days at Hogwarts

Chapter 282 Let’s go to class

Hogwarts' roasted chicken shanks are famous among young wizards. The sauce is rich in aroma, relieves greasiness and adds fragrance, and is full of juice. It is roasted with young tender chicken and is just the right size for one bite.

Seeing Ron chewing on the chicken legs one bite at a time, Neville sighed indifferently.

Ron raised his head in confusion and looked around.

There's nothing wrong with me.

That means something is wrong with you, Neville.

Ron pulled the chicken leg out of his mouth and soothed his sore gums: "Why don't you eat it? Are you planning to lose weight?"

Are you also acting this stupidly when eating chicken legs?

Neville looked away silently: "No, not losing weight. I have something to say to Loren, but I just don't know how to say it."

When Seamus heard what he said, he turned around and looked at him in disbelief: "Do you like Loren and want to confess to him?"

Ron was so shocked that the chicken legs fell into the plate. He didn't care about his sore gums and opened his mouth to its maximum, almost dislocating his jaw.

Dean seriously advised: "Give up, Neville, you can't win against Hermione. That's how adolescent love is, it's normal to end without a problem."

"What nonsense are you talking about?" Neville resisted the urge to put the dinner plate in their faces: "I don't know how to thank Loren for curing my parents."

"oh oh!"

"Thank you!"

Seamus smiled and scratched his head: "My father said that third grade is a critical period of adolescence. During the holidays, he kept nagging me about relationship issues. When I heard your words, I couldn't help but think wrong. .”

Dean kept nodding: "I was led astray by him."

Ron then put down the drumstick in his hand and put his chin back to its original position: "No wonder my father was talking about the Longbottom Auror couple's reinstatement during the holidays, and my mother was still wondering why she suddenly recovered. Tell us quickly. What’s going on?”

Neville thought for a while, picked out some things he could say and told them to a few friends.

"Congratulations, Neville, your parents are back." Harry's eyes were full of envy.

"Yeah yeah!"

"Congratulations!"

Neville smiled shyly.

"So Principal Dumbledore and Loren left directly after completing the treatment?" Ron said, holding up his fork, "He didn't treat your parents for repayment, so you can just say thank you."

Neville said nothing, shaking his head firmly and slowly.

He stood up in silence, walked a few places and came to behind Loren, reached out and patted his shoulder.

"?"

Loren turned his head and looked at him doubtfully. His cheeks were bulging with chicken legs, indicating that he was not in a position to speak now.

Neville's lips tightened into a straight line. After hesitating for a long time, he still didn't know how to speak, and his face turned red.

No, buddy, there's something wrong with your expression.

"Stop, stop!"

Loren forcibly pulled out the chicken bones and swallowed the chicken leg meat without much chewing, feeling a little choked.Of course he knew why Neville had such an expression, "You're welcome. If you really feel that you can't handle it, just give me a gold luxury gift bag from Honeydukes Candy Store."

"Huh?" Neville was stunned for a moment.

"No, I'm usually reluctant to buy the gold luxury gift pack, which is one galleons. If you give me one, consider it as a token of gratitude. If you still can't accept it, I'll give you one every Christmas in the future."

"..."

Neville came here confused, but returned even more confused.He silently made up his mind to give it away at Easter, Loren's birthday, Halloween, Christmas... in short, whenever he had the chance.

……

After the banquet, the young wizards exited the auditorium in an orderly manner, and the prefects of each college led the way for the freshmen of their own colleges.

The team of old students is loose and casual, and occasionally there are disobedient people running back and forth in the team. In contrast, the freshmen are playing well-behaved, and their eyes are shining brightly when they look around.

Ron looked at the freshmen lined up neatly in two rows, shook his head and sighed: "I can't believe that we are already third-year students. When I close my eyes now, I can still think of the way we looked terrified in front of the sorting house two years ago. .”

Neville was also deeply impressed by the situation at that time, and glanced at him lightly: "Yes, you were the one spreading the horror stories about George and Fred, which scared us all."

Hearing their conversation, Loren turned his head and whispered in Hermione's ear: "I remember someone was so scared that he kept reciting the "Standard Spell"."

Hermione pushed him and the corners of her mouth curved.

When they reached the stairs, the marching team suddenly stopped, and turbulent chatter continued to be heard from the Slytherin crowd in front.

