Chapter 779 Protest, Strong Protest!

At noon, Hagrid's hut.

The originally spacious room has been expanded to a height of more than ten meters. Smoked chicken and complete black bear fur are hung on the ceiling. Pink umbrellas, moleskin coats, and a giant crossbow are placed on the walls. The floor still retains the old solid wood. The copper kettle that was always placed on the stove in the past has been removed. A huge crucible is on it, emitting hot steam.

There is a big bed in the corner of the room. The bed is made of rags. The bedding looks a bit shabby at first glance, but the gaps in the unclosed zipper reveal white fluff and a few unicorn tail feathers. Combined with the various precious materials placed randomly in the whole house, this hut has a bit more mysterious meaning.

There are huge wooden tables and wooden chairs in front of the fire. At this moment, five little wizards, two giants, and a hound are sitting around the dining table. Lunch is the result of Hagrid and Grawp's busy work for half a day: a pot of steaming broth, with a basket of pies for each person.

"Happy birthday to Hagrid!"

"Happy birthday!"

"Tsk, who would have thought that this Hagrid is already 69 years old."

"There is no research on the life span of giants at present."

"Don't talk about studying at this time."

"Thank you, thank you..."

Hagrid was so moved that he couldn't speak clearly. He could only say thank you repeatedly and wiped his snot and tears with a handkerchief. The 69-year-old half-blood giant cried like a child. Perhaps he felt that this look was not in line with the identity of a school professor. He grabbed a few pies to cover up his gaffe.

The pie was a bit choking, so he picked up the porcelain bowl as big as his head and gulped down the boiling broth.

The main ingredients of the broth are beef, including sirloin, ribs, and knee bones. Then, they are mixed with ham and smoked turkey that have been pickled for a short time. A pot of stew is put into a huge crucible. It starts from early morning. When the time is almost up, a small half pot of broth is poured into another crucible, and tomatoes, potatoes, carrots and other vegetables that are grown by themselves are poured into it.

I couldn't tell what kind of animal the soup was made of. It had all kinds of flavors. The fat and flavor of the meat were stewed into the soup. The soup was delicious, salty and fragrant, with a faint sweetness of tomatoes and carrots. It flowed down the esophagus into the stomach, and the warm and comfortable feeling came from the bones and flesh, making the whole person warm.

I bit a hole in the pie baked by Mrs. Weasley and soaked it in the soup, waiting for the dry crust to absorb the soup. The meat filling inside became more delicious. After taking a bite, my mouth was full of fresh and fragrant soup.

Hagrid started just to cover up his embarrassment, but the pie with broth made him want to eat more and more. He ate half a basket of pie without thinking and exhaled with satisfaction.

The level of the broth in the crucible dropped a little.

The pure-blooded giant Grawp was a little anxious, but he had not yet fully learned human language, so he could only stammer and express briefly: "Slow down! Grawp chops wood! Wait for Loren..."

Loren only understood a small part.

He chopped the firewood for cooking the broth. He started cooking the broth in the morning, and the aroma of meat began to waft in about half an hour. He and Yaya were so greedy that they could almost cook another pot of broth. If they hadn't been waiting for Loren and the others, they wouldn't have missed out on the taste yet.

Grawp had given up protesting and hurried to enjoy it.

He poured the broth that was still bubbling in the pot directly into his mouth, and then stuffed a few pies into it, swallowing them down with a gulp, his tongue was numb.

"Hiss... huhu..."

He didn't slow down even when his mouth was burned, as if he was competing with his brother in speed.

Pure-blooded giants are tough.

Loren grinned at the sight.

Compared to broth with pies, Loren preferred the almost stewed beef brisket, the lean meat with fascia, soft and tasty.

Hermione and Ginny, the two girls next to him, preferred carrots, which were sweet and melted with a light sip.

Harry and Ron were also wolfing down the food, not caring that the broth was hot and exhaling hot steam from their mouths. In fact, there was no need to be so anxious. Loren had calculated the amount of food he could eat when he told them the recipe. There was half a cauldron of broth next to them, and Hagrid's own vegetables and fruits were full of storage scales, which was enough to provide two giants with a lunch.

If it was not enough, there were frozen rock cakes and fruit cakes in front of the fireplace.

This would fill you up.

...

After lunch.

