Chapter 853

"And then?"

"And then? Oh, Hermione, and then your test will come, right? They'll make you a hardworking student, "Fred said with a satisfied look.

"We spent half a year on the general wizard level," George said happily. "Tears and anger..."

"That's what happened to Gita when the liquid was boiling. Do you remember, George?" Fred recalled.

"That's because you put bullbox powder in his jacket," George said.

"Oh, yes, that's it..." Said Fred, showing his teeth and smiling. "I forgot It's hard to remember exactly what's wrong

"All in all, it's a nightmare for the fifth year," George said. "If you don't mind your test results, whatever. Fred and I somehow want to keep our woodpeckers

"Yes," said Fred carelessly. "But we think our future will be more than just lying in colleges."

"Our most serious argument is whether we're going to school here in the seventh year," George said distinctly. "Now we have -"

he stopped when van Lin gave him a warning look, and George knew that Harry had given him the money he had won in the warrior race, and that there was a large grant from Vaseline.

"Now we have our ordinary wizard certificate," George said hastily. "I mean, do we really need the certificate of the ultimate wizard? But we don't think mom will let us leave school too early and become the dumbest person in the world after Percy. "

"We're not going to waste our last year here," Fred said, glancing at the foyer. "We're going to use it to do a lot of research, find out what the average Hogwarts student needs in a joke shop, carefully evaluate the results of the survey, and then produce products to meet the needs."

"But how do you raise money to open a joke shop?" Hermione asked suspiciously. "You need all the materials and ingredients - and the premise, I think..."

Harry didn't look at the twins. He blushed; he didn't want his fork to fall off and bend down to pick it up.

He heard Fred say over his head, "don't ask us questions, and we won't lie to you, Hermione. Come on, George, if we get there earlier, we may be able to sell some ear

Harry looked up from under the table so that he could see Fred and George walking away, each with a pile of toast.

"What does that mean?" Among the three big boys, Hermione said. "Don't ask us questions..." Does that mean they already have some money to open a joke shop? "

"You know, I'm surprised at this," said Ron, frowning. "They bought me a dress for the summer vacation, and I don't know where they got the money."

"Maybe they make a little bit of money, but don't worry about it..." "Anyway, you've got a new gift, haven't you, Ron? Maybe it's out of their love for you."

"Love? Oh, ok... " Ron nodded.

"Wait a minute, Fanlin, are you..."

"I promise, I will listen to you." Fanlin said immediately.

Maybe we can talk about the next day Harry blushed and said, "do you think it's going to be a tough year? Because of the exam? "

"Oh, yes," said Ron, "it will, won't it? The general wizard level test is very important. It affects your work and you can use it for everything. We have a career choice, as Bill told me. So you can choose which final wizard level to take next year. "

"Have you ever thought about what to do after you graduate from Hogwarts?" Harry asked several others when they left the hall to go to the history of magic.

"I don't know." Ron said slowly, "unless Well... " He looks shy.

"What?" Harry asked him.

"Well, it's cool to be Auror." Ron said in a very casual voice.

"Yes, yes." Said Harry enthusiastically.

"It's a good choice, Ron. It can also help Mr. Weasley. I think Mrs. Weasley would like you to work in the Ministry of magic." Fanlin was sure to say, "well, we have to wait for a while, but we still have three years to go before we graduate."

"You will do well. And you, Hermione Harry asked.

"I don't know," she said. "I think I might do something worth doing."

"An Auror is worth doing!" Said Harry.

"Yes, but it's not the only thing worth doing," Hermione said thoughtfully. "I mean, if we can keep the elves Welfare Promotion Association alive..."

Harry and Ron try to avoid looking at each other.

"Er..." Fanlin is also a little speechless, but is it not a basic operation to express support for something?

The history of magic is usually considered by witches to be the most boring course.Professor burns, their ghost teacher, spoke in a breathless, low, sleepy voice. He never changes their curriculum, but he doesn't stop talking while they're taking notes, or rather stares at the air sleepily.

Harry and Ron have never dealt with the course except to copy Hermione's notes before the exam; she seems to be able to resist Professor bins's hypnotic voice.

Today, they endure an hour and a half to narrate the giant's war in a low voice. Harry stayed in the classroom for 10 minutes and looked at the book with his eyes, and he realized that it would be much more interesting if the course was taught by other teachers, and that's what Van Lin did. He was always much better than Professor bines in his own eyes, but

What's in Van Lin's hand? Notes on alchemy? Or a detailed explanation of the medieval magic patterns?

Oh, well, actually, Harry wanted to look in, but his head seemed to stop spinning, and then he spent about an hour and 20 minutes playing the butcher game with Ron on parchment, when Hermione cast a disgusting look at them from the corner of his eye.

"What will you be like?" As they left the classroom, Hermione asked coldly. "If I don't lend you my notes this year?"

"We're going to fail the wizard rank test," Ron said. "If you're worthy of your conscience, Hermione..."

"That's right," she said sternly. "You never even listen to him, do you?"

"I did try," said Ron. "I just don't have your intelligence, your memory, your concentration. You're smarter than us. Do you think it's pleasant to touch us? "

"Oh, don't talk to us like that." Said Hermione, but she looked calmer as she entered the wet courtyard.

It was drizzling with fog, so the people huddled around the edge of the yard looked fuzzy.

Harry, Ron, vaseline and Hermione chose a secluded corner under the rainy balcony, opened the neckline of their robes against the cold autumn wind, and discussed how Snape would teach them in the first lesson of the year, considering that it might be bad, especially after they were involved in the order of the Phoenix, anyway, Professor Snape met with them Times of

This is a terrible thing.

