Days at Hogwarts

Chapter 767 Seventh Grade Starts School!

November 31th, night.

Bored in the evening, Loren experimented with several rune arrays. He felt that Flamel was too ambitious, replicating the theoretical model at an astonishing speed, so fast that he couldn't keep up with the speed of designing his own model, and he always felt a sense of urgency from being pushed to meet deadlines.

Flamel is probably the ideal form of artificial intelligence. It doesn't need to eat, drink, sleep, or even recharge. When it needs to, it projects test runes in the real world, and when it doesn't need to, it goes back into the Book of Fantasy to test runes.

After several hours, Loren was exhausted, so he lay back with his arms under his head and began to drift off to sleep. Staring at the light on the ceiling, his pupils dilated and contracted, adjusting the focus of his eyes to observe different degrees of astigmatism.

It was hazy and ethereal, with a faint, dim light.

This was his way of trying to fall asleep, but after more than ten minutes, the effect was very weak, and faint outlines kept floating in front of his eyes.

The light has no shape, yet it seems to be able to outline everything. Those faint rays of light are dragged and stretched, gradually forming complex and twisted runes, in pairs, reflecting each other, and gradually becoming clearer.

Loren's mind went blank as he subconsciously pondered the meaning of the runes, considered how to use these rune sets, and integrated them into a new alchemical model of spatial teleportation.

"..."

My mind is becoming clearer and clearer, and I feel more and more energetic.

Loren even felt he could stay up all night.

"So young and already suffering from insomnia, it's all Flamel's fault..."

Loren shook his head, clearing the complex and obscure runes from his mind: "Tomorrow is the last opening banquet, how can I attend in a daze? I need to find a way to get a good night's sleep."

After muttering a few words, he began to think seriously, analyzing as if talking to himself: "Entering the Book of Fantasy with my will can help restore my spirit, but that's not true sleep, not devout enough; using Bloody Mary's hand mirror can enter a dream, but it requires me to be distracted and hook onto the dream, which isn't a good method; speaking of which, there are still a few bottles of Hellfire Elixir in the pendant, but the potion has been stored for several months, and it might have some side effects..."

"well……"

Loren sighed.

Who would believe that a legendary wizard who defeated Voldemort was suffering from insomnia?

There was nothing I could do about it, so I had to ask others for help.

……

The Granger family.

After washing up, Hermione sat up on the bed, took out the seventh-grade textbook she had bought a few days ago, turned on the bedside reading lamp, and began to read it carefully.

The only sound in the room was the turning of pages.

Not long after, a faint humming sound suddenly emanated from the air, and a figure appeared out of nowhere beside the bed.

Hermione looked up.

Loren stood by the bed, holding a pillow. He used the Elder Wand to activate spatial magic, and with his superb apparition skills, the spatial teleportation was almost silent, so he didn't disturb his girlfriend's parents.

I have insomnia.

"?"

Hermione tilted her head, her expression rather cute.

"It's all Flamel's fault. He dragged me out of bed late at night to test runes." Loren's expression was indignant, his acting a bit over the top, "I've come to you for help so I can be in top form for tomorrow's opening banquet."

Hermione paused for a moment: "I have the Living Hell Potion here."

"It's been sitting for several months now, so there might be some unknown side effects."

"Standard supplies issued by the Magical Congress of America, very fresh."

"Who knows what ingredients they used to make it? I'm not comfortable with that."

"I keep sleeping pills in my first-aid kit."

"Sleeping pills have significant side effects."

"So what are your thoughts?"

"In my analysis, this insomnia isn't just Flamel's fault," Loren said with a straight face, spouting nonsense. "Think about it, we slept together in Ifamoni for several weeks, and I got used to it. Now that I'm back home, I need to adjust to the new sleeping environment, so I'm having insomnia."

"so?"

"Maintaining our original sleep habits, just like we did in Iphamoni, helps maintain deep sleep and helps us develop good sleep habits."

"..."

Hermione stared at him expressionlessly.

Loren's expression was solemn: "I'm counting on you to prepare for the final opening banquet!"

Hermione pursed her lips, looked away, and whispered, "Stay with me and look at the seventh-grade textbook for a while. Don't cause any trouble, and don't talk loudly. If my dad finds out, he might beat you up with his dental tools."

"OK."

Dental tools are scary!

Loren naturally climbed onto Hermione's bed. It was soft and comfortable, but the summer blankets were a bit thin and narrow, so they had to squeeze together to cover both of them. He and Hermione were close together, and they could see the words on the book.

