Hogwarts: Atypical Slytherin

Chapter 227 The end of the exam

Giving others judgment about fate will add a color of uncertainty to your own life.

This is a point that is always mentioned repeatedly in Chinese numerology.

[Some people believe that interfering with the fate of others will cause changes in the "fruit". 】

[Sometimes the change of "cause" will point to a "result" anyway. Then this destined "result" is considered to have interfered, and it will become a part of "your" life, not others. 】

"Don't interfere with other people's fate."

This is the first lesson taught to all students by the old man with a white beard who always appears in his dreams.

Perhaps this day is a day full of spirituality and the integration of the world.

Miss Albert had spent the whole day looking at the old ideas about how the planets met, and what the signs were, and how they reflected the manifestations.

She had another dream.

This dream is very strange.

The man wore a black hood and was very tall. Even standing next to her, he was almost half a head taller than her.

She could feel the sight, sharp enough to cut through the fog, that the man could see her.

It's not fair, Claudine can't see this man's face.

"I beg you." The hooded man raised his head, but the black robe showed nothing, like a dark vortex wrapped in a ball of cloth.

It seemed to be talking to the tall man, its voice full of exhaustion and supplication.

"Let that day come later..."

The articulation was very strange—because it was familiar, but Crowney couldn't match it to anyone she knew.

The thing was very tall, surrounded by mist, and only its naked, huge insteps full of scars could be seen.

Then Clowney heard a sigh.

She couldn't guess what it was.

Maybe it's just a rare dream without any logic.

Maybe it was a good dream.

She felt really refreshed and more powerful than ever.

Maybe it's because she survived the still ridiculous divination exam?

If she had to face the crazy professor's unapproachable face in the next few years, she would rather give up this class: unless she could skip class without being discovered.

But there were very few people willing to take the class, and she shouldn't risk taking a one-on-one class with her just to get a grade that wasn't needed for employment.

Clooney gave a fake smile and happened to meet the Weasleys: "How about it, Clooney, do you want us to continue to sign up for this course next year? This is so cool-"

"Just close your eyes and say something..."

"I thought I could at least get an E."

Fred and George leaned together happily. While bragging about their achievements, they staggered back to the stairs as if they were drunk.

Crowney thought they were not stupid enough to sneak back Firewhiskey from Hogsmeade at this time.

"Please walk carefully," she answered them.

After all, Amelia was feeling sad about the glass of alcoholic grape juice she drank before the Charms exam: she was worried that she would have to retake the course, and she still looked depressed even after so many days. Yes, I was just coaxed by Helles not long ago.

OWL is indeed as described by Mr. Weasley's outstanding student council president. It is not a mountain that is difficult to cross the campus or a hill that has to be climbed on a rugged road.

It's really easy.

Clowney felt like he wouldn't have to worry about grades anymore.

All of this should be attributed to the fact that in the magical world, there is no collection of past test questions, standard answers, and exam key points like the Muggle exams.

Most people's memories of the exam end here. From now on, no matter how many times the goblins have rebelled, or whether the giants have the same political structure as humans, or even experiments and transplanting herbs can't stop them. Children look forward to the holidays any less.

Exam week almost flies by in the blink of an eye. Almost all the time has been deprived of by such a thing, and almost all the children are looking forward to the day when it ends.

No matter which college the children belong to, they have begun to look forward to the happy days when they do not need to worry about any exams (of course this is temporary). After the last exam ended, the auditorium became noisy again.

Whether it is seventh grade or fifth grade, or the seniors or juniors who were originally excluded but still carefully take care of these important issues in their lives, take extra care. In the past two weeks, only the whispers of students could be heard at the dining table. Occasionally, my brain would be baptized by the gazes of people from various colleges.

Now, at last, they have reached the moment of liberation.

There was a cheerful atmosphere in the auditorium. Clooney couldn't help but be infected by this atmosphere and began to plan his next journey.

But the worry cloud did not dissipate from Helles' face at this time.