Now a man came up.

"Hello, Harry!" That's Zhang Qiu.

She was almost always surrounded by a group of smiling girls.

Harry remembers the pain of inviting him to the Christmas party.

"Good," said Harry, feeling his face turning red. "At least this time, your face looks like a fool." He told himself.

"How was your vacation?" Qiu tried to ask.

"Yes," said Harry, trying to show his teeth and smile, although their last date is still fresh in his memory, "so, did you, uh, have a good summer vacation?"

Harry's blush was so silly that the girls around him laughed.

In fact, this also poked into the pain of autumn.

The word "happy" didn't apply to Cedric when he left Qiu, but Qiu reluctantly laughed.

"Well, Harry, you're trying to..."

"Professor Snape's class." Harry replied honestly.

"Oh, go ahead, Professor Snape..." Qiu said half of it, and then she was pulled away by the girl next to her. It seemed that the girl didn't like Qiu's contact with Harry very much.

"Man has gone far, brother." Van Lin bumped Harry on the shoulder, and from autumn he left Ron behind with a few men.

"Ah Well, yes... "

"How was the conversation?" Asked Fanlin.

"Not bad..." Harry thought about it for a moment, but now he can't think of anything. "How happy..."

"Happy?" Fanlin asked.

"Maybe..." However, along the way, Harry kept remembering. When they joined the long line in front of Snape classroom, Harry couldn't help thinking.

She chose to walk up to him and talk to him, didn't she? She used to be Cedric's girlfriend; she could easily hate Harry because he left the maze of warriors alive, while Cedric turned into a vampire, forcing Cedric to abandon CHO, but she spoke to him like a friend, not as a madman or a liar, or to hold him responsible for Cedric's accident.

Yes, she did choose to talk to him, and for the second time in two days.

Harry was happy to think of it.

Despite the creaking sound of Snape's classroom door as it opened, the bubble of hope grew in his chest.

"Harry's ok?" Hermione asked in a low voice. She saw Harry frowning and grinning

"Maybe." Van Lin turned his lips. Harry's contradiction was clear. Cedric was involved because of Harry, but it was not Harry who was responsible. Moreover, Cedric and Qiu were separated."Perhaps?"

"Now his mind is full of autumn, so we don't have to worry about him, just like I'm full of you. It's the same reason." Said Fanlin in a low voice.

Hermione's face turned red with a brush, which made van Lin feel very comfortable.

But Snape's class still has to be taken.

Harry followed Ron, van Lin and Hermione into the classroom and went to the last table they usually sat at. Harry didn't even notice that he was sitting directly between van Lin and Hermione.

This makes Fanlin a little helpless, but Professor Snape's old face is there. Who can ignore it?

"Sit down," snape said coldly, and closed the door.

In fact, giving orders in class is superfluous; when the classroom hears the door closing, it quiets down and all movement stops.

Snape's expression was enough to make the classroom quiet.

"Before today's class," said Snape, walking up to his podium and starting to look around, "I want to remind you appropriately that in June you are going to take an important exam to see how well you are doing in composition and potions. There are no doubt that there are still some idiots in the class. I expect you to barely pass a "pass" in your general wizard level examination, or choose to bear my unhappiness

He watched Neville for a moment, and Neville was trying to contain his fear.

"When this year is over, of course, many of you will stop learning from me," snape continued. "I'll only get good students into my magic potion class for the ultimate wizard level exam, which means some of you will say goodbye."

His eyes stopped on Harry and his mouth closed. Harry glared at him, and all of a sudden, Harry felt so happy that he planned to give up magic potions after the fifth grade.

"But we have a year to happily say goodbye, before that moment comes," snape said softly. "Whether you want to try the ultimate wizard level or not, I suggest you focus on this class, otherwise..."

Snape's words did not finish, the professor just cold face, and then turned around, behind the black cape puffed up some, like a bat's bat wings.

(I don't know if you've heard of Batman, the super power is the one with money.)

"Today we're going to mix a potion, which is often tested on the general wizard level exam: the soothing potion, a medicine that calms anxiety and relieves excitement. Note: if you're too clumsy with the material, it's going to make the drinker sleep forever, so you need to pay close attention to what you're doing

On Harry's left, Hermione sat up straight and said she wanted to be very focused. Van Lin looked sideways at Hermione and then at the notes on the blackboard.

"Materials and methods -" snape suddenly shook his wand, "on the blackboard You'll find everything you need... "

He shook his wand again "in the locker." (the door of the cabinet suddenly opens)

" You have half an hour to start... "

As Harry predicted, Snape gave them harder, more boring potions.

"If it's OK, the materials are right in the atmosphere, and the amount is just enough; the mixture is stirred accurately in the pot, first clockwise and then counterclockwise; when the flame is too hot, it is lowered to suit the special medicine when all the materials are added. A glowing silver vapor should now rise from your atmospheric pan Snape said slowly.

Ten minutes later.

Harry sweated a lot and looked at the dungeon in despair.

His big pot is black gray steam; Ron's is green sparks. Seymour excitedly poked his wand at the bottom of his atmospheric pot, as if to adjust hope.

The surface of Hermione's Potion was shimmering with misty silver vapor. When Snape looked down from his hooked nose, there was no criticism, for he could not find any reason to be critical.

Van Lin has already put the potion in the bottle, which is not difficult for him.

In front of Harry's cauldron, Snape stopped and looked down with a disgusting smirk.

"Potter, imagine what this will become?" At the front of the classroom, Slytherin was eager to look back. They liked to hear Snape taunt Harry.

"Peace potion?" Harry said nervously.

"Tell me, Harry," snape said softly, "can you read?"

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