A Hogwarts dissertation guide

On the last day of the semester, exam results were announced.Hermione once again passed all the exams with first place in the school year - except Divination, which she never took at all.

Percy passed the most advanced NEWTs, and Fred and George each managed to pass three OWLs, which allowed them to face less criticism from their mothers during the holidays.

Meanwhile, Gryffindor House won the house championship for three consecutive years, largely due to its outstanding performance in Quidditch.That means the end-of-term banquet is decorated in scarlet and gold, and it means the Gryffindor table is extra busy because everyone is celebrating.

Except for Slytherin and their Head of House, Severus Snape.

Snape had a headache now. How should he face Lily?

In the past six months, he had been avoiding the resurrection of James Potter by evading it, and Lily had the good sense not to mention it. The two of them had been running their lives in a tacit understanding.

But every time Snape closed his eyes, the events of that year always flashed through his mind, whether it was breaking off relations with Lily or being humiliated by James Potter and others.

"Perhaps, we should just let everything be like this..."

Snape sighed, his unhappy look noticed by Professor McGonagall.

"No, be happy, Severus, today is the end-of-term banquet." Professor McGonagall held the goblet with a blush on her face, "Don't win the House Cup and Quidditch Silver Cup just because Gryffindor Not happy."

Snape glanced at Professor McGonagall helplessly, picked up the wine glass and clinked it with her.

As the Hogwarts Express left the station the next day, Hermione gave Harry and Ron some shocking news.

"I went to see Professor McGonagall this morning, just before breakfast. I have decided not to take Muggle Studies."

"But your test score is 5.00%!" Ron said.

"I know," Hermione sighed, "but I can't stand next year being like this again. I've turned in... and I should be able to get a normal timetable next year."

"By the way, we still don't know how you did it...appearing in several classrooms at the same time." Ron complained, "Aren't we your friends? You don't even want to tell us."

"I promised the teacher and Professor McGonagall not to tell anyone." Hermione said seriously.

When he mentioned Edward, Ron felt like an eggplant beaten by frost, losing his previous momentum.

"Alright alright."

Harry was watching Hogwarts being obscured by a mountain, and he began to get excited.

"By the way, Harry, I've been thinking about it." Ron said, "Harry, maybe we can go to the game together before school starts. My mother has mentioned it before."

"Game?" Hermione asked doubtfully.

"Yes, there will be the Quidditch World Cup this summer! How about it, Hermione, are you planning to come too?" Ron said excitedly, "My dad got the tickets from work."

"Well, it's Quidditch again." Hermione said with a little disdain.

"Hermione, you must not miss this game, this is the World Cup final!" Ron said, he was as excited as if he was at the final scene.

But this topic was obviously not very interesting to Hermione. She played a few games with Ron and Harry, and when the witch pushing the tea trolley arrived, they bought three lunches with chocolate.

"By the way, Hermione, why are you making trains with us this summer?" Harry asked while eating lunch.

"Because the teacher said I should enjoy the happiness of my peers." Hermione sighed, but this made Ron and Harry very happy.

Ron said almost immediately, "You should have put down those textbooks a long time ago. You already know more than Percy."

"But I still know too little!"

Harry and Ron looked at each other silently and decided not to discuss the subject, which would only make them sadder.

Hermione's level far surpassed theirs, but she still claimed that she had learned too little...

This made Harry and Ron's hearts hurt, very painful!

"Harry!" Hermione suddenly looked back and said, "What is that outside your window?"

Harry turned and looked outside. There was a small gray thing jumping and appearing on the window glass. He stood up to get a better look.It was a little owl, carrying an envelope that was quite large for it.

The owl is so small that it does somersaults in the air.Hit by the train's backward airflow.

Harry quickly pulled down the window, stretched out his arm and grabbed the owl as if it were a fluffy Golden Snitch.

The owl dropped the letter on Harry's seat and then began to ascend steeply in the carriage, obviously very pleased with its task.

Harry picked up the letter, which was addressed to him.He tore open the letter and shouted, "It's from my father!"

"Your father..."

Ron and Hermione looked at each other and sighed helplessly.

We obviously have a few hours to go home, right?

"Dear Harry: I think you are on the train home now, and I will see you at the station in a few hours. But I can't wait for you to know this news as soon as possible: after an investigation by the Ministry of Magic, It has been confirmed that Sirius is innocent. He has arrived home from the Ministry of Magic. We will wait for you together at King's Cross Station.

By the way, when you were very young... I don't know if you still remember it - we had agreed that Sirius would be your godfather, and I hope you can accept him soon.

There is another thing, although he is unwilling to explain it, I already know from Remus’s mouth that the Firebolt you received for Christmas was given to you by Sirius. I hope you like it (it’s best not to make it too obvious, He feels guilty for misremembering the date and is afraid to tell you about it).

Love you James. "

"Ha!" Ron said, "He really gave that broom to you!"

"Yes, but we didn't know the truth at that time." Hermione nodded and said, "And he didn't tamper with the broom."

"Can you lend me a ride after school starts?" Ron asked expectantly, "You already have two Firebolts."

"Well, actually Ron...it's okay to give you one."

"No, no, no," Ron waved his hand quickly, "I can't accept it. This is a Firebolt. If my mother finds out, she will scold me to death!"

On the way to King's Cross station, Harry read and reread his father's letter.When they walked off the platform, Harry immediately saw two thin figures. Even with the light behind them, he could easily tell that they were his father and Sirius.