The days of hanging out at Hogwarts

"Sitting on the Ferris wheel, you can see the entire amusement park." Harry showed off, emphasizing every word, looking into space as he spoke, recalling the appearance of the Ferris wheel in his mind.

"But don't you fly higher when you ride a broomstick?" Ron asked doubtfully. He really couldn't figure out what was so strange about a wizard standing high and seeing far.

"I-" Harry got stuck.

Yes, the Ferris wheel can't fly as high as he rides on a broomstick, so why are he so happy?

Maybe the Christmases of the previous ten years were locked in the storage room under the stairs. There were 196 floor tiles in the room and 625 horizontal stripes on the top of the storage room. I spent Christmas with them.

I thought about waiting until the Dursleys fell asleep at night and stealing their unfinished Christmas dinner. There is no clock in the storage room, so this fantasy will last for who knows how long.

When the pig-like Dudley took his parents home and showed off the Ferris wheel loudly at the dinner table, this was Harry's first impression of the Ferris wheel.

"It's not that the Ferris wheel is fun, it's that Harry has his own family." Neville said this, which made the people around him feel a little strange.

Harry silently agreed with this statement, raised the juice in the glass and shook it gently, and said to himself silently: Cheers to this unprecedented Christmas.

Drink it all in one gulp.

In the Gryffindor common room, on the bench, the five people in Loren's dormitory gathered together and talked about their respective Christmas holidays.

Hermione was sitting on a soft chair, her little back straight, focusing on grading several people's holiday homework.

The trick of randomly filling in an answer to a question I didn't know before to get the correct answer was discovered due to an oversight. This made this assignment much more difficult.

Here's the thing, one of the Potions questions asks: Where do you get bezoar?

Ron's answer was "toilet," then he crossed out the toilet and wrote "bathroom" next to it.

This answer is too outrageous. The little witch can't figure out why she would fill in such an answer. Did she only see the word "dung" when looking at the question?

After some questioning, Hermione found out about their trick. From then on, when I saw a few people's wrong questions, I would just sketch them with charcoal and no longer mark the correct answers.

Loren was thinking about how to tell Harry about Nagini. He had previously thought that the two could communicate. When Harry really came back, he was at a loss as to what to communicate.

There were a lot of thoughts in his mind, and they all finally converged on the Philosopher's Stone. He made up his mind to ask Flamel about things tonight.

After Hermione finished grading her homework, she pulled Harry and Ron into a small circle and started plotting. To be honest, the trio's conspiracy was a bit loud. From time to time, words from Lu Wei, Nico Flamel, and the Philosopher's Stone emerge from the circle.

Neville talked about making frozen pears during the holidays. His grandma was happy and a little unhappy when she ate the pears.

"She likes to eat the frozen pears I made, but she also thinks I shouldn't do these things." Neville sighed, he didn't know how to face his grandma and parents.

Grandma wanted him to be a mighty man and continue Longbottom's glory, but Neville felt he couldn't afford it.

He wasn't the Boy-Who-Lived, his wand couldn't cast a spell that could blow through a troll's head, he wasn't smart enough, he wasn't cheerful enough, he didn't have a good memory.

He only remembered that the medicine at St. Mungo's Hospital was very bitter, bitterer than the medicine Madam Pomfrey prepared, and bitterer than the medicine Madam Pomfrey got from Professor Snape.

He's known it since he was 8 years old. That time he followed his grandma to visit his parents in St. Mungo's and saw them expressionless and silent. Look at them looking crazy and talking nonsense.

The child in the next bed said that they were on a mission and would be discharged after drinking the potion.

The 8-year-old Neville's memory was even worse, but he remembered these words, sneaked to the pharmacy, drank half of the bitter water, and poured himself into the hospital. Scales sprouted from his face, and feathers sprouted from his arms.

Neville drank from his hospital bed for a week, finishing his potion.

But mom and dad can never finish drinking the bitter water. There is new bitter water every day. How miserable they are.

