days at Hogwarts

September 9th, the weather is clear and cool in autumn.

Today is a little witch's birthday. They have not been locked up in the Room of Requirement. The weather has turned cold. If they don't take the time to walk around outdoors more, a cold wind will blow soon, and they will have to stay under the protection of the fireplace.

He didn't bother Hagrid as the atmosphere in the Forbidden Forest Hut wasn't right for him as he was preparing to send Aragog off for the last time.

The two of them didn't plan to go to Hogsmeade secretly. They had been there many times, and Thursday was almost full of classes. They only had free time in the afternoon, so they might as well go out for a walk.

Hermione has changed into the magic robe for the autumn and winter season. It is said that wool was mixed into the robe during the weaving process, so it feels thicker. She wears a light gray close-fitting sweater inside, matched with a Gryffindor red and gold tie and a pair of khaki boots, which gives her a unique and vivid beauty.

Loren couldn't help but glance at her neck.

She is slender, fair, and has skin as white as cream. She looks bright and beautiful in the slightly gloomy autumn.

Anyway, I just want to suck it.

Hermione felt that his gaze was somewhat dangerous. After a moment's hesitation, she decided to change the subject: "Why did Professor Snape sign the Half-Blood Prince on the textbook?"

"His mother's name is Irene Prince, she is a witch, and Professor Snape inherited her talent and magic. For family reasons, he prefers to acknowledge his mother's bloodline, so he calls himself the Half-Blood Prince."

Loren spoke a little cryptically. He didn't want to criticize the professor's father. In that era, mixed-race families basically had no good results. From many clues, it can be seen that Tobias Snape may be involved in domestic violence.

"You didn't think highly of the resurrection potion before, but what about now? Professor Snape got up and experienced resurrection from the dead, and has a personal experience of death. Can he revive Harry's mother?"

Loren thought for a few seconds, nodded, and then shook his head.

"What do you mean?"

"Have you seen the professor's notes in the textbook? He was able to improve the content of the textbook when he was a student. He is very talented in the field of potions. It is not impossible for him to invent a potion to bring back the dead..." Loren kicked a stone under his feet, "But resurrection cannot only look at the ideas of the living, but also the deceased. Some wizards have a kind of inexplicable belief, such as facing death calmly, death is another great adventure, and they are unwilling to disrupt the order of life and death... At that time, under such urgent conditions, they did not turn into ghosts to accompany Harry. After so many years, who knows the thoughts of the deceased?"

Hermione nodded thoughtfully and continued to ask, "Why did Professor Snape give the Horcrux to Harry?"

"It should be part of the resurrection ceremony. The soul of the dead needs guidance to return to the earth, and the shaping of the body needs marking. Voldemort used his father's bones, the flesh of his servants and the blood of his enemies. The professor may use his son or something..."

"What about the other marks?"

"I am not sure as well……"

"How's Harry doing?"

"The mail-order textbooks arrived a long time ago. I flipped through a few pages and threw them in the cabinet."

"Sounds like it's going well."

"Who knows... I made a mistake when I was young, I chose a fork in the road, and then all the roads I took were wrong. In the end I realized that it was irreversible, but I still wanted to make up for it..."

Loren sighed, took her hand, kneaded it a few times, interlocked his fingers and held it tightly. It felt soft and his palms were warm. This posture gave people a sense of security.

Hermione turned her head to look at him, her eyes slightly shining, and at the same time, she clasped his hand with a little force and shook it gently.

They cannot empathize with the experiences of those distant times, nor can they say who they should pity or sympathize with. They can only cherish the present time and the people in front of them.

"Shall we go behind the rock over there? No one can see us there..."

"..."

Hermione was pulled into a secret place with an expressionless face. She felt nothing in her heart and even wanted to go back to the library to do her arithmetic divination homework.

"Well……"

I can't go to the library anymore.

I have to go back to the dormitory and change into a turtleneck sweater.

……

Ron was both happy and distressed.

The Quidditch tryouts are about to begin, with so many people signing up. As a fair and just team captain, how should he make the decision?

When Wood was in office, he helped to come up with ideas.

When Angelina was in office, I helped her with ideas.

Why doesn't anyone help him think of a solution?

No one is available.

Angelina Johnson, Alia Spinnett, George and Fred, four starting players graduated at the same time, and the team collapsed instantly. The former captain did keep a few substitutes, but their skills still needed to be honed, and their tacit understanding also needed to be re-cultivated and run-in.

"Demelza Robbins, Jimmy Peakes, Mitch Gutter..."

There are now two vacancies for Chasers and two for Beaters. There is no doubt that the legendary goalkeeper himself will stay, and Chaser Katie Bell will definitely stay as a senior player.

"As for Harry the Seeker..."

Ron secretly glanced at his roommate on the bed next to him. He was studying the damaged old textbook of Half-Blood Prince. The scribbled handwriting had been corrected countless times and it gave him a headache just by looking at it. And he was actually studying so closely.

"No wonder you wear glasses..."

Just when Ron decided to let him continue to start, he caught a glimpse of Harry on the bed next to him suddenly pointing his wand at him. Without any spell, a strong light burst out from the tip of the wand.

"Ahhhhh!!"

"I'm sorry, I'll put you down right now!"

"..."

As soon as Loren came in, he saw Ron riding on Harry and beating him, muttering something, "You are the only one who can cast spells silently, right?" "I'll make you hang upside down." "I'll make you fall to the ground." His fists landed on the quilt. It was a complete scene of school bullying, extremely brutal.

Seamus laughed out loud, an accomplice of the bully.

Neville sat quietly at the head of the bed holding Today's Transfiguration, just a silent spectator.

Loren also sat down and watched the show seriously and with great interest, occasionally shouting out his support, becoming an accomplice who joined in midway.

"How did they start fighting?"

"Harry found a new spell in an old textbook... and that's what happened."

As soon as he finished speaking, the sound of the doorknob turning was heard, and everyone in the dormitory looked towards the door.

Dean from the next dormitory pushed the door open, his excited expression still lingering on his face. He looked at Ron's raised fist on the four-poster bed and was silent for a moment: "I met Headmaster Dumbledore when I went upstairs. He asked me to bring a note to Harry. You guys continue..."

Dean handed the note to Loren and closed the door for them.

There was a click.

The note was not covered, and Loren saw it at a glance.

"Dear Harry,

Please how are things going with you, Saturday is a good time, please come to my office at 8pm, I have some clues worth sharing.

Hope you have a great first week of school.

Yours faithfully, Albus Dumbledore