Chapter 581 What Is a Surprise?

September 19, Tuesday.

It was raining heavily, and the glass-like raindrops hit the diamond-shaped glass on the castle's outer wall, making crackling sounds.

The fifth-year wizards of Gryffindor had just finished a morning class and were preparing to cross the courtyard to return to the Great Hall for lunch. Although there were bricks and tiles above the corridor to protect the rain, the two sides were open. The cold wind from all directions blew the robes up and fluttered in the wind.

Hermione returned to the long table and found a seat to sit down. She cast a spell to dry the sleeves of her robes that were wet by the rain. She took the warm pumpkin juice in front of Loren, gulped down a big mouthful, and exhaled comfortably.

Ignoring Loren's rolling eyes, Hermione handed over her plate and pushed his shoulder: "Hurry up, hurry up, I want beef pie, cheese macaroni, condensed milk applesauce..."

"Ah..."

Who made her birthday today.

Otherwise, I must treat her to big chestnuts!

Loren took two plates, stood up and walked a distance away, and put all the food the little witch wanted to eat on the plate. The condensed milk applesauce was far away, so he took a portion from the Hufflepuff table next to him.

The little witch ate with a satisfied look on her face, smiling at him from time to time, saying that the food brought to her mouth should be more delicious, which made Loren's appetite much better.

Chewing the steak, he looked up at the magic dome of the auditorium. It was covered with dark clouds and the wind was howling. It seemed that the autumn rain today would be difficult to stop.

"I probably can't go to the Care of Magical Creatures class in the afternoon. I wonder if I still need to go to the greenhouse for Herbology?" Loren tasted a mouthful of cream of mushroom soup, and the slightly hot soup slowly flowed down the esophagus into the stomach, warm and hot.

Although he knew that this was not good for the esophagus, few people could refuse this comfortable enjoyment in such weather.

"The greenhouse doesn't need to be exposed to the rain, so we must go to class as usual."

"..."

The chattering voices were drowned in the rich and tempting aroma. The metal knives and forks collided with the porcelain plates, making crisp sounds. The little wizards talked about the morning classes, complained about the bad weather today, and talked about the interesting things in their extracurricular life.

After lunch time was over.

Students with classes walked to the classroom in groups of three or five, and the little wizards without classes returned to the common room. People gradually left and the auditorium gradually became empty.

Harry suggested going to the empty classroom to wait for Hagrid to see if there were any new animals today. Ron hurriedly pulled Neville and Seamus together. He originally wanted to greet a few people, but he looked at the corner at the end of the long table--

Loren and Hermione lay side by side on the table, their chins resting on their arms, and their other hands holding a spoon to fiddle with the same strawberry pudding. The soft and elastic pudding shook gently, and the color was tempting.

"Let's go, Ron!"

Ron turned around and saw Harry staring at him seriously: "Don't bother them, let's go to the empty classroom early."

"Why not call them?"

"I can't explain it to you clearly, just listen to me."

"Really?"

Harry nodded seriously, as if he was a professor who was convincing.

"Oh, then let's go."

"By the way, do you know what classes Ginny and the others have in the afternoon?"

"The first class is Herbology, and then there's nothing else."

"Oh..."

On the long table in Gryffindor, Hermione scooped out a spoonful of jelly and put it in her mouth, estimating how many spoonfuls of strawberry pulp were left. She wanted to eat the strawberry pulp as soon as possible, but she also wanted the present time to stay a little longer.

Loren pinched the spoon and gestured twice, estimating the remaining volume of the pudding. He felt that he could stuff the whole pudding into his stomach in two bites, but he didn't know how the little witch would react if he snatched the pulp.

She probably wouldn't cry, but she would probably punch him twice.

It's really exciting just to think about it!

"Haven't you said happy birthday to me yet?"

"Slander! The first thing I said when I went downstairs this morning was to wish you a happy birthday!"

"Is that so..." Hermione scooped another spoonful of milk jelly and sipped it in her mouth, tasting the sweetness, "Then what about my birthday present?"

"..." Loren put down the spoon and thought for a few seconds. Finally, he gave up the suspense and took out a delicate feather pen from the pendant. "I was going to give you jewelry at first, but you already have a pendant, and you don't usually wear earrings or bracelets. I thought about it for a long time and finally decided to give you a feather pen. This is what you use the most."

"Is there anything special?"

"I modified its feather tube and stored a lot of ink in it, enough for you to use until graduation."

