days at Hogwarts

Chapter 36 September 9, Thursday (please comment)

In the Defense Against the Dark Arts class, the stench of Professor Quirrell lingered in the classroom, and the four of them, Loren Hermione and Harry Ron, sat in the last row.

"Why are you sitting here? I can't even hear what the professor is talking about?" Hermione tried to prick her ears, wanting to know the scope of application of the Monster Curse.

"To protect your nose." Loren held his head in one hand and tried to spin it with the quill in the other, but the weight of the quill was too uneven, and it would fall on the textbook after one or two turns.

Harry and Ron's eyes couldn't help being attracted by the spinning pen, and they became dizzy.

Harry cheered up: "The ones who come early can sit in the back. Seamus came late today, so there is only the front row left."

Several people looked towards Seamo, who was at the front.

Seamus was right next to the podium, and every time Quirrell waved his sleeves, a stench of fermented garlic would blow towards him along the wind.Seamus' face turned pale, and he kept lowering his head and covering his nose. Loren noticed Seamus's trembling shoulders and felt that he was about to faint.

Coincidentally, Quirrell waved his sleeve again, and Hermione clearly saw Seamus' throat shaking up and down, as if he was about to vomit.

Seeing Seamus like that, Hermione trembled in fright, and finally chose the sense of smell over knowledge and sense of smell, "Please help me take the back seat next time."

Can't hear from behind, and Hermione doesn't care about the content of the class anymore.Several people have been paying attention to the suffering Simo.

Poor Seamus finally persisted until the end of get out of class with the silent support of a group of people. When he stood up, his legs were shaking all the time. Dean helped Seamo to the restaurant.

Looking at the two people walking away from the classroom, Ron said sympathetically, "I bet, Seamus will definitely come an hour early for the Defense Against the Dark Arts class in the future."

Several people around nodded together.

……

It wasn't until the flying lesson in the afternoon that Seamus became happier.

After Mrs. Hooch gave some flying knowledge, her face became serious: "Last week, a very bad thing happened in the flying class. I hope everyone can learn from it. If someone makes trouble again this time, I will definitely let Dumbledore The principal will fire you!"

Afterwards is the free flight time. There is no final exam in the flight class. After everyone cheered, they started to play without pressure.

Neville was flying happily on the grass on his broom.No one was at the same height as him, and his feet could barely touch the slightly taller grass on the ground.

Loren has been able to take off and land proficiently, but he can't do anything else at all. He can only move slowly at a speed similar to a trot at a certain height and in one direction.

Although Ron was not as flexible as Harry, he was not bad. The two of them were back and forth in the air, fighting and laughing happily.

"Loren! Are you playing the snail in the air?" Ron passed Loren again, taunting him in a 360° spiral up and down, left and right, back and forth.

Loren is not annoyed either, he has already accepted the setting of himself as a novice broom driver: "Flying is not about trying to be fast, the flying is not standardized, and the relatives will cry."

After that, he talked to himself and said strange things about drinking and not driving, and drinking and not driving.

Ron couldn't understand, and flew away with Harry.

Hermione's situation is a little better than Loren's. The little witch has no talent in flying, but she likes this feeling, like a real witch.

Hermione flew over from behind Loren and slowed down to the same speed as Loren: "Flying is not an important subject, it doesn't matter if you are not good at it."

The little witch's face was flushed from exercise, and the sunlight reflected in her eyes, shining brightly.

"Do you like flying?"

"Well, I think it's like my imaginary wizard."

"And do you like Quidditch?"

"I don't like it very much, I don't understand it, and it feels a bit barbaric."

The brooms of the two were not close or far away, and they flew forward slowly at the same speed, chatting with each other. Loren felt that the sun, the wind and the fragrance of the grass were suitable for such a scene .

"Actually, when I first found out that I didn't have the talent for flying, I felt very sad. I couldn't get full marks in this course, and I couldn't be like Professor McGonagall."

"However, seeing you and Neville, I feel that I can also enjoy a little bit of flying." The little witch narrowed her eyes, feeling the wind blowing.

