Doomed to be an enemy

Is there anything more distressing than taking an exam under the nose of the examiner?Harry stared intently at the parchment paper in his hand, and it took him four or ten minutes this time.Professor Tofudi, who had been watching beside him, found that he was done, and immediately said kindly: "Do you want to hand in the paper?"

"Yes." Harry nodded against his interested gaze.The Tofty professor almost couldn't wait to draw his paper - Harry noticed that Hermione's answering speed began to increase.Apparently his actions had irritated the witch.To Harry's surprise, Draco Malfoy was the second to hand in the test paper. Hermione was only 5 minutes behind him, and it was already 12:30 when Ron also handed in the paper.

Harry convinced himself it was because they had been busy with the Order of the Phoenix most of the time these past few months, and Malfoy could be forgiven.Then he amused himself at the thought of being a little unconvinced.

"Very good, you still have half an hour to cook the blood tonic after lunch." Professor Marchban said with a smile on his face, "Now, we need a round table."

She took out her wand and flicked it lightly, and the table in front of them automatically moved to the two sides, revealing a large open space.Then she conjured a circular dining table out of thin air.Then he blinked, "Would you mind showing me your transfiguration, boys and girls."

Several young wizards looked at each other, no one knew whether this was an exam question.Harry looked to his two friends and Draco Malfoy, who were also looking at him.Realizing that he was waiting for his own opinion, Harry said immediately, "Of course, Professor Marchclass."

"Very good." Professor Marchban smiled gracefully and made a gesture of invitation.

Instinctively, Harry took out his wand, pointed at the nearby table, and almost instantly transformed it into a matching armchair with the same carvings as the edge of the round table.At the same time, Hermione conjured up a mahogany chair, Ron seemed to have brought their dining chairs over, and Draco Malfoy seemed to want to turn his cauldron into a luxurious high-backed chair. It took a while to succeed.

Harry suppressed a smile in his heart, trying not to think about where the other person touched the cauldron when he sat down.But he also knew that this cross-substance deformation technique was better than theirs.If this was an exam question, no doubt Draco would get extra points for his actions.

"Very good." Professor March class nodded with a smile, "Don't be nervous, this is not an exam." She tapped the table with her wand, and several silver plates and piles of chicken sandwiches appeared on the empty table. Gotta take the plunge, and baked potato and tomato soup, and a big plate of green salad.Goblets are filled with various juices.

"Oh, Hogwarts always surprises people, don't you think so, Cirily." Professor Tofty took off the pair of reading glasses, and said to the pudgy witch next to him.

"It must remember my last taste, oh, strawberry juice and lemonade." Cirily said, looking in a good mood.When Professor Marchban heard it, he seemed to have a toothache.Harry was sitting on the chair he conjured up, with Hermione on the left—she was next to Draco Malfoy in the next position, and Ron just finished changing places with Hermione under the watchful eyes of the three professors feat.

"Professor March, why did the Ministry of Magic advance the exam?" Hermione asked quickly to break the embarrassment.

"Yes, good girl, you've got the point." Professor Marchban put down his glass, "We just got the notice this morning—I even forgot to take my favorite silk scarf—Of course, of course In theory, the exam should be on the 24th, not the 20th." Her tone was very kind, and after she finished speaking, she looked at Harry, "We have heard about your story, Mr. Potter. And sincerely I hope it doesn't get you into trouble."

"No, of course not."

"Originally this was just a formality, but many people are paying attention." Professor Tofudi said, "So we have to come here, in fact, I think it's a bit redundant-I mean, since you can beat," he said He used an ambiguous word, "With so many vampires, it should be easy to make the cup tap dance." He picked up his wand and tapped his goblet, and then its feet became limp, as if drunk Shaking left and right, the juice in it almost spilled on the table.Then it starts dancing rather gracefully.

"Little trick." He gave a short laugh and added another sandwich to himself.

