HP Magic Biography

Before breakfast the next day, Harry and Ron met Hermione and Fan Lin in the common room. Seeing that they were all present, Harry couldn't wait to put himself in Hogwarts in order to find some substantive evidence for his theory. Tell everyone what you overheard from Malfoy on the express train.

He's obviously showing off to Parkinson, isn't he? Ron said before Hermione could speak.

Well, she said uncertainly, I don't know...it looks like Malfoy is trying to make himself more important than he is...but that's a big lie too...

Exactly, said Harry, though he couldn't continue because so many people were trying to eavesdrop on their conversation, not to mention how many people were staring at him and whispering behind his back.

It seemed that Malfoy was no longer working for Voldemort, and Harry's words could only confirm Fan Lin's thoughts more.

Let's not talk about this for now. Fan Lin said, No matter what Malfoy intends to do, there is no doubt that in Hogwarts, in fact, there are still quite a few Voldemort supporters. The family of disciples, but Dumbledore obviously didn't intend to do anything to them, even Voldemort used to go to school here, didn't he?

It's not just chilling to hear words like Voldemort, those eavesdroppers...

It's not polite to point, Ron snapped at a particularly skinny first-year boy as they joined the line to climb out of the portrait hole. The boy who was muttering about Harry to his friend blushed quickly and fell out of the portrait hole in panic. Ron chuckled.

Apparently, he had enjoyed Percy's pleasure, and he was right...

I love being a sixth grader. And we're going to have a lot of free time this year. A whole lot of time to sit here and relax.

We need to spend this time studying, Ron! said Hermione as they set off down the corridor.

True, but not today, said Ron. I think I'm going to get a good night's sleep today.

Stop! Hermione held out her arm to stop a passing fourth year student. The man clutched a grey-green disc tightly in his hand as he tried to pass her. The Fanged Frisbee is forbidden, hand it in.

Hermione told him sternly. Handing over the barking Frisbee with a grimace, the boy slipped under Hermione's arm and followed his friend.

Ron waited for him to disappear before pulling the Frisbee from Hermione's hand. Awesome! I've always wanted this!

Hermione's protest was drowned out by a fit of giggles; Lavender Brown obviously found Ron's words very amusing.

She walked past them, smiling, and glanced back at Ron. Ron looked very pleased with himself.

Well, if it is possible, Fan Lin always feels that there will be some stories in it, but in fact, in the year of the Christmas ball, the first target for Ron was Lavender, but at that time Lavender did not No answer.

I think, Ron, maybe you can think about it.

Think about what?

I don't think there's much time left for us to spend time in a relationship, Fan Lin said.

Oh, forget it, like you and Hermione? Ron looked at Fan Lin and Hermione with disdain. Obviously, the relationship between the two of them brought Ron deep hurt.

The ceiling of the auditorium is a tranquil blue dotted with thin clouds. Like the cube sky they see through the tall skylights. While enjoying their porridge, eggs, and ham, Harry and Ron told Valin and Hermione about their embarrassing conversation with Hagrid the night before.

But he can't really think that we want to continue taking care of magical creatures! Hermione looked distressed. I mean, when has any of us ever shown... you know... a little bit of enthusiasm?

But that's the problem, isn't it? Fan Lin swallowed a fried egg in one gulp. We work the hardest in class because we like Hagrid. But he thought we liked this... well, kind of stupid class. It gave Hagrid the illusion that... anyway... you guys Who would expect anyone to go on to N.E.W.T. for this class? Oh, sure, there are, but that was a long time ago, and the author of the book on Fantastic Beasts, well, of course, not the book Bite, but he's in America now. Apparently, Dumbledore didn't invite him back...

None of Harry, Ron, or Hermione answered; but the answer was obvious. They knew very well that no one in this year would want to continue taking Care of Magical Creatures.

When Hagrid left the table ten minutes later, they averted his eyes and casually responded to his cheery wave.

