Chapter 576 The Sun in Early September

The second weekend of September.

Hogwarts Library.

Loren sat by the window, holding a quill between his fingers and tapping the parchment, copying the homework of Charms on the paper.

The rain was overcast and the sun in early September was lazily hanging on the clouds. The fragmented sunlight was shining with brilliant gold. The shadows left by summer completely disappeared, and it was not hot at all. Loren wore a short-sleeved shirt inside and a magic robe outside. His naturally curly hair swayed with the breeze. The autumn sun was very comfortable. He couldn't help but glance at the Quidditch field not far away.

Gryffindor players floated in the air, constantly hitting the Quaffle at the ring. The faces of the small figures were almost invisible, and it was impossible to recognize who they were, but they could be identified just by their movements - the one who was fumbling around in a messy posture was the new goalkeeper Ron; the one who kept washing the goalkeeper with the Quaffle and laughed unscrupulously from time to time was the twin brothers...

Hermione's mumbling lingered in my ears. The little witch was used to mumbling when writing papers, and it was said that it could help her organize her thoughts.

"The basic principles of the summoning spell..."

"Compared with speeding up the chanting speed, optimizing the casting action brings more obvious benefits. Here I quote Ms. Miranda Goshawk's "Universal Optimization Ritual Based on the Principles of Primary Standard Spells". According to the different characteristics of each person, we can explore the most suitable casting action for ourselves to achieve the best casting effect. This idea is also in line with "Basic Spells for Busy and Irritated Wizards"..."

It sounds like a very troublesome high-scoring paper.

Loren casually wrote down several main arguments and keywords on the draft paper, and his mind worked quickly. It took him less than three minutes to put together a paper. After thinking it over and confirming that there was no problem, he immediately wrote on the parchment.

It was just that the original text was 20 inches, and he took out the dregs and condensed it into 8 inches. In the end, he put down his pen before Hermione.

After Hermione finished her Charms homework, she went back to check it again, and took out the Arithmancy questions. She dipped her feather pen in ink and started to calculate.

Hermione was wearing a gray and white wool sweater, which highlighted her slender arms and shoulders. The autumn sun reflected a brighter golden color on it, and her fair face looked like it was glowing.

Loren looked at the length of the parchment, thought for a while, and couldn't help but cover her topic with his hand.

Hermione was stunned for a moment, raised her head and tilted her head slightly, and gave her a puzzled look.

"The weather is so nice, let's go out and get some sun!"

"..."

Hermione didn't have time to think carefully before she was pulled up. She didn't struggle when she noticed Madam Pince's oppressive gaze.

The paper, pen, and ink on the table were packed up. Loren carried his schoolbag in one hand and held the girl's hand in the other. He walked out of the library, walked down the marble stairs, and turned into the hallway. The world in front of him suddenly became bright.

Walking from the dim hallway into the open space, the bright sunshine was a little dazzling. The grass leaves were still full of vitality, decorated with sparkling dewdrops, and were particularly crisp and tender. The hydrangeas clinging to the low wall were still blooming, with large petals and bright blue.

Loren stood next to the roses planted in the castle grounds and shook the girl's hand:

"These are the decorations left over from last year's Christmas ball."

"Yeah."

Hermione smiled with her lips pursed. She was a little reluctant to be pulled out by him at first, but now she felt that this was good, sunny weather, and people with bright smiles.

"I heard that Professor Flitwick left it specially."

"It's not planted very well."

"It looks good like this."

"That's right..."

The red and white roses in the bushes are of different sizes, blooming in a mess. There are not many of them, but there is a kind of beauty of wanton growth.

In such weather, holding hands with such a person, strolling along the path, it seems that you have walked a long way in a blink of an eye. When you come to your senses, you have already arrived at the edge of the Quidditch field. Loren and Hermione found a good view in the audience and sat down, leaning back on the cushions, stretching their legs, lazily stretching their muscles and bones, and watching leisurely.

Professor McGonagall and the commentator are indeed in different positions.

Harry and Ginny were flying around on their brooms, not very fast. Harry said something from time to time, and Ginny listened with sparkling eyes. It didn't seem like they were doing seeker training, but rather they were chatting sweetly.

Tsk, I hate those couples who are not doing their job and talking about love the most!

Loren tilted his head and moved his eyes to the scoring circle.

Angelina led the players to feed the ball to Ron. Ron rushed back to save the ball, and in the blink of an eye, it was hit back from the other side. George and Fred sincerely wanted to train their younger brother, and the various angles of hitting the ball up, down, left, and right were so tricky that Ron was running around the court, not daring to relax for a moment.

"Heh..."

Loren's eyes were blurred and he yawned.

Hermione looked past the court and looked at the higher and farther clouds. The cotton-like clouds were coated 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 find that they have moved.

"Hehe... Do you feel that these clouds are playing statues with you? When you are not paying attention, they stand up and run far away."

"..."

Hermione didn't care. She thought about his thoughts again in a trance and found it very interesting. She couldn't help laughing.

The two sat side by side in the commentary booth at the stadium, watching the twins teasing Ron, Harry and Ginny giggling not far away, and occasionally looking up at the clouds above their heads, watching them drift to the horizon when they were not paying attention, watching the golden edges gradually smudge the entire cloud, and the golden sun turned into a gorgeous orange.

The afternoon passed slowly like this.

The Quidditch team's training was over.

Loren and Hermione walked down the audience seats and walked back slowly along the way they came. Everything in their sight was coated with a layer of golden sunset, and it was a different scene. The players, whose team robes were soaked with sweat, handed their brooms to Harry to return. They changed their clothes in the locker room and returned to the castle with laughter and scolding all the way.

On the other side, Harry was left 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 the old headmaster in a gray robe walking behind him, looking down at him with a smile, his silver-white beard and hair dyed golden by the sunset.

"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 hand on his shoulder brought a sense of security and solidity, as if dispelling the uneasiness of being alone suddenly after a happy time.

"In this case, you can only talk to me, an old man."