Chapter 297: Homework

Chapter 297: Homework

As Hermione emerged from the office, her mind was still spinning.

Though the professors hadn't explicitly said so, the implication was clearSirius Black was innocent. Or at least, for Harry, he was harmless.

She wasn't sure if she should tell Harry, but not knowing the truth, sharing it would only cause more worries, and she had enough of those already. With the Easter holidays approaching, the professors had all coincidentally piled on the assignments, keeping Hermione as busy as a spinning top.

She had pushed the Time-Turner to its limits, but even so, she still inevitably missed some classes.

Hermione was somewhat relieved that the Dueling Club had been temporarily canceled. Harry's complete focus was on Quidditch training every day, and in the moments in between, he had to discuss various strategies with Wood. Homework could only be squeezed into fragmented time.

This resulted in a steady decline in the quality of the essays Harry turned in, but at least he wasn't the only one receiving reprimands.

Harry and Draco Malfoy were summoned to the Transfiguration professor's office. "Gentlemen, I understand you're preparing for the Quidditch finals, but that's no excuse for letting your homework become a mess," Professor McGonagall said sternly.

Yes, the Quidditch finals. Harry thought with a distant look. Tomorrow marked the first day of the Easter holiday, and the first Saturday after the end of the holiday was the Gryffindor versus Slytherin match.

He snapped back to reality, staring at Draco Malfoy. Draco's pale face was marked by obvious dark circles under his eyes, giving off a challenging look. This tension between the two houses and the two teams was just a microcosm of the recent conflicts between Lions and Snakes.

A hint of gloom passed through Draco's eyes. He was under immense pressure in the team, seen as a hindrance to Potter's speed of attack. He had been indignant about it for a while, but when he considered the speed of the Firebolt, his irritation faded away.

He had written to his family to inquire about the price of the Firebolt, but his father unusually refused him. The thing cost more than seven Nimbus 2001 brooms combined for his entire team. He was incredulousjust who had given Potter this thing?

It couldn't be one of Potter's dim-witted admirers, could it?

"...Never before have we had this situationtwo students still in the hospital, ears sprouting leeks, seven students in detention..." Professor McGonagall's voice seemed to serve as the backdrop to a tense exchange between the two, and it was clear that Professor McGonagall had noticed this.

She said angrily, "Off you go. I'll only say this once, but if you don't shape up..." Her face turned red, and after a moment's hesitation, she persisted, "I'll put you in detention, yes, before the finals! I'll talk to Flitwick about it."

Harry hastily assured Professor McGonagall, and Draco's expression softened too. He managed a smile at Harry, who refrained from making any sarcastic remarks and instead shook his hand.

Exiting the Transfiguration classroom, the two who had been standing close together separated from each other. Draco snorted contemptuously and turned away. Harry returned to the common room and just happened to hear Seamus shout, "And they call this a holiday? Exams are still far off!"

Approaching the commotion, he discovered them tallying up the assignments from various subjects.

"In fact," Hermione said with a serious expression, "in the top ten of the parchment leaderboard, everyone's been excused from their assignments."

Ron's gaze turned to Harry, full of anticipation. Harry shrugged, "Most of my holiday will be spent training. We have an advantage, but there's still a chance of a reversal. It's the worst scenarioWood's gone mad."

"Alright, I'll write it for you, and once it's done, I'll lend it to you," Ron sighed.

Hermione snorted but didn't say anything, just getting up and leaving the common room. After a while, she returned with a yawn, looking even more fatigued.

Harry continued the previous conversation. "Speaking of which, it's a bit strange. Professor McGonagall isn't stopping me from going out anymore..."

Hermione jerked upright, suddenly alert.

"What's up, Hermione?" Harry looked at her strangely. "Do you know the reason?"

"Not yet, it's another matter. I can't be sure," Hermione hesitated. "I'll talk to you after the Quidditch match."

...

The next morning.

Felix Harp, well-dressed, attended the award ceremony.

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