days at Hogwarts

Gryffindor Tower, boys' dormitory.

In the early morning, the thick dark clouds had dispersed, and the bright sunlight shone through the window. After being reflected by the snow, it was a little dazzling. Loren's eyes trembled a few times and then slowly opened.

Loren lay on his back on the soft pillow, and out of the corner of his eye he saw the Book of Abraham lying beside his pillow, its cover tightly closed. His consciousness gradually came back to him, and his memories of the starry sky last night became clearer and clearer than they were two years ago, as if he had actually traveled through the Milky Way and observed the blue planet with his own eyes.

Subconsciously comparing last night with the events of two years ago, Loren quickly noticed the changes in the magic power in his body. There was a significant increase, but not as strong as last time.

I stood up and looked around. Several of my roommates were still sleeping soundly, with very artistic sleeping postures.

After admiring the scene silently for half a minute, Loren finally gave up the idea of ​​taking a photo. He got up, washed, dressed, left the dormitory, and went downstairs to the common room to meet the little witch who had woken up early.

Hermione was sitting on the sofa, talking quietly to her roommate Parvati with her head tilted. Her skin looked white against the black magic robe, and her lower body was a pair of work pants with several pockets. The material was thick and wear-resistant, very suitable for doing physical work in the greenhouse. Just by looking at the pants, Loren knew that there was a herbology class today.

"Good morning, ladies."

Loren sat down next to Hermione and held her hand. "Isn't Prefect Patil always with Lavender? Why is he here today?"

"Because Lavender is always being affectionate with Ron without paying attention to others." Hermione glanced at him, "Parvati feels a little embarrassed."

Parvati nodded at him across Hermione: "I grew up in India. My family values ​​are relatively traditional and I cannot accept this way of dating."

"Don't take it too seriously. This is what happens when you're in the honeymoon period." Loren pinched her palm and found that the flesh on the back of her hand was thin and hard to the touch. He then began to move on, pinching her fingertips one by one and found that the flesh on the tip of her middle finger felt the best, soft and warm.

Hermione was silent for a moment, and inexplicably felt her face getting hot, so she quietly pulled out her right hand and turned to look at her roommate: "Come on, Parvati, let's go downstairs for breakfast."

"Ah."

"..."

Loren looked at the two people walking side by side and couldn't help but wonder whether he should find a way to squeeze Parvati out.

……

The Ghost Repertory Theatre performed several encores last night, and it was already very late when the banquet ended. In addition, many little wizards returned to their dormitories and made a lot of noise for a while, so few people got up early.

When Loren and his companions went downstairs and entered the auditorium, there were not many people inside and it was quite quiet.

The fluttering bats have disappeared, but the walls and domes still have decorations from last night. The flaming ribbons have quieted down, the pumpkin lanterns have gone out, and the eerie atmosphere has dissipated. It is quite interesting to just look at these decorations.

There were many types of breakfast, but what attracted people most was the steamed pumpkin. I don’t know how long it had been steamed, but the sweet aroma wafted throughout the auditorium. Loren couldn’t help but take a small half of it. It was soft and melted in his mouth with a light sip.

Other students came downstairs one after another, and the auditorium gradually became lively.

Ron and Lavender walked together, looking very intimate. People who knew them avoided them. Harry came with two other roommates. Seamus and Neville were also reluctant to walk with Ron, as they felt that it would leave a bad impression on the younger students.

Harry sat down opposite Loren and imitated his fresh way of eating. He scooped a spoonful of soft steamed pumpkin pulp and spread it evenly on the bread slices. After taking a bite, he squinted his eyes with satisfaction and muttered vaguely: "Loren, did you go for a night tour last night?"

"What?" Loren was stunned.

"Night wandering, don't think I don't know..." Harry swallowed the bread whole, choked a little, and said with a hum, "I dreamed last night that my mother was sitting with Snape. I woke up suddenly, got up to go to the bathroom, and saw that your bed was empty."

"You mean, I'm not in the dormitory?"

"Yeah." Harry looked at him strangely. A night stroll was not a big deal.

Loren pursed his lips and swallowed the sweet pumpkin, leaving a slight daze.

Recalling those incredible scenes, he gradually fell into deep thought.

Inside the hall, the festive atmosphere had not yet completely dissipated, and the little wizards chatted and talked. When the owl postman brought this week's packages and letters, the noise in the room reached its peak, like a boiling crucible.

Susan Bones from Hufflepuff was sitting next to her. She was a little surprised by the owl that suddenly landed in front of her. She put down her cutlery, fed the postman half a piece of bread, and opened the letter with fresh ink.

Her eyes swept across the messy words on the parchment. Her expression became heavier and heavier, her breathing became rapid, her nostrils trembled, and the hand holding the letter shook slightly. After reading it once, she turned back and read it carefully again silently. After confirming the message on the letter, she finally couldn't help sobbing softly.

Prefect Ernie MacMillan noticed the crying girl and immediately sat over: "Susan, what happened?"

The slightly plump girl buried her face in her hands and sobbed vaguely: "Voldi...The You-Know-Who attacked the Ministry of Magic last night, and my aunt was captured by him!"

Ernie MacMillan was stunned, and the little wizards around him who heard this were also stunned. An inexplicable silence spread to the entire auditorium from this center. In the huge room, the only sounds were the whistling wind outside the window and Susan Bones' sobbing.

Beside the long table in Ravenclaw, Marietta Edgemore silently folded the letter in her hand, her expression changing from dark to bright and her eyes deep.

……

London.

On the wide and prosperous streets, pedestrians were coming and going in a hurry. No one had time to glance at the ugly glass window of Taotao Company. Naturally, no one noticed that the old red brick department store that had been closed for renovation for decades was actually open.

In the room behind the dummy in the window, Scrimgeour, with bloodshot eyes, closed his eyes slightly. This was the top floor of the Ministry of Magic that he was most familiar with, but he was no longer the one in power. Under the comprehensive blockade, even if all the Aurors were gathered, they would not be able to attack directly, not to mention that there was one of the most powerful dark wizards in history down there.

He opened his eyes and looked at the person opposite him quietly, his calm voice revealing determination:

"Snape, put away your calculations. I know you are a great potion master, but please believe me, even if you pour a whole bottle of truth serum into my mouth, you will not be able to find out where the Death Eaters are imprisoned."

Snape looked at him and said nothing. He just picked up the teacup in front of him and drank it all.

"Minister Scrimgeour, there is no need to rush to reply. We have plenty of time. We can wait until you have rested well and your mind becomes flexible again before considering our deal..." Snape put down the teacup, and the ceramic and solid wood made a slight sound when they knocked against each other. "Death Eaters in exchange for Ministry of Magic employees, it's a good deal, don't you think?"

"..."