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Loren looked at the shyness on her fair face, resisted the urge to reach out and pinch it, and a smile broke out on his face.

He could guess what was written in the letter without asking...

"What did Monica say in the letter?" Loren leaned closer and asked in a low voice.

He grabbed another strand of hair and twisted it around his fingers, making Hermione confused. She made a stern face and didn't want to pay attention to him. She lowered her head and continued reading.

But the words in the book suddenly became unfamiliar, the words and sentences became obscure and difficult to understand, and I couldn't understand them.

Hermione took a breath and read the content in her heart: "In 1811, they voluntarily gave up the opportunity to be [human] because they were unwilling to be separated from dark creatures such as dominatrixes and vampires. ..."

"Huh? "

Who doesn't want to be separated with dark creatures and give up the opportunity to be a [human]?

Hermione sorted out her chaotic thoughts and looked at the previous row silently——

It's a mermaid.

She pursed her lips irritably, blaming this person for interfering beside her, which made her unable to read the book.

Loren held her hair and looked out the window, just in time to catch up with the full moon rising from the distant mountains, casting down the moonlight like running water, which was cold and soft.

"Hermione, there's still a while before lights out, how about we go to the tower to watch the stars?"

Hermione's bright eyes flashed with brilliance, but her face was serious. said. "I want to read a book."

Loren snorted: "Hermione, I have a problem with my astronomy homework. Can you help me?"

"What's the problem?" Hermione looked at him seriously, her face The article is full of professorial style, "Astronomy can't just be done by reading books and calculations, it must be combined with reality. I think it is necessary to go to the tower to compare the stars and observe them carefully."

"You are right, Professor Granger!" Luo! Lun is serious, with only exploration and curiosity about astronomical knowledge in his eyes.

The two wizards who loved astronomy left the lounge hand in hand, leaving behind a confused Harry and Ron.

Ron looked at Harry, a little confused: "The two of them just said they were dating when they were dating. Why did they make it so complicated? Are they lying to themselves?"

I don't understand, completely confused.

Harry sighed deeply: "Falling in love makes people stupid..."

"The tone you say this sounds like Dumbledore."

"Yes, yes, I am the principal you imitate!"

"..."

Listening to the laughter of the two people making jokes, Ginny came to her side at some point and asked softly: "Harry, I have encountered a problem in my transfiguration homework. I want you to help me look at it." ..."

"What's the problem? Show me?" Ron suddenly became interested and reached for her notebook. He was slapped on the back of his hand by his sister. The sound was loud and painful. Grinning.

"Do your homework well!"

...

Late night in the Gryffindor common room.

After twelve o'clock, the candles and lanterns on the ceiling and walls gradually went out, and the deep night spread along the windows into the lounge. The little wizards gradually dispersed, and the huge room soon became silent, empty, and sank into darkness. in the darkness.

The young couple who returned late from a date woke up the fat lady who was already sleeping, opened the portrait hole with the password of a new day, and returned to the lounge amidst a burst of complaints from the fat lady.

Only a few candles and the remaining fire in the fireplace provided light, but it was also partially blocked by a strange-looking candlestick.

Loren and Hermione didn't care. They walked slowly in the extremely dark room, groping carefully, not impatient at all. They had good reasons to warn themselves: This is all for safety. It would not be good to disturb Madam Pomfrey at night if she accidentally stumbled.

Go all the way to the solid wood stairs.

Hermione stood in front of the steps with a serious expression and looked at him seriously: "Do you remember the position of Jupiter clearly?"

She wore a long lavender down jacket with fluffy lining. She was a small one, and the faint light shone on her delicate and white face, revealing a youthful glow.

It was so quiet here that Loren could hear his own heartbeat: "Remember, Professor Granger!"

"Then...good night?"

Hermione looked up at him, her eyes bright and alert.

There must be magic in those eyes, some unfathomable spiritual magic.

Loren was immediately fascinated. He unconsciously held up the white, tender and smooth little face in front of him and kissed it naturally.

The little witch's eyes suddenly opened wide, and she realized that this was a polite and thoughtful goodnight kiss, so she raised her head slightly and closed her eyes to cooperate with him.

