Chapter 796 The Student Days Are Over

"What should I choose for the fourth question? Who founded the Law Enforcement Department? Perseus Parkinson or Eldridge Diggory?"

"Uh, it's Ulic Gamp."

"Gamp!? Isn't he a wizard in the field of Transfiguration?"

"You should be talking about Gamp's Transfiguration Law. That's another Gamp."

"Damn, can't they choose a special name?"

"..."

"Crack, crack..."

Loren stood in the corridor outside the examination room, chewing hazelnut snacks while listening to the students around him answering, smiling, with a happy expression, enjoying it in every sense.

Seeing Hermione walk out of the classroom, he did not stop talking. He took out a handful of hazelnuts from his coat pocket and handed them to Hermione who was approaching slowly: "You really have a beginning and an end. You have to wait until the bell rings to hand in such a simple magic thing. Miss Granger has been in school for seven years, and she still looks like a child when she returns."

"The last discussion took up time."

Hermione took the hazelnuts from his palm, put it in her mouth and tasted one, and was slightly silent: "If I remember correctly, this is the snack I bought for Hanhan last week."

"Hehe..."

Loren grinned twice: "Is it delicious?"

"..."

It tastes really good.

Hermione couldn't overcome her psychological barrier, so she silently put the remaining hazelnuts back into his pocket and calmly brought the topic back to the exam: "How did you answer the last essay question?"

"I roughly calculated the score after reading the question, and found that I could get the certificate even if I threw away that question, so I simply didn't write it."

"..."

The students in the corridor gradually dispersed, and the seventh-year graduates scattered all over the school. With the relief and relaxation of the end of the exam, they enjoyed the evening scene of the school. After the last exam, some smart students have realized that the time they stay in school has begun to count down.

If nothing unexpected happens, it will be difficult to come back here.

Many students are walking downstairs, wanting to walk in the courtyard and the shore of the Black Lake, breathe fresh air, and taste this extremely special, special feeling that should only happen once in this life.

Loren and Hermione walked upstairs and unknowingly came to the top of the tower.

Sitting on the edge of the outer wall, Loren was still muttering about the exam just now: "... I handed in the paper early and planned to wait for you. I found that you were busy doing the questions, so I went to the courtyard to bask in the sun for a while."

"Are you really not going to write anything on it?"

Hermione sat next to him, her legs hanging naturally, swaying gently with the breeze: "For example, your plan, such as the new space transfer device, such as the irreconcilable contradictions between Muggles and wizards, the demands of other magical creatures... Maybe they can be persuaded to help at the International Wizarding Federation Conference."

"It's unnecessary. Their help can speed up the progress. If they don't want to help, they can't stop me. Why waste so much ink and paper?"

Hermione's eyes flashed: "Is Mr. Morgan showing his dictatorial thinking?"

"Emm..."

Loren chewed the hazelnut in his mouth and swallowed it into his stomach. He looked up at Hermione who was secretly glancing at his expression and fed her a hazelnut to block her mouth: "If you can't speak, you don't have to speak."

Hermione was unmoved and pursed her lips.

"Hmm?"

Loren immediately became interested, and reached out with his other hand to pinch the white and tender nose, and soon he pried open a crack in this hard mouth.

Unfortunately, the teeth inside were tightly closed, and the hazelnut was still blocked out.

Loren couldn't think of any other way in a short time, so he could only sacrifice himself to influence this cold and hard mouth, and this time it was pried open soon.

Not only is it not hard, but it is also fragrant and soft.

This kind of hazelnut has been processed by a special method, and has gone through multiple processes of drying, baking and frying. Salt, sugar, cream and spices are added in the middle, and finally it is shelled and packaged with magic. It is also a high-end snack in the owl group. It has a rich milky aroma, and the collision of salty and sweet flavors creates a wonderful feeling. It is really delicious.

...

In midsummer June, it is the hottest time of the year. The night of Hogwarts also retains the heat, mixed with the excitement of the students after the exam, and it is still hot late at night.

After saying goodnight to the Fat Lady and entering the portrait hole, the noise in the common room still did not stop. Dozens of candles floated under the ceiling, and the torches and oil lamps on the wall were still lit. The various colors of firelight made the room as bright as day. In this lively atmosphere, the roar of fighting in wizard chess, the scream of Gobstone spraying acid, and the cheers of Quidditch on the table were intertwined, and they all came together to burst out a lasting laughter, which was not harsh at all.

Such a lively scene would be staged every year, lasting for a few days, and would not stop until the eve of the year-end party.

As soon as Loren and Hermione, who came back late, walked into the common room, they were pulled to sit by the window. They were all friends who were familiar with each other. It was surprising that Harry and Ron did not participate in those games of wizard chess and Quidditch. Everyone sat together and chatted, looking back on the past. How many times have they sat here on the night of returning to school after the holidays, and it was also such a scene. Now when I think of it, I can only sigh with emotion.

Then Loren exposed him: "You were all rushing to finish your homework at that time."

"..."

No mistake, one post, one content, one book, one forum, one 6, one 9!

The scene was a little awkward, but fortunately, everyone tacitly didn't say anything and just muddled through it.

Somehow, when we talked about the night, we talked about astronomy, and when we talked about astronomy, we thought about stargazing in the first year and returning to the dormitory. When we passed by the corridor, we met Professor Quirrell, and the topic gradually turned from Quirrell's turban to the curse in the Defense Against the Dark Arts class, and talked about the current Professor Lupin...

"I remember that when Professor Lupine came to school for the first time, he took the express train with us, and he encountered a dementor."

"The first time he came to school should have been when he was a student."

"Yes..."

"After so many Defense Against the Dark Arts professors, I still think Professor Lupine is the most suitable."

"Professor Bagshot is not bad either. He speaks very philosophically."

"I think Professor Moody in the fourth grade was the most profound."

"Really?"

"..."

It seemed like there were endless topics to talk about, and it seemed like this party would never end.

After chatting until early in the morning, Loren became a little sleepy, stood up and yawned:

"I'm going back to the dormitory to sleep."

"It's only one o'clock now, let's talk for a few more hours and watch the sunrise."

"The sun rises every day, what's so great about it?"

"..."

Hermione turned and glanced at him.

"Save some energy for tomorrow. If possible, say goodbye to Knight Cadogan and Sir Nicholas, and then chat with the professors. The exam is over, and you can almost estimate your grades. You can have another career consultation. If your grades are up to If it’s not up to standard, ask about letters of recommendation.”

Loren yawned lazily, pulled Hermione and turned around to leave. They said good night to each other at the bottom of the stairs, walked up the steps slowly, and their figures gradually disappeared, as if the noise did not affect them at all, and they were different from others. Different flags.

The classmates sitting around the window looked at each other and scratched their heads.

In the past, I felt that they were relatively mature, and their cognitive perspective and cognitive level seemed to be different from them. Now this feeling is even stronger.