Together [HP]

When Jacqueline went up to the Great Hall for breakfast the next day, Professor Snape was already handing out timetables along the tables.

"I noticed you didn't stay last night, Miss Graham," he said behind Jacqueline in that dangerous, low voice.

Jacqueline shuddered, "I'm sorry Professor," she said hastily, "but, uh, why did I last night..." Her words came to an abrupt end, and it was only then that she remembered that as a prefect, she had to Lead first-year students to their lounge after dinner.

"I'm terribly sorry, Professor," said Jacqueline, "and I promise I won't make that mistake again."

Professor Snape glanced at her, put the timetable into Pansy's hand, and went on to distribute the timetable to others.

"This is the second time you have forgotten to perform your duties." Pansy lowered her voice, and Professor Snape was only a few steps away from them.

"What can I say." Jacqueline shrank her head and said in a low voice, "Dumbledore should find a prefect who is more reliable than me."

Pansy shrugged her shoulders, confirming Jacqueline's statement. She glanced at the class schedule and exclaimed miserably, "Oh, no. History of Magic with Hufflepuff, two sessions with Gryffindor Potions class, and two Defense Against the Dark Arts lessons with Gryffindors. Could there be a worse Monday?"

"You have to learn to adapt," Jacqueline poured herself a cup of coffee, and then carefully observed its color, "the fifth grade is the OWLs year, which means we have to deal with a lot of exams endlessly. McGonagall The professor has been putting pressure on us since last year."

"Old Parkinson kept whispering in my ears how important OWLs are all summer vacation, which affects what jobs I can apply for in the future, and what NEWTs subjects I can choose next year. He said that he hoped that I would go to a university after graduation. What about you?" Pansy asked, as they left the auditorium and headed for the History of Magic classroom, "Is there any pressure on you from Professor Graham?"

Jacqueline shook her head, "Our family didn't mention anything, but I believe that as long as my grades are not satisfactory, I will spend the next summer vacation in endless troubles. But one thing," Jie Guilin looked at the History of Magic classroom in front of her, and she turned the doorknob, "If I do too badly in History of Magic, they won't have too many opinions."

History of Magic has been voted the dullest subject ever devised by the wizarding world.Their ghost teacher, Mr. Binns, wheezes and draws his tongue almost certain to put a person to sleep within 10 minutes; if the weather is hot, five minutes is enough.The form of his lectures remained the same, always eloquently declaring the subjects according to the scriptures, while they took notes underneath, or more accurately, they were in a daze with sleepy eyes.

Pansy had been barely passing this subject, thanks to copying Jacqueline's notes from Hermione before the exam.Hermione seemed the only one able to resist the hypnotic power of Binns' voice.And Jacqueline, she could always think of a story told to her by one of her ancestors, which was much more interesting than Mr. Binns's.

Today, they endured Professor Binns dragging his voice on the topic of giant wars for a full hour and a half.After listening for 10 minutes, Jacqueline vaguely realized that the topic might be more interesting if another teacher was used. Then her mind wandered, and in the remaining hour and two For 10 minutes, she has been practicing how to empty her mind and empty her emotions.

"The Sorting Hat is right about one thing." Pansy said, yawning as they left the classroom for a short break in the courtyard, "We do need to get on good terms with Miss Granger, I mean, you have to You need to have a good relationship with her, and if she is in a bad mood and doesn't lend you your notes, I'm doomed to fail one of my OWLs this year."

"You can copy my notes," said Jacqueline.

"No, thank you." Pansy shook her head, "Your notes in four years are not as much as she remembers in one semester."

"This kind of class doesn't use your brain at all, just relying on rote memorization." Jacqueline said disdainfully, "She just has a better memory and a little more concentration than me. There are many more important things in this world. matter."

"Whatever you want," Pansy said, "but you'll have to copy her notes before the exam."

It was drizzling, so the outlines of the people crowded in the yard in twos and threes looked a bit blurred.Jacqueline leaned against the pillars in the corridor with her eyes closed, and turned up the collar of her robe to resist the cold September wind, while feeling the cold and fresh smell in the air.

Just then, she smelled a very familiar smell, she opened her eyes, and Hermione, Harry, and Ron were chatting and walking in her direction.

"Hello, Jacqueline." Hermione nodded to her, then signaled Harry and Ron to go first, and she lowered her voice, "Why does the Ministry of Magic interfere with Hogwarts?"

"Because Fudge thinks that Dumbledore wants to use the mysterious man as an excuse to recruit troops and become a minister himself." Jacqueline stretched her neck, "So, if you want to help, just take care of your savior and let He shouldn't be foolish enough to provoke that Professor Umbridge, I dare say she would love to find an excuse to put him in detention, or even expel him."

