Chapter 482 Am I a Prophet?

Loren looked at the shyness on her fair face, resisted the urge to reach out and pinch it, and a smile broke out on her face.

He could guess what was written in the letter without asking him...

"What did Monica say in the letter?" Loren leaned closer and asked in a low voice.

He grabbed another strand of hair and twisted it around his fingers, making Hermione feel confused. Her face was sullen and she didn't want to pay attention to him. She lowered her head and continued reading.

But the words in the book suddenly became unfamiliar, and the words and sentences became obscure and difficult to understand, and I couldn't understand them.

Hermione took a breath and read the content in her heart: "In 1811, they voluntarily gave up the opportunity to be [human] because they were unwilling to be separated from dark creatures such as dominatrixes and vampires..."

"Um?"

Who doesn't want to be separated with dark creatures and voluntarily give up the opportunity to be a [human]?

Hermione sorted through her chaotic thoughts and looked at the previous row silently——

It's a mermaid.

She pursed her lips in annoyance, blaming this person for interfering beside her, which made her unable to read the book.

Loren held her hair and looked out the window, just in time to catch up with the full moon rising from the distant mountains, casting down the moonlight like running water, which was cold and soft.

"Hermione, it's still a while before lights out, how about we go to the tower to watch the stars?"

There was a glint in Hermione's bright eyes, but she said seriously. "I want to read a book."

Loren snorted: "Hermione, I have a problem with my astronomy homework. Can you help me?"

"What's the problem?" Hermione looked at him seriously, with a professorial look on her face, "Astronomy can't just be done by reading books and calculations, it must be combined with reality. I think it is necessary to go to the tower to compare the stars and observe them carefully."

"You're right, Professor Granger!" Loren said seriously, with only the exploration and curiosity of astronomical knowledge in his eyes.

The two wizards who loved astronomy left the lounge hand in hand, leaving behind a confused Harry and Ron.

Ron looked at Harry, a little confused: "The two of them just said they were dating when they were dating. Why did they make it so complicated? Are they lying to themselves?"

I don't understand, I'm totally confused.

Harry sighed deeply: "Falling in love makes people stupid..."

"You sound like Dumbledore when you say that."

"Yes, yes, I am the principal you imitate!"

"..."

Listening to the two people's playful laughter, Ginny came to her side at some point and asked softly: "Harry, I have encountered a problem in my transfiguration homework. I want you to help me look at it." …”

"What's the problem, show me?" Ron suddenly became interested and reached for her notebook, but was slapped on the back of his hand by his sister. The sound was clear and he grinned in pain.

"Do your homework well!"

…

Late night in the Gryffindor common room.

After twelve o'clock, the candles and lanterns on the ceiling and walls gradually went out, and the deep night spread along the windows into the lounge. The little wizards gradually dispersed, and the huge room soon became silent, empty, and sank into darkness. in the darkness.

The young couple who returned late from a date woke up the sleeping fat lady, opened the portrait hole with the password for a new day, and returned to the lounge amidst a burst of complaints from the fat lady.

Only a few candles and the remaining fire in the fireplace provided light, but it was also partially obscured by a strange-looking candlestick.

Loren and Hermione didn't care. They walked slowly in the extremely dark room, groping carefully without being impatient at all. They had good reason to warn themselves: this was all for safety reasons, in case they accidentally stumbled. Actually, it would be bad to disturb Madam Pomfrey at night.

Come to the solid wood stairs.

Hermione stood in front of the steps with a serious expression and looked at him seriously: "Do you remember the position of Jupiter clearly?"

She wore a long lavender down jacket, and the fluffy clothes made her look smaller. The weak light shone on her delicate and white face, which revealed a youthful exuberance.

It was so quiet here that Loren could hear his own heartbeat: "Remember, Professor Granger!"

"Good night then?"

Hermione looked up at him, her eyes bright and alert.

There must be magic in those eyes, some unfathomable spiritual magic.

Loren was immediately fascinated. He unconsciously held up the white and smooth little face in front of him and kissed it naturally.

The little witch's eyes suddenly widened, and she realized that this was a polite and thoughtful goodnight kiss, so she raised her head slightly and closed her eyes to cooperate with him.

