Chapter 97

Speaking of it, every school year seems to be very busy - everyone thinks so, but the passage of time is always so hurried, which makes people feel a little lonely.

Although Maka always doesn't care about grades, other students have to pay attention to their studies. Especially the seventh grade students, they face not only graduation, adulthood and job hunting, but also the n.e.w.t. exam waiting for them before that!

Charlotte Witt, who has been a "great beauty" for seven years, is one of the graduates.

Graduation is always touching - most people think so. But when you are a party, you will find that you absolutely have no Kung Fu and no mood to hug and feel sad with your classmates, and then shed sweat and tears.

Because you have to take an exam! You have to work hard to take the exam!

Charlotte's grades were not bad, but she was not as good as her face.

Therefore, she had to put aside all her thoughts and devote herself to the hell of learning, review and re learning.

Christmas is coming again, but what does that have to do with my mother? vacation? No, don't be kidding. It doesn't exist in the life of seventh graders!

Sometimes, textbooks are like a handful of dog shit. When you are driven crazy by hunger, there is only one option left!

"Should I be more polite?" Charlotte, who was lying in a pile of materials with dishevelled hair, suddenly raised her head, and the blood in her eyes looked very scary.

"No, it's not too late to be polite after the exam." she plunged into the data pile again, "Oh, shit! Another mistake!"

In fact, there are only two weeks left before the end of the semester.

Recently, the sky suddenly cleared up, showing a dazzling protein color; The muddy ground originally due to the rainstorm was covered with a layer of shiny white frost one morning.

In the castle, the atmosphere of Christmas has been filled in advance.

Professor flavy, a spell teacher, decorates his classroom with shimmering light sources - actually a group of fairies shaking their wings.

Except for the seventh grade, almost all the students are happily discussing their vacation plans.

But this year, Ron and Hermione both decided to stay at Hogwarts. Ron said he couldn't stand having to stay with Percy for two weeks, while Hermione insisted that she was going to the library.

But Harry knew - they did it to accompany him, and he was very grateful for it.

Of course, in the last week of the semester, you can go to Hogsmeade village again. Everyone was happy except Harry.

However, the three little lions who had been waiting for Maka to appear did not wait.

Now, it's dinner time. Everyone is filling their stomachs. But just then, a large group of owls suddenly flew in from outside, and the students looked at it in surprise.

"Is it McLean again? But Christmas hasn't come yet?" Professor McGonagall said in surprise.

The owls' targets were obviously scattered. They fluttered their wings and flew over the four long tables, dropping white envelopes.

For a moment, it was like envelope rain in the auditorium.

Soon, everyone noticed - the recipients of these letters were all seventh graders who were about to graduate.

"Oh - McLean?"

"... yes, so is mine."

"The same!"

Everyone looked left and right, then opened the envelope one after another and read it.

"Graduate party?" the first voice sounded.

Then, most seventh graders discussed with each other, and the scene was a little messy.

Yes, that's right! I don't know what Maka's idea is, but he really wants to hold an open-air party to see off the graduates in Hogsmeade village!

Even the Slytherins, who are often unpopular with the other three colleges, have a share, which is rare.

In this invitation letter, it is also specially noted that if you don't want to go, you can not go. Everything is voluntary.

"Are you going?"

"Why not?"

"But the exam..."

"Let it go to hell! Do you think you can pass safely in one and a half more days?"

"Oh yes, as the letter said, 'after you graduate, you will regret that you haven't been crazy once'!"

"Yes! Yes, that's it!"

Similar conversations were held on the long tables of various colleges. Although some graduates did not agree, most people thought it was a great idea.

Soon, the message in the letter was passed along with the table - it was OK for junior students to participate, but drinks and food were not free.

This time, Maka inexplicably bled once. He had to hold an open-air party at his own expense!

You know, there must be more than 150 people in the whole seventh grade. The cost of this party is astronomical for a student.

