Chapter 613

The so-called "peace" means that teachers assign homework desperately, as if to bury the students; The so-called "peace" means that the news of the prophet daily is full of trivial things, making it like the latest supplement to sing the opposite tune; The so-called "peace" means that even if the beating willow is covered with a cocoon of flebber caterpillars, it will only attract people to watch curiously.

Generally speaking, peace is reassuring, but it is often boring over time.

Today, on the first day of the Easter holiday, Harry and Ron, who had been dragged to the common room by Hermione early, were yawning and watching her tap on the parchment with her wand.

According to the usual practice in previous years, Hermione would make a timetable for them to review every Easter holiday. Since this has been done every year in the past, the final of this year is the o.w.ls exam, so it is more necessary to make a good plan.

As Ron said before - even now he may have found the reason for Voldemort's resurrection, it seems to be a little worse than this exam related to the future of life.

"OK, that's about it for you!" Hermione patted RON in front of a timetable marked with various key points, and then pulled over another blank parchment. "Follow the above. If you are serious enough, your performance in the exam will not be too bad..."

"Oh... Thank you!"

Ron looked down with a sad face. Sure enough, there was another full schedule. Almost all of the boxes in most of the forms are flashing with red light representing "important", which means that if he has been completely according to this form, this year's Easter holiday will completely bid farewell to rest.

"Eh?" he looked and suddenly raised his eyebrows. "Hermione, why do you set aside an evening on the last day of each week? If you count them, wouldn't this schedule be a little looser?"

"That's for us to train together," Hermione said without raising her head. "Don't tell me. You just want to use your current skills to help Maka reduce her burden - be careful! I'll keep increasing the training intensity and remember to keep up!"

"What about... The other members of R.A.? Do you want to call them together?" Harry asked, staring at Ron's schedule.

Hermione heard the speech and the wand in her hand paused a little.

"In fact, I've been thinking about which people should know about it." she said, "first of all, Fred, George and Ginny must have no problem... Neville should also be able, um... Luna told me that Hannah Abbott of hutchpatch college can trust..."

As she thought, she reported the names of several people, but the more she hesitated. Normally, most of the members of R.A. should be trustworthy, but since she suffered a loss from Helen Shane last time, she still had some bad influence in her heart.

At the end, Hermione simply shook her head and put the problem aside again. Then the tip of her wand continued to scratch on the parchment for a while, and Harry's review schedule was completed.

"Your schedule is looser than Ron's. remember to practice yourself in a few more hours and don't be lazy!" she told Harry again. At this time, she makes people look like a strict Professor McGonagall.

Harry shook his schedule and nodded.

"I'll do that..." he said honestly, "Dear Ms. Granger."

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When Harry and Ron are about to spend a dark Easter holiday, Marca is sitting in front of the bar of the three broom bar with Hagrid and Slughorn.

I came to drink early in the morning. I'm afraid it's the bald old man Slughorn's idea.

Hagrid doesn't care. With his barrel like giant hybrid constitution, it's lucky that he doesn't have the habit of drinking, but Maka doesn't have the habit of drinking so early. At present, there is only a glass of juice in front of him. He is bored watching the two guys next to him start filling wine early in the morning.

In fact, there was something about the wine - according to Slughorn himself, Easter this year happened to be his birthday. According to the habit of previous years, on his birthday, he always held a private party in groups to find many old friends to celebrate his birthday.

But this year is different, because he is now a professor at Hogwarts, and it is not so convenient to have a party at school.

"... I mentioned it to Mileva several times in advance, but she never agreed to lend me a small hall to hold a birthday party." Slughorn poured a mouthful of Mead into his mouth, then smashed it, "Alas, it's too old to make a good noise... Tell me, is it easy for me?"

As far as Slughorn's weight in Hogwarts is concerned, such a small thing can still be passed by Professor McGonagall if it is put in peacetime. However, in this period, in order to maintain the school image before the alchemy competition, it is difficult for Slughorn's birthday party to pass.

Of course, Maka knew this, but he didn't tell the truth. After all, the alchemy event is still a confidential matter. Naturally, those who know it have been clear for a long time, but there are also many people who don't know it.

Slughorn, a "friend" with a big mouth, was told he was the best.

"Slughorn, I think you should make more real friends," suggested Marca carelessly, leaning on the bar with her elbows and sucking fresh juice with a straw. "It would be a beautiful thing if someone could take the initiative to hold a birthday party for you on your birthday."

"Marca is right!" Hagrid on the other side took a big iron hooped wooden cup and gulped it for several times before he continued, "I also think... No matter how many friends there are, it's better to have someone who really treats you, huh... That's right!"

"Hey," Slughorn grinned, "so, do you celebrate your birthday every year? No? Well... Burp, real friends are hard to find! Hard to find..."

"Oh, why don't you come to the store every year for your birthday? Just like Mr. Slughorn today..." Ms. Rosetta at the bar smiled charmingly. "As long as you remember to pay for the wine, people promise to accompany you every year for your birthday."

As she spoke, she picked up her wand and waved it around. Suddenly, a large number of balloons and ribbons appeared in the bar and flew wantonly in the air.

"Today is Mr. Slughorn's birthday. Everyone comes to have a drink with him!"

Perhaps, the atmosphere of every individual or group Festival is not innate. Only when people consciously create, the flavor of the festival will become rich and fragrant.

Looking around the gradually lively, looking at the drunkenness on her face gradually integrated into the smiling Slughorn, Maka couldn't help smiling.

But just then, with the squeak of the wooden door of the bar, it seemed that some guests came again. However, what makes people wonder is that this time the outdoor sun did not penetrate into the bar when the door was opened, and there was still only a faint yellow light flickering in front of everyone.

Like other guests, Maka subconsciously glanced back, but the next moment she found the reason why the sun didn't shine in.

"Unexpectedly, I was accidentally pulled over to accompany the wine today. Unexpectedly, I just met two acquaintances..."

As he thought so, he picked up the glass containing juice, stood up and slowly swayed towards the door.

"If you two really came to Hogwarts, welcome!" Marca smiled. "Why didn't you inform me before you came? I'd better make some preparations in advance!"

When the visitor heard Maka's voice, he took a few steps inside. At last, the light outside the door had a chance to penetrate. Unfortunately, the next second the door closed automatically, and the bar was only bright for a moment.

Originally, the reason why the sunshine didn't come in was simply because it was "blocked" by someone!

"Aha! It's you, McLean -" when the other party saw Maka, he immediately hurried a few steps and hugged Maka's shoulder. "It's fate to see you as soon as he arrived! What else do you want to meet with you?"

"You haven't changed at all," said Marca, tilting her head under his arm and winking at the other guest in front. "Oh, miss hornheim, how are you?"

"... hello."

The little guest was obviously not so interested in Maka's hello. She nodded at Maka reluctantly, but her eyes soon moved away from him.

Yes, this rare couple is the hornheim brothers and sisters that Marca met in busbarton, France. Noah hornheim, the fat brother, was as enthusiastic about Makana as ever; But Sarah hornheim, who happens to have the same name as the Muggle woman who takes care of Delphi, is as reluctant to talk to Maka as she was in France.

However, she is not interested in Maka, but Maka is very interested in her!

"Come on! Come with me. I'll introduce you to the two professors at Hogwarts first." Marca got out of the fat man's fat meat and took them inside. "Today is Professor Slughorn's birthday... Oh, I think you may know him. He's famous!"

Under the leadership of Maka, the happy fat young master and the less interested little Sarah also walked towards the bar.