days at Hogwarts

Chapter 224 Loren: What does it have to do with me?

Drip!

Drip!

The blue Ford Anglia 105E luxury sedan traveled quickly through the snow, chasing three broomsticks fiercely on the Quiltball field.

After the basilisk matter was resolved, under the guidance of Yaya and Centaur, they recovered the flying car from near the Acromantula's lair.

Since Arthur and Molly were abroad and the car had nowhere to go, the twins easily convinced everyone to keep the Flying Car for a while.

As for how long it takes to play...it depends on when the adults remember the car.

George and Fred, whose faces were full of excitement, could be seen through the car windshield. They were sitting in the front row of the car, their mouths opening and closing, as if they were discussing something.

"Hurry up, it's my turn to take control of the steering wheel!" George turned sideways and stretched out his hand to grab the control of the steering wheel.

"I know! But before that, tell me how to activate the magic brushes in the front and make them move?" Fred didn't wear a seat belt at all, because the boiling snow fell on the windshield, and he had to stand up and keep The left and right probes can see the direction clearly.

"Excuse! You just want to play for a while! Get out of the way!"

"No, don't grab it, don't grab it!"

The old Ford Anglia was swaying in the air and seemed ready to fall apart at any moment.I don't know whether it was the manufacturer's excellent workmanship or Mr. Weasley's excellent modification skills, but it never fell off.Occasionally drifting in the air can scare Ron, who is flying in front, into screaming.

It was Ron riding the brand new Nimbus 2001, Harry couldn't resist his pleading, and offered to let it out.He and Ginny rode the two Nimbus 2000s.

Loren and Hermione sat on the edge of the stands, watching a car and three broomsticks chase each other through the sky.

The cloak that was obviously one size larger than the little witch completely covered her, with the hood covering her head. The cat ears were hidden in the shadows, and her slender tail was covered by the tail trailing on the ground.No one noticed anything strange except that the clothes did not suit the festive atmosphere.

Hermione, who was wearing woolen gloves, leaned on the seat. The cold wind that kept passing by poured into her robes, causing her cloak to bulge. Cold snowflakes fell on her pretty little face, turning into ice water and flowing over her tender skin. , the cold made the girl's cheeks turn red.

Although it was cold, Hermione, who had been lying in the school doctor's office for a week, liked the outdoor feeling very much.

Her nose, which was red from the cold, took two strong breaths. Hermione pointed at the flying Ginny and sighed: "Ginny is as good at riding a broomstick as her brother."

She suddenly patted Loren's arm excitedly: "Do you think this talent is hereditary? I heard that Charlie led the team to win the Quidditch Academy Cup in his second year."

"As for Bill and Percy, they don't seem to be very good at Quidditch." Loren said lazily. Half a quarter of an hour ago, he tried to stroke Hermione's tail and was beaten.Now in a state of recovery.

At this moment, a fir tree with a thick trunk and lush branches slowly swayed and approached from a distance.When the fir tree came close to them, they saw two big feet sticking out from under the tree, and heard the loud wheezing and wheezing.

Hagrid had just been released from the Ministry of Magic's interrogation room two days ago. As Dumbledore said, he returned to school in time for Christmas.

"Hagrid! Merry Christmas!" Hermione greeted happily, waving her hands.After coming out of the infirmary, she saw that all the people and things outside were excited.

Hagrid loosened his two big hands around the fir tree and poked his head out from the lush branches: "Oh, Loren and Hermione, I also wish you a Merry Christmas. I heard that Hermione is sick, and I want to see you. , but Harry said you don't see anyone else. Have you recovered yet - uh..."

Looking at Hermione in a cloak, he already knew the answer. He wanted to pat Hermione on the shoulder, but his hands were stained with muddy water and he took it back.The hesitant movements seemed a bit clumsy.

Hermione smiled: "Don't worry, Madam Pomfrey said it will be fine soon."

Hagrid nodded, turned around and solemnly told Loren: "As a gentleman, you have to take good care of her, you know?"

"Working on it!" Loren spread his hands.

Hermione looked at the thick tree trunk next to her and asked curiously: "Haven't the decorations in the auditorium been decorated? When we came out, we saw Professor Flitwick decorating the Christmas tree."

Loren added: "I heard that they also moved here from the Forbidden Forest."

"Oh, yes, I saw it too. But those are all pine trees. Don't you think fir trees look better?" Hagrid patted the tree next to him with a show off expression.

