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The Easter holidays came, and McGonagall gave us a "party assignment" to decide on additional subjects for the third year. For this, she even devoted a few minutes of her time to show up in the House living room, in which Percy Weasley had previously gathered all second-years.

"Second-years!" she said sternly as we crowded around her in the middle of the living room. "The third year is the beginning of a particularly important and responsible stage of your education. From the third year, you begin to study those subjects that will certainly be useful to you in your future profession. An incorrectly chosen subject can put an end to your future career."

McGonagall paused for a moment, looking at us closely over her glasses.

"Therefore, I strongly recommend that you think over and weigh everything thoroughly before randomly entering objects into these forms." She pulled out a bundle of sheets of the finest parchment from the wide sleeve of her robe. "Mr. Weasley, if you please.

Percy was instantly beside the professor, all so perfect and correct, and as always, the only one from the House who wears a cap on his head. Percy deftly took the papers from the professor and began to hand them out.

"I repeat," McGonagall said. "Take this matter seriously. Good evening."

The professor left the living room, and many of the guys quickly went to their companies, discussing a list of subjects, arguing about something, or, having forgotten about it, went about their business. Hermione and I, as always, took place on our sofa.

"What do you think to take?" She asked, carefully reading the text of the form. In addition to a short list of subjects, there was also a template text, that said: "I, such-and-such from such-and-such House, hereby declare responsibly that from the third to the fifth year I want to study the following subjects in an additional order at the school of witchcraft and the magic of Hogwarts." This is not literal, but the meaning understandable completely.

"Runes and Arithmancy."

"Yes? Glad to hear."

"Did you think I would take CoMC and Muggle Studies?"

"Well, who knows?" She shrugged her shoulders, smiling slightly. "See for yourself. All boys, without exception, take CoMC and divination."

"I'm not deaf, I hear. It's funny that the main reason is light subjects."

"So we found out last year that no one wants to study."

"You know, Hermione, for sure many people think that later they themselves will catch up with the incomprehensible, or what is required ..."

Then I stopped and remembered myself from the past. How many times have I thought so myself? Countless. How much time did I lose? Unmeasured! Perhaps, for this reason, I grabbed hold of my studies, and I still regularly complete tasks from an ordinary school? Someone said that there is no point in regretting the past because, in this very past, you still could not have done otherwise, all other things being equal. The choice cannot be right or wrong when considering past actions - it was the only right one. It is only necessary to understand and realize the mistakes, avoiding their repetition.

The epic with the choice of subjects for the next year lasted at least another week. Some consulted with relatives, some with senior students if they even condescended to communicate with us. For example, Neville was simply littered with many letters from relatives, and Harry and Ron listened to Percy's life advice. I ended up choosing, as planned, the ancient runes and numerology. Perhaps the teachers will be able to clarify incomprehensible questions that will inevitably arise during independent study of the material.

As a result, all this noise with objects subsided only by the beginning of March, by the beginning of the next Quidditch match. Gryffindor - Hufflepuff. Hermione that day decided to stay in her room under some far-fetched pretext. I sat quietly in the living room, reading something as usual. Somehow it happened that after the morning workout, my muscles ached unusually, so I sat in the most relaxed position, simultaneously leafing through some bestiary, the main content of which was high-quality drawings. It was at this moment that the petty Weasley chose to get into the male half. I'm wondering if I'm here in an invisible hat, or what? It has long been noticed that this corner of the living room seems to fall out of the general attention. Although ... It is quite possible that someone made some kind of distraction somewhere here with runes.

In general, a small red-haired girl penetrated into the male half, and after five or ten minutes, she jumped out headlong, happy, clutching something to her chest. She definitely stole the diary!