Popular Web NovelsChapter 495 The Last DayChapter 495 The Last Day
June 23, morning.
The Potions practical exam ended at ten in the morning, and the little wizards who walked out of the classroom looked a little dazed.
Professor Snape's teaching content this school year is not complicated. The focus is on the identification of different types of poisons and the preparation of antidotes. During class, he often threatened Gryffindor students. On Tuesday, he Wei said that he would test the poison with Leif the toad, and Thursday said that he would poison Harry's Halloween and Christmas dinners...
What no one expected was that the final practical exam question was the Stamina Potion , some students from Gryffindor House and Hufflepuff House who were obsessed with guessing the questions said they were deceived.
Loren did not go to the library to review with Hermione, but made an appointment to meet in the Great Hall later. He stayed to help Professor Snape.
After the students' potions were boiled, they were put into slender glass bottles. According to the color, layering state, and viscosity of the potions... Loren first roughly divided the potions into three A box, a box that fails, a box that barely passes, a box that is excellent.
Professor Snape looked through the medicine bottles carefully, filling out the grades on the parchment paper according to the labels on the medicine bottles, and sometimes unscrewing the corks and sniffing.
The final destination of these examination works are also different. The best batch will be given to Madam Pomfrey for reserve medicine; the smaller batch will flow to the market and be distributed through different channels, and the proceeds will be used for teaching in the next semester. ; There is also a type that will be poured into the toilet and flushed into the Black Lake through the sewer.
"Don't be anxious, look carefully. The color of the endurance potion is similar to July grass juice. It can't be light or too dark. This bottle is so thick that it turns black. The viscosity is slightly higher. Higher than water, but lower than olive oil, you need to observe the flow state...
"Sometimes it's hard to judge by just the naked eye. You can use a small stick to dip some.
"After the fourth grade's endurance potion review is completed, there are also potions from other grades. I will come to help tomorrow if I have time. Lower graders You can just score the potions directly without classifying them. "
Loren felt like he had been caught. He wanted to ask if the Potions Assistant was paid, but after looking at Professor Snape's face, he still couldn't ask.
"Good professor. "
"Are there any exams later? "
"There is also History of Magic, which is the last subject. After the exam, we will watch the competition." Loren replied.
History of Magic seemed to be placed at the end of every exam. He had reasonable suspicion that other professors bullying Professor Binns had no human rights. It was a proper case of school bullying.
"Watch the game..." There was a faint wave in Snape's eyes, "Just stay in the audience and don't do unnecessary things."
Loren glanced suspiciously glanced at him.
Professor, you seem to be implying something...
"Go back and review."
"Okay Professor."
Snape threw the potion in his hand into the third box, and the glass bottles clinked together. Voice.
Loren left the classroom silently. Professor Snape's expression was a little gloomy, maybe because Harry Potter failed to take the exam.
Quickly go upstairs and come to the auditorium.
Harry was sitting next to Ron, flipping through his notebook boredly, with a sad expression.
Because he is a warrior, he does not need to take the exam. Every time he takes the exam, he sits with the invigilator professor, and from time to time they can chat about strategies for dealing with the maze.
During the last Care of Magical Creatures exam, Harry and Hagrid wandered around the grounds together. After the exam, he met Loren and the others to discuss some strange questions, such as how to deal with the Blast-Ended Skrewt, How to answer the Manticore's question, how to avoid being entangled by the devil's vine...
Loren has a new understanding of the shady story of the Goblet of Fire.
Ron is worried about the upcoming History of Magic exam. He clearly understands what the test points are. Hermione and Loren have highlighted the key points for him respectively, but knowing what knowledge will be tested does not mean that he does not need to memorize it. The Goblin Rebellion lasted for decades, and every knowledge point was enough to be expanded into a thesis.
Analysis of the pre-war situation, the time and place of the outbreak of the war, and the significance of the victory or defeat of the war. In addition, what role did the relevant magic used in the war play, what problems were exposed, and how could future generations improve it?
If he were asked to recite them all, Ron would rather bathe the squid.
Hermione sat opposite the two of them, her lips moving as she kept reciting the passages she had memorized.
Loren quickly came to Hermione and sat down, glanced at her densely packed notebook, and was suddenly attacked by a mysterious power. He immediately turned around and chose to fish: "Tsk, Harry, you thought with a sad face. What, are you worried about how to chat with Professor Binns later?"