After eating, they sat in place and waited for Professor McGonagall to come down from the staff table. Distributing class schedules this year was more complicated than usual, as Professor McGonagall first had to make sure that everyone had achieved the required O.W.L.s in their chosen N.E.W.T courses.

This is good news. In view of the results of Fan Lin and Hermione before, Hogwarts said that the two of them can directly report to N.E.W.T...

This saved Fan Lin a lot of effort. In fact, only Hermione was seriously reviewing during the entire holiday, and Fan Lin was more in a frenzy of playing with alchemy. But in fact, Hogwarts There is no subject about alchemy in Ziz, which has caused Fleur to keep teasing, saying that Fan Lin is more like Beauxbaton's student, and that Gabriel misses him and Hermione very much.

However, it is not wrong to say that he is a student of Beauxbatons. He studied alchemy with Nicolas, and Nicolas alone can represent the entire Beauxbatons. There is nothing worthy of objection.

But apart from the latter things, the former words made Ginny and Hermione very angry.

What is Beauxbaton's student, oh well, Fleur is one, but she's still so... annoying?

Under the instruction of Professor McGonagall, although this made Hermione a little discouraged, because there was no exam to prove her strength, but considering that Hermione's grades have been excellent in all subjects since she entered school, this does not seem to be the case. Not that important.

Hermione recovered quickly, and then decided to continue studying Charms, Defense Against the Dark Arts, Transfiguration, Herbalism, Arithmetic and Divination, Ancient Rune and Potions, so she immediately ran to the first class An ancient rune.

Fan Lin felt a little... Well, as he grew older, Fan Lin soon discovered that he was not a diligent person by nature. It can be said that a lazy cancer patient, if not for the encouragement of Comrade Fu And a lot of troubles, Fan Lin thinks that Xianyu's life is pretty good.

Work or something, work is impossible to work, probably just relying on hugging your thighs to support yourself...

Are you sure? Professor McGonagall looked at Fan Lin's pitiful few courses on the schedule, Spells, Defense Against the Dark Arts, and Transfiguration?

Uh... Fan Lin felt a little apprehensive, Uh, there is another ancient rune, which I forgot to add just now.

Okay, Ancient Rune also has Potions and Herbal Medicine, right? Professor McGonagall looked at Fan Lin quietly.

No... no problem... Fan Lin wept...

Neville took a little longer to sort out; when Professor McGonagall looked down at his application and his O.W.L.s results at the same time, a worried expression appeared on his round face.

Herb class, good, she said. Professor Sprout will be delighted to see you come back to her class with an 'excellent' O.W.L.s, and you can go on to Defense Against the Dark Arts because your grades are 'beyond expectations'. But the problem is with Transfiguration. I'm sorry, Longbottom, a 'pass' isn't good enough, you can't go on to N.E.W.T level, I just don't think you're up to it.”

Neville hung his head. Professor McGonagall stared at him through her square-rimmed glasses. However, why do you want to continue learning transformation? In my impression, you don't particularly like it.

Neville looked distressed, and he muttered something that sounded like my grandma wishes.

Hmph, Professor McGonagall snorted. Your grandma should have learned to be proud of her grandson, not who she thought her grandson should be - especially after what happened at Hogwarts.

Neville blushed and blinked in confusion; Professor McGonagall had never complimented him before.

I'm sorry, Longbottom, I can't let you into my N.E.W.T class. However, I see you got 'exceeded expectations' in Charms - why not try N.E.W.T level Charms?

Grandma doesn't think Charms is fun, Neville muttered.

Then take Charms, ​​said Professor McGonagall, and I'll write to Augusta to remind her not to assume that the course is worthless just because she failed her own O.W.L.s in Charms. Did you choose Charms? She looked at Neville's dubious face with a smile, picked up a blank schedule and tapped it lightly with her wand, then handed it to him. filled his new curriculum.

