days at Hogwarts

The free-range hens scattered around the yard, pecking at the soil with their sharp beaks, and earthworms and grasshoppers fled everywhere. The piglets quietly slipped into the chicken coop and ate the bran in their troughs. The goblins huddled behind the grass, tiptoeing to avoid the pursuit of these birds of prey.

Harry approached quietly, struck out quickly, grabbed one of its feet, twisted his wrist and shook it violently to knock it unconscious, followed by a backward throw, throwing the poor goblin straight out of sight.

Loren leaned against the eaves and told him, "I won't have to go to the Black mansion again. Moody has already brought the other two-horned beast horn over. Wait for him to embed the horn in the bottom of the fireplace in the old mansion, and then inject some magic power to activate it. The spatial connection will be stable... Do you understand the usage?"

"clear."

“Don’t move it randomly after it’s fixed.”

"Ok."

"Check the Floo powder in the dragon's gill sac regularly. If it runs out, remember to refill it."

"understood."

"Do you have any other questions?"

"..."

Harry scratched his head, looking away from the goblin, and couldn't help asking, "The Ministry of Magic and the Order of the Phoenix prepared three sets of materials, and you succeeded with only one. The remaining two..."

"The remaining two are of course my reward."

Loren answered confidently, turned around, patted his sleeves and walked into the house. The boys were throwing gnomes in the garden, Ginny was chatting with Hermione in the corner, Mrs. Weasley was preparing today's lunch, and the rich aroma of stew filled the whole house.

Molly tapped the slender knife with her magic wand, and the freshly-baked bread automatically came up and cut itself into slices of appropriate thickness, which fell into a wooden basket lined with oil paper. The kitchen utensils and dishes in the kitchen were like well-trained soldiers, and she was the commander.

Glancing at the kitchen and confirming that he couldn't help, Loren moved a stool to sit in the corner and said to Hermione beside him, "Mrs. Weasley dried the mushrooms she used for the stew herself. Let's take some with us when we leave for our family to try."

"Okay, got it." Hermione felt amused and helpless. She was already thinking about packing up the food before she even started eating.

Ginny nodded heavily: "You're welcome Hermione, bring more, no one in our family likes to eat this, oh, except Fleur..."

Hermione immediately became interested: "How are Bill and Fleur getting on?"

"They are progressing very well, and are in a sweet and sweet relationship! Fleur found a job at Gringotts and lives in our house. She goes to work with Bill, works together, and goes home together..." Ginny glanced at the kitchen secretly, "It's just that my mother and Fleur are not progressing very well. She doesn't like this witch with a strange accent and a squeamish way of doing things."

"There won't be any conflicts, will there?"

"Not really. As you know, a lot of things have happened recently. Mom and Furong have been very busy recently. Bill and his family usually don't go home at noon..."

Before she finished her words, there was a brisk knock on the door. Ginny gave the two of them a look and ran to open the door. Loren and Hermione were sitting in their original seats, and she could faintly hear their conversation.

"It's us, Bill and Fleur."

"A dark wizard would say the same thing."

"Then ask questions."

"Who of you confessed first?"

"Uh... change the question."

"When was the first time you kissed?"

"..." Bill was silent for a moment, "Change the question."

"Did you stick your tongue out?"

"..." Bill was silent for a longer time this time, "Let...let someone else ask the questions."

Ginny criticized relentlessly, "You always refuse to answer, how can I know whether you are real or fake?"

"Then change the question."

"How many times did you kiss in the backyard last night?"

"Seven times!" A female voice with a strange accent but a very pleasant voice answered, "Can we go in, Ginny?"

"Seven times? That's two more than I saw..." Ginny opened the door and made way for the two men to come in, and received a slap on the head from her brother.

Bill and Fleur returned just before the meal was served. Their appearances had hardly changed. Bill was tall and thin with a handsome face, while Fleur was tall and slender with a waterfall of silver hair.

The two of them greeted Loren and Hermione politely, and sat around the dining table chatting about the fireplace renovation that had taken place that morning. Loren briefly explained the properties and applications of some magical materials. It wasn't that he wanted to conceal the alchemy array and magic patterns, but mainly because they wouldn't understand even if he explained them.