"I can't go to the examination room with you." Harry sighed more melancholy, "Professor McGonagall told me, Warrior. Relatives are invited to watch the finals, and the warriors will meet with their relatives in the afternoon."
"What's there to worry about?"
"You didn't think the Dursleys were coming, did you?"
"Well...where's your godfather?"
"Sirius has been busy, so he probably won't be able to come."
A picture emerged in Harry's mind - other warriors were meeting cordially with their relatives, and he was left alone next to him, and he couldn't help but sigh. I breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, the reporter lady was not here, otherwise I would see myself making the headlines in the Daily Prophet again tomorrow.
Ron's head was buried in the History of Magic textbook, his eyes rolling around.
After lunch, they sat in the auditorium for half an hour.
"Harry, let's go take the exam first. If there are any extra test papers, I'll ask Professor Binns for one and I'll bring it to you this afternoon to relieve your boredom." Loren said and left, looking carefree. He gently put his arm around Hermione's shoulders and leaned close to her ear to teach her exam tips, "Don't panic when you encounter a question you don't know during the exam. Read the question first, see what content the question involves, and write down everything you can think of. , write it full! Regardless of whether it is correct or not, Professor Binns might be confused and give you more points..."
Hermione looked helpless, but Ron listened with a serious look on his face. .
Watching their retreating figures, Harry's smile slowly faded. When he turned around, he met the somewhat disappointed gaze of Viktor Krum, who was sitting next to the Slytherin table. He seemed to be looking at Loren and the others just now.
Krum withdrew his gaze and lazily stood up and went to the conference room at the back of the auditorium, where relatives met. Fleur Delacour, Cedric of Hufflepuff, and Graves, who were sitting at the Ravenclaw table, left one after another, and the auditorium gradually became deserted.
Just when Harry was about to go to the library to study some spells, the door to the conference room opened and Cedric stuck his head out: "Harry, come on, they are waiting for you!"
...
The bell rang for the end of the exam, and Ron immediately couldn't sit still. He pulled Loren and ran to the conference room in the side hall of the auditorium, with Hermione following behind lightly. , while running, I asked them the last few questions on the test paper.
"Are you also eager to look up the names of some goblin generals? To be honest, their naming methods are so weird that I can't remember their middle names."
Pushing the door open and walking into the conference room, they immediately understood the reason for Ron's hurry.
Cedric and his parents stood by the door, laughing and talking about the first two projects, and Mr. Amos Diggory laughed until his mouth split.
Victor Krum was speaking fast Bulgarian to his black-haired mother in a corner of the room. His father stood beside him silently, humming from time to time with the same aquiline nose as his father and son. Sound, with joy and pride.
Fleur and Gabrielle stood next to a gentle and beautiful lady, chattering in French. Graves stood upright in the corner, the stark contrast between his parents' black and white skin.
The most eye-catching thing is the large family in front of the fireplace, all with red hair, as if the flames in the fireplace have jumped outside. Molly and Bill took Harry to greet them, and when they saw them opening the door, they waved to them with smiles.
"I didn't expect that!" Molly hugged each child warmly, not forgetting to lean over and kiss their cheeks. "I'm taking this opportunity to watch Harry play. I can also see you before your summer vacation, my dear... …"
Loren and Hermione were both slightly ashamed.
Bill smiled and shook hands with them. The braid on his head and the earrings with fangs did not match his gentle smile at all: "How are you guys? Charlie wants to come too, but he has to stay in Romania to take care of her. The female dragon couldn't get away, the egg cracked, and the female dragon suffered from depression."
Hermione's little face showed a bit of confusion, she was sad for the fire dragon but also curious at the same time, she couldn't help but ask. Said: "Can fire dragons also be depressed? What are the symptoms of their depression?"
"..."
Loren noticed a burning gaze coming from not far away. Fleur Delacour looked over her mother's shoulder and looked at Bill with interest, seeming to be interested in those fashionable accessories. Interested.
Back at Hogwarts, Molly and Bill's eyes were shining, as if they had endless words to say.
"I haven't seen this place for five years. Is the portrait of the mad knight still there? I think it's called Sir Cadogan?"