Grawp had a dull expression and a sluggish look, as if he had turned into a silly giant again. He collapsed on Hagrid's big bed, half of his body dragged on the floor, his stomach bulged, and when he turned over and shook, he could hear the sound of rolling waves.

Hagrid moved the two giant cauldrons to the wall, covered them with lids, and took them out to heat them up in the evening. With the rock cakes made of solid ingredients, this was his and Grawp's dinner.

Harry and Ron were helping to clean up the tableware and pots, and the girls cleaned the table.

Loren didn't have to work because he provided the recipe.

Sitting on a chair covered with a unicorn blanket, Loren lazily watched them busying themselves, his head relaxed, not thinking about anything, not brewing sleep, purely rational daze.

Hermione came over and sat next to him, leaning for a while, and whispered: "I want to sit at the door and blow the wind."

"Emm..."

Loren pondered for a moment.

The fireplace in the room was burning vigorously. It was indeed a bit stuffy after lunch. His cheeks and forehead were slightly hot, and he also wanted to blow the cool wind.

"Then blow for a while." Loren said lazily, "Don't blow for a long time, just blow a little."

"..."

The chair was moved to the door, the door was opened a crack, and the cold wind poured in straight, with a few snowflakes, falling on his body and quickly melting, giving him a chill, and a few strands of Hermione's hair fell on his face. It's shaking, itchy and crispy.

"Professor McGonagall has started counting the Christmas detention lists. Should we stay at school this holiday or go home?"

"Go home, go home. There is no special reason to stay in school this year. Grandpa Bates will scold you if you don't go back."

"Then go back and write a letter to tell them that night."

"Just let Hanhan deliver it. Don't come back after you send it home. It's cold now, so there's no need for Hanhan to send any letters, so as not to have to fly twice during the holidays."

"..."

Hermione glanced at him and felt that the cold wind was almost gone. She reached out and closed the door, "It's just that you don't have to accept letters. Hanhan still has to help me deliver letters to Nancy, to magazines, and to many pen pals who communicate with me."

"Nancy..."

Loren thought of the group of wizards from the Magic Congress of the United States. After thinking for a moment, he asked, "Counting the time, it's been almost half a year. Are Nancy and Pickley going back soon?"

"Um."

Hermione nodded: "The trial of the Death Eaters is over, and the Ministry of Magic's investigation is basically over. They are going home for Christmas, and Mr. Kohaug is also going back to complete the final campaign for President of Congress."

"When will Mr. Kohaug leave?"

"The weekend before Christmas, when we go home for the holidays."

"I have been away from the MACUSA headquarters for more than half a year. Is there any chance of winning when I return now?"

"Don't forget that Nancy and Picquery came to the Ministry of Magic with him. They represent the Bute family, the Graves family and the Picquery family behind the scenes. Not to mention that Mr. Kohaug also won over Ilvermorny. support..."

Hermione's voice was very soft, her words were even and unhurried, and she listed the wizards running for president of the Magical Congress of the United States one by one, analyzed their situations, and estimated their possibility of winning the election. She was meticulous and rigorous, as if she had already seen it. result.

Outside the door is the howling wind and snow, and inside the house is a roaring fire.

Loren listened quietly, tilted his head slightly, and looked at the girl beside him who was talking, his eyes slightly dazed.

His Hermione seems a bit powerful.

"I remember that the International Federation of Wizards is about to be held again, right?"

"Yes, it is held every four years. The last one was the fourth year. The year of the Goblet of Fire. The next joint conference will be held next summer."

"That's it..."

Loren nodded thoughtfully and said in a different tone: "Can you help me make an appointment with Mr. Kohaug?"

"Um?"

…

December 19th.

Loren and Neville sat facing each other at opposite ends of the round table.

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After all, Neville is the prefect of Gryffindor. Although he has a gentle and kind personality, he is always cheerful. Occasionally, when he encounters a classmate who violates school rules, he only gently dissuades him. If he can't dissuade him, he will discuss it with Parvati and report it to the police. Professor McGonagall, arrange a point-deduction and confinement package. In addition, he and Loren were roommates, and because of his parents, he was grateful and admired Loren. During the holidays, he would also give him Honeydukes candy gift boxes, which was very nice to him.

But when Professor McGonagall called him for an interview, he really couldn't cover it up for him, so he could only convey the professor's warning in person.