Neville wanted to give them something sweet to eat, and frozen pears were just that. That day, my parents had food all over their faces. Neville was laughing, and so was grandma.

But at night he saw his grandma secretly wiping her tears. What his parents drank was bitter water, and what was coming out of grandma's eyes was also bitter water.

Mom and Dad’s bitterness can’t be finished, and grandma’s tears can’t be shed dry.

Neville kept these things in his heart, looked into Loren's eyes and said seriously: "Frozen pears are the sweetest, sweeter than frozen apples and yellow peaches."

…

Before going to bed, Harry and Ron were sneaky, staring from time to time to see if the other three people in the dormitory were asleep. As soon as Loren looked at them, the two turned away and used poor acting skills to pretend that nothing happened.

When Neville's call came out, Harry and Ron were making "puff" and "puff" signals. Quietly, he got out of bed, walked out of the dormitory, walked down the stairs, and walked to the lounge where there was no one around late at night.

In the dim lounge, the two of them buried their heads together, looking at a piece of silvery fabric through the light from the window. The pile seemed to be flowing like liquid.

"Invisibility cloak!" Ron's surprised voice echoed in the lounge.

There was another rustling sound.

Harry covered the two of them with silver fabric and disappeared, leaving the lounge suddenly empty. There was no one there, but the sound kept coming.

"This invisibility cloak can hide three or four people."

"Merlin's beard, now you don't have to worry about being caught wandering at night." Ron's voice was full of excitement.

There are many invisibility cloaks in the wizarding world, and there are two mainstream methods of making them.

One is woven from the fur of invisible beasts, a method that has been banned by the Magical Creatures Protection Act promoted by Newt. On the other hand, the invisible beast's eyes can foresee the future, and few people can catch it.

Most of the existing invisible animal fur invisibility cloaks were handed down from the past.

The second is to use the alchemy circle to fix the effect of the Illusion Body Curse. This is the existing mainstream production method in the magic world. It is expensive and has mediocre effects. The invisibility cloak produced will gradually lose its effectiveness over time.

The invisibility cloak in Harry's hand, one of the Deathly Hallows, is the most mysterious. No one knows what material it is made of. It is said to be the clothes of the God of Death himself.

But in terms of effect, this Deathly Hallows seems to be no different from an ordinary invisibility cloak. Some wizards have keen senses. Although invisible, they can detect people under the invisibility cloak. Snape is one of them.

Loren was nestled behind the stairs, with black and gray shadows floating in his blue eyes, outlining two figures leaning side by side, with the brilliance of fiery red magic floating on their bodies.

In the abandoned classroom where the Mirror of Erised was found, Loren realized that his eyes could break invisibility, even Dumbledore's Disillusionment Curse, and this time the Invisibility Cloak was no exception.

Loren laughed and rolled his eyes.

While the two people below were looking at his invisible body, he suppressed his smile and pretended to be sleepwalking. He walked down the stairs with a blank look on his face, pretending to mutter, "Philosopher's Stone, Philosopher's Stone."

Harry and Ron were surprised at first. They both kept silent. Their eyes were glued to Loren. They raised their ears and listened intently to Loren's words.

"The secret of the Philosopher's Stone is——"

Harry and Ron's eyes widened.

"The secret of the Philosopher's Stone is——"

The two held their breath.

"Let Harry become the light."

Harry's pupils shrank before he could think about what it meant to become light.

Before the two of them could react, Loren reached forward and pulled off the invisibility cloak.

"I knew you two were being sneaky and not normal."

"Want to go on a night out?"

Loren rubbed his fingers over the invisibility cloak. It was thinner than parchment, and there was no resistance at all when rubbed. Slippery and cool, unlike any other known fabric.

We only have 2k today, let’s see if we can make up for 2k tomorrow. I was really unlucky this week. I was bitten by an insect first and my legs were so painful that they flew up. Then I kept working overtime and was scolded, and I felt like I might be downsized.

Shushu, I may have to write books full-time.