Hermione pinched the feather pen and made a writing gesture, gestured twice and put it in the pocket of her robe, squinting her eyes with joy: "Thank you! I like this gift very much!"

Loren secretly glanced at the little witch who picked up the spoon to eat pudding again, and breathed a sigh of relief.

She probably wouldn't have thought of that...

Just then, Hermione suddenly raised her head and came over, looking at him with sparkling eyes: "Did you hide some strawberry cake in the Room of Requirement, and plan to surprise me tonight?"

"!!"

This girl is a bit scary!

Someone was furious after his plan was exposed, and decided to eat her strawberries!

...

When we arrived at the empty classroom on the first floor, most of the students had already assembled. Hagrid moved all the tables, chairs and benches to the wall, and only placed a long shelf table in the middle of the classroom. It was piled with wet Bowtruckles, who were fighting over the ground beetles. Their hands and feet were slender, and their palms were like leaves, just like countless living branches wriggling.

Harry and Ron were standing by the table, poking the little guys with wands in their hands, and chatting with Hagrid.

Occasionally, an angry Bowtruckle would climb up with the wand and try to scratch them, but would be slapped away by a calloused, thick-skinned hybrid giant. The little guys got used to being slapped too often, and the two little wooden creatures were left to fend for themselves. Poke it with a stick and eat your own bastard.

"Hagrid, how is Grawp doing?" Harry asked.

"He's been learning how to make barbecue by himself recently. He can't wait to pick it up and eat it before it's done." Hagrid chuckled, and there were no scars on his face. "I'm teaching him some simple words, by the way. There’s your name!”

Ron smacked his lips and laughed: "It can't be Hager, Len and Hermie, right?"

Hagrid didn't care at all and laughed: "Yes, he can only call Loren by his first name now."

"..."

Hermione was discovered by her roommate as soon as she entered the classroom. Lavender hurried over, pulled Hermione's sleeve and walked to the corner: "Hermione, come and take a look, Lavender and I are talking about Bowtruckle There’s something wrong with the sketch, it looks different from what’s on the table!”

Loren glanced at the sketch on their table and thought to himself, "That picture of yours is not a Bowtruckle, it's clearly the young Groot!"

The girls murmured, but drawing is magical. When I lowered my head to draw a finger, it felt like only two minutes had passed, but when I looked up, I found that half an hour had passed.

Fortunately, Professor Hagrid asked them to hand over their homework to the prefect, Parvati, and Lavender was able to draw a few more fingers.

This lesson is still about bowtruckles. The main content is the role of each part of their body in responding to the environment. For example, the fingers are slender and can be bent to facilitate fishing out borers from tree holes. The soles of their feet are flexible and flexible to facilitate their fishing in trees. Swinging back and forth, my hair is shaped like leaves to avoid getting wet from the rain...

Not very interesting content.

However, the sound of lectures was mixed with the patter of rain, and the class passed by in this way.

The next class was Herbology. The fifth-year Gryffindors and Hufflepuffs were in class together. They braved the wind and rain and trudged toward the greenhouse. The two groups of brothers were chatting happily while treading water.

Just in time for the fourth-year students to finish class, Harry and Ginny exchanged glances again, making each other blush with embarrassment.

…

"Kreacher! I'm going to chop off your head and stuff it into the fireplace and burn it to ashes!"

The sole heir to No. 12 Grimmauld Place roared in the foyer, breaking the peaceful and leisurely afternoon at Blake's old house.

Sirius stood in the hallway, staring blankly at the mother and daughter standing at the door. The corners of his eyes twitched. The authority he had just scolded the house elf seemed to be completely blown away by the cold air pouring into the door. His lips were silent for a long time, unable to say a word. If it were complete, it wasn't until the curtain of the portrait next to it slid open that I finally came back to my senses.

Without waiting for the portrait of Old Lady Black to scream, he waved his wand violently, and unprecedented magic burst out. He quickly closed the curtains together and cast a dozen sealing spells in succession. Even if Snape came, he could only Use Shen Feng Wuying to cut.

The house elf, who had always been loyal to the old lady, looked away. Kreacher seemed not to notice Master Sirius's offensive behavior and extended his hand in a respectful manner: "Ms. Carver, Miss Carver, please come in..."

This was what Molly and Lupine, who hurried up after hearing the roar, saw. The lady was a very ordinary woman, probably in her early thirties. Her skin was delicate and cold white, her face was not delicate, and there were some wrinkles at the corners of her eyes, but she wore a pair of His dark and resolute eyes gave off a tenacious temperament to his whole life, making him look durable.

