days at Hogwarts

Chapter 257 The final exam is approaching

"In these lessons, I need you to collect the toadstools jumping in the corners and transplant them into a fenced garden. It's time for vacation. If you don't care about them during the summer vacation, and then open the greenhouse when you come back from the vacation, the tide of toadstools will destroy them. We drowned!”

The fat witch Professor Sprout shouted at the greenhouse door, "Also, stay away from those mandrakes. Stop stealing their leaves. Be careful they jump out and bite you!"

Loren glanced at Hermione next to him. The little witch's mouth was depressed, and she was obviously unhappy.

Stealing the leaves of the mandrake was done by members of the Animagus teaching class. They planned to prepare some more leaves for practice during the holidays to accumulate experience for the rituals in the next semester.

However, the senior guys obviously went too far. In just a few days, several well-growing mandrakes had been lost, and Professor Sprout had to emphasize this matter.

"Can we take some toadstools with us?"

"Will the mandrakes come after us and bite us?"

The Gryffindors below were laughing and joking. Ever since they defended the House Cup, the little wizards in the Lion House had been very arrogant even in Potions class. Then Snape caught a few examples and punished them to collect them. The toad's saliva began to subside a little later.

"Some toadstools are poisonous. If you don't want to spend your summer vacation at St. Mungo's, it's best not to take off your gloves and touch them. Whoever dares to provoke Mandrake again, I will dig a hole and bury him in Mandrake. Next to the grass!"

Professor Sprout laughed angrily: "Now start working!"

The little wizards dispersed in a swarm, wearing gardening gloves and carrying buckets of toadstools, and their gardening boots made a pitter-patter sound on the muddy floor of the greenhouse.

Loren shook the girl's shoulders, her long brown hair swayed with his hand, and he could smell the girl's unique fragrance.

"Come on, do you really plan on having mandrake on your vacation?"

"I'm just not willing to give in." Hermione said gloomily.

"It's just practice anyway. You can put anything in your mouth. I'll make you a light bulb candy when you get home. You can keep it in your mouth as long as you want." Loren muttered, pushing Hermione around the greenhouse.

"What is a lightbulb candy?"

……

Summer came quietly to the grounds around the castle. The sky, like the lake, turned into a light blue with purple light, and flowers as big as cabbage bloomed in the greenhouse.

Harry saw a very special toadstool under the poisonous tentacle climbing frame. There were black lines on its canopy, and there were two dark mold spots on the fungus stick.

"Black hair and black eyes." Harry smiled blankly, "You are just like Cho Chang from Ravenclaw."

"Loren also has black hair and eyes!" Ron slapped a spiky crimson plant nearby, causing it to retract its tentacles that quietly reached towards Harry's shoulders. "Be careful of the poisonous tentacles, they are You’ve already grown fangs, so you won’t have to take the final exam if you’re dragged into the climbing frame.”

The poisonous tentacles retracted. Ron recalled the scene just now and shook his head in disgust: "Harry, you smile like a dark wizard who cursed that girl. It's so disgusting!"

Harry's face turned red, and he hurriedly pulled out the toadstools and threw them into the bucket.

Ron narrowed his eyes and stared at him for a while: "You don't really like her, do you?"

"I, I..." Harry muttered twice, "I don't know, I always think of her."

"Hey man! Now is not the time for romance, the most important thing is final exams!"

……

Perhaps because he was frightened by the poisonous tentacles during the day, Harry had a vague nightmare at night.

Many people were crowded into a dark and deep room, their eyes glowed with a faint green light, and their clothes were all in tatters.The one standing at the front seemed to be their leader. His clothes were in the best condition, with only four or five patches on them.

"The next International Federation of Wizards Congress will be held soon. Sooner or later, the British Ministry of Magic's Anti-Werewolf Bill will become the International Federation of Wizards Anti-Werewolf Bill. Only by supporting me can I bring you dignity and freedom..."

From the armchair hidden in the darkness, a cold, hoarse voice came out, and no one could see the speaker's face clearly.

The werewolves in the room remained silent. They stared silently at Wormtail next to them. The gazes of many werewolves almost scared Wormtail to the ground.

The leader with patched clothes walked up, without even looking at Wormtail, and said to the darkness behind him: "The life of being on the run makes us cautious, Dark Lord, we can't join you, but we can make some deals with you. .”

