HP Magic Biography

Then what?

And then? Oh, Hermione, then your tests will come, won't they? They'll make you a hardworking student, Fred said, making a satisfied face.

We've spent half the year on the Ordinary Wizarding Ranks, said George cheerfully. Tears and tantrums...

That's what happened to Geeta when the potion was boiling, remember, George? Fred recalled.

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

Oh, yes, that's it... said Fred, grinning with his teeth. I forgot...is it hard to remember something very clearly?

All in all, it's been a nightmare for Year 5, George said. If you don't mind your test results, then whatever. Fred and I have to maintain our woodpecker somehow.

Yeah, said Fred casually. But we feel like our future will be more than just lying in the academy.

Our most serious debate is whether or not we're here for Year 7, George said sharply, and now we've had—

He stopped when Fanlin gave him a warning look, and George knew that it was Harry who had given him the money he had won in the Battle of the Warriors, and that there was a large amount of funding from Fanlin.

We've got our Ordinary Wizarding Certificate now, said George hastily. I mean, do we really need the ultimate wizard's credentials? But we figured Mummy wouldn't let us leave school too early and be the dumbest people in the world after Percy.

We're not going to waste our last year here, Fred said, glancing down the hall. 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 that need.

But how do you get the money to open a joke shop? Hermione asked skeptically. You'll need all the materials and ingredients—and the premise, I think...

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

Over his head he heard Fred say, Don't ask us questions, and we won't lie to you, Hermione. Come on, George, if we get there sooner we might sell a few wind ears.

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

What does that mean? said Hermione.

Look and go between the three big boys. 'Don't ask us questions...' Does that mean they already have some funds to start a joke shop?

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

Maybe they made a small profit, but don't worry... Fan Lin said, Anyway, you have a new gift, Ron, maybe it's because of their love for you.

Love? Oh, well... Ron nodded.

Wait a minute, Fan Lin, are you...

I promise, I will obey you obediently. Fan Lin said immediately.

Oh, maybe we can talk about the rest of the day. Harry said, blushing a little. Do you think this year is going to be difficult? Because of the exams?

Oh, yes, said Ron, it will, won't it? The OWLs are important, affect work and you can use them for everything. We have career choices, too, Bill told me .So you can choose which Ultimate Wizarding Level exam you take next year.

Have you thought about what to do after Hogwarts? Harry asked the others as they left the hall for History of Magic.

Not sure, said Ron slowly, unless... well... He looked sheepish.

What? Harry asked him.

Well, being an Auror is cool, said Ron in a very casual voice.

Yes, yes, said Harry enthusiastically.

This is a good choice, Ron. It can also help Mr. Weasley. I think Mrs. Weasley will approve of you working in the Ministry of Magic. Fan Lin affirmed, However, it will take a while Yes, but we are three years away from graduation.

You'll be fine. How about you, Hermione? Harry asked.

I don't know, she said. I thought maybe I'd do something worthwhile.

An Auror is worth it! said Harry.

Yes, but it's not the only thing worth doing, said Hermione thoughtfully. I mean, if we can continue to run the Elf Welfare Promotion Association...

Harry and Ron avoided looking at each other as much as possible.

Uh... Fan Lin was also a little speechless, but expressing support or something, isn't this a basic operation?

History of Magic is often considered the most boring subject by wizards.

Professor Binns, their ghost teacher, spoke in a breathless, low, sleepy voice. He never changed their lessons, but he didn't stop speaking while they were taking notes, or would rather stare sleepily into the air.

Harry and Ron had never attended the subject except to copy Hermione's notes before exams; she seemed to be resistant to Professor Binns' hypnotic voice.

Today they endured for an hour and a half narrating in muffled voices the battle of the giants. After Harry stayed in the classroom for 10 minutes and looked at the book with his eyes, he realized that it would be much more interesting if this course was taught by other teachers, and Fan Lin did this, and he was always much better than Professor Binns in his own opinion. ,but……

What is Fan Lin holding? Alchemy commentary? Or a detailed explanation of the medieval magic pattern?

Oh well, actually, Harry wanted to look into it too, but his head seemed to stop spinning, and then he spent almost an hour and 20 minutes playing hangman on the parchment with Ron, when Hermione shot them a disgusted look out of the corner of her eye.

What will become of you? Hermione asked dryly as they left the classroom. What if I don't lend you my notes this year?

We'll fail the OWGs, said Ron, if you'll have your conscience, Hermione...

That's as it should be, she said sternly. You never even listen to his lectures, do you?

I did try, said Ron, I just don't have your intellect, your memory and your concentration. You're just smarter than us, and you think it's nice to touch us?

Oh, don't talk that nonsense to us, said Hermione, but she looked calmer as she entered the dank courtyard.

Foggy drizzle was falling, so the people huddled at the edge of the yard looked blurry.

Harry, Ron, Fan Lin and Hermione chose a hidden corner under the rainy balcony, opened the collar of their robes to fight against the cold autumn wind, and discussed what would happen to Snape in the first lesson of the year Teach them a lesson, they've considered it could be bad, especially after they've gotten involved in the Order of the Phoenix, anyway, the number of times Professor Snape and them have seen each other...

This feels right to be a terrible thing.

At this time a person came over.

Hello, Harry! It was Zhang Qiu.

She is almost always surrounded by groups of laughing girls.

Harry remembered the anguish of going to invite him to the Yule Ball.

