Days at Hogwarts

Chapter 32 Oh, so he forgot to write the letter.

Exiting the world of the book, Loren found himself lying on his side on the carpet, with "A Comprehensive Explanation of Hieroglyphics" quietly beside him.

He rolled over and lay down, sprawled by the window. Golden sunlight streamed onto his face, warm and ticklish, very comfortable. He stretched out his arms and legs, trying his best to let every part of his body get sun.

I closed my eyes and began to organize my thoughts.

Today's events came without any warning. He knew beforehand that "A Comprehensive Explanation of Hieroglyphs" and "The Book of Abraham" were of great importance, but that was all.

Even knowing that the content about the Philosopher's Stone in the book was true, Loren didn't care too much. Putting aside whether he could understand it or not, whether it was turning stones into gold or immortality, he wasn't too eager for it.

After mastering magic, he plans to return to the Muggle world. With the combination of his knowledge and magic, it wouldn't be difficult for him to earn enough money to enjoy life; it might even be easier than turning lead into gold.

As for immortality, Loren had no concept of it. Dumbledore lived for over a hundred years on his own, yet ultimately committed suicide. Who knows how long wizards can live? Immortality might not have all the advantages.

Voldemort attempted to use the Philosopher's Stone to restore his body. If he could create a body out of thin air, it would probably be useful for treating Grandpa Bates, right?

Come to think of it, after Harry defeated Voldemort for the first time, Dumbledore planned to destroy the Philosopher's Stone to prevent it from being used by evil people. Borrowing it from him to heal the sick and save lives is never a bad thing.

Judging from Lupin's situation, Dumbledore has no prejudice against kind werewolves; on the contrary, he takes care of them. If you're honest with him directly and ask him to buy some wolfsbane potion from Snape, Grandpa Bates should be able to get through the end of the school year without any problems.

Wait a minute, Grandpa Bates!

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Loren remembered something he had been forgetting—he had forgotten to write a letter to Grandpa Bates.

It's been almost half a month since school started, and he still hasn't written a letter to Grandpa Bates. He's afraid he'll get a beating when he goes back for the holidays.

Loren was about to fall asleep while basking in the sun, lost in thought, when he was suddenly jolted awake. He got up, grabbed a pen and paper, and wrote a long, flowing letter of greeting.

The letter began with a brief description of his daily life, assuring him that everything was fine. It then inquired about Grandpa Bates' health, advising him that old age is a time to accept, and that he could buy a house in a big city for easier living. He added that he could simply lock himself away on the night of the full moon—just like werewolves in the wizarding world.

The letter was extremely rude in its wording and tone. If Bates had been reading it with Loren in the background, he would have undoubtedly given Loren a good beating. Unfortunately, Loren certainly wouldn't have been there.

Next, he had to find the postman. Loren left the castle and asked for directions along the way. He found the Owl's Hut not far from the Forbidden Forest.

Hundreds of owls live here, and feathers are everywhere, but it's not noisy. It's almost noon, and most of the owls are sleeping, creating an unexpected harmony.

The shed didn't have the strange smell Loren had imagined; the house-elves had kept it very clean.

Finally, with the help of her house elves, Loren found her adorable little spectacled owl. It had gained quite a bit of weight in the few days she'd been away, but still looked as goofy as ever, nestled in its little cabin, bobbing its head back and forth.

Perhaps startled by the footsteps, the little spectacled owl saw Loren and its eyes lit up with surprise. It clumsily flew towards him, landed on his shoulder, and complained by tapping his head with its beak.

Loren wasn't annoyed. He picked up the little creature, stroked it carefully, comforted it, and finally handed it the letter.

After the little elf helped the owl with a series of preparations, the little goofball began its first mission.

Loren returned to the castle just in time for lunch.

After carefully finishing the last piece of pork rib on his plate, he looked up and noticed that only Ron was at the table, intently working on a chicken leg; Harry was nowhere to be seen. Strange, the two, usually inseparable, weren't even eating together today.

"Hey! Ron, where's your twin brother?" Loren laughed.

With a chicken leg stuffed in his mouth, Ron rolled his eyes at Loren, swallowed the meat, and slowly said to Loren, "Don't even mention it. He spent the whole morning sitting in front of that mirror grinning like an idiot. I even brought him his lunch."

"Hermione and Neville both tried to persuade him, but he wouldn't listen to either of them."

In this situation, Dumbledore should step in, give Harry a pep talk, and finally retrieve the Mirror of Erised.

Just then, Loren was also looking for Dumbledore. He looked towards the main seat, but the headmaster was not there.

They've been eating so many snacks that they're not even eating their meals. Loren needs to give this person a good talking-to.

"Goodbye Ron! Remember to bring Harry some drinks!" Loren quickly ran out of the dining hall and headed towards the headmaster's office.

However, this time they came up empty-handed. In front of the monster statue, Loren met Professor McGonagall, who said, "The Ministry of Magic has some matters that Dumbledore needs to attend to, and he won't be back until Wednesday."

Wednesday should be for handling matters related to the public trial.

Unable to see Dumbledore, Loren decided to stop by and visit Harry first, and he also ran into Wood on the way.

In the abandoned classroom, not only Ron and Harry were there, but Neville was also there, and he brought Harry some food.

When Loren came in, Harry had almost finished eating.

Ron and Neville were trying to reason with Harry, saying that spending all his time in front of the mirror was wrong, but they couldn't come up with a good reason and were ultimately helpless with Harry's lazy attitude.

"Harry, Wood is going crazy looking for you."

Loren's words made Harry exclaim in alarm: "Oh no, the team has practice today, and he's going to teach me some basic Quidditch rules!"

Wood is the captain of the Gryffindor Quidditch team. Professor McGonagall has already introduced the two of them. Wood also admires Harry and even suggested to Professor McGonagall that Harry be bought a better broom.

Although Harry's broom hasn't arrived yet, Harry and Wood have arranged to practice at the field on Sunday.

Wood was going to introduce Harry to the rest of the team and, incidentally, give him a rundown of the real Quidditch rules.

"Wood is waiting for you at the stadium!"

Harry couldn't sit still any longer. Although he wanted to be with his family, he obviously couldn't leave Wood behind any longer, or Professor McGonagall might turn him into a Quake ball for Wood to train.

(End of this chapter)