"Deal? The premise of the transaction is that you have the ability to pay the price. You are just a group of greyhounds driven around by MACUSA. What can you trade with me?"

The cold voice was full of disdain and sarcasm.

The werewolf group began to become restless, but they remained silent and handed all power to the leader.Facing the angry gazes of many werewolves, Wormtail's body began to tremble uncontrollably.

The leader was silent for a moment, and finally left with many werewolves without agreeing to the other side's conditions.

Wormtail's relaxed breathing sounded in the room, and he asked in a high-pitched voice: "Lord, Master, why do we want to win over these lowly werewolves? I mean, they have no role in this distant country."

"Think long term Wormtail. You will be returning to Hogwarts in a few months. I need some other servants."

Wormtail showed a horrified look: "No, please, Master..."

Harry's eyelids blinked a few times and he slowly opened his eyes. His head was groggy. He went to bed very early last night, but now he seemed exhausted after not sleeping all night.

Outside the window, some golden light shone through the distant clouds, and the sun began to rise.

"Amado, Animo, Animado, Animagus."

He heard Neville's voice whispering a curse, his tone sincere and meticulous.

This is the ritual process of the Animagus. Starting from the day when the secret medicine was buried, every sunrise and sunset, Neville would point his wand at his heart and recite the incantation.

"What a tiring ritual..." Harry thought, falling back into bed and planning to sleep a little longer.

Even if Voldemort jumped out of his dream the next moment, he would still have to sleep for a few more minutes...

Transfiguration Classroom.

This classroom is as quaint as other classrooms in Hogwarts Castle. The walls are made of heavy stones. The candlesticks on both sides emit bright light. The high hanging ceiling often makes people feel insignificant. .

During class, there were a few ghosts staying at the back of the classroom. They were bending over their desks, flipping through ghost books, and occasionally talking to the students in the back row.

When Professor McGonagall looked over, the naughty ghost would put his hand on the dozing little wizard's neck. The cold air stung the person, and then Professor McGonagall deducted points and punished him for copying.

Loren and Hermione sat in the middle front row on the right side, close to the window, lazily holding their chins and looking out the window from time to time.

From here, you can see Hagrid striding past the black lake. He is holding a handful of centipede-shaped yellow flowers in his hand and teasing Fang who is spinning around his feet.

<divclass="contentadv">Professor McGonagall stood on the stage and sorted out the teaching content for this semester. The simplified second-year transfiguration knowledge was a bit boring to Loren, and he couldn't cheer up.When he wanted to close his eyes and doze off, Hermione would give him a hard squeeze on his waist, which was more refreshing than Baffy's Awakening Potion.

Loren, who was bored, noticed Harry in the front row. He looked sleepier than himself. His shoulders were slumped listlessly, and his head occasionally dropped. After waking up, he quickly straightened his posture, causing Professor McGonagall to repeatedly Look here.

Loren found it interesting that although Harry would be distracted in class and often giggled blankly recently, it was not like this.

"Jingle Bell……"

The school bell rang.

Professor McGonagall closed the book and said to them: "The content of the final exam is the content just sorted out. The exam time has been determined to be held on June [-]st. Everyone go down and review carefully. If you don't understand anything, you can talk to your classmates. You can also Come to the office and ask me. Those who have room for learning can also review the elective part."

The little wizards in the audience quickly checked their notes to make sure they had memorized all the key points of the review.

Harry suddenly became energetic and quickly stuffed his books and notebooks into his bag. He turned to the three of them and said, "Let's go to the empty classroom next to them. I have something to tell you."

Loren, Hermione and Ron blinked and followed.

A few minutes later, in the corner of the abandoned classroom.

Ron exclaimed in disbelief: "Voldemort!? You dreamed about him again!"

Harry nodded, his eyebrows drooped, and he looked uninspired: "I dreamed that Voldemort was recruiting many werewolves. They seemed to be planning some big move. They also said that Wormtail would go back to school next semester."

Ron clenched his fists and said through gritted teeth: "Go back to school, is Voldemort planning to send him back to surrender? Then I must teach him a lesson!"

"The Anti-Werewolf Act will be promoted internationally...the International Federation of Wizards..." Hermione said seriously, "We have to tell Principal Dumbledore the news!"

