and nodded herself: "Don't get lazy as soon as you have a holiday, finish your homework early, so as not to be like Harry and Ron, working overtime before school starts."

She thought about it, but still felt uneasy: "From now on, you will come to me every day. I will watch you do your homework and review the Animagus content. After all, Professor McGonagall will have an exam after the holidays."

"Got it, Professor Granger—"

Bang!

The eccentric Loren was punched by Mao Mao again.

Bang bang bang!

There was a knocking sound on the shelf hanging the curtain, like a knock on the door.

"Hermione, can we come in and take a look?" George's excited voice came from outside.

They learned the whole story from Harry and Ron, how they sneaked into the Slytherin lounge, and heard that there was something wrong with Hermione's Polyjuice Potion. George and Fred were very interested.

"No!" Hermione exclaimed, and quickly shrank into the quilt to hide.

Although she has accepted her current appearance and can remain calm in front of Loren, when she thinks of showing this appearance in front of others...

No!

Totally unacceptable!

Outside the cubicle, George and Fred were still unwilling to give up. They were too interested in the compound potion, which could change the appearance of a person, and even change the characteristics of other animals. The potion with this effect was something they dreamed of making of.

Since Loren can go in, there should be nothing that cannot be seen, and it is not an offense...

Fred held out his hand to take a sneak peek through the curtain.

Snapped!

Ginny slapped the back of his hand hard, leaving a red mark instantly.Ginny put her hands on her hips and glared angrily at the twins. She looked a bit like Molly, like a little lion.

She looked at the twins seriously: "Hermione told you not to see it!"

Loren, who was about to go out of the cubicle, stopped and stood there listening to the movement outside.

"We—" George didn't finish his defense.

Ginny raised her hand and wanted to hit them again, not giving them a chance at all, looking like Mrs Weasley disciplining the children.

Inexplicably, George and Fred were discouraged, and they muttered angrily:

"If you don't look at it, don't look at it."

"What are you doing so fiercely?"

The sound of the quarrel attracted Ms. Pomfrey, she rushed over and stared at the twins, her expression was more fierce than that of Ginny, her hair was so angry that her swallowtail hat was pushed up: "I said I didn't say that, no Noisy?"

George and Fred hung their heads and did not answer.

Ms. Pomfrey snorted, and came to Harry and Ron. After a simple physical examination, she confirmed that they were almost fine.

She looked at the group of people with disgust: "The two of them can be discharged from the hospital, you should leave quickly!"

"Thank you, Madam Pomfrey!" Harry and Ron looked happy and stood up to put on their clothes and shoes.

After tidying up, she slipped away, and Ginny dragged her two restless brothers to follow behind, sighing.

To be honest, before school started, a few older brothers chipped in to buy her a complete set of new books, a cauldron, and a magic robe... Ginny was very grateful to them.

After the official start of school, she saw some young wizards wearing old robes and carrying old books to school. Even though they tried their best to avoid and restrain themselves, the embarrassment and annoyance were still revealed in every aspect of the class.

Ginny's gratitude to her brothers became even more heartfelt. She almost thought these people were really sensible, but the result was still a mess.

George and Fred are obsessed with mischief, and the right kind of mischief makes everyone happy, but mischief without boundaries can be tiresome.

Hermione refused so clearly, the two of them actually wanted to peek.

"Oh, really..." Ginny shook her head, dragging the two older children out tiredly, feeling a little empathetic to her mother's troubles.

Hermione let Loren see it because Loren is special, why don't these people understand... Ginny glanced at Harry who was playing with Ron in front of her, thinking, if her brothers could It would be nice to be half as good as Harry...

Hearing that all the people outside were driven out of the school doctor's room, Loren sat back in his seat with peace of mind. Ms. Pomfrey drove them away, so what's the matter with me, Loren Morgan?

Just as I was thinking this, Madam Pomfrey's voice came from outside: "Mr. Morgan, come out too."

Hermione and Loren looked at each other, seeing the helpless expression on his face, Hermione smiled softly, and waved her lips to him silently: "Goodbye, Mr. Morgan~"

"Come on, Ms. Pomfrey." Loren waved goodbye, got out of the cubicle and was about to leave in front of Ms. Pomfrey.

Madam Pomfrey glanced at him and stopped him: "Have you forgotten, Dumbledore told me that you should take Lockhart to St. Mungo's Sanatorium with me?"

With that said, she came to Lockhart's hospital bed and poured him a small bottle of potion that was as clear as the moonlight: "His soul has been irreversibly damaged. It took me reading until late at night to find this potion that could cure him." A potion of awakening."

Hermione parted a crack in the curtain and peeped out with her round eyes.

The potion took effect quickly, and Gilderoy Lockhart blinked a few times before slowly opening his eyes.He sat up quickly and looked at them amiably, with a friendly smile on his face, without any signs of illness.

"Hello," he said, "it's a strange place, isn't it? Do you live here?"