Loren looked sideways, and Hermione's hair kept fluttering with the wind: "You don't sound like you're praising me."

Hermione opened her eyes, the two looked at each other, and couldn't help laughing.

……

In the evening, the Gryffindor lounge.

Seamus leaned in front of Ron and Harry with a mournful face, "Smell me, do I still smell of garlic?"

Seamus was attacked by evil black magic in the Defense Against the Dark Arts class, and he was sluggish during lunch. After flying lessons in the afternoon, he hurried back to take a shower. He took a shower for several hours, and Neville brought dinner.

Harry sniffed it a little, but he could still smell the garlic, so he hurriedly moved away: "I think there is still."

Seamus, who was tortured all day, almost cried: "I have washed it three times."

Hermione looked up from a Ravenclaw classmate's Defense Against the Dark Arts class notes: "Why don't you try [Cleaning Up]?"

Ron nodded approvingly, and said loudly, "Yes, my mother always uses this spell too."

【Clean Up】As the best cleansing spell, it is welcomed by many housewives, but they haven't learned this spell yet in the first grade.

Simo thought it was a good idea, and planned to ask the senior seniors for help. He was a little hesitant about who to go to, and several people around him gave suggestions.

At this time, Loren returned to the lounge from the outside. He touched Hermione, leaned into her ear and said, "Hermione, come with me."

Hermione didn't know what was going on, so she nodded and followed Loren out of the lounge.

No one was paying attention, and Ron was still advising Seamus loudly: "Don't go to George and Fred, they will add the smell of shit on you..."

Loren took Hermione to the 8th floor, in front of the painting of the troll beating silly Barnabas.

The corridor was dark, Hermione lowered her voice unconsciously, and whispered, "Loren, what did you bring me here for?"

Loren didn't answer. Hermione watched him walking back and forth in front of the painting. She pulled Loren's sleeve and moved closer: "What are you doing? The curfew is imminent. Let's go back quickly."

"Okay!" Loren lowered his voice and looked up at the wall in front of him.

Only then did Hermione notice that a black door appeared on the wall at some point.

"Is this a new secret passage? Leading to..." Before Hermione could finish asking, Loren opened the door and pulled her in.

"Here!" Hermione opened her mouth in surprise, the sofa, TV, and the paintings on the walls were the same as her home.

There is also an avalanche strawberry cake with candles on the coffee table.

Hermione's eyes turned red. No one in the school knew about her birthday. Her parents who accompanied her in the past were not there. She didn't even think about her birthday this year.

I was a little disappointed when I got up this morning, but a friend helped her get a good seat, and the flight lesson was flying slowly, and I was very happy after a whole day.

I didn't expect that someone would remember her birthday, and such a scene was prepared.

It was the first time for an 11-year-old child to leave home for such a long time. Hermione suddenly thought of her parents, and tears fell like beads.

She stepped forward and hugged Loren, mumbling incessantly: "Thank you, thank you..."

The fresh breath of the girl penetrated into his nose. Loren was a little at a loss. Feeling the trembling girl in his arms, he comforted him: "Blow out the candles first!"

Only then did Hermione raise her head, her eyes opened wide, trying to take in all the scene in front of her.

After a while, Hermione looked at the room in amazement while eating the strawberry cake: "So it can reflect the scenes in our hearts according to our needs?!"

No one will not be moved by the magic of the Room of Requirement, which represents people's most essential yearning for magic—responsiveness.

"There are restrictions, food cannot be conjured, and some things are just appearances, just like this TV cannot be turned on."

"There is also a room where things are hidden. There are many precious manuscripts in it. I will take you to see it later..."

The two visited the hiding room, and Loren showed her Miranda Goshawk's manuscript.

"Her family environment doesn't look very good, she must be a strong witch," said Hermione.

Hermione was very curious about everything here, and she had some guesses about the Room of Requirement, and the two talked until late.

When I went back, the moonlight spilled on the corridor through the window, like a field of white flowers...

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