days at Hogwarts

Chapter 422 Heartbeat (Page 12)

Half past eleven in the evening.

In a bedroom on the fifth floor of the Burrow, Loren turned over in a daze on the pillow, his eyelashes trembled slightly, and a pair of black eyes slowly opened.

When he turned over, the unkempt curly hair left traces of lines on his forehead, itching, and the aroma of wine and apple cider vinegar was infiltrated in his mouth and nose.

Pulling off the quilt to get some air, Loren lay flat on the bed, looking at the poster of the Chadli Artillery Corps on the ceiling of the room, and blinked. His brain was now restarting, and the vague memories of the recent past were slowly being loaded.

After the cake was distributed at the dinner, George and Fred secretly drank whiskey and almost stood on the table...

After they sang, they poured the champagne into the cider bottles and gave everyone a large glass.

What happened next...

Loren scratched his head and continued to read the chaotic and fuzzy memories in his memory.

Ginny dragged Harry to see the ghoul upstairs, Ron shouted that he wanted to compete with Crookshanks, and George and Fred actually stood on the table and sang in front of the Weasleys. , claiming that when school starts, he will stand in the guest seat of Hogwarts Hall and sing.

What were he and Hermione doing—looking like they were giggling the whole time.

Loren's expression became a little complicated after he breathed a sigh of relief.

Although he hasn't done anything embarrassing, he hasn't received Hermione's gift yet!

George and Fred got me wrong!

It was almost twelve o'clock. In order to sleep tonight, Loren, who had missed the opportunity, began to comfort himself: the gifts were all from Hermione, and he could receive them when he got up tomorrow. It was the same gift, just a little bit different. It's a little late - that's weird!

Can the gift I receive on my birthday be the same as the gift I receive the next day?

The room was pitch dark, Loren's eyes were staring straight at the Chadley Artillery Team's broom on the ceiling, with deep resentment, and the more he thought about it, the angrier he became. His eyes were so bright that they seemed to be glowing, and he was not sleepy at all.

Suddenly he looked at the window of the room. There was a rustling sound for a while, and the footsteps of some small animal were getting closer and closer, light and agile.

There was a click, a fluffy little paw rested on the glass window, and a small ferret's head suddenly popped out from the lower right corner.

The ferret pushed open the glass and got in. He walked lightly along the bed and headed straight for Loren.

Loren quickly closed her eyes.

The ferret stepped on the quilt and came to Loren's pillow. He smelled the smell of wine and apple cider vinegar, and waved his paw in disgust... Mrs. Weasley should really wash them with a cleaning spell before putting them on the bed.

Hermione glanced at Loren secretly. Probably due to the effect of alcohol, the man's cheeks were a little red and he looked very quiet with his eyes closed.

"Happy birthday--"

Just as Hermione was reciting this sentence silently in her heart, her eyes suddenly opened, her black eyes sparkling with a joking smile. The next moment, the person in front of her suddenly shrank and turned into a white cat. He walked around behind him, grabbed the back of her neck, and jumped toward the window with light movements.

The room quickly retreated, passing through the glass window to the roof. She was swayed by the lift and ran and jumped all the way, crossing the neat roof tiles and the crooked chimney, and they came to the branch of the largest sycamore tree in the garden.

The ferret turned into a girl in pajamas. Loren released the transformation and looked at her with a smile: "In order to give me a birthday gift, you specially used an Animagus to sneak into the house?"

"No." Hermione turned her head away from him, deliberately pretending to be asleep and not bothering with him about the scary thing.

Loren came close to her and smiled: "Then what are you doing sneaking in?"

Hermione changed direction again: "Nothing, not anyway."

Loren looked into her eyes carefully with a smile, nodded, sat down next to her, and stretched out his feet: "Okay, okay, in the middle of the night when everyone is asleep, you use Animagus to sneak in room, sneak into my bed, just to see me.”

"..." Hermione didn't want to speak anymore, letting the blush creep onto her cheeks.

Loren stopped teasing the shy girl, leaned his head on her shoulder, and swayed his feet to feel the peace and beauty of this moment.

After an unknown amount of time, Hermione took out the silver coin from her pocket and handed it over: "I burned the corresponding runes on two different silver coins. As long as one end touches the rune, the same change will occur on the other end. This enables simple communication.”

"cell phone?"

"It can't transmit sounds and images, only simple messages." Hermione whispered.

Loren looked at the silver coins in his hand. Elf silver coins are a currency that only circulates in small amounts within the elves. The country of elves has disappeared, and most of the elves now use the currency system of copper Nats, silver Sickles, and gold galleons.

Most of the current fairy silver coins are used for commemorative collections, and only a small amount is minted every year. Unlike another silver coin, silver coins, the casting materials include many rare metals, so they are often used in alchemy and special magic rituals.

The front of this silver coin shows the silver gate of Gringotts, with a small motto engraved on it: "Taking blindly and getting something for nothing will be the most severe punishment." On the back is a ferocious fire dragon with one eye open to a slit.

A faint blue light lit up in Loren's eyes. The main structure of the array was divided into two layers. The lower layer was responsible for transmission and response. The upper layer was 26 letters and common symbols. It was not difficult to make, but the design was very complicated. Ingenuity.

The silver coin was placed flat on the first knuckle of the middle finger, and the ring finger held the edge and pressed lightly. The silver coin flipped over in the hand, dancing with silvery white light. Loren asked: "What is the distance limit?"

"I didn't take that into consideration."

“What are the main zodiac runes used?”

"I just picked the runes that fit Mithril."

"That's it..." Loren held the silver coin in the air, level with the moon, reflecting the bright silver light. "Relying on the special material of mithril and fairy silver coins, the maximum distance is about a thousand miles. We can add more next time." Some astrological symbols."

"Oh." Hermione responded dully.

"Okay," Loren tossed the silver coin up, caught it, and put it into his pocket, "I've finished reading the silver coin, where's my birthday gift?"

"?"

Hermione's eyebrows knitted together, she looked at him, then at the silver coins in his hand, and asked doubtfully, "Isn't this the gift I gave you?"

Loren also frowned and looked at her, and said seriously: "If I only have it, it can be considered a gift. You also have this silver coin, and I also have it, so how can it be considered a gift... It's not your birthday today, you say Right?"

Hermione was stunned.

Do you want to listen to what you are saying?

Loren quickly urged: "Okay, give me a birthday gift quickly."

Hermione was silent for a while, then handed over another silver coin: "Then take this one from me too."

Loren pushed the silver coins away and looked at her doubtfully: "What's the use of asking for two silver coins by myself, when I can send a message to myself?"

"..."

Hermione looked at this man with a sad expression: "What birthday present do you want?"