A certain Hogwarts rune professor

Chapter 297 Homework
When Hermione came out of the office, she was still in a daze.

While the professor didn't say so, the implication was pretty clear that Sirius Black was innocent, or, at least as far as Harry was concerned, harmless.

She didn't know whether to tell Harry, but she didn't know the truth, and telling it would only add to the annoyance, and she was already annoyed enough.As the Easter holiday approached, the professors of various subjects invariably increased their homework, and Hermione felt as busy as a spinning top.

The Time-Turner is used to the extreme by her, but even so, she inevitably misses some lessons.

Hermione was a little thankful that the dueling self-study group was temporarily cancelled, because Harry focused all his attention on the daily Quidditch training, and discussed various tactics with Wood during the daily intervals, and the homework could only be completed in fragmented time. .

This caused the quality of Harry's papers to decline all the way, but fortunately he was not the only one who was scolded.

Harry and Draco Malfoy were called to the Transfiguration professor's office, "Gentlemen, I know you're preparing for the Quidditch final, but that's not an excuse to mess up your homework." Professor McGonagall Said with a straight face.

Yes, the Quidditch final, Harry thought in a daze, tomorrow is the first day of the Easter holiday, and the first Saturday after the holiday is the game between Gryffindor and Slytherin.

He came back to his senses and stared at Draco Malfoy, who had a defiant look on his pale face with obvious dark circles under his eyes.This is just a microcosm of the tension between the two colleges and the two teams. Recently, the conflict between the lion and the snake is almost on the surface.

There was a glint of gloom in Draco's eyes. He was under a lot of pressure in the team and was regarded as a disruptor to delay Porter's attack speed, which made him angry for a while, but when he thought of the speed of the Firebolt, he would I have no temper.

He wrote to his family to inquire about the price of the Firebolt, but his father rarely turned him down. This thing was more expensive than the seven Nimbus 2001s in his entire team. ?
Not a stupid admirer of Potter.

"...It's never been like this before. Two students are still in the hospital, leeks keep coming out of their ears, and seven people are in confinement..." Professor McGonagall's voice seemed to be taken as the background sound of the gunpowder-smelling stare at each other by the two. , and obviously, Mag also discovered this.

She said angrily: "Go, I'll just say this once, but if you don't hold back..." She blushed and hesitated for a long time, but insisted: "I will put you in confinement, yes , before the finals! I'll discuss it with Severus."

Harry quickly reassured Professor McGonagall, and Draco's expression softened, and he forced a smile at Harry. Harry tried not to say anything sarcastic, and shook hands with him.

Coming out of the Transfiguration classroom, the two people who were close together were far apart, Draco snorted contemptuously, turned and left.Harry returned to the common room just in time to hear Seamus yelling, "Is this also called a holiday? It's still far from the exam!"

Taking a closer look, they found that they were counting the homework left by each subject.

Dean Thomas snapped his fingers, he had been counting for a long time: "...History of Magic, three two-foot papers; It’s water! The topic is—let’s see—appreciation of the improved formula of Wolfsbane potion..."

Dean cursed in a low voice, and said aggrievedly: "The final exam is not taken, why did we write this stuff?" He muttered: "Why do you know the latest developments in the field of potions... He just wants to show off research results."

Harry couldn't agree with him any more, and Dean went on: "...Transfiguration class, two papers, and transfiguration exercises; Astronomy class, twelve horoscope charts..."

He heard the sound of retching beside him, turned his head and saw that it was Neville, and said palely, "Sorry, I'm a little nauseous..."

The twins leaned over and asked, "Would you like some refreshment?"

Harry asked puzzledly, "Isn't this for a cold?"

The pick-me-up potion was Madam Pomfrey's forte. It had an immediate effect on colds and flus. The only downside was that after drinking the potion, the ears would continue to smoke for hours.

"We improved it to make it worthy of its name," Fred said with a smile, "I'll try to show you." He took out a piece of candy and stuffed it into his mouth. "We made it solid and easy to carry. It can also be taken in class. Well, it's a bit unpalatable, George, make a note, it can be changed to fruit flavor..."

"Got it, buddy," said George with a grin. He took over the job of commentary and said to the group of young wizards: "You'll be in high spirits for the next few hours, except for a little aftereffect..."

"Woooo!"

Fred seemed to have been hit by something, a puff of white smoke came out of his ears, and a loud siren sounded from his mouth. He said energetically: "See if you can relieve fatigue immediately, a worry-free, sincerity seven A Sico."

Dean was very interested in this, and Harry looked at the homework piled up on the table, and was also a little moved.At this time, many little wizards had gathered around and pushed him outside. After queuing for 5 minutes, he found that every 2 minutes, Fred would make a whistle sound in time, as if he was Like imitating a train.

After thinking twice, he backed out and found Ron and Hermione in the corner.Hermione's eyes were a little red, and she yawned in small mouths. He felt that Hermione needed more refreshment, or refreshment candy.

She was writing and drawing on a piece of parchment, and Harry looked down and saw it was a final review plan.

After a while, Hermione finally got busy with the task at hand, biting her quill: "I should make the most of the Easter vacation, I've already finished my History of Magic and Astronomy classes—"

Ron said in surprise: "Didn't you finish the ancient rune homework first every time?"

"The professor waived my homework, saying there was no need to waste time," said Hermione.

Ron let out a wail, "How could this be... I still count on referring to your paper!"

"In fact," Hermione said with a straight face, "the top ten on the parchment list were all exempted from homework."

Ron turned his eyes to Harry, his eyes full of expectation, Harry shrugged his shoulders, "I have to train for most of the holiday, we have an advantage, but we may be overturned. This is the worst situation—— Wood finally went crazy."

"Okay, I'll write it and I'll lend it to you." Ron sighed.

Hermione snorted, but she didn't say anything, just stood up and walked out of the lounge, and after a while, she came back yawning, looking even more tired.

Harry continued the topic just now, "It's a bit strange to say, Professor McGonagall no longer forbids me to go out..."

Hermione shuddered, and her whole body came to her senses.

"What's wrong with you, Hermione?" Harry looked at her strangely, "Do you know why?"

"No, it's another matter, I'm not sure yet." Hermione said hesitantly, "I have something to tell you when the Quidditch match is over."

……

the next morning.

Felix is ​​fully dressed for the investiture ceremony.

　The plot of the third grade is coming to an end, and the writing is a bit slow. I don't know if I can catch the third episode today. I can wait until tomorrow to read it. There should be several chapters.

　　In addition, muttering in a low voice: ask for a monthly ticket~
　　
　
(End of this chapter)