There is fun to watch!

Seamo's eyes lit up, and without any hesitation, he squeezed forward with an enthusiastic smile on his face.

Five minutes later, he came back with a disappointed look on his face.

"What's going on? What's going on? Did the Slytherins fight with each other?" Ron hurriedly stepped forward and asked.

"There's nothing interesting to see." Seamus curled his lips, as if regretting that he didn't take in the excitement, "A new student in Slytherin fell down and blocked the road a little."

"Did it fall badly?" Hermione asked curiously.

"It's not serious, but the name of the person who fell is Astoria Greengrass."

Hermione became even more curious: "What do you mean?"

"I know!" Ron took over, "Greengrass is one of the 28 pure-blood families. Their family inherits a curse carried by the blood, which makes people physically weak. The Greengrass family fell down It will take a while to recover."

"It's a blood curse again." Hermione remembered Professor Babling's experience and couldn't help but ask, "Are blood curses common in pure-blood families?"

Loren also turned his attention to Ron, wanting to hear his answer.

"Blood curse is a very evil black magic. How can it be so common?" Ron looked at the two of them doubtfully, "You said "again", do you also know what blood curse is?" "

"No, no, I've seen it in the book." Hermione mumbled, remembering Professor Barbling's advice.

Loren pondered for a moment, and he had another opinion on this: "Her symptoms sound like hypoglycemia. It is normal for pure-blood families to intermarry with incest and give birth to children who are weak. Greengrass may have inherited a pathological condition." Genetically, it’s pretty good to have no deformities or other genetic diseases.”

Her parents both graduated from medical school, and Hermione, whose family is well-educated, immediately opened her eyes. This idea seemed to make sense!

<divclass="contentadv">"Gene?" Percy turned his head when he heard the word, with an expression of interest on his face, "I heard this in Muggle Studies class, can you explain it in detail?"

"Well..." Hermione frowned, trying to recall her knowledge of genetics, "Due to consanguineous marriages, couples have more similar genes, and it is easy to pass on recessive harmful genes that are not conducive to the survival of offspring, so it will Children with poor quality are at risk of heart disease, mental retardation, congenital deafness, and blindness. In addition, they are prone to polygenic genetic diseases such as mental illness and epilepsy."

At this time, some of the surrounding young wizards from pure-blood families had pricked up their ears and secretly compared these symptoms with relatives in their own families.

Hufflepuff's Ernie Macmillan's breathing quickened and he said in a heavy tone: "I had an aunt whose son was born deaf."

The two companions beside him kept nodding: "We also have such relatives!"

"My grandma had six fingers."

"The youngest daughter of the Marcus family married her cousin. I heard that the child born is a fool."

Ignoring the garbled voices, Percy continued to ask, "What does mental illness look like?"

Hermione counted a list for him on her fingers: "Irritable, manic, violent, withdrawn..."

The young wizards of the pure-blood family were even more frightened. They felt that there were countless such wizards in the magic world.Everyone joined in the discussion one after another. The little wizard with a pure blood background talked about the symptoms, and the little wizard with a Muggle background talked about his knowledge of inbreeding genetic diseases. They kept talking about going back to the lounge.

After Loren washed up and went to bed, the rain outside not only didn't stop, but got heavier and heavier. The sound of the rain became louder and louder, gradually covering up everyone's breathing, Neville's snoring, and the distant sound of the wind.

But this kind of rain sound is not only not noisy, but also makes people feel an indescribable tranquility in their hearts, without thinking about anything.

Loren slowly, slowly closed her eyes...

After a tiring day of travel, the little wizards fell into a deep sleep, but the candlelight in the castle was not completely extinguished, and the few remaining office rooms were still dimly lit.

Remus Lupine was lying on the bed in the lounge in the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor's office, looking at the flickering candlelight on the candlestick above his head. His eyes were blank and unfocused. He seemed to be looking at the candlelight, and seemed to see something in the candlelight. Another scene.

He had been in this position for two hours, but he still couldn't fall asleep. He probably had enough sleep during the day.

There are still some sequelae of last night's transformation in his body, and there is a slight soreness in various muscles. This state may last for three to five days. Lu Ping only hopes that he will not delay his teaching.

The scene of the brief conversation with Snape after the banquet kept reappearing in his mind...