"Many supernatural incidents occurred some time ago. In the bathrooms of the castle, the common rooms of the four colleges, and even Hufflepuff's dormitory, more than a dozen freshmen reported seeing the devil's smile in the middle of the night, appearing and disappearing quickly. They will show up again when they let down their guard..."

Neville paused and sighed: "Based on their description, Professor Flitwick judged it to be a Halloween jack-o-lantern."

"Yeah?"

Loren put his chin on his hand, frowned his eyebrows, and said with confusion on his face: "It's strange, how come the jack-o-lantern suddenly appears and disappears suddenly? Hogwarts is indeed a magical castle. Even though it has been here for seven years, there are still... There’s so much magic we haven’t discovered yet.”

"..."

Neville's expression was extremely helpless: "All the professors were in the conference room at that time. Professor Hagrid said that all the jack-o-lanterns have been basically destroyed, and only a few of the scariest ones are given to you as a souvenir."

"What do you mean?" Loren frowned and felt distressed, "Do the professors doubt me?"

"All the professors were in the conference room at that time..."

Neville repeated helplessly: "Professor Babbling is also here. She said that she is helping you perfect some kind of space teleportation alchemy circle recently."

"Do you think it was me who did it based on these two points?"

"Yes, Professor McGonagall and Professor Snape both believe that the evidence is conclusive and consistent with your long-term character and habits, so it must be you who did it."

"Slander! Pure slander!"

Loren slapped the table with indignation, his hands turning red, trying to prove his innocence: "Hogwarts is such a big place, doesn't it require evidence when handling a case? Where is the principal? Where are the school rules?"

"All the professors were in the conference room at that time..." Neville emphasized again, "The punishment decided by the headmaster himself will not deduct Gryffindor house points, but will be changed to two weeks of confinement. The professor asked me to tell you that when you return from Christmas vacation, Report to Mr. Filch after school."

"hateful!"

There is no possibility of appeal.

The principal's decision is final in the first instance.

Loren strongly protested against this. Even though there was no direct evidence, they decided to convict based on stereotypes and prejudice. This was a violation of school rules and a betrayal of Ravenclaw!

We have to protest even when we are in confinement, and we still have to protest during holidays.

Loren still sat in his seat and muttered.

Neville got up and packed his luggage. Christmas was next week on Thursday, and Hogwarts had an early holiday. The express train would leave on time tomorrow morning to take the little wizards home for the holidays.

Harry and Ron had almost finished cleaning up and were worrying about the end game of wizard chess.

Seamus finally fought to stay in school this year. It is said that he used his last year at Hogwarts as an excuse to convince his mother, a witch who was also a student. Unfortunately, all the other roommates went home this year.

This is so uncomfortable!

This directly caused him to feel listless and unable to cheer up for the upcoming Christmas holiday.

It took Loren a few minutes to calm down and get over the shock of "having been at Hogwarts for several years, not being in solitary confinement since the second grade, and then falling apart just before graduation."

Loren looked up and saw the expression on his roommate's face was distorted, and couldn't help but pat him on the shoulder: "Seamus, you don't seem to be in a good mood? You are also mourning the moral decline of Hogwarts and suffering injustice for me. And regretful, right?”

"Not at all."

Seamus waved his hand and said very bluntly: "In the name of Merlin, tell me honestly, are those jack-o'-lanterns a prank on your part?"

"This is not a prank, this is my souvenir to Hogwarts."

"So that's what you did, and the professors were right."

"How can this be right?"

Loren frowned and retorted, followed by words such as "procedural justice is visible justice", "the referee process must be fair and just", "participatory neutrality and equivalence", which caused the roommates to burst into laughter, both inside and outside the dormitory. The air is full of joy.

…

"Bang!"

The man with a straight face buttoned up his suitcase, sat down on the bed nearby, exhaled a long breath, relaxed his body, and said with a relaxed expression, "I can finally go home!"

"Are you unhappy here?" Nancy sat on the sofa not far away with a gentle smile on her face.

"It's nice to gain experience and knowledge while working here. After all, the MAC has not held such a large-scale trial of dark wizards for many years. It's just that the food here is too unpalatable!" Pikli waved his hand: "I originally thought The food here is bad enough, but the food in Britain is even worse."

"I'll go home tomorrow."

"By the way, has Mr. Kohaug decided where to meet Loren?"

"It's been decided."

"where?"

"Onboard the Hogwarts Express."

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