This girl, Clowney thought, was sometimes like the stubborn Weasley boys who no one could pry open their mouths about the things they didn't want to say.

No one had ever been able to bring such an expression to Helles' face.

She involuntarily puffed up one side of her cheeks and tried to exchange glances with Emilia beside her.

Erwin stretched his head from the side, but Clooney blocked it with his head.

She thinks this is girl time.

Emilia was imitating her wink with a weird expression, but received nothing. But after a while, she suddenly understood and said, "Are you trying to ask what lesson that 'blinking' star is about?"

That's not the case. Crowney sighed helplessly and wanted to put his face under the worried girl's creaking nest.

"Please don't act like a boy who wants to attract attention, Clowney." Helles' tone was cold, but soon someone jumped up as if his name was called.

"Who are you talking about?" Slytherin's fifth-year prefect glared at her from across the way, seemingly not afraid of her emotions.

"I didn't say who it was." Helles finally smiled and saved her squeaky nest from the girl's head.

This semester has not been very thrilling. Harry has been paying attention to the activities among his friends all the time. Of course, he was also happy that they had ended a major exam of their own. Ron's two twin brothers almost overturned the Gryffindor table in excitement, but no one tried to stop them.

He looked at the Slytherin table on the other side, ignoring Malfoy's sinister face - God knows why this vicious little white face always had to stare at him, and he didn't notice that Claudia was looking at their table. sign, and sighed a little disappointedly.

Hermione spoke very promptly: "Harry, if you are really sorry for your possible final grades, you have to remember to do your best when reviewing, instead of imitating someone who always puts off everything that needs to be done. at last!"

"Who are you talking about?" Ron stared at them, trying to scare off the 'Professor McGonagall' who was extremely picky about their study attitude even after the exam.

"It seems that someone knows it very well." The same opening but ended with a different ending,

Ron turned his head sharply, and Harry immediately guessed that he would start complaining that Hermione was like a "magic learning mirror" that nags all the time (the magic dressing mirror likes to evaluate people's appearance and guide people on what they should do. How to dress up). Although Harry agreed with this, he didn't want to cause conflict on such a happy day.

Soon, he was saved.

A fiery red bird grabbed a fiery red letter and ran rampant among the birds like an out-of-control cannonball. Fragments of feathers began to scatter on the long table.

Harry could hear the voices of many people complaining.

Before he even joined, something even more embarrassing happened.

The reckless bird bumped into his arms in a hurry. He even felt that a big hole had been opened in his stomach by the strange bird's beak. Maybe the milk and other things inside would soon flow out. Out.

Following the wet feathers, he finally touched the letter. The little bird didn't even say hello to him. It shook off the water stains on its body, took off directly on the spot, and jumped into the air again.

He heard Hermione let out a sharp curse.

Thankfully, his stomach was intact and the warm and cold stuff was just milk that the bird had spilled.

"Very! Impolite!" Hermione angrily shook her robe that was filled with sticky liquid, "I think these owls should be trained to start delivering letters!"

Ron looked over with envy: "But, having said that, isn't this owl full of energy?"

"If I had to choose an owl..." he said, a little intoxicated, "yes, I will have an owl of my own soon."

"How do you know this, Hermione?"

"If I weren't a fool," Hermione replied, "then I would know everything."

Harry opened the letter very quickly because he had already seen the signature on the outside of the envelope.

[From: Urgent letter from Sirius]

Sandwiched between Ron and Hermione, he opened it expectantly with a raised eyebrow.

[Harry:

I'm sorry that this happened right under my nose. It seems that the Ministry of Magic is indeed a bunch of idle idiots.

I shouldn't have had my hopes up on them - ever.

Peter Pettigrew escaped from prison, but don't worry, Dumbledore has promised me to return to Hogwarts.

......

I will always be at your side.

Angry Sirius]

This news is far more important than whether an owl has been trained.

Harry gasped.

"This 'flaming' bird carries a 'bomb' message," he said.

"It was really explosive." Ron pointed to the sky above them.

From that place came the fierce howling of an owl that had been hit by the bomb.

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