Who would even bother reading at this point?

Loren didn't even bother to check which subject the textbook was for. He quickly hugged the sweet and soft Hermione, sniffed her hair, rubbed her cheeks and neck, and couldn't resist giving her a couple of kisses.

"..."

Hermione wiped the drool off her face, put down her textbook, and looked at him calmly.

"I'm sorry, I couldn't help myself."

"..."

Hermione didn't want to dwell on the matter, so she picked up the corner of the page and turned to the next one.

This page contains a flowchart of the distillation and extraction process. Now you can see it clearly; it's definitely a potions textbook.

Loren, holding Hermione close, glanced at the bottle a few times and pondered for a moment: "You know, the water sold in supermarkets tastes a little sweet, but pure, unadulterated water is colorless and tasteless."

Hermione was thinking about the bottled water in the supermarket and spaced out for a few seconds, but she didn't reply.

Turning the page again, the person beside me spoke again: "The white bread we usually eat doesn't have sugar, but we can still taste a slight sweetness. That's because of the amylase in our saliva."

The sound of pages turning filled the air.

"Some people say saliva is naturally sweet. Hermione, what do you think?"

"..."

Adhering to a rigorous and pragmatic scientific research spirit, Loren still managed to find the answer to the question.

Some people do indeed have lips and tongue that are sweet with a lingering aftertaste, warm and soft.

Unfortunately, kissing for too long can lead to biting, tsk.

……

December 1st, early morning.

A sliver of cool air seeped through the window, the curtains were half-drawn, revealing half of the bright morning light. The room was dimly lit, making it hard to tell if it was morning or afternoon. Sleepiness was tempting, and the soft blankets made it hard to get out of bed.

When Loren woke up, he found Hermione curled up against his chest.

The girl's fragrance lingered around my nose, and a few playful strands of hair clung to my face, tickling me gently.

Hermione lay on her side facing him, her left hand reaching under his neck to embrace his shoulder. Their summer pajamas were thin and soft, and their legs were intertwined under the blanket, allowing them to feel the soft, warm touch of each other's skin.

Loren was reluctant to get out of bed and quietly gazed at the sleeping face of the girl in his arms.

I've actually seen it every morning for the past few weeks, but each time I hold my breath at the beauty of the moment.

Then there was a knock on the door, followed by Wendell's voice: "Hermione, get up! You're in a hurry to get to the station!"

Inside the room, Loren held his breath, his body stiff and motionless.

I've heard that dentists use hammers and chisels to extract teeth, which is terrifying!

"Well……"

Hermione, nestled in his arms, squirmed twice and uttered a soft, languid voice: "Okay."

Hermione's consciousness was still slowly booting up, but her body had already begun to activate. To relieve the limp muscles from sleeping, she subconsciously tensed her core muscles, naturally clamping her hands and legs together, exerting a slight effort as if stretching, and constantly wriggling.

Loren heard the footsteps fading into the distance, his body still stiff.

Hermione was holding him as he stretched, wearing silk pajamas and shorts, several of his muscles were warm and soft, with beautiful curves and a supple, bouncy feel.

"..."

Loren adjusted his wand somewhat embarrassedly.

Then, he activated spatial magic to create an illusion.

"Boom!"

Suddenly, a cavity appeared in the bed, and the blanket slowly collapsed.

……

10:00 AM.

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Loren had finished washing up and was sitting at the dining table tearing pieces of bread, waiting for his neighbor to come over.

"Is everything packed?" Grandpa Bates asked.

Loren replied absentmindedly, "There's not much to pack. I'm not even bringing a suitcase this year."

I packed my clothes and luggage for the new school year a few days in advance and entrusted them to Wheat to take back to Hogwarts. I also took Crookshanks and Spectacled Owl with me. The remaining fantasy books, which were inconvenient to mail, were placed in the pendant.

"Are you going home for the Christmas holidays?" Grandpa Bates asked again.

"We'll see when the time comes."

"Write a letter before the holidays, whether you're going home or not." Grandpa Bates was also tearing bread into pieces, which were for baiting the fishing spot on the weekend. Wendell couldn't make it at home, so he had to ask them to "remind Wheat to write to me that the house-elf doesn't have to follow school rules, and to tell him to come back and play when he has time, and to come back and play during the Christmas holidays if he's not busy."

"understood."

"The wizarding terrorist organization has been wiped out, and you're about to graduate from magic school. It's the perfect age to go to university. Think carefully about what you want to do in the future, and write to me so I can arrange a recommendation for you."