"..."

This ceremony lasted a little too long.

Hermione's cheeks felt hot until she started to feel hot all over. There was a visibly blush on her cheeks. Her eyelashes trembled slightly and she couldn't help but open her eyes, just in time to meet Loren's eyes that were looking at her quietly.

"It's time to say goodbye!" Hermione signaled with her eyes, but found that the man was pretending to be confused. Not only did he not finish, he even sucked on it.

"!!"

The little witch took hold of the flexibility and bit it shyly.

"hiss--"

Loren let go and covered her mouth, complaining resentfully: "You can obviously push me away with your hands, but you insist on biting me!"

"Mom said you can't always accommodate boys..."

Hermione said with a smile, and walked up the stairs with a flick of her hair, tapping her toes lightly, and walking briskly and lively.

…

The first morning of the new semester.

Loren tore the slices of bread in his hand into strips, soaked them in milk and then swallowed them slowly, with graceful and slow movements.

Harry and Ron couldn't help but glance at him. It was strange that he didn't usually move quickly and wolf down every meal...

New learning, new attitude?

Hermione drank the sweet pumpkin juice with a smile on her lips and narrowed her eyes, like Crookshanks lying in the sun, her eyelashes dyed golden by the goose-yellow candlelight.

Loren put down the cup expressionlessly, turned to look at her, and spoke with unclear words: "I will return it!"

Hermione's smile faded and her expression became serious.

After breakfast time, the little wizards rushed to various classrooms carrying books, parchment and quills as usual. The fourth year Gryffindors were a little more relaxed, they had all morning outdoor lessons.

The grounds were still covered with thick snow, and there were fine condensation on the greenhouse windows. They couldn't see what was happening outside the windows while they were taking herbal medicine classes. No one wanted to attend a Care of Magical Creatures class in weather like this.

Ron had just finished shoveling a large bucket of humus: "Be happy, friends, at least the Blast-Ended Skrewts will keep us warm. They will either chase us around, or they will explode a lot of sparks that will make Hagrid's firewood burn. Build a fire."

The little wizards turned even paler when they heard this.

No one expected that Professor Hagrid gave them a surprise.

After the class bell rang, Hagrid led them through the stables. The huge Beauxbatons runes stood there, clinging to each other to resist the cold. They walked towards a big tree on the edge of the Forbidden Forest. Under the tree There is a beautiful adult unicorn on a leash.

Many girls gasped in admiration when they saw the unicorn.

Loren first evaluated the magic level of the unicorn, only to find that the level of magic power fed back by the famous unicorn was far lower than that of the fire dragon, and only about the same as that of the Acromantula.

This unicorn is so dazzlingly white that the surrounding white snow looks a bit gray in comparison... The magic power flowing on its body is also pure white, peaceful and tranquil, but also pregnant with vigorous vitality.

It paved the soil with its golden hooves restlessly and raised its horned head.

"Looks stupid..."

Considering that the Acromantula also has fangs and giant claws, the danger factor of the unicorn is only about 4X.

"Boys, stay back!" Hagrid shouted loudly, standing far away himself. "Unicorns like women's touch. Girls, stand in front and approach it carefully. Go ahead and relax... "

The girls turned to look at the boys proudly, then looked at the beautiful and shining unicorn, and walked forward with joy, leaving the boys standing guard by the stable fence.

Harry turned and looked at Ron with a meaningful look on his face: "Broken love makes people grow..."

Ron thought this sentence was not like Dumbledore's style, but he agreed. Professor Hagrid finally gave up on the difficult and disgusting Blast-Ended Skrewt, and the Care of Magical Creatures class finally got on the right track.

"That's what I think of Care of Magical Creatures, decent animals like unicorns, not monsters."

When the little wizards said this, the sky was filled with thick black clouds.

This is how the new semester of 1995 begins.

Afternoon, divination class.

The tower classroom was still a smoky scene, everything in the room was shrouded in hazy red light and filled with a strong, stomach-turning aroma.

Professor Trelawney is handing out the marked assignments from last semester.

"As I said at the beginning, although many wizards are very talented in areas such as ping-pong-pong sounds, various smells, and sudden disappearances, only a few talented people can see through the mystery of the future!"