Beauxbatons' alchemy subject was very strong, but Fleur did not spend too much energy on this subject. She and Hermione got together and talked about other topics.

"Gabrielle misses you guys so much. She was planning to come over to play during the summer vacation, but the situation here is not good..."

"After attending the wedding of Mr. and Mrs. Black, I was so excited. If those things hadn't happened, Bill and I might have had a wedding too..."

"Mrs. Weasley, I think she's very nice..." Fleur glanced at the kitchen quietly and lowered her voice, "It's just that the cooking here is too simple. I miss French food more."

"..."

The time for chatting passed quickly. Seeing Molly carrying the soup pot out, Bill hurried over to help carry the dishes. Furong quickly sat down and deliberately made a serious expression and looked at Loren:

"By the way, Loren, Ms. Maxime asked me to convey some information to you."

"Madame Maxime?" Hermione repeated, somewhat confused.

"Yes." Fleur nodded. "Madame Maxime asked me to tell you that the French government has been secretly investigating Beauxbatons recently and seems to be preparing some secret plan."

Loren was a little surprised: "Investigate Beauxbatons? The French Ministry of Magic?"

"No, it's not the wizarding government, it's the Muggle government..." Facing everyone's surprised gazes, Fleur began to describe the information in detail.

The French Ministry of Magic was established in the late 18th century, and it was not until the 19th century that it was barely put on track with the help of the International Confederation of Wizards and Nicolas Flamel. Compared with the wizarding regimes with a long history in other countries, their laws and systems seem a bit backward, and their international influence is pitifully low. There are many wizards, but their influence is not as great as that of Bulgaria. At least they have Quidditch.

The last time the French Ministry of Magic became famous was at the International Confederation of Wizards Convention in New York, where they took the lead in standing up for werewolves and made a name for themselves in the rights of non-human magical creatures.

The last time it became famous was 70 years ago, when Paris was almost burned down by Grindelwald...

The French Ministry of Magic strictly abides by the Statute of Secrecy and has almost no contact with Muggles. For a long time, the Muggle government was unaware of their existence.

It was not until recent months that the Muggle government seemed to have learned about the existence of wizards from other channels and began to conduct extremely secret intelligence investigations on the Pyrenees Mountains where Beauxbatons is located and Montmorency Street where the French Ministry of Magic is located.

Fortunately, wizards' magic was unreasonable, and under the continuous alarms of the looking glass, the wizards quickly captured several Muggle investigators and began to interrogate them.

It’s just that Muggles’ intelligence work is centuries ahead of wizards, and superiors and subordinates communicate entirely through emails, with almost no real-life contact, so the clues are cut off when it comes to the investigators.

"Who on earth delivered the message..." Hermione muttered softly.

Although it is not clear who leaked the information, judging by his behavior, as long as it is not Voldemort, it will be fine. Given his temper, a certain noseless, snake-faced person would not go to such trouble to contact Muggles...

Lauren silently distributed tableware for Mrs. Weasley.

"Ugh……"

Molly filled the glasses with juice one by one, and gave Ginny a look, indicating that she should call Harry back for dinner, muttering to herself, "First, the You-Know-Who made everyone panic, and then someone deliberately violated the Statute of Secrecy. The world is getting weirder and weirder...

"There are people everywhere selling weird stuff that they claim will protect you from You-Know-Who and the Death Eaters. Can you imagine a potion that's actually just broth with a little bit of Babo tuber pus and instructions for how to do defensive spells that will actually make your ears fall off?

"Well, generally speaking, those who do these bad things are people like Mundungus Fletcher. They have never worked a good day in their lives, and now they take advantage of people's fear to rob them..."

Bill shrugged. "Sometimes there are truly vicious incidents. Didn't Dad seize a box of Dark Magic Sneak Glasses in Knockturn Alley? It was almost certain that they were placed there by some Dark wizards. There was also the Curse Cabinet that was almost sold to Muggles, and the enchanted toilet seat..."

"Thank you..." Hermione took the jam from Molly and sighed softly, "I have a feeling that one day wizards and Muggles will be able to be honest with each other... The Internet and telephones transmit messages so quickly that they can cross the ocean in a few seconds. Even the memory cancellation team cannot erase all traces."

