A Hogwarts dissertation guide

This was a relief to Hermione, Ron and Harry.Today they only needed to sit at a table behind Hagrid's hut and prepare a batch of newly selected foods to whet the appetite of the snails.

But just looking at the expressions of Hermione and Ron, everyone seemed to be glad that they didn't have to come into close contact with the Blast-Ended Skrewts.

At the other end of the vegetable garden, Pansy was leaning against the wooden fence and looking at Hagrid's hut. Next to her were other Slytherin girls. They seemed to be discussing the ball eagerly and chattering away.

Pansy just stared at Hagrid's cabin, looking very hesitant.

"Hermione, you must not have found a dance partner yet?" Ron asked in a low voice, "I happen to be alone."

"Sorry, I've already found a dance partner." Hermione refused directly.

Ron shook his head slightly and looked at Hermione in disbelief.

"Are you coming to that ill-fated ball on Christmas Day, Hagrid?" Harry asked.

"I wanted to drop by," Hagrid said gruffly. "I think it's going to be lively. You're opening the ball, aren't you, Harry? Who are you taking?"

"Nobody yet," Harry said, feeling himself blush again.Hagrid didn't ask further, because from the look on his face, he seemed to be immersed in his dance partner.

In the last week of the semester, the school became more lively and noisy day by day.Rumors circulated about the Yule Ball, but most of them were rumors - for example, Dumbledore had bought eight hundred barrels of flavored mead from Lady Rosmerta of the Three Broomsticks.But it's possible that he booked the weird sisters.

As to who or what the Weird Sisters are, most students have no idea.

Some teachers, such as the little Professor Flitwick, saw that their classmates were obviously distracted and simply stopped teaching.He allowed them to play games in his class on Wednesday, and he spent most of the time chatting with Hermione and Harry, discussing the spell Hermione had used in her first project in the Triwizard Tournament, and, of course, The wonderful flying spell that Harry used.

Other teachers are definitely not so easy to talk to.For example, Professor Binns' attention has never been diverted by anything, and Professor Lumpo is probably a special case.But he continued to trudge through his pile of notes on the Goblin Rebellion - classmates speculated that since Professor Binns did not let his death stop him from continuing to teach, it was impossible for something as trivial as the Yule Ball to be used. He was distracted.

It is really strange that Professor Binns made the bloody and thrilling goblin rebellion as boring as the report on the bottom of Percy's cauldron.

But this is reasonable. After all, Professor Binns has personally experienced the goblin rebellion, even though he has never set foot outside Hogwarts Castle.But there is no doubt that he knows the historical truth best.

Perhaps, the goblin rebellion back then was really just a nonsensical farce.

But this is no longer possible.

Professor McGonagall and Moody did not let the students sit idle. Until the last second before get out of class ended, they were still asking the students to copy on the blackboard.

Not to mention Snape, who would rather adopt Harry as his son than let his classmates play games in class.He looked darkly at the class and told them that he would be testing their antidote in the last class of the semester.

Ever since Harry was selected as the Hogwarts Champion, Snape had never given Harry a good look, as if...as if his own son had been involved in the dangerous Triwizard Tournament.

"He's so mean," Ron said angrily in the Gryffindor common room that night, "for testing us on the last day and ruining the last bit of term with a ton of homework."

"Well...actually we didn't work too hard." Harry sighed and said. He couldn't figure out why Snape suddenly didn't like him. In fact, he cared about Snape's opinion very much. After all, it was The teacher he hated most, and Harry also believed that Potions was a very advanced subject, and he was very interested in Potions - if Snape didn't suppress him in class.

Ron was busy building a castle with his deck of crackling exploding cards - this pastime was much more interesting than Muggle playing cards, and if he didn't do it right, the whole thing he was building would explode at any time.

"But it's Christmas!" Ron looked at Harry in disbelief, as if he couldn't believe that these words came out of his mouth.

The words sounded more like Hermione's.

"Yes, it's Christmas," drawled Hermione, who was sitting in an armchair by the fire, reading Mermaids: A Comprehensive Guide to Language and Customs for the tenth time.

“I think it’s better to use this time to do more creative things.”

"Like what?" Harry asked. He closed the Potions class notes in front of him casually. Because he was a warrior and did not need to participate in the final exam, he had not listened carefully to the class before.Knowing that Snape was going to test them on the last day, he had to improvise.

"That golden egg." Hermione whispered. She didn't want to arouse Ron's resentment again. God knows what would happen to his fragile little heart.

"Okay, Hermione, I can rest until February 2th!" Harry said.

Harry's golden egg has been kept in his box upstairs. He has never opened it since he figured out the secret of the golden egg with the help of Hermione. Anyway, he has figured out the secret of the golden egg. Secret, and now the water in the Black Lake is freezing cold. He doesn't want to enter the Black Lake. At least he has to wait until spring when all the ice floes on the Black Lake melt away.

"But you have to figure out how to survive underwater for an hour!" Hermione said. "I bet the other warriors have already started to figure out a way. You are the only one who is not in a hurry. On the day of the competition, you can You really become a big fool."

"Don't bother him, Hermione, he should rest." Ron said, putting the last two cards on the top of the castle, and with a bang, the whole castle exploded, scorching his eyebrows.

"It's so beautiful, Ron... If it were actually at a dance, you would definitely be the center of attention."

It was Fred and George, and they sat down at Harry, Hermione, and Ron's table. Ron rubbed his eyebrows to check the extent of his burns.

"Ron, have you chosen a dance partner?" George asked.

"It's not settled yet." Hermione said and moved to Ginny's table next to her. She probably guessed what topics these boys were going to discuss. This would definitely make her unhappy, so she finally It's better to leave as soon as possible.