days at Hogwarts

After entering March, the sky is always filled with clouds that are not very white in color, as if they were drawn by a child with a pencil.

There has been much less rainfall, the grass is no longer perpetually wet, and the wet and muddy paths have become much drier. But the wind got stronger, and every time they went to the field outside, the late-spring cold wind still hurt their hands and faces.

Durmstrang's big ship was moored on the shore of the Black Lake. Its slender mast and folded canvas were constantly swayed by the wind, making a sound like an old man trying to breathe hard. The old shell like a sunken shipwreck swayed with the water waves. It makes people worry that it will disintegrate in the next moment.

A few screws on the stop sign protruding from the side of Ilvermorny's school bus were loose, swaying back and forth in the cold wind and making a constant creaking sound.

In addition to the little wizards, the postmen of Hogwarts hated the cold weather even more. They stayed in the sheds all day long and nestled in nests made of soft cloth. No owl is willing to go out to deliver letters in such weather, and even letters from other places cannot be delivered in time because the strong wind always blows them away from their target.

After the Herbology class ended on Monday morning, Loren and Hermione took some time to go to the Owlery and hand over their monthly letters home to Hanhan.

The spectacled owl cooed, flapped its wings, turned around and flew up into the sky, half of its feathers being blown around by the wind.

"The little spectacled owl has grown up and is a reliable postman."

Loren poked his head out to look for a while, but was soon blinded by the cold wind, so he timidly retracted his head behind the little witch, and pushed Hermione towards the paddock as if holding a shield.

Hermione was wearing a magic robe with wide sleeves. The March spring breeze, which was suddenly warm but still cold, blew all the moisture and coldness of the Forbidden Forest on her face, making the robe rustle, and goosebumps appeared on the exposed skin. .

Some owls are grown up and some are still very childish!

Hermione's face was expressionless, and there was no wave in her heart.

I even thought it was okay, at least this was in Hogwarts school, not in a Muggle city. Otherwise, if a car drove through a puddle on the roadside, this person would even push himself in front to block the mud and water.

Loren huddled behind her, half of his face pressed against the girl's back, her fragrance was soft and fragrant. The little witch's curly hair was lifted up by the wind, blowing strands on her face and neck, which made her feel a little itchy.

Monday morning was all outdoor classes, we just finished herbal medicine class, this time it was Care of Magical Creatures.

Walking through the greenhouse, we were close to the Forbidden Forest. The sound of rustling treetops first reached our ears. When we looked up, we saw Hagrid vigorously digging in the soil in front of his hut. He seemed to be reclaiming a piece of land to grow vegetables. .

The little wizards who arrived before them were chatting around a large cardboard box.

"The squid won't be returned to the factory..."

Loren muttered something, and he and Hermione moved closer to take a look.

They are a group of fluffy black little guys, with long flat duck-like snouts, flat front paws like two shovels, and a small bag on their belly.

"Haw!"

"Haw..."

The little ones looked up and blinked at the class, seemingly confused by the attention of so many people.

At first glance, it looks weird, but upon closer inspection, it actually looks a little cute.

It seems to be called Xiu Xiu, right?

Loren thought and observed.

It is said that Xiu Xiu has a gentle nature and will even be affectionate towards his master. However, it can destroy everything around it in search of shiny objects, so it is not suitable to be kept as a pet at home. If provoked, a Niffler may become aggressive.

"Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them" records a case from a hundred years ago. At that time, Gringotts' protective measures were not as strict as they are today. A clever Niffler once found a loophole and slipped in. It is said that the entire underground vault was almost destroyed. Evacuated.

It is said that the Niffler was unable to walk due to falling gold coins and was unwilling to throw away some of them, let alone transport them away in multiple batches. In the end, he was caught on the spot by the patrolling goblin, and both the person and the person got the stolen goods. He was incorporated into Gringotts as a safety test. member.

"Dear children, come closer!"

Hagrid shouted loudly and drew the students closer, "I think many of you have recognized them. These cute little guys are Sniffs. They can usually be seen underground in mines. They like shiny things...Here, look. ”

He threw a gold coin into the box, and a Sniff suddenly jumped up and bit it, scaring the little witches to take a few steps back.

"Very useful little treasure detectors." Hagrid said happily, "We can have fun playing with them today. Do you see there?"

He pointed to the large piece of newly opened land, which was the place where he had dug before, "I buried a few gold coins, two people worked in groups, one in each group, one Xiu Xiu, which group picked out the Xiu Xiu I will give a prize to whoever has the most gold coins.

"Take off all the valuable things you have on you, and then pick one to sniff.

“Get ready and let them go.”

After the treasure hunt officially started, Sniffs burrowed in and out of the field, just like in water. Each one hurried to the classmate who let them go and spat the gold coins into their hands.

"Little guy, why don't you go find the gold coins?"

Loren scratched the chin of the sniffer in front of him. The little guy narrowed his eyes in comfort and rubbed his hand affectionately.

"Ha!"

"Are you hungry? Would you like a biscuit?"

Hermione took out a chocolate chip cookie from somewhere, broke off a piece and handed it to Sniff's mouth.

The little guy sniffed a few times, opened his mouth suspiciously and swallowed, his eyes suddenly lit up: "Chirp!"

After eating three cookies in a row, the little guy didn't know whether he was full or tired of eating. He stopped opening his mouth no matter how much he was fed, and jumped up and down next to Loren. When she got tired of playing, she lay down in his arms, rolled out her soft belly, and blinked at him with her shiny black eyes.

What else can I do with it? I can't just knead it hard!

Hermione next to her was so envious that she wanted to hit someone.

……

In the Transfiguration classroom, the bell rang.

The professors at Hogwarts control class time very accurately. They occasionally leave early and never procrastinate except for a few Potions professors. As the head of Gryffindor and the school's vice-principal, Professor McGonagall occasionally uses a few minutes before get out of class to finish class. Talk about school affairs.

For example, students are reminded that they are not allowed to go near the Quidditch pitch, which was chosen as the venue for the third game of the Goblet of Fire and is undergoing rigorous construction.

Trespassing is considered a violation of school rules.

Seeing the little wizard's eyes flickering and the eager expression clearly hanging on his face, Professor McGonagall pursed her lips. She remembered the conversation with Dumbledore not long ago and couldn't help but feel a little silent.

"Does the construction of the site need to be inspected?" Dumbledore said with a deep look in his eyes and an inscrutable look on his face. "Disclose this news to the children properly, and some brave students will take the initiative to inspect it for us."

Just take the initiative to jump into the pit.

Professor McGonagall pursed her lips and returned to her expressionless expression: "Potter, Morgan, you two stay here for a moment, everyone else, get out of class is over!"

"Goodbye Professor!"

The little wizards in the classroom left in a hurry. It was Thursday morning. There were no other classes after the Transfiguration. They were free until lunch time. They could not wait to start a new adventure.