"…"

This ceremony lasted a little too long.

Hermione's cheeks felt hot until she started to feel hot all over. There was a visibly blush on her cheeks. Her eyelashes trembled slightly and she couldn't help but open her eyes, just in time to meet Loren's eyes that were looking at her quietly.

"It's time to say goodbye!" Hermione signaled with her eyes, but found that the man was pretending to be confused. Not only did he not finish, he even sucked.

"!!"

The little witch hooked the touch of flexibility and bit it shyly.

"Hiss——"

Loren let go and covered her mouth, complaining resentfully: "You can obviously push me away with your hands, but you insist on biting me!"

"Mom said you can't always accommodate boys..."

Hermione said with a smile, flipping her hair and stepping up the stairs, tapping her toes lightly on the ground, walking briskly and lively.

...

The first morning of the new semester.

Loren tore the slices of bread in his hand into strips, soaked them in milk and then swallowed them slowly, with graceful and slow movements.

Harry and Ron couldn't help but glance at him. It's strange that he didn't move quickly and wolf down every meal...

New learning, new attitude?

Hermione drank the sweet pumpkin juice with a smile on her lips and narrowed her eyes, like Crookshanks lying in the sun, her eyelashes dyed golden by the goose-yellow candlelight.

Loren put down the cup expressionlessly, turned to look at her, and spoke with unclear words: "I will return it!"

Hermione's smile faded and her expression became serious.

After breakfast time, the little wizards rushed to various classrooms carrying books, parchment and quills as usual. The fourth year Gryffindors were a little more relaxed, as they had all morning outdoor lessons.

The ground was still covered with thick snow, and there were fine drops of water condensing on the windows of the greenhouse. They could not see what was outside the window when they were taking herbal medicine class. No one wanted to attend a Care of Magical Creatures class in weather like this.

Ron had just finished shoveling a large bucket of humus: "Be happy, friends, at least the snails will keep us warm. They may chase us around, or they may explode a lot of sparks. , causing Hagrid's firewood to catch fire."

The little wizards turned even paler when they heard this.

No one expected that Professor Hagrid gave them a surprise.

After the class bell rang, Hagrid led them through the stables. The huge Beauxbatons rune horses stood there, clinging to each other to resist the cold. They headed towards a big tree on the edge of the Forbidden Forest. Walking towards the tree, there was a beautiful adult unicorn tied under the tree.

Many girls gasped in admiration when they saw the unicorn.

Loren first evaluated the magic level of the unicorn, but found that the magic level fed back by the famous unicorn was far lower than that of the fire dragon, and only about the same as the Acromantula. This unicorn is so dazzlingly white that the surrounding white snow looks a bit gray in comparison... The magic power flowing on its body is also pure white, peaceful and tranquil, but also pregnant with vigorous vitality.

It paved the soil with its golden hooves restlessly and raised its horned head.

"It looks stupid..."

Considering that the Acromantula also has poisonous fangs and giant claws, the danger factor of the unicorn is only about 4X.

"Boys, stay back!" Hagrid shouted loudly, standing far away himself. "Unicorns like women's touch. Girls stand in front and approach it carefully. Go ahead, Relax..."

The girls turned to look at the boys proudly, then looked at the beautiful and shining unicorn, and walked forward with joy, leaving the boys guarding the stable fence. beside.

Harry turned and looked at Ron with a meaningful expression: "Broken love makes people grow..."

Ron thought this sentence was not like Dumbledore's style, but he agreed, and Professor Hagrid finally Giving up on the difficult and disgusting Blast-Ended Skrewt, the Care of Magical Creatures class was finally on the right track.

"This is the Care of Magical Creatures class in my mind, decent animals like unicorns, not monsters."

When the little wizards said this, the Sky Shop Full of thick black clouds.

This is how the new semester of 1995 begins.

Afternoon, divination class.

The tower classroom is still a smoky scene, everything in the room is shrouded in hazy red light and filled with a strong, stomach-churning fragrance.

Professor Trelawney is handing out the marked assignments from last semester.

"As I said at the beginning, although many wizards are very talented in the fields of ping-pong-pong sounds, various smells, and sudden disappearances, only a few talented people can see through it. The mystery of the future!"

