Chapter 264 The Vacation Begins

They chatted until the sky outside turned completely dark before Loren and Bates said goodbye.

Summer nights are filled with the chirping of various insects. Only a small part of the moon is exposed, which is not brilliant. The sparse stars are very bright and dotted.

Loren raised his head and looked at the crescent moon in the sky: "Grandpa Bates, how is your werewolf disease? Have you had any discomfort in the past year?"

"Haha!" Bates patted his chest, "Since the last time you, Principal Dumbledore, treated me, I haven't done it again."

He put his arms around Loren and patted him on the shoulder: "Learn magic well and become a wizard like Principal Dumbledore in the future."

"oh."

Bates thought for a moment, "It doesn't matter if you don't become such a wizard. Just live a happy life and don't worry about life."

You're pretty open-minded.

Loren was happy: "I've always done this."

Bates recalled the incident at the dinner table, rubbed his head, and warned with a smile: "Whether you want to work or not, if little Hermione wants to do it, you have to help her."

"Forget it, what she has to do is too troublesome."

"Hey? You brat..."

The two of them walked on the path at night, and the shadows behind them were stretched into long and thin strips by the street lights.

Go back to your home, make the bed, and put some of the daily clothes in the pendant into the closet. Fortunately, with the help of housework magic such as cleaning spells, Loren tidied the bedroom, washed and lay down before ten o'clock.

After getting used to the bed at home and finding a comfortable position, Loren took out the book of fantasy and touched the book-shaped icon with his finger.

His consciousness changed, and the next moment, Loren appeared in the bright virtual library.

The current library has expanded several times in size compared to its original size, and Flamel has opened up an area dedicated to storing Muggle books.

The current Fantasy Book Library contains Nicola Flamel's six hundred years' collection of books, as well as all the books in a national library. Loren feels that he will never have the opportunity to read these books in his life.

Flamel seems to still have this vision. Every time Loren enters the fantasy book, he soaks in the sea of ​​books.

He seems to pay more attention to books in the field of humanities and social sciences. He only has a brief taste of books on natural sciences and only briefly understands them without involving in-depth theory.

Loren said he could understand that even a disembodied ghost would have a headache looking at those things.

"You look a little confused?" Flamel looked up from a book called "Studies in Hysteria."

Loren nodded: "After I came back from school, I heard news about a comet on TV, and then I had a weird dream, which seemed to be some kind of omen."

Flamel put down the book and looked interested: "Tell me about this comet."

"The news said that this comet broke away from the asteroid belt located outside the solar system and entered the solar system to become a periodic comet. On July 8, 1992, when it was 40,000 kilometers away from the surface of Jupiter, it was split into 21 pieces due to strong tidal forces. This fragment is now being pulled by Jupiter's gravity and is expected to crash into Jupiter's southern hemisphere."

"The power of the stars, this is indeed a sign of opening the Book of Abraham." Flamel nodded, "What about your dream? What did you dream about?"

Loren thought for a moment, then pulled out the wand and put it to his temple, pulling out a silvery memory. The wand waved upward, shooting the dream memory into the dome of virtual space.

The dome of the library overhead faded, and the light and shadow flowed, revealing the scene in Loren's dream.

The boundless hazy smoke and bright white clouds were swept up by the white oval anticyclonic storm and spread into a larger tornado. The turbulent storm swept through the entire vast world at high speed, and the blazing rain of fire fell like meteors, igniting the entire sky, and the sea of ​​​​fire boiled and burned.

The burning flint dragged out a gorgeous tail of flame, and hit directly under the smoke with incredible power. The violent fluctuations caused by the vibration swept across the entire world, and more dim dust rose up, obscuring everything in sight...

"It doesn't look like a scene on Earth?" Flamel frowned, "Based on your description, I speculate that this may be a prophetic dream, in which a comet hits Jupiter."

"So, what should I do to prepare for this dream?" Loren asked.

"How can you be prepared to face the power of the stars and the universe?" Flamel spread his hands. "The Book of Abraham is too mysterious. Your situation is completely different from Nico's. I can't give you any advice."

Loren was a little depressed: "Then what should I do, just wait patiently?"

"Now it seems that this is the only way."

…

London, Creevey House.

"Colin! Come down to dinner soon!" Mrs. Creevey shouted upstairs, bringing a plate of Yorkshire puddings to the table.

Like Colin, Mrs. Creevey had light brown curly hair and was young.

She complained: "This kid doesn't have a good chat with his relatives when he comes back from vacation. That camera is like that, how can it be repaired?"