Jacqueline exerted her shoulders to straighten herself up. She turned around and beckoned Pansy to walk towards the underground classroom, "If he is really expelled, he can just go back to the Order of the Phoenix. This is what he was planning and said indefinite."

"Harry has no reason to want to leave the school." Hermione walked in front of Jacqueline, turning her head to talk to her, "Here, Headmaster Dumbledore can protect him."

"He's not the kind of person who likes to be protected by others, he must..." Hermione suddenly slammed on the brakes in front of Jacqueline, and Jacqueline quickly stabilized herself, she almost hit Hermione Min’s body, “Why did you stop all of a sudden?”

Hermione quickly made a gesture to make Jacqueline quiet, following Hermione's eyes, Jacqueline looked forward.Harry was talking to a Ravenclaw girl, flushed all over his face.

"That's Qiu, Qiu? Zhang!" Pansy on the side couldn't suppress the wolf-like gaze in her eyes at all, and she said extremely excitedly, "Potter wanted to invite her to the ball at the last Christmas party. But It's a pity she was Cedric's girlfriend at the time."

"Then why is she looking for Potter alone now?" Jacqueline asked curiously, "Does she think that Cedric's death has something to do with Potter?"

Hermione glared at Jacqueline angrily, but when she heard Ron's accusing voice, she gasped and tried her best not to walk over.

After Cho walked away, Hermione immediately walked up to Ron and scolded, "You are so ignorant!"

"What? I'm just asking if she's a Tornado fan"

"Can't you see that she wants to be alone with Harry?"

"So what? She can talk about it, and I didn't stop her..."

"Why do you criticize the Quidditch team she supports?"

"Blame? I didn't blame her, I just..."

"Who cares if she supports the Tornados?"

"Oh come on, half of the people you see wearing those badges just bought last season."

"But what does that matter?"

"That means they are not real fans, they are just following the trend and riding the wave."

"Excuse me!" yelled Jacqueline, bewildered, she had a bit of a headache from their noise, and the bell was already ringing.The few of them quickened their pace and walked towards the underground classroom. "Can anyone tell me what happened here? It's my personal feeling," Jacqueline looked at Hermione and then at Ron, "you two are talking about completely different things."

"Isn't it obvious? Our savior fell in love with Digory's ex-girlfriend." Pansy said in a pretended whisper beside Jacqueline, but she did not whisper it, at least everyone on the stairs could tell I can hear you clearly.Harry's face turned red at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"Oh." Jacqueline nodded understandingly, and she looked at Harry, "If you want to do it, you have to hurry. My dad said that good girls at Hogwarts are especially sought after."

"How good are you!" Hermione yelled at Jacqueline, and she stormed to the line outside Professor Snape's classroom.

"Inexplicable." Jacqueline looked at the other three people blankly, "What is she crazy about?" Seeing Pansy staring at her with her hands on her hips, she quickly spread her hands, "This is just the beginning of school. I haven't had a chance to provoke her yet."

The four of them lined up behind Hermione, but Hermione folded her arms and seemed determined to ignore them.

Pansy pushed Jacqueline from behind and motioned for her to apologize to Hermione.Jacqueline turned around and glared at her, then asked silently: Why?

"For our magical history," Pansy said sharply.

Jacqueline cleared her throat. At this moment, the door of the dungeon opened with a creaking and eerie sound.Hermione walked into the classroom with her head held high, and walked to the table in the middle of the classroom where Jacqueline and Pansy used to sit, much to Pansy's relief.At least her history of magic notebooks should still be there.

"Quiet." Snape said coldly, closing the classroom door behind his back.

In fact, he didn't need to order everyone to be quiet at all. As soon as the whole class heard the door closed, they immediately became silent, and all small movements stopped.Normally, the mere presence of Snape was enough to silence the class.

"Before we start class today," said Snape, walking quickly to the podium, looking sternly at them all, "I thought it necessary to remind you that next June you will be taking an important exam, and by then You will show how much you have learned about potion making and use. While there are a few people in this class who are indeed mentally retarded, I hope you all barely 'pass' your owLs, or I'll be very angry."

His eyes fell on Neville's face this time, and Neville gasped in horror.

"Of course, after this year, many of you who ask will no longer be able to take my classes," Snape went on, "I only pick the best students for my NEWTs Potions class, which is Say, some of us are going to have to say goodbye."

He pursed his lips slightly and his eyes fell on Harry's face.Harry stared at him unflinchingly, too.

"But we have another year to go before that happy moment of farewell comes." Snape said softly, "So, regardless of whether you plan to take the NEWTS exam or not, I suggest that you all concentrate on studying well. To achieve the high pass level that I require of my oWLs students.