Loren and Hermione couldn't see any difference and nodded in understanding.

"Oh! Look! I started it, what's it called, wiper, right?" Fred's proud shout could be heard from far away.

"Naughty boy, Professor McGonagall will lock him up if he sees it." Hagrid muttered, picked up the fir tree and continued towards the auditorium.Step by step, step on the snow, pressing out deep footprints one by one.

Looking at his retreating back, Hermione held her chin with her hands and said softly: "Actually, there is not that big difference between pine trees and fir trees. Hagrid just wants to add something that belongs to him to the auditorium and Christmas, right?" ?”

"Well, those who wronged him will be punished as they deserve."

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Harry, who was flying in the sky, saw Hagrid on the snow at a glance. He reversed his direction, lowered his flying altitude, and flew towards Hagrid.

Ron rode Nimbus 2001, faster, and flew to Hagrid's side first. He stretched his head through the branches: "Hey, Hagrid, do you need help?"

The stability of Nimbus 2001 is very good. Even if Ron is so naughty, the center of gravity has not shifted at all.

"Ron, don't think I can't hear it. You don't mean to help. You are just showing off your broom." Hagrid shook the fir tree and shook the snow all over him.

Ron was showered and flew away laughing.

"You guys have fun, I'm accompanying Hagrid back to the castle." Harry shouted to Ron. After getting close to the ground, he turned over and got off the broomstick, and followed Hagrid step by step.

Ron waved his hand casually to indicate that he understood.

"Hagrid, have you ever visited Aragog?" Harry hesitated for a while and finally asked.

Although Hagrid had been back for a while, none of them thought of telling Hagrid about the Acromantula. It wasn't until the twins took the flying car out to play that Harry remembered.

"Of course, the reason why I left a message was to hope that you would find it. I knew that Aragog must know something." Hagrid's brows and eyes were full of pride. He walked away with the fir tree in his arms while talking about the past. "When I was studying, I kept it hidden in the cupboard in the basement. One day it suddenly came to me in a panic and said it was leaving the castle."

"Oh!" Hagrid's tone was pitiful, "It wasn't even full of teeth at that time. How could such a little thing survive outside?"

Harry thought of what he had seen in the pensieve and fell into silence for a moment... A spider that big couldn't be called a small one.

Hagrid is still telling: "But it didn't want to stay alone in the basement, so I put it in a box and hid it. Later, you should know... After being kicked out of school, I asked it what happened It sensed something, but it refused to say anything—"

<divclass="contentadv">Harry interrupted him and said bravely: "Then you know, our communication with the Acromantula is not very friendly..."

"Well, it didn't say anything." There was no emotion in Hagrid's voice, "But I saw the traces of battle left in the depression, and saw that there were fewer spiders in its colony. When picking up Fang, Firenze The situation told me that.”

"Then you don't blame us?" Harry asked.

"Harry, do you remember what the centaur said?" Hagrid turned his head and glanced at Harry, giving him a simple smile, "This is a good thing for Aragog's tribe."

As far as Hagrid was concerned, Aragog's descendants and grandchildren had no feelings for him, not to mention that they were the ones who attacked Harry and others first, and now Loren showed mercy.

According to the laws of the Ministry of Magic, magical animals that hurt people should be put to death directly.

"It's like this in the forest, eat and be eaten, hunter and prey, expansion and invasion. You can't let a group reproduce freely, it will lead to disaster, this is the law of the forest..."

Two people, one large and one small, trudged in the snow, leaving large and small footprints and a long drag mark.

Suddenly, Harry realized that Hagrid was not as stupid as he seemed, at least when it came to forests and animals, he seemed wise.

He still had many questions to ask, about Tom Riddle, about Voldemort's student days... Just looking at the satisfied smile on Hagrid's face, he didn't ask anything.

Harry followed Hagrid and his fir tree to the Great Hall.Loren also came back with Hermione. They were not carrying any weight and were faster than Hagrid who was carrying the fir tree.

Both Professor McGonagall and Professor Flitwick were there, busy arranging the Christmas decorations.

The auditorium looked beautiful, with hanging ribbons of holly and mistletoe hanging on the walls.There are more than a dozen Christmas trees decorated with pine trees erected around the auditorium, with small shiny icicles hanging on the trees. The tops of the icicles shine with colorful lights, like candles made of ice.