Professor McGonagall then turned to Parvati Patil, and her first question was whether Firenze—the handsome centaur—was still teaching divination.

He and Professor Trelawney are co-teaching the subject this year, said Professor McGonagall, somewhat disapprovingly; she was known to despise Divination.

Professor Trelawney for the sixth grade class. Five minutes later, Parvati looked a little downcast and set off for her divination class.

So, Potter, Potter... Professor McGonagall turned to Harry as he looked through the records. Charms, Defense Against the Dark Arts, Herbalism, Transfiguration... no problem. I must say, I am very satisfied with your Transfiguration score, Potter, very satisfied. So, why don't you apply to continue studying magic? What about medicine? I remember your ambition was to be an Auror?

Yes, but you told me that O.W.L.s must be 'excellent', Professor.

Professor Snape taught the class like this. However, Professor Slughorn is willing to accept students who 'exceed expectations' in their O.W.L.s. Do you wish to continue with Potions?

Uh...yes, Harry said hastily. There was already Fan Lin's example before, and the course was doubled immediately. Harry didn't want to add an ancient rune or something, But I didn't buy a magic spell. Textbooks and ingredients for medicine class...

I'm sure Professor Slughorn can lend you some, said Professor McGonagall. Very well, Potter, here is your class schedule. Oh, by the way - twenty people have signed up for the Gryffindor Quidditch team. I'll give you the list as scheduled, You can pick a time to arrange the selection.

A few minutes later Ron was also set, as was Harry's class, and the two of them left the table together.

In fact, there is still Fan Lin, but after temporarily adding the magic text class, Fan Lin has already chased Hermione out.

Look, Ron looked at the timetable happily, it's all right now, not even after recess in the morning...not after lunch...it's great.

The two of them went back to the common room, which was deserted except for a dozen seventh years, and there was Katie Bell, the last remaining member of the Quidditch team Harry had joined in his first year. a member.

I knew you'd get it, well done, she exclaimed, pointing to the captain's badge on Harry's chest. Tell me when you plan to start the selection!

Don't be stupid, Harry said, You don't have to participate in the selection, I have watched you play for five years...

You can't start that, she warned him. I don't know if anyone outside the team can play better than me. The captain only uses his old face, or friends who cover him up. That's how a good team is ruined...

Ron looked disturbed at this, and started playing with the Fanged Frisbee that Hermione had confiscated from the fourth years. It was circling the common room, growling and trying to bite the tapestry.

Crookshanks fixed his yellow eyes on it, hissing as it approached. They reluctantly left the sunlit common room an hour later and went down four flights of stairs to their Defense Against the Dark Arts class.

Hermione and Fan Lin were already queuing up outside, holding a pile of heavy books with cheated expressions on their faces.

There are so many homework assignments in our Ancient Runes class, she said anxiously when she saw Harry and Ron approaching. One 5-inch paper, two translations and have to read them all by Wednesday!

What a pity, Ron yawned. You wait, said Hermione bitterly. I bet Snape's got us a bunch of them.

Oh, don't, Hermione... Fan Lin said with some headaches, By the way, there are only so many runes that can construct a magic circle. Who knows why there are so many more things? We don't do archaeology. Now I just I hope that Professor Snape will not assign us too many things, this is definitely a rhythm that makes people mentally explode.

Oh, that's impossible. Harry said without hesitation, If it wasn't for the importance of this subject, I wouldn't even know it... By the way, is Professor Slughorn's Potions very strong, Van Lin?

Sure, but I'd rather do my own research based on the data. Alchemy is not too different from this, it's just the nature of herbs. Anyway, I don't really like to go...

You can't do this, Fan Lin. Hermione said bitterly, As the president of the Boys' Student Union, you must be active, I mean...

The door of the speaking room opened, and Snape walked into the corridor, two strands of greasy black hair hanging on either side of his sallow face. Everyone in line immediately fell silent.