"It's still there, every semester. Arguing with the new students."
"How is the Fat Lady?"
"Still the same."
"How was the exam today?"
"Oh, it's okay, I don't think so. I made up a few of the names of the rebel goblin generals."
"Yes, I couldn't remember this when I was studying. They all had names like Long Beard and Sloppy Ghost Lala. Who can remember this, they can only make it up."
"..."
While he was talking, the fireplace suddenly burst into green flames, with black soot rising around it. Accompanied by a choking coughing sound, a tall and thin man with black hair stepped out of the fireplace, his striking gray eyes blinking constantly due to the smoke.
"Ahem...Professor McGonagall told me that this fireplace is clean, which is really unreliable."
"Sirius! You are here too!"
< br>Harry came up to him in surprise. Molly and Sirius were also acquaintances. He pulled Bill forward to reminisce about old times. The warm and joyful atmosphere among them was even stronger than the fire next to them.
Loren and Hermione stood behind, looking at Sirius Black, whom they had not seen for a long time, from a distance. His long loose hair was trimmed to only the length of a knuckle, his thin cheeks were plump, and his chin was covered with a layer of He has a green and black beard and is dressed in a casual jacket. He looks much more energetic.
As if feeling his gaze, Sirius looked up and looked over. As he gradually walked in, the smile on his face faded little by little, and finally stood in front of Loren.
Harry didn't know what happened, and looked at Mrs. Weasley who was silent next to him, feeling a little confused.
After a moment of silence, Sirius said softly: "I haven't had a nightmare for a long time."
"Yeah." Loren looked at him expressionlessly, with a smile in his eyes. The scarlet blood had indeed dissipated, leaving only the slightly cloudy whites of his eyes.
"Now..." Sirius stared at those eyes, tried his best to resist the urge to look away, and asked carefully, "can you forgive us?"
He heard his heart pumping blood faster, and the pores all over his body The thin sweat evaporated quickly, and the disappearing heat made him feel cold all over, almost making him shiver.
"..."
No one spoke. Hermione held the hand of the person next to her tightly, and part of the flesh turned white due to hard squeezing.
Sirius's face turned pale and he was silent for a moment. He forced a smile: "Then, can you be invited to my wedding, this summer, probably in August."
"Wedding!"
Harry and Ron exclaimed from behind. They immediately wanted to go forward and ask, but Molly held them tightly and kept winking at them.
Loren's heart moved and he nodded slightly. He could clearly see Sirius's eyes sparkling with joy instantly, and the smile on his pale face became much more sincere.
"I think you have a lot to say." Loren said softly, "I won't disturb your reunion."
"Thank you, thank you..."
...
The stars on the summer night are bright.
Nearly two weeks have passed since the last full moon. The moon is only a narrow and thin hook. Without the suppression of moonlight, the other stars have room to play, with different colors and brightness. There are differences, some are bright but only a small point, and some are dim but are light red like small fragments.
Loren was lying on the railing of the astronomy tower, his eyes reflecting the brilliant flowing stars.
Hermione stayed with him, feeding him a few biscuits from time to time. She looked up at the stars and sighed: "Mr. Morgan, if you don't cheer up, I'll run out of snacks." ."
Loren was a little embarrassed and said: "I have some here, so you can eat them!"
Hermione reached out and patted his shoulder, with a hint of helplessness in her gentle voice: "I know you have it, but I I thought you were lying to me and gave you snacks all afternoon."
"There was no way in the afternoon. It was obviously the end of the exam, so I went to the conference room to chat for half an hour. It was only half the afternoon." The voice gradually relaxed, and the cool evening breeze blowing through the tower on a summer night was breathed into the lungs, and he exhaled a long breath, as if all the heat and depression had been discharged.
"Yes, half the afternoon, I didn't have enough snacks." Hermione nodded.
Loren tilted his head and sadly realized that he was already taller than the little witch. He had to bend his knees to do this action and was no longer as comfortable as before.
Hermione pursed her lips and took him into her arms: "Do we really want to go to that summer wedding?"
"Go. Although I don't like him very much, but looking at Dumbledore For Principal Lido's sake..."
"What does this have to do with Principal Dumbledore?"
"For the sake of Voldemort's sake."
" What does this have to do with Voldemort?"
"You will know when the time comes."
"..."
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