Together [HP]

On the day of the final exam, the weather was very hot, and the large classroom where they were answering the questions was even more uncomfortable, making Jacqueline drowsy.And the new quills they used for the exam were all anti-cheating charms, but this didn't stop Pansy from spending most of the time winking at Jacqueline.

There is also a practical exam.Professor Flitwick told them to go into the room one by one to see if they could get a pineapple to tap dance across a desk.

Professor McGonagall watched as they turned a mouse into a snuffbox. The more elegant the box, the higher the points; points would be deducted if the mouse's whiskers were still on the box. "Maybe Muggle snuffboxes have mouse whiskers as decorations?" Pansy kept complaining as she walked out of Professor McGonagall's classroom, "I mean, hey, they're Muggles, God knows They'll come up with something out of the ordinary."

"But the snuffbox with the whiskers is certainly not one of them." Jacqueline explained on the way to the Potions classroom, "especially the two whiskers that are still moving."

When taking the Potions exam, they desperately recalled the procedure for mixing the forgotten potion.Snape stood watching closely, their breath felt on the back of their necks, and it made them very nervous.Using a little trick to make her potion a perfect golden color, Jacqueline bottled the potion half an hour after the exam started and handed it to Snape. At this time, most people, Including Hermione, who was still working hard to cut the ingredients.

The last subject was History of Magic.Just stick around for another hour and answer which queer old wizard invented the self-stirring cauldron, and they're free to play easily for a whole week until the exam results come in.Jacqueline let out a big yawn when the ghost of Professor Binns told them to put down their quills and roll up the answer parchment.

"Come with me to the restaurant to find something to eat." When they walked out of the big classroom, Jacqueline touched her belly. "These exams tend to make me hungry."

"You get hungry all the time," Pansy retorted, laughing.

At this time, they were walking to the restaurant when they heard Harry's voice.

"Well, it seems like this is the only way to go, isn't it?" Harry tried to lower his voice, but he was still very excited.

Both Hermione and Ron were staring at him, he was pale and his eyes were bright. "I'm sneaking out from here tonight, and I'm trying to get the Philosopher's Stone first."

"You're crazy!" Ron glanced at the students who walked into the restaurant,

"You can't do that!" said Hermione. "Didn't you hear what McGonagall and Snape said? You're going to be fired!"

"So what?" Harry said loudly, "Don't you understand? If Snape got the Sorcerer's Stone, Voldemort will come back! You have never heard of what it was like when he wanted to dominate the world. If he got his way, Hogwarts wouldn't exist, and it wouldn't matter if he was expelled or not! He would burn the school to the ground, or turn it into a school for the dark arts! Can't you see Come out, now it doesn't matter whether you lose points or not! Don't you think...

When hearing those three words, Jacqueline visibly shook her body and stopped subconsciously.

"Hey, Jacqueline." Pansy, who was walking in front, stopped, turned her head and glanced at Jacqueline and the Gryffindor trio behind her, "Oh, please, don't you mean to follow me?" Let them take risks."

"No," Jacqueline shook her head, and walked forward quickly. At this time, Harry was still saying excitedly.

"Then, I'll have to go back to the Dursleys' house and wait for Voldemort to find me there. It's only a little later than now, because I will never go to the dark forces! I must cross tonight That trapdoor, nothing you two can say will stop me! Voldemort killed my parents, remember?"

"Enough, shut up, Harry." Jacqueline stepped forward, frowning and roaring.

"Jacqueline, this has nothing to do with you." Ron yelled.

"No," Jacqueline snorted coldly, "whatever you want to do is none of my business. But, Harry Potter, how dare you mention his name in public."

"Because if it wasn't for him..." Harry said angrily.

"Yes, yes." Jacqueline interrupted him, "If it weren't for the You-Know-Who, your parents wouldn't have died. But, Harry Potter, you weren't the only one who was ruined by the You-Know-Who."

"At least he never hurt a Slytherin!"

"You are so naive! Harry Potter!" Jacqueline shook her head, hugged herself tightly, and walked outside.

"So what," Harry yelled after her, "are you one of his followers? Jacqueline, like all of you Slytherins!"

"I'll never," Jacqueline turned around abruptly, took out her wand, and pointed at Harry Potter, "I won't be, Death Eater!"

"Jacqueline." Professor McGonagall's voice came from behind Jacqueline, "in the school..."

Jacqueline turned around, pushed Professor McGonagall away, and ran out.

"Wow," Professor McGonagall was a little surprised, shaking his head, "this is true. Well, why don't you three go back to the common room?"

"She's really crazy," said Ron.

"But," said Hermione softly, "I've never seen her like this."

"You can never trust a Slytherin," Ron explained, shrugging, when he saw Hermione looking at him, "at least, that's what my mother told me."

"Listen," Hermione said firmly, "you go back to the Gryffindor lounge first, I'm going to find her. Then I'll be back."

"But..." Ron was about to say something, but Hermione had already run out. "She's a Slytherin." Ron looked at Harry. "They're not nice people."