Mr. Creevey sat in his seat, teasing his youngest son Dennis with a smile: "He can play with it if he wants. If it can't be repaired, give him another camera."

Mrs. Creevey suddenly became angry: "Change it!? What kind of rich family do you think the Creevey family is? How much milk do you have to deliver to earn the price of a camera?"

Mr. Creevey is a milkman. Although his friendly personality and attentive service allow him to attract many customers, enough to support a family, this is not enough for the Creevey family to buy cameras at will.

Not annoyed even after being scolded by his wife, Mr. Creevey put his youngest son Dennis on the chair next to him and began to place the tableware: "Don't be so angry. In the worst case, we can go to a second-hand electrical appliance store to find an old one."

He smiled at his wife: "Have you seen the photos Colin took? They can actually move! I didn't believe it at first that there really are so many wizards and magic in this world."

"I have long believed that your son has done so many strange things. The same goes for Dennis. He is probably a wizard as well."

Mrs. Creevey raised her head again and shouted upstairs, "Colin! If you don't come down here, I'll make the camera your dinner!"

With a patter of footsteps, Colin Creevey ran down the stairs with an excited smile on his face: "Mom, Dad, you must not have imagined! The camera is only burned around the film. Replace it." Some parts can still be repaired!”

"Camera, camera, you know camera! It's dinner time now!" Mrs. Creevey patted him. "There is also the matter of petrification that I haven't taken care of for you. When Professor McGonagall wrote to inform you that you were attacked, your father I was so scared that I broke a dozen milk bottles.”

Mr. Creevey's mouth twitched a few times, and he complained a little about why his wife said this in front of his son, but he only dared to complain in his heart and did not dare to say it out.

Colin sat down obediently: "Isn't it okay? The Boy-Who-Lived, the great Harry Potter finally destroyed the basilisk."

"You still said that!"

The meal was noisily eaten, and the aroma and noise of the dinner filled the whole room, giving it a warm feeling.

After dinner, Mrs. Creevey got up to clean up the kitchen, while the Creeves discussed which camera parts they wanted to replace.

Boom, boom, boom!

There was a knock on the door.

"Today's milk has been delivered." Mr. Creevey was stunned. "It's already this hour. Who will knock on the door?"

Opening the door with doubts, he saw an old man with a long white beard and a spacious robe standing in front of the door.

Colin shouted in surprise: "Principal Dumbledore!"

"Good evening, Mr. Creevey." Dumbledore nodded with a smile: "I'm here to talk about the compensation for Colin's attack."

Mr. Creevey stood by the door at a loss, looking subconsciously at his son.

"You have enough time to discuss. I can go to the next student's home first."

…

"Well……"

There was some itch on his face, so Loren stretched out his hand to scratch it and opened his eyes slightly, just in time to see Hermione looking closer at him. Under her long eyelashes were a pair of big brown eyes, as clear and shining as glass, as if they contained stars.

Loren: "..."

If his memory is correct, today is the second day after returning home from vacation. He is sleeping on the bed in his own bedroom, and the bedroom door must be locked.

"Why are you in my bedroom?" Loren asked with a surprised look on his face as he picked up the thin blanket and sat up.

Hermione laughed softly and let go of a strand of hair in her hand: "Apparated and came in with a whoosh."

Fuck your Sir Nicholas head!

Loren's eyes rolled to the sky: "Trespassing into a private residence without permission, Hermione Granger, do you know that you are breaking the law? Whether it is Muggle law or wizard law."

Hermione sat down beside the bed naturally: "I knocked on the door when I entered this house. Grandpa Bates opened the door. It was not a trespassing."

Loren shrank to the side, and suddenly realized that he was not sleeping naked, and did not need to be wrapped in a thin blanket all the time. He reached out and grabbed Hermione's shoulders, shook her, and asked viciously: "Then why didn't you knock on the door when you entered my bedroom?"

"Well -" Hermione couldn't suppress the smile on her lips, "I'm afraid of disturbing your sleep."

"Don't bother me now!"

"Now to wake you up, I waited for fifteen minutes, which is exactly the time to wake up."

Loren pointed at her with a look of disbelief: "So you stayed by the bed and watched me sleep for fifteen minutes!"

"what I should do."

Loren took a deep breath and said, "Very good, I'll wake you up tomorrow."

"You're evil!" Hermione's smile faded and she accused sternly.

"You are the bad one!"

"You are worse!"