"Hermione is much better at it than I am." Harry picked up the glass, looking at the professor with clear green eyes. "She can make a dance on this table, even though she's never done it before."

"Mr. Potter, what you said made me look forward to your transformation practice exam even more."

Cirili kindly interrupted the awkward atmosphere between them, and the relaxed tone seemed to brighten the air.Professor Marchban nodded, with appreciation finally showing in his eyes.Professor Tofty regretfully cancels the magic.Harry belatedly caught a glimpse of his companions looking over, and Ron gave him a thumbs up under the table.

After finishing the blood tonic, 5 minutes have passed since one o'clock.

"Harry, I can't make the things on the table dance together." They were walking quickly to the History of Magic classroom, and Hermione was carrying her big, heavy schoolbag on her back as she spoke. Stairs wobbly to leave. "I know, I'm just a little bit annoyed, they don't seem to care what happens to us at all." Harry's tone didn't sound angry at all.But he was indeed angry. Compared with the child-like anger that showed on the surface before, there seemed to be an inexplicable tension in the air at this moment.

"Harry, that might be a good thing," Ron reassured.

"No, it's not good at all. They're in charge of NEWTs, and they think they can fool us with a few little magic spells at the dinner table—"

"I don't know what to complain about, Potter." Draco Malfoy said slowly, he had been watching with cold eyes how the officials sent by the Ministry of Magic offered an olive branch to the Savior, a deal more shameless than this He has seen it before, Draco snorted, "The written test questions of the exam are set by the Ministry of Magic in advance, but the professors have the final say on the practical test. There are only a few of us present, really accompany each other one by one. We stayed up for two days to upset them. Final exams and NEWTs stacked together, no time to rest, no, of course I'm not talking about them, or us, and that doesn't matter. It's you, Potter."

Draco Malfoy's slightly mocking voice was quite obvious in the quiet environment: "Let the leader of the Order of the Phoenix work like an ordinary student for two consecutive days under the watchful eyes of the examiner, do you think they will be able to eat? Especially when the war against the Italian blood is imminent. Don't think yourself so insignificant."

"To put it bluntly, they're just flattering you, Potter. Perhaps, in the wrong way."

In the awkward silence, no one was in the mood to speak.The sound of the stairs hitting the stone platform was like thunder.Draco Malfoy jumped on it first, and walked towards the History of Magic classroom without looking back.

"If you still can't understand."

Draco paused for a moment and turned around, showing an unkind smile, "It's better to imagine yourself as a mysterious person. After all, in terms of influence, the two of you are now evenly matched."

When Draco Malfoy left, Ron shivered. "Merlin, maybe he's right." He stared at Harry with a grimace. "Did you drink Polyjuice Potion?" Hermione punched him from behind, successfully shutting Ron's mouth.

Then she said seriously to Harry:

"No matter how they test, at least our efforts are not in vain, you two don't forget everything you remember." Hermione's brown eyes sharpened suddenly.

"Do not."

"how is this possible."

The entire History of Magic written test was spent in Harry's racking his brains. Maybe he made a mistake in writing the names of the notorious giants in history?Harry stated that he didn't want to know at all whether it was "Tigarillo" or "Tigarilo".

No matter how wonderfully Voldemort's history of magic was explained, it couldn't help him remember these tongue-twisting names.

After doing two sets of test papers in a row, Harry felt that he didn't want to read History of Magic textbooks any more.Ron and Hermione's complexions were not much better, and this time Hermione didn't check the question nervously. "Harry, with what you said, they probably wouldn't dare give me grades below an E," she joked.

Anyway, Harry was pretty thankful for that.When they arrived at the greenhouse, the students had already handed in their papers and were walking towards Greenhouse No. 2.They sat down behind the last table, and Professor Sprout hurriedly brought them four papers. "I'm too busy, oh, the practical exam is to solve the scars on the roots of the poisonous tentacles, and the leaves can't be touched. When you're done, put it on the podium with your test papers, dear."