Grandpa Bates spoke slowly and deliberately, without any hurry: "Even if you don't want to do anything, that's fine. I'm not one of those stubborn and rigid parents. Rather than going out to find a job that wastes your life, it's better to stay home and focus on taking care of Hermione's daily needs."

"That's quite an open-minded idea."

Loren's response was very perfunctory.

How could a legendary wizard possibly become a stay-at-home husband?

The doorbell rang at just the right moment.

Both of them put down their bread, stood up, and went out the door. The Granger family next door was already waiting at the door. Wendell and Monica stood side by side with gentle smiles, while Hermione held her mother's hand and looked at Loren with a strange look in her eyes.

Grandpa Bates greeted Hermione with a smile and repeated his instructions: "Take care of Loren for me at school. If he does anything to upset you, just beat him up. If he dares to resist, write to me and I'll beat him up when I come back from vacation."

Hermione smiled and nodded obediently.

"Language resistance also counts as resistance."

Loren's head was full of question marks.

Fortunately, Monica also entrusted him with this: "Please take good care of Hermione for us at school. If she has any stubborn or obstinate habits that she refuses to correct, use magic to teach her a lesson. I'm on your side."

Hermione tugged at her sleeve persistently.

"..."

"Grandpa Bates, we're leaving now."

"goodbye."

"goodbye!"

A faint chirping sound came from the open space in front of the door, and the two figures disappeared instantly.

……

At 10:30, the two appeared at King's Cross Station.

Out of a desire to reminisce about the past, they did not move directly to the platform, nor did they appear directly inside the carriage. Instead, they passed through the station steadily, counting from one platform to another.

Between platform nine and platform ten, there stood a red brick wall. I took two steps back and jogged straight into it—

The view suddenly opened up, and there was Platform 9.

This year, many students arrived at the station early, making the boarding queues even more congested.

The terrace became lively as wizards crowded together, with students from all grades and many parents whose backgrounds could be discerned from their clothing.

Those who dress old-fashioned and look like they came from the last century or a small border town are pure-blooded families. They try hard to play the role of an imagined Muggle, but the more they try, the more flaws they make, and they can only become the laughing stock of their relatives and friends.

The others dressed normally were either half-bloods or Muggles. Among them, the parents of the Muggle students were more enthusiastic and outgoing, actively chatting with the parents of the other students to learn about the current state of the magical world and discussing the news they had read in the Daily Prophet.

In previous years, parents were considering dropping out of school or taking a leave of absence to avoid the crisis, but now it's all a laughing matter, and all the parents have relaxed and happy smiles on their faces.

The two waited in line at the back to board the bus.

Convincing himself that this was to avoid being separated from the crowd, Loren naturally took the girl's hand, kneaded it a couple of times, and then looked at Hermione.

Hermione seemed to have sparse hair, slightly disheveled, with playful strands falling across her forehead like wispy bangs, giving it a lively and ethereal beauty. She looked absolutely gorgeous. Noticing Loren's gaze, her eyes twinkled mischievously: "What time did you wake up this morning?"

Loren paused for a moment: "When your father knocked on the door."

"I see..."

Hermione nodded, a strange smile playing on her lips. "I didn't have time to comb my hair this morning, do you know why?"

Why?

Loren remained outwardly calm, but inwardly he felt a slight sense of panic.

The situation was urgent, and I was only concerned with avoiding attracting the dentist's hatred, so I didn't pay attention to whether any traces were left at the scene.

Hermione tiptoed slightly and whispered in her ear.

Even though Loren's skin was thicker than the walls of Hogwarts Castle, he couldn't help but blush.

Blushing is a purely physiological reaction, commonly seen in boys aged 11 to 18. It is a normal physiological phenomenon and an important sign of puberty.

……

11:00 AM.

Just before departure, Harry, Ron, Ginny, and the others finally arrived. Their suitcases were empty, of course, and seven or eight redheads ran briskly.

The whistle blared, and wisps of white steam billowed from the top of the carriage.

There wasn't time to get to the back carriages, so the short, plump middle-aged witch quickly reached out and grabbed the three of them, shouting, "George! Push!"

"Oh, Mom, it's me, Fred!"

"Shut up!"

Several people worked together to push and shove the three students, getting them inside before the train doors closed, attracting many astonished glances.

What a large and impressive family!

"Waaah—waaah—"

A special train departed from Hogwarts.

(End of this chapter)