"You've come just in time, Hagrid. This fir tree should be placed in the middle of the auditorium, what do you think?" Professor Flitwick greeted him happily.

A cheerful smile appeared on Hagrid's face, and he did not let Professor Flitwick use the levitating spell. He mustered up his strength and easily moved the fir tree to the middle of the auditorium.

Professor Flitwick followed behind him and used his wand to spray out a bunch of golden bubbles. The bubbles hung on the branches of the fir tree, reflecting the light of the auditorium, making them sparkling and crystal clear.

Hermione's eyes sparkled as she looked at the shiny bubbles.Loren was behind her, brushing snowflakes from her broad cloak.

"Loren, Hermione, Merry Christmas!" Harry came over and wisely did not mention Hermione and Polyjuice Potion.

After saying hello, the three of them stayed together and watched Professor Flitwick use his fancy magic to create all kinds of beautiful and shiny decorations, transforming the fir tree into the most beautiful Christmas tree in the auditorium.

Lighting spell, transfiguration spell, fire spell...

Loren identified what magic spell those decorations were derived from. Although he couldn't reproduce it at a glance, the derivative application of basic magic spells and the flexible thinking were very inspiring to him.

"It's so beautiful, Hermione. I don't think you need to cover it up at all."

Dumbledore, who was wearing a lady's bunny-eared hat, came to a few people at some point and said gently.For the old wizard, this level of concealment was almost useless, and he could easily see the true face of Kitten Girl.

Hermione's face turned red under her cloak, and she shook her head violently.

Loren stood up and coughed: "Professor, what decides whether to cover up is not what other people think looks good or not, but what she thinks."

Dumbledore thought for a while: "What matters is not the eyes of outsiders, but your own thoughts. This sentence is really philosophical."

He muttered and savored this sentence, as if he were reading some exquisite poetry.

Harry stared blankly at the old headmaster's lady's rabbit-eared hat, feeling extremely awkward.

This fluffy, soft cream-white bunny ear hat is so cute. It can be worn on the head of a little girl or a cute girl.Only when worn on an old man's head, it looks childish and weird.

Although Harry had seen Dumbledore's strange behavior for the first time, he still couldn't accept this extremely cute hat.

Noticing Harry's gaze, Dumbledore pinched a bunny ear on his head and said, "It was a Christmas gift from Loren."

Harry and Hermione turned their heads at the same time and looked at Loren in horror, their eyes widened, completely unable to understand the aesthetics of Loren and Dumbledore.

Dumbledore winked at several people: "This is the best Christmas gift I have received this year."

Loren smiled shyly: "I knew you would like it. I also know a hat with mechanical rabbit ears. The ears will move when the switch is pressed. I will give you that one next time."

"I'm already looking forward to it," Dumbledore said playfully.

An old wizard and three young wizards stood together to watch Professor Flitwick and Hagrid decorate the auditorium, chatting and laughing, and they were lively and harmonious.

But the beautiful atmosphere did not last long. Professor McGonagall noticed this group of people and walked over with a serious face: "Principal Dumbledore, do you have any results about that matter?"

Loren and the others took a few steps back in unison, feeling that the air around them was a bit colder.

"Please, Minerva, it's Christmas!" Dumbledore begged pitifully, wearing a cute bunny-eared hat.

Professor McGonagall said with a straight face: "Hurry up, the vacation will end soon!"

After the serious Professor McGonagall left, Loren and the others showed up. Harry asked curiously: "Is there anything important at school?"

They defeated Voldemort once again, the basilisk issue was resolved, Crabbe was taken into custody by the Ministry of Magic, and Hagrid was released without charge.Harry really couldn't think of anything to worry about in such a perfect Christmas.

Dumbledore glanced at Loren: "It's Lockhart. He can no longer serve. Your Defense Against the Dark Arts professor for next semester has not yet been appointed."

Loren was concentrating on Professor Flitwick's magic, with innocence written all over his face.

Hermione noticed the headmaster's eyes, she looked at the headmaster, then turned her head and saw the guilty Loren.The little witch looked at them both thoughtfully.

"That's great!" Harry couldn't hold it back, and quickly made up for it after blurting it out, with a serious look on his face, "I mean, that's really regrettable."

If you ignore the smile on the corner of his mouth, this sentence is quite believable.

Looking at his pretentious look, Dumbledore smiled silently, and suddenly remembered something. He whispered meaningfully: "I seem to have thought of a good candidate to be a professor..."