Popular Web NovelsChapter 576 The Sun in Early SeptemberChapter 576 The Sun in Early September
The second weekend of September.
Hogwarts Library.
Loren was sitting by the window, holding a quill between his fingers and tapping on the parchment, on which was written the after-school homework of Charms.
The rain is clear, the sun hangs lazily on the clouds in early September, the tiny rays of sunlight are glowing with brilliant gold, the remaining shadows of summer have completely faded, and it is not hot at all. Loren is wearing short sleeves underneath. , wearing a magic robe, his naturally curly hair swaying in the breeze, the autumn sunshine was very comfortable, he couldn't help but glance at the Quidditch pitch not far away.
The Gryffindor players were floating in the air, constantly hitting the Quaffle towards the ring. The faces of the small figures were almost invisible, and they couldn't identify who they were, but they could tell just from their movements - pounce. Ron, the new goalkeeper, was scurrying around in an awkward manner; the twin brothers were constantly swiping the goalkeeper with Quaffles, holding their stomachs in their hands and laughing unbridled from time to time...
Hermione's fragments lingered in their ears. The little witch has a habit of chanting when writing papers. It is said that it can help her organize her thoughts.
"The basic principle of summoning spells..."
"Compared with speeding up the speed of chanting spells, the benefits of optimizing spell casting movements are more obvious. Here is a quote from Miranda Gorshak "Universal Optimization Ritual Based on Elementary Standard Charms Principles" focuses on each person's different characteristics and explores the most suitable spell-casting actions to achieve the best spell-casting effect. This idea is also in line with "Basic Charms for Irritable and Busy Wizards" ..."
It sounds like a troublesome high-scoring paper.
Loren casually recorded several main arguments and keywords on the draft paper. His mind was spinning rapidly, and it took him less than three minutes to come up with a paper. After reviewing it and making sure it was ok, he immediately started writing on the parchment paper. .
It's just that the original text was twenty inches, but he took the dross and eliminated the essence and streamlined it into eight inches. In the end, he actually wrote it before Hermione did.
After Hermione finished her Charms homework, she went back to check it over, then took out the Arithmancy question, dipped her quill in ink and started to calculate.
Hermione was wearing a gray-white wool sweater, with the outline of her slender arms and shoulders highlighted. The autumn sunshine reflected a brighter golden color on it, and her fair face seemed to be glowing.
Loren looked at the length of the parchment, thought for a moment, and couldn't help but reach out to cover her title.
Hermione was stunned for a moment, raised her head and tilted her head slightly, giving him a confused look.
"The weather is so nice, let's go out and bask in the sun!"
"..."
Hermione didn't have time to think carefully before she was pulled to her feet in confusion. , aware of Mrs. Pince's oppressive gaze, she did not struggle strongly.
The papers, pens, books and ink on the table bounced and packed themselves. Loren held the schoolbag in one hand and held the girl in the other. He walked out of the library and walked down the marble stairs. Turning to the foyer, the world in front of me suddenly became brighter.
Walking into the open space from the somewhat dim hallway, the bright sunshine is somewhat dazzling. The grass blades are still full of vitality, dotted with sparkling dewdrops, and are particularly crisp and tender. The hydrangea hanging on the low wall is still in bloom, and the group of grass is still full of vitality. The petals are huge and bright blue.
Loren stood close to the roses planted in the castle grounds and shook the girl's hand:
"They are the decorations left over from last year's Christmas ball."
"Yeah."
Hermione pursed her lips and smiled. She was a little reluctant to be pulled out by him at first, but now she felt that it was good, the sunny weather and the person with a bright smile.
"I heard that Professor Flitwick left it specially."
"It's not very well planted."
"It looks good this way."
"That's right. ..." The red and white rose clusters in the bushes are of different sizes and bloom in random directions. They are not many in number, but they have the beauty of growing wantonly.
In such weather, walking along the path with such a person in hand, it seemed that we had gone far away in the blink of an eye. When we regained our consciousness, we were already at the edge of the Quidditch pitch. Loren and Hermione found a spot with a good view in the auditorium. Sit down in a comfortable position, lean back on the chair cushion, stretch your legs, stretch your muscles lazily, and watch leisurely.
The positions of Professor McGonagall and the narrator are indeed different.
Harry and Ginny were flying around on their broomsticks, not very fast. Harry said something from time to time, and Ginny listened with bright eyes. It didn't look like she was doing seeker training, but like she was making love to each other. chat.
Tsk, I hate young couples who do not engage in serious business and fall in love the most!
Loren tilted his head and moved his gaze towards the scoring ring.
Angelina led the players to feed Ron the ball. They hit it from one side. Ron panicked and fought back. In the blink of an eye, he hit back from the other side. George and Fred sincerely wanted to train their younger brother, up and down, left and right. The various hitting angles were so tricky that Ron was so amused that he ran all over the court and didn't dare to relax for a moment.
"Huh..."
Loren's eyes were dazzled and he yawned.
Hermione's eyes skipped the stadium and looked towards the higher and farther clouds. Those cotton-like clouds were plated with a layer of gold by the sun. When you stare at the clouds, you will feel that they are still. But when you look away and look back after a while, you can clearly see that they have moved.
"Hey...do you feel like these clouds are playing with you like a puppet? When you are not paying attention, they stand up and run far away."
"..."
Hermione didn't take it seriously, and thought along his train of thought again in a daze. She found it very interesting and couldn't help but laugh.
The two of them sat side by side in the commentary box of the stadium, watching the twins playing tricks on Ron. Harry and Ginny were snickering not far away. From time to time, they looked up at the clouds above their heads and looked at them. When they were not paying attention, they floated to the horizon and watched the golden edge gradually smear the entire cloud, and the golden sun turned into a gorgeous orange.
The afternoon passed slowly like this.
The Quidditch team's training is also over.
Loren and Hermione walked down from the auditorium and walked slowly back along the way they came. Everything in their field of vision was coated with the golden color of the sunset, and it was a different scenery. The players, whose uniforms were soaked with sweat, handed their brooms to Harry to return. They changed clothes in the locker room and returned to the castle, laughing and cursing all the way.
On the other side, Harry fell behind alone, walking silently.
A gentle voice suddenly sounded from behind: "Why don't you catch up?"
"Dumbledore?"
Harry turned his head in surprise and saw a The old principal in gray robe was walking behind him, looking down at him with a smile, his silver-white beard and hair dyed golden by the setting sun.
"There are your best friends, closest teammates, and the girl you like in front of you. Why don't you catch up?" Dumbledore put a hand on his shoulder and asked softly.
"I...I don't know..." Harry's cheeks were slightly red, and the big hands on his shoulders brought a sense of security and stability, as if dispelling the uneasiness of suddenly being alone after happy hours.
"In this case, you can only talk to me, an old man."
(End of this chapter)
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