The girl next to her, who looked about seventeen or eighteen years old, was looking at everything in Blake's old house, her bright eyes unblinking.

Molly had seen that look on Arthur before, probably out of curiosity when seeing Muggle electrical appliances.

"Well, let me introduce you..." Sirius's cheeks showed unprecedented shame, "This is Molly Weasley, and this is Remus Lupin, currently living in my house... I told you, there is some trouble in the magic world, they..."

"Saving the world!"

The girl at the door shouted happily. She couldn't wait to rush forward and shook their hands one by one. "Hello, I'm Marjorie. I heard Sirius told your story. I always thought that he You're kidding me, it's incredible..."

Betty smiled gently at the two of them, and naturally stretched out her hand to hold Sirius's hand: "Don't look at her now, she was scared when Kreacher found us... Meet Betty Carver, Sirius's fiancée……"

"Oh, come in and sit down..." Molly greeted enthusiastically.

Lupine glanced at the two people who were gradually walking away, and then looked at Sirius, whose cheeks were flushed, with a joking smile on his lips: "The famous Sirius Black is actually shy, unbelievable, really unbelievable..."

"You...I..." Sirius held it in for a long time, clenched his fists and gave him two blows. In the end, he could only stare at the house elf at the door who brought him this surprise. For a moment, he didn't know whether to thank or blame him. , "Who told you to do this, and how did you find them?"

"I saw you releasing the owl this morning..." Kreacher curled his neck, glanced at him quietly, and replied cautiously, "The owl is not flying towards Hogwarts, so I just wanted to follow it and have a look..."

Sirius:……

Kreacher said cautiously: "Master Sirius, you are the only one left in the Black family. The Dark Lord has made a comeback. What if... we can't make the Black family disappear completely, don't you think?"

Sirius laughed angrily: "Who gave you this idea?"

Kreacher's expression was serious and he looked down upon death: "No one gave Kreacher any ideas. Kreacher came up with it himself."

"You...do you think I will believe it?"

Lupine looked at Sirius, whose face turned red, whether from embarrassment or annoyance, and put his arm around his shoulders and patted him: "Now is not the time to worry about this, let's entertain the guests first!"

…

Gryffindor common room.

eight pm.

Loren sat on the sofa and looked around, wondering, where is Hermione, how come she disappeared in the blink of an eye?

Parvati came out of nowhere and patted his shoulder: "Loren, Hermione asked me to tell you that she is waiting for you at her old place."

"..."

Why are there still people jumping ahead?

Loren scratched his head, said goodbye to Parvati, got up and walked out of the portrait hole.

After passing the portrait of a troll beating silly Barnabas and pacing back and forth outside a seemingly ordinary corridor, Loren successfully opened the door to the Room of Requirement and successfully met the little witch who had fled.

Hermione stood in a neat room, wearing a light purple-blue gown with flowing and light fabric. Because it was last year's size, part of the girl's calf was exposed, which was very eye-catching and made her even taller.

Loren couldn't remember exactly how he walked into the room or what exactly they said.

It seems that I ate strawberry cake...

It seems like dancing...

At the end of the memory, the candles in the room were dim and the lights were dim.

Hermione slowly raised her arms and put her arms around his waist. Fortunately, neither of them could see each other's expressions, otherwise they would both be amused by the other's blushing face. She leaned into her arms and said softly: "Loren, thank you, I I really like your gift...and...you."

Loren hugged the soft waist in his arms, breathing in the familiar fragrance, and his hot breath rolled by her ears. There was a smile in his voice, and he asked softly: "I didn't hear what you just said. "

Hermione's ears itched, and she shrank into her arms uncomfortably, hugging her tighter: "I said I like your gift very much."

"What about the last sentence?"

"There will be no more after that. I don't understand what you are talking about?" Hermione felt that this person was going too far. Even though he heard clearly, he still asked her to say it again.

Loren chuckled, slowly loosened his embrace, and untied the little witch's hands, staring at her with dark eyes, shining brightly.

Hermione's breathing was a little rapid, and she watched helplessly as his lips pressed down. The hot temperature first fell on her lips, as if she was tasting some rare delicacy. The tip of her tongue, the corners of her lips, her chin, and stretched to her neck. It was warm and soft, but not cold. Sucking hard suddenly.

Hermione raised her head and snorted impatiently, feeling panicked and confused.