"And I have known for a long time that Loren Morgan is such a person!"

"Because of his accurate prediction, I will give Gryffindor ten points!"

"..."

Loren looked at the parchment in front of him, his eyes were out of focus, and his expression gradually became dull.

The handwriting is not neat, but because it is written by myself, it is easy to read:

[After Christmas, my tongue and oral mucosa will be affected by the novel food with different flavors. So scabies develop...]

It turns out that I am a gifted prophet!

Loren licked his aching tongue and fell into deep thought. In the state of thought, he closed and opened his eyes, and the class ended.

He finally figured out that this was just a coincidence.

After all, Miss Granger's little mouth is not a novel food.

Loren yawned, packed his schoolbag and walked out of the classroom. He took a long breath of fresh cold air and became energetic.

At the end of the day's classes, the hungry little wizards walked towards the auditorium together.

It's dinner time.

Half an hour later.

The Gryffindor table in the Great Hall.

Hermione chewed all kinds of fried meat, ribs and crispy fried chicken in an unladylike manner. She held the knife and fork in both hands and dangled it, making a happy hum.

Despicable Granger!

Loren calmly took apart the stewed meat. Normally, he would bite open the bones and suck out the marrow of such soft stewed food. Now he can only feel that there is no food on his tongue. Keep out of the way of tender meat.

Hermione came over with a look of enjoyment, and there was a smile in her voice: "Today's fried chicken is very delicious, do you want to try it, and I can share some with you, Prophet Morgan?"

"Do you know what happened in the divination class?"

"I asked Parvati specifically."

"..."

"After all, you earned 10 points for our college!"

Hermione held up a piece of fried meat and waved it in front of his eyes: "Mr. Morgan, do you want to try it? The prediction was so accurate. There is scabies on the tongue. What kind of scabies is it? I'm so curious..."

"Contagious scabies." Loren looked at her with cold eyes.

Hermione shrank her tongue and sat back obediently.

...

The first week of classes was not intensive, and most of the professors had not yet started teaching new content. In a relaxed and happy atmosphere, the little wizards soon ushered in the weekend, Hogsmeade. Activity week.

Saturday, Hogsmeade Bookstore.

"There are too few books and information about mermaids..." Hermione handed a copy of "Atlas of Magical Animals of the Sea" and basic miscellaneous books to the clerk to check out, and sighed after walking out of the bookstore, "I hope Harry and the others I can buy gillyweed successfully..."

"Uh-huh"

Loren responded with a sip of toffee in her mouth, holding her hand and walking towards the end of the street. They and Harry had made an appointment to meet at the Three Broomsticks Bar.

His tongue is healed and he's just in time to enjoy the new products from Honeydukes Candy Shop.

Putting a few books into the pendant and putting them away, Hermione secretly glanced at Loren's lips. The syrup covered them like lipstick, shiny, rosy and shiny.

Somewhat tempting.

The little witch pursed her lips.

Since what happened on Monday, they haven't had close contact with each other for a week... She was a little moved, but she was worried that this man was waiting for an opportunity to retaliate and give her some kind of "scabies".

Mom didn't say what to do in this situation...

The tavern was as crowded as usual. Loren's eyes quickly scanned the store, and soon he was at the bar. Finding Harry's figure, they hurriedly approached him.

Four glasses of butterbeer have been bought on the table, and two of them are already a third full.

"Why are you here? Isn't there still a place by the window?" Loren asked.

"Hush!" Harry suddenly whispered, "We found an acquaintance, look!"

He pointed to the mirror behind the bar, in which the figure of Ludo Bagman was reflected, He sat in a dark corner with a group of goblins.

Bagman was lowering his voice and speaking quickly to the goblins. The goblins all crossed their arms and looked menacing.

"Does he never go to the office?"

Hermione's question was also Harry's question.

This is indeed a bit strange. Today is the weekend, there is no event for the Four-wizard Tournament, and there is no need for referees. How could Bagman appear in the Three Broomsticks?

At this moment, Bagman glanced at the bar, and his eyes suddenly lit up. He gestured to the goblins to signal them to look at Harry, then stood up and hurriedly walked towards them. .

(End of this chapter)