"Today, we are going to prepare a potion that often appears in ordinary wizarding level examinations: palliative potion, which can calm and relieve restless and anxious emotions. Note: if the ingredients are sloppy, it will make the user fall into a dead state Yes, sometimes even irreversible lethargy, so you need to pay extra attention to your behavior." On Jacqueline's right, Hermione sat up a little more upright, with a concentrated expression on her face.

"Ingredients and recipes," Snape waved his wand, "on the blackboard," (the blackboard did appear) "everything you need..." He waved his wand again, "in the locker."( The door of the locker he was talking about flung open) "You guys have an hour and a half, go ahead."

The palliative is undoubtedly the most labor-intensive one.The ingredients must be added to the crucible in strict order and in exact quantities; the mixture must be stirred a prescribed number of times, no more and no less, first clockwise, then counterclockwise; the temperature of the flame must drop to a certain level as the crucible boils. Specific standards, neither high nor low, and maintained for a specific amount of time before the last ingredient is added.

"Your potion should now be emitting a faint, silvery-white steam," Snape said with 10 minutes left.

Pansy was sweating profusely. She looked up tiredly at Jacqueline's cauldron. She had been imitating Jacqueline's movements, but Jacqueline's movements were too fast, and she had already started filling the bottle.However, Pansy herself was still a few steps away from completion, and she probably didn't have to look forward to it before the end of get out of class. In front of them, Goyle's cauldron was spewing green sparks.Seamus frantically poked the point of his wand at the flames under his cauldron, for they were about to go out.

Hermione's potion was emitting a shimmering silver-white steam. When Snape walked quickly, the eyes on the hooked nose looked down at Hermione's cauldron without making any comments. Said he couldn't find anything wrong with it.At Harry's cauldron, however, Snape stopped and looked down at the cauldron with a terrible sarcasm on his face. "Potter, what is this?" The Slytherins in the front row of the classroom looked up with interest. They liked hearing Snape sarcasm Harry most.

"Mediate," Harry said nervously.

"Tell me, Potter," said Snape softly, "do you know how to read?"

Draco Malfoy laughed out loud as Jacqueline quickly bottled her potion and sat back to watch the show.

"Yes," said Harry, gripping his wand tightly. "Read me the third line of the operating instructions, Potter."

Harry squinted at the blackboard.Now the underground classroom is filled with steam of various colors, and it is not easy to read the operation instructions on the blackboard. "Add moonstone powder, stir counterclockwise three times, boil for 7 minutes, then add two drops of hellebore syrup."

His heart sank.He didn't add the hellebore syrup, he let the potion boil for 7 minutes, and went straight to the fourth instruction.

"Have you done everything in number three, Potter?"

"No." Harry said quietly.

"I'm sorry, please say it again."

"No," said Harry, raising his voice, "I forgot to put in the hellebore."

"I know you've forgotten, Potter, which means this cauldron is useless. Disappears."

Harry's potion disappeared in an instant.He stood foolishly beside an empty cauldron.

"Those who have read the operating instructions carefully, put your medicine samples into a pot-bellied short-necked bottle, carefully label your name, and take it to my podium for inspection." Snape said, "Homework : Twelve-inch treatise on parchment on the properties of moonstones and their use in medicine, due Thursday."

Jacqueline steadily put her medicine bottle on Professor Snape's desk, tidied up her desk, packed her schoolbag, and watched Pansy on her left and Hermione on her right busy with them very leisurely. live.

"It's very simple." Jacqueline said leisurely, "All the steps are written on the blackboard, just follow the above steps..."

"Okay," interrupted Hermione aloud, "Harry missed the hellebore, you don't have to gloat so much."

"I haven't reduced myself to taking potter for fun like Malfoy. I mean..." Jacqueline said, putting her hands next to her ears, and the bell rang, "It's dinner." She Putting on the schoolbag on his back, he ran out quickly.

Pansy shuffled into the auditorium when Jacqueline began eating her lunch.The ceiling was darker and more gloomy than it had been in the morning, and the rain was pattering against the upper windows.

"Do you know any spells or potions that would allow me to go to the school infirmary just before potions class?" Pansy said sadly, she sat next to Jacqueline, brought herself a bowl of chicken soup, "I'm terrified of my future, it's only the first day of school, Merlin."

"What happened?" Jacqueline took a piece of creme brulee for herself, and she observed it carefully until she was sure that she could figure it out in her imagination, and then dug slowly with a spoon. "Your potion is better than Longbottom and Potter's."

"This is a helpless fact." Pansy said in a disappointed tone, "but what I handed over to the dean was an unfinished potion. I am sure that if my performance on OWELs is the same, he will will fire me."

"You still have one school year to prepare." Jacqueline reassured.

"Yeah," Pansy said, staring miserably at the steak on her plate, "a school year that was destined to be miserable."