Okay, Harry said, feeling his face turn red, at least this time you've got an idiot face, he told himself.

Did you have a good vacation? Cho asked tentatively.

Yes, Harry said, trying to grin his teeth, though the memory of their last date was still fresh, so, you, uh, had a good summer?

Harry blushed in such a silly way that the girls around him laughed.

In fact, these words also hit Qiu's sore spot.

The word happy was obviously not suitable when Cedric left Qiu, but Qiu forced a smile.

It's okay, Harry, you're going to...

Professor Snape's class. Harry replied honestly.

Oh, then you go, Professor Snape... Qiu said halfway, and then was pulled away by the girl next to him. It seemed that the girl didn't like Qiu's contact with Harry very much.

People have gone far away, brother. Fan Lin bumped Harry's shoulder, and since Qiu came over, he stayed behind with Ron and the others.

Ah...well, yes...

How was the conversation? Fan Lin asked.

It's kind of... Harry thought about it, but now he couldn't think of anything, it's kind of fun...

Happy? Fan Lin questioned.

Maybe... Harry replied uncertainly.

Along the way, however, Harry kept reminiscing, and Harry couldn't help thinking when they joined the long line in front of Snape's classroom.

She chose to walk up to him and talk to him, didn't she? She had been Cedric's girlfriend; she could have easily hated Harry because he had escaped the Challenger Labyrinth alive and Cedric had turned into a vampire forcing Cedric to abandon Cho, but she But talking to him like a friend, without taking him for a lunatic or a liar, or holding him responsible for Cedric's accident.

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

Thinking of this, Harry was very happy.

Although the creak of Snape's classroom door opening didn't shrink, the bubble of hope in his chest grew bigger.

Is there anything wrong with Harry? Hermione asked in a low voice. She saw Harry frowning for a while, and grinning again for a while...

Perhaps. Fan Lin curled his lips. He was aware of Harry's conflict, and Cedric was involved because of Harry, but Harry was not responsible, not to mention that Cedric and Qiu had already separated.

perhaps?

Now his mind is full of Qiu, so we don't care about him, just like I am full of you, it's the same reason. Fan Lin said in a low voice.

Hermione's face turned red all of a sudden, which made Fan Lin feel very refreshed.

Still, Snape's lesson was worth it.

Harry followed Ron, Van Lin, and Hermione into the classroom and walked to the last table where they usually sat, and Harry didn't even realize that he was sitting directly between Van Lin and Hermione.

This made Fan Lin a little helpless, but Professor Snape's old face was right there, who could ignore it?

Sit down, Snape said dryly, and closed the door.

In fact, giving orders in class is superfluous; when the door is heard to close, the classroom falls silent and all movement stops.

Snape's expression was enough to silence the classroom.

Before today's class, said Snape, walking up to his lectern and beginning to look around at them, I would like to remind you in due course that you will be taking an important exam in June to see what you are doing. How you're doing with composition and magic potions. There are undoubtedly idiots in the class, and I'm expecting you to barely manage a 'pass' on your Ordinary Wizarding Orders, or choose to take my displeasure.

For a moment he stared at Neville, who was trying to suppress his fear.

After this year, of course, many of you will stop studying with me, Snape went on. I only put very good students into my Magic Potions class for the Ultimate Wizarding Exam, which means some of you will say goodbye.

His eyes stopped on Harry and his mouth closed. Harry glared at him, and suddenly Harry felt immense joy at the thought of giving up Potions of Magic after fifth year.

But we still have a year to say goodbye happily, and before that time comes, Snape said softly, Whether you want to try the Ultimate Wizarding Level or not, I suggest you focus on this class, if not……

Snape didn't finish his sentence, the professor just looked indifferent, then turned around, the black cloak behind him puffed up a little, like bat's wings.

(I don’t know if you have heard of Batman, but the superpower is the one with money.)

Today we'll be mixing a potion that's often tested on the Ordinary Wizarding Levels: the Potion of Peace, a potion that calms anxiety and eases excitement. Note: if you're too clumsy with your materials it can make drinking the potion People sleep forever, so you need to be very careful about what you're doing.

On Harry's left, Hermione sat up straight, expressing her intense concentration. Fan Lin, on the other hand, looked sideways at Hermione, and then looked at the notes on the blackboard.

Materials and methods— Snape shook his wand suddenly, —on the blackboard... you'll find everything you need...

He shakes his wand again In the locker. (The locker door swings open)

...you have half an hour, start...

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

Materials appear in the atmospheric pot exactly and in just enough quantities, if all is right; the mixture is stirred precisely in the pot, first clockwise, then counter-clockwise; when the flame gets too hot it is lowered to suit the particular drug Before all the ingredients are added. A cloud of glowing silver vapor should now rise from your cauldron. Snape said slowly.

After ten minutes passed.

Harry was sweating profusely, looking hopelessly at the dungeon.

His cauldron was black and gray steam; Ron's was green sparks. Seamus poked excitedly with his wand at the bottom of his cauldron, as if that would set Hope right.

The surface of Hermione's potion, however, shone with a hazy silver mist, and when Snape looked down from his hooked nose, there was no criticism, because he couldn't find any reason to find fault.

But Fan Lin had already put the potion into the bottle, which was no difficulty for him.

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

Potter, imagine what this would turn into? The Slytherins at the front of the room looked back eagerly, enjoying hearing Snape taunting Harry.

Peace Potion? Harry said nervously.

Tell me Harry, said Snape softly, can you read?