…

Hermione finally stopped this repeater behavior: "Get up quickly! We are going to the mall to buy clothes today!"

"Ha! You lost!"

"Who is playing such a childish game with you?"

"You're childish."

"You're so naive!"

"You are more childish!"

…

Amid the noisy voices of the two, the summer vacation of 1993 began.

Unlike previous years, the Grangers did not deliberately close the business to accompany Hermione on vacation, and the dental clinic remained open as usual. The two families occasionally get together for dinner and spend weekends together on vacation.

It’s a Saturday in late June, on London’s Brighton seafront.

The entire blue sky was covered with only scattered clouds, the sun was shining brightly, the gravel on the beach seemed to be covered with a carpet, the blue waves gently lapped the coast, and the sea breeze brought the sound of waves.

A small yacht floats slowly on the sea.

Loren was wearing a peaked cap and a short-sleeved beach shirt, lying leisurely on a chair. There is a blue bucket in front of the chair, containing a four- and five-striped bamboo shark.

The spotted bamboo shark is also called the cat shark. There are many such fish in this sea area. They are silly and easy to catch.

Glancing to the side, Grandpa Bates was just playing, blowing the sea breeze leisurely, looking at the scenery in the distance, and did not pull the lever even when the float moved.

Wendell fished very seriously, but the bucket was still empty and he didn't catch a single fish.

Loren looked back... Forget it, I'll just fish here today. It would be disrespectful to fish any further.

He is Hermione's father after all, so he shouldn't embarrass him too much.

"Loren, why are you lying down? Get up and continue fishing!" Wendell frowned and urged in a serious manner, but his eyes were a little unnatural when he glanced at the fish in the bucket.

"The wind has picked up and it's hard to catch fish. I just took a break."

"Well, that's it." Wendell nodded, and glanced at Loren, "I usually fish for freshwater fish on weekends, but I suddenly switched to sea fishing and I'm a little uncomfortable. Coupled with the sea wind, I haven't fished yet. Catch fish.”

Loren nodded: "That's right."

Bates couldn't help laughing, his shoulders shaking.

The wind kept blowing on the sea, and Wendell didn't catch any fish until the sun went down. Finally, the air force returned.

…

4 Privet Drive, Little Whinging, Surrey.

Harry Potter was an unusual boy in many ways. For example, he hates summer vacation the most of the year.

For another example, he actually didn't want to do homework at all, but in order to avoid getting along with the Dursleys, he had to stay in the storage room under the stairs to do homework all day just a few days after the summer vacation.

The sun was almost setting and the light was a bit dim.

Harry lay prone on the bed, flashlight in one hand, a large leather-bound tome (A History of Magic by Bathilda Bagshot) open on the pillow.

As the eagle quill moved across the paper, Harry frowned, looking for something to help him write his thesis, titled "The practice of burning witches in the fourteenth century was complete nonsense."

The quill stopped on a piece of content that seemed to be of some value. Harry pushed his round glasses up the bridge of his nose, brought the flashlight closer to the page, and quickly scanned the content.

In the Middle Ages, there was a witch-hunting movement. Muggles caught wizards, tied them to the stake, and lit kerosene and pyres in an attempt to kill the wizards. But this kind of burning is useless. The fire-condensing spell can ensure that the wizard is not harmed.

Weird Wendelin had a strange habit. She deliberately put on various makeups and was caught forty-seven times and burned forty-seven times.

Harry was silent for a moment, then carefully opened the ink bottle, put the quill in again, dipped it in, and wrote this paragraph into the paper.

"Harry! Out for dinner!" Aunt Petunia's voice came from outside.

"coming!"

Outside were the Dursleys, Uncle Vernon, Aunt Petunia, and their son Dudley, who were Harry's only relatives in the world. Because of them, Harry had never been able to enjoy his summer vacation.

Well, except last year, when he spent his summer vacation with his godfather, Sirius.

But Sirius moved away, and he had to live with the Dursleys day and night.

Due to various changes, the Dursley family, who had treated him harshly, changed their attitude, so Harry's summer vacation became a bit strange.

Aunt Petunia saw Harry come out and saw the flashlight on the bed through him. She hesitated and said, "Harry, if you like to do your homework there, we can put a wire in and light a lamp."

Uncle Vernon and Cousin Dudley looked at Harry but said nothing.

"No need." Harry sighed quietly.

That's it, the better the Dursleys treat him, the more uncomfortable it becomes for Harry, who would rather stay in his room and do his homework.