"And I have known for a long time that Loren Morgan is such a person!"

"Because of his accurate prediction, I will give Gryffindor ten points!"

"..."

Loren looked at the parchment in front of him, his eyes unfocused and his expression gradually dulled.

The handwriting is not neat, but because it is written by myself, it is easy to read:

[After Christmas, my tongue and oral mucosa will develop scabies due to novel foods with different flavors...]

It turns out that I am a gifted prophet!

Loren licked his aching tongue and fell into deep thought. In the state of thought, he closed and opened his eyes, and the class ended.

He finally figured out that this was just a coincidence.

After all, Miss Granger's little mouth is not exactly a novelty.

Loren yawned, packed up his schoolbag and walked out of the classroom. He took a long breath of fresh cold air and became energetic.

At the end of the day's classes, the hungry little wizards walked towards the auditorium together.

It's dinner time.

Half an hour later.

The Gryffindor table in the Great Hall.

Hermione chewed all kinds of fried meat, ribs, and crispy fried chicken in an unladylike manner. She held the knife and fork in both hands and dangled it, making a happy hum.

Despicable Granger!

Loren calmly took apart the stewed meat. Normally, he would have to bite open the bones to suck out the marrow of such soft stewed food. Now he can only avoid the tender meat that has not yet grown on his tongue. .

Hermione came over with a look of enjoyment on her face, with a smile that couldn't be hidden in her voice: "Today's fried chicken is very delicious, do you want to try it, and I can share some with you, Prophet Morgan?"

"Do you know what happened in the divination class?"

"I also specifically asked Parvati."

"..."

"After all, you earned 10 points for our college!"

Hermione held up a piece of fried meat and waved it in front of his eyes: "Mr. Morgan, do you want to try it? The prediction was so accurate. There is scabies on the tongue. What kind of scabies is it? I'm so curious..."

"Contagious scabies." Loren looked at her with cold eyes.

Hermione shrank her tongue and sat back obediently.

…

The first week of classes was not intensive, and most of the professors had not yet started teaching new content. In a relaxed and pleasant atmosphere, the little wizards soon ushered in the weekend, Hogsmeade's activity week.

Saturday, Hogsmeade Bookstore.

"There are too few books and information about mermaids..." Hermione handed a book "Atlas of Magical Aquatic Animals of the Sea" and basic miscellaneous books to the clerk to check out, and sighed after walking out of the bookstore, "I hope Harry and the others can buy the gill sacs smoothly. Damn it..."

"uh-huh."

Loren responded with a sip of toffee in her mouth, holding her hand and walking towards the end of the street. They and Harry had made an appointment to meet at the Three Broomsticks Bar.

His tongue is now healed, and he's just in time to enjoy the latest additions from Honeydukes Candy Shop.

After putting a few books into the pendant and putting them away, Hermione secretly glanced at Loren's lips. The syrup covered them like lipstick, shiny, red and shiny.

Kind of tempting.

The little witch pursed her lips.

Since what happened on Monday, they haven't had close contact with each other for a week... She was a little moved, but she was worried that this man was waiting for an opportunity to retaliate and give her some kind of "scabies".

Mom didn’t tell me what to do in this situation...

The tavern was as crowded as usual, Loren's eyes quickly scanned the store, and he quickly found Harry's figure at the bar, and they hurried over.

Four glasses of butterbeer had been purchased on the table, two of which were already a third full.

"Why are you here? Isn't there still a place by the window?" Loren asked.

"Hush!" Harry whispered suddenly, "We found an acquaintance, look!"

He pointed to the mirror behind the bar, which reflected Ludo Bagman, sitting in a dim corner with a group of goblins.

Bagman was lowering his voice and speaking quickly to the goblins. The goblins all crossed their arms and looked menacing.

"Does he never go to the office?"

Hermione's question was also Harry's question.

This is indeed a bit strange. Today is the weekend. There is no Four-wizard Tournament and there is no need for referees. How could Bagman appear in The Three Broomsticks?

At this moment, Bagman glanced towards the bar, his eyes suddenly lit up, he gestured to the goblins to signal them to look at Harry, then he stood up and hurried towards them.