"I think so too. I'll go find him later." Harry nodded.

Loren thought about the information revealed in the dream. It seemed that Voldemort was recruiting forces to plan a counterattack after his resurrection.He vaguely remembered that Voldemort finally organized multiple armies of dark creatures, including werewolves, giants, acromantula... they were all cannon fodder.

No matter what, this is what Old Deng should worry about.

Loren frowned and looked at him: "Harry, is your Occlumency still not progressing?"

Harry fell silent and shook his head.

Ron knew why he was in trouble and advised him in a weak tone: "Otherwise, go find that old bat. Snape is still quite capable. It's not a good thing if your brain is connected to Voldemort's brain... "

"I think Professor Snape's teachings -" Loren pondered for a moment, "compared with the threat of Voldemort, at least it will not be life-threatening."

Hermione pushed his shoulder: "Do you want to listen to what you are saying?"

"To be honest, even if I think Professor Snape is pretty good, I must admit that his teaching methods are not gentle enough."

……

Several people were chattering all the way into the principal's office. When they opened the door and entered, the white-bearded old principal was reading the Daily Prophet's report on Damocles Belby.

"From your account, they seem to be American werewolves..." Dumbledore murmured softly, sitting on a chair and lost in thought.

After a while, Dumbledore came back to his senses and nodded slowly: "I will handle this matter, Harry. The most important thing now is that you must master Occlumency as soon as possible."

"Headmaster..." Harry opened his mouth, his eyes changing light and dark.

He had a secret thought that he didn't dare to say: if they could often see what Voldemort was doing, wouldn't they be able to deal with Voldemort better... Looking at it this way, there was a passage to Voldemort's brain in his mind. , doesn’t seem to be a bad thing.

His thoughts were almost written on his face, and Loren could read them without Legilimency. He said quietly: "Think about it, if Voldemort dreamed that you missed Cho Chang——"

"no no!"

Harry screamed in panic before he could finish listening. What kind of horror story was this? It was even scarier than the Howling Banshee.

Hermione couldn't hold back her laughter and rested her forehead on Loren's shoulder. Her body was shaking, which made Loren feel a little tickled.

Ron's whole face was filled with a playful look, which made Harry want to get under the table immediately.

Dumbledore stroked his beard and pondered for a moment, then raised his head and said seriously: "Harry, I must advise you——"

Fortunately, the headmaster is a serious person... Harry breathed a sigh of relief and looked forward to Dumbledore bringing the topic back on track.

"Smart girls are not easy to chase, Qiu Zhang? I remember she is a Ravenclaw girl, right?"

"Headmaster!" Harry shouted angrily.

"Hahahaha!" Dumbledore laughed happily and stopped teasing him. "As Loren said, Voldemort may also spy on the contents of your mind, so I can't tell you what I am going to do, at least for now. cannot.

Just concentrate on preparing for the final exam. At least I can still move my old bones now and won't let you kids deal with the Dark Lord. "

The old principal's words made them feel at ease a lot.

Loren didn't think much about it. Just as the principal said, it was never their turn to face Voldemort.

After Hermione hesitated for a while, she finally asked the question in her heart: "Headmaster, will the Anti-Werewolf Act really be promoted? Will it become the International Federation of Wizards Anti-Werewolf Act?"

"I don't think so." Dumbledore's smile faded. He looked into the little witch's eyes seriously as if he were an equal adult.

"Hermione, maybe the Easter trial made you think that the Ministry of Magic is not a qualified government, but I must say that the International Federation of Wizards was established for a better and more peaceful wizarding world, Pierre President Bonacud protects the rights of the trolls, and President Elfrieda Cragg invites the marten to attend the council.

The International Federation of Wizards only makes jokes because of its looseness, and has never actively excluded a certain type of creature.At least I, the president of the International Federation of Wizards, will not agree to promote the "Anti-Werewolf Act" even if they want to remove me from the committee. "

Dumbledore winked at them: "After all, I have werewolf friends too."

They didn't need to worry about the matter for the time being. The four Lorens chatted with Dumbledore for a while, and then said goodbye after drinking the black tea in the cup.

When they walked out of the door of the principal's office, Dumbledore suddenly shouted outside: "Loren, can you accompany me to St. Mungo's after the holidays? That matter has been settled."

Loren waved his hand without looking back: "Got it."