"Let's not talk about this anymore. School is about to start. Let's talk about your plans for the next school year. Have you decided which advanced classes to take?" Molly had a certain piety towards food. If possible, she was reluctant to talk about topics that would ruin her appetite at the dinner table.

"It's not decided yet," Hermione replied.

"Don't be anxious, take your time, and think clearly..."

Harry and Ron exchanged glances and secretly looked at the unfair parent. It was obviously a similar answer. They were scolded last night.

Noticing the two people's impolite looks, Molly glared at them. Other people's transcripts were all excellent and they could choose any advanced class. But you can eliminate half of the subjects based on your grades alone. How can it be the same?

After eating and drinking their fill and packing up some Weasley specialties, Loren and Hermione said goodbye to Mrs. Weasley.

Since there was no homework during the fifth grade summer vacation, Harry and Ron didn't try to keep them.

The group agreed to meet at King's Cross Station.

After a walk in the Devon countryside, it was already evening when we returned to Hampstead.

The late summer evening breeze blew in our faces, feeling cool. The tree-lined path seemed quiet and empty. The two people walked slowly, and their shadows were stretched out.

"Why did Ms. Maxime ask Fleur to pass this message to us? There has been no progress in the investigation. We don't know who violated the Statute of Secrecy, we don't know their purpose, we don't know anything..." Hermione pouted and muttered softly.

"It should be because of Mr. Nicolas Flamel's face, and..." Loren paused for a moment, thinking and said, "Perhaps it's not that the investigation has not made any progress, but she is restricted by the constraints of the French Ministry of Magic and cannot reveal more information."

"Let's ask Headmaster Dumbledore when school starts. He should have more detailed information."

"It can only be this way."

……

"Hehe..."

Late at night, after a busy day, Loren finished washing up, yawned and returned to the bedroom. He lazily lay down on the bed, closed his eyes and was about to fall asleep.

The pendant on his chest suddenly emitted a low-frequency vibration, and Loren fumbled to take out the copper Knut.

Draco: "Professor Snape is preparing to hold the resurrection ceremony!"

……

London, 10 Downing Street.

In the personal room of the Prime Minister's office, the Prime Minister, wearing a charcoal gray suit, stood upright in front of the wall with portrait paintings, carefully observing a portrait of an ugly man in the corner.

The portrait had its head lowered, its eyelids loosely closed, and its breathing even.

The Prime Minister moved his eyes and looked at the clock on the other wall. It was almost midnight.

The pointer rotated at a constant speed, and the slight sound of the gears made him sleepy, but he was not sleepy at all. His mind was full of thoughts, excitement, fear, pride...

Do the leaders of those regimes in history books suffer from insomnia on the eve of major historical events?

The queen probably had a similar experience...

"The time is almost up."

The Prime Minister glanced at the portrait on the wall and quietly left the office, keeping his facial expression calm. He nodded to his colleagues calmly. There were not many assistants left outside, but there were quite a few. The wizard Herbert Jorley was one of them.

He caught a glimpse of a workstation in the corner and a smug smile appeared on his lips.

This assistant minister holds a higher rank than Kingsley Shacklebolt, is less defensive, and is not so stubborn, so it is relatively easy to deal with him. It just so happens that he is on duty today.

At this moment, Herbert Jole was still drunk and unconscious, lying on the table defenselessly, like a normal worker taking a lazy nap.

Just as Minister Scrimgeour said, wizards are not invulnerable. Sharp blades can hurt their flesh, heavy blows can break their bones. Similarly, alcohol can paralyze their brains and make them unconscious.

The Prime Minister came to the end of the other side of the corridor and pushed the door open. The furnishings of this temporary office were exactly the same as his room, except that there were no ugly painted walls and no magical portraits that could convey messages to another world at any time.

The Prime Minister came to his desk and sat down, flipping through the documents in front of him. On them were information about the missile company that had just been established, including equity, funds, technology...

He couldn't understand these complicated and cumbersome parameters. The more he tried to concentrate on reading the numbers and words on the documents in front of him, the more confused he felt. The Prime Minister rubbed his brows, closed the documents, and closed his eyes to rest.

He was waiting for a call from the president of a distant country.

Muggles, that's what they call us, right?

He still prefers the name of human.

Humans will not sit still and wait for death.