Just when everyone was a little excited, Malfurion, Marca's Owl, rushed in from outside the gate. Instead of stopping, he threw a letter at Dumbledore, who was sitting in the middle of the faculty seat, and immediately spread his wings and flew out of the hall.

"It seems that I have a share," Dumbledore smiled and picked up the envelope falling in front of him.

He opened it and looked, but then continued, "Oh, more than that - everyone has a share."

Dumbledore handed the letter paper to McGonagall sitting next to him, then stood up and cleared his throat: "seventh graders, please pay attention -"

Dumbledore's prestige was as high as ever, and the hall immediately quieted down.

"I'm sorry to tell you that this party is just Mr. McLean's personal behavior - he didn't inform me or Professor McGonagall in advance. I think it's against the rules." he looked at everyone and said slowly.

On the long tables of various colleges, many students showed a depressed expression.

"But..." at this moment, everyone's heart hung up again. "If you go to Hogsmeade to attend the party is just a personal behavior, the school seems to have no reason to stop everyone?"

Dumbledore blinked. He looked a little naughty.

"Although Mr. McLean invited me, I still have some things to do -" as he was saying, he turned to look at everyone on the faculty table. "If other professors have time to participate, it is also their personal freedom."

With that, Dumbledore returned to his seat safely, bowed his head and ate the food on the plate, as if nothing had happened just now.

Suddenly, the students out of the field cheered happily.

"An open-air party to see off graduates?" Hermione said strangely. "What's Maka doing?"

"Who knows?"

Harry was a little depressed because he couldn't go - at least not openly.

But Ron was embarrassed and sighed, "Oh, Marca is so rich!"

Yes, it's really an interesting activity. But everyone is wondering - what is the reason why Maka held this event; Or I didn't think about it at all. I was just going to go to the open-air party and have a good crazy.

But anyway, just watching everyone's excitement, the party should be quite lively.

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The next morning, on the morning everyone went to Hogsmeade village, Harry said goodbye to Ron and Hermione, and then walked alone up the marble stairs back to the Gryffindor tower - he was going to use his invisibility cloak to find a way out of school.

Snowflakes were flying outside the window, and the castle looked very quiet.

"EH - Harry!"

Harry turned in the middle of the corridor on the fourth floor. He saw Fred and George peeking from behind a one eyed hunchback witch statue.

"Are you here?" asked Harry curiously. "Why didn't you go to Hogsmeade?"

"Let's bring you some festive atmosphere before we go," said Fred, with a mysterious wink. "Come here..."

He nodded to an empty classroom to the left of the one eyed statue, and Harry followed Fred and George in.

George gently closed the door, then turned around and looked at Harry with a smile on his face.

"I'll give you a Christmas present early, Harry," he said with a smile.

With a wave of his hand, Fred pulled something out of his cloak and put it on an empty table.

It was a large, square, very old parchment with nothing written on it - Harry thought it was another joke of Fred and George and couldn't help staring at it so that the twins wouldn't fix it again.

"I said, what is this?"

"Well... Harry, it's the secret of our success!" said George, patting the parchment lovingly.

"I'm sorry to give it to you," said Fred, "but last night we decided you needed it more than we did!"

"Anyway, we've remembered its contents," George continued. "We'll give it to you - we don't need it anymore."

"Why do I want such a worn parchment?" Harry asked suspiciously.

"An old parchment!" Fred repeated Harry's words, then closed his eyes and made a face as if Harry underestimated him. "Explain, George."

"Well, in our first grade, Harry, we were so young, carefree and innocent -"

Harry snorted. He wondered if Fred and George were naive.

"... well, at least more naive than we are now!" said George. "There was a little accident between us and filch at that time."

"We put a dung bomb in the corridor. For some reason, the bomb frustrated him - so he took us to his office and began to deal with us with the usual..."

"Confinement?" interposed Harry.

"Take out our intestines!" George laughed, and Harry immediately turned his mouth.

"What's next?" Harry urged.