Arrogant posture, cold attitude, sarcastic words... Lu Ping felt that the reunion with this old classmate was as he expected.

But there was some inexplicable intuition in his heart that kept reminding him that Snape didn't seem to be exactly the same as before.

The windows were not closed tightly, letting in some fragmented cold air. The candlelight on the candlestick danced, and the goose-yellow firelight was stretched into various strange shapes, becoming blurry and out of focus.

Lupine had a long dream in a trance.

Dreamed that on the eve of his sixth birthday, Greyback broke into his house;

Dreamed that Dumbledore granted him admission;

Snape dreamed of the four of them bullying a teenager;

Dreaming about James and Lily's graves.

……

The next morning.

Loren opened her eyes and saw that the rain that had been falling all night had stopped.

Walking across the carpet with bare feet, I opened the windows that were filled with dew or rain, and the cool autumn breeze rushed into the house eagerly, circling around the walls, bringing fresh water vapor to the sleeping people.

Neville didn't react at all. Seamus, Harry and Ron hummed a few times and huddled under the quilt in unison.

After washing up and going downstairs, Hermione was already waiting on the sofa in the common room.

The girl was holding a copy of "Transfiguration Today" and was looking at it intently. Her unkempt hair covered half of her face. From the other half of her face, the girl's long eyelashes could be seen, blinking constantly. Her snow-white skin reflected the light of the paper. .Wearing a magic robe in the color of Gryffindor, she looks clean and elegant.

Loren hurriedly walked downstairs and sat down next to the girl, causing the sofa to bounce constantly under his pressure: "What class are you attending today?"

Hermione put down the book, her eyes stayed on his tie for a few seconds, and she frowned slightly: "Why don't you wear the tie I gave you?"

Loren grinned: "I won't use it daily, I plan to keep it."

Hermione didn't say anything, but the corners of her mouth curved a little happily: "You have to remember your own class schedule from now on, our elective courses are different."

It has been two years since he went to school at Hogwarts. Loren only read the class schedule during the first week of first grade, and spent the rest of the day following Hermione.

Hermione took out a fully arranged parchment timetable and pointed out the times of several elective classes to him: "The elective classes are concentrated on Mondays and Tuesdays, and these classes have time conflicts. But the class you want to take does not Clash, Arithmancy on Monday morning, Care of Magical Creatures two periods on Monday afternoon, four periods on Tuesday morning, and Divination in the afternoon.”

By the time she said the second sentence, Loren had already relaxed her mind.

"I got it." Loren hummed lazily: "You have to go anyway, so remember to call me when the time comes."

He didn't listen carefully at first glance. Hermione patted him gently and emphasized again: "I can't call you like before. I will use the time turner to teach. I can't let myself discover my whereabouts, Professor McGonagall." Said it would cause big trouble."

It took Loren some time to understand the logic behind the little witch's words.

The two of them usually stayed together, but Hermione was not necessarily the Hermione next to Loren when she was going to her next class. If she had to worry about reminding him, Hermione would be at greater risk of being discovered.

"Oh, oh!" Loren came back to her senses and suddenly became interested in her time turner. "Can you take me with you to travel through time, so you don't have to remind me?"

"No!" Hermione's cheeks bulged with anger, "I promised Professor McGonagall that the time turner must be used strictly in accordance with the regulations."

"Ok."

Loren sighed, "Then I have to look at the class schedule and go to class. There are no elective classes today on Thursday. When I take History of Magic later, you can help me copy a class schedule and remember to write down the classroom location."

"Be more lazy!" Hermione gritted her teeth and glared at him.

Loren didn't care and pulled the girl to get up and go to the auditorium for breakfast.

"The first lesson on the History of Magic in the new semester should be about the general outline of this school year. If there are no knowledge points, I will take the time to make a copy for you."

"Hermione you're the best!"

“Only elective courses!”

……

Just as Hermione had expected, Professor Binns, who was in the first class of the semester, held a tome and read the outline of the history of magic for third graders from the catalog.

The classroom was full of drowsies, and the little wizards had sweet dreams with reassuring smiles on their faces.

Hermione carefully filled out the courses in the form, turned her head and saw Loren, who was shaking his head in sleep at the same table, holding a quill and drawing a stroke on his lips.

In September 1993, they began their third year at Hogwarts.