"Oh, Merlin..."

After saying this, she hurried to the greenhouse, and Harry seemed to hear the angry hiss of the poisonous tentacles.

Facing the empty classroom, the four of them were speechless.

"She was too reassuring of us." Ron subconsciously set his eyes on Hermione's schoolbag, who took it to the other side, "Don't think about it, Ron, there is no professor and ourselves." There was no interference Harry thought he did a pretty good job of answering the question.It was almost after they had dealt with the poisonous tentacles that the rather pudgy and chubby witch, Professor Cirily Dana, arrived belatedly.

After the written test, she had them demonstrate how to harvest a mature mandrake.

——Even with the earmuffs on, Harry still felt dizzy, their cries were already deadly, he almost instinctively wanted to use a dozen Silencing Charms around him, but unfortunately the fluctuation of the spells would affect the medicinal properties of the herbs , He had to endure all of this and carefully cut off the connection between the tuber and the rhizome. The ugly doll, like a doll covered with tumors, opened its mouth wide open as if it had been frozen, and could no longer make a sound.

For the first time Harry found silence so inviting.

The practical requirement of NEWTs is to process the mandrake into a qualified material - Madam Pomfrey just needed to make a medical potion, so they had to spend two hours processing the mandrake.Harry was impressed with squeezing the juices out of the knob on that top, and of course Draco Malfoy's disgusted expression when he did it.

On the bright side, Professor Cirily was quite pleased with their performance.She didn't even notice that Ron's blade cut in an extra inch when he cut the sarcoma.

By the time they washed the dirt and climbed panting up the Divination classroom--Hermione went to the Arith-Divination classroom--most of them had finished their exams.

"Oh, I'm so hungry I could eat a cow," Harry heard Ron whisper, rubbing his stomach.

Divination was the only course that Voldemort didn't explain to Harry. He explained quite bluntly: "Divination can only rely on talent, such as the Trelawney family. Unless ordinary wizards face the crystal ball every day, their subjective consciousness will be driven by time. Magic can get more accurate results, otherwise it is generally difficult to really do divination."

However, Voldemort still gave him some important points. At least Harry was sure about the written test. He only hoped that Professor Sybill Trelawney would not ask for some difficult practical test requirements.

The strong, drowsy incense made Harry catch his breath.The tables were all empty, only the crystal balls were shining in the sunlight. Professor Trelawney straightened up unconsciously when he saw them coming in, "Mr. Potter, Mr. Weasley, please sit down." She gave them Prepared two chairs to sit around the small round table in front of her.A crystal ball that is a circle larger than the student's crystal ball is placed in the center of the table.

Harry had a bad feeling.He bit the bullet and greeted: "Professor Trelawney, I'm sorry we're late..."

"Late? No, no, no, you came at the right time, please sit down." Harry and Ron looked at each other silently. When they sat down, Professor Trelawney's tone seemed a little empty, "This The essence of the course cannot be written with a quill, so I don't need you to write some answers that you can't understand."

The professor's words were unexpectedly straightforward. Her large lenses reflected the light of the crystal ball, shining like the compound eyes of insects: "You just need to say what you see in your eyes, then, Weasley gentlemen?"

Ron gave a forced smile and seemed to be trying to focus on the crystal ball.

"Uh……"

"I saw the broom -" the ready excuse blurted out, and Ron gave Harry a subconscious glance.Seemingly regretting mentioning this, Harry shook his head slightly, signaling him to calm down.

"Broom." Professor Trelawney raised his eyebrows, and the pair of big and bright lenses approached him. "What kind of broom."

Ron regained his composure and began to make up nonsense: "It's the Firebolt, I, I saw myself flying by on it." "Long distance flight?" "Yes."

Trelawney showed a smile: "There is no doubt, Mr. Weasley, you will return with a lot of honor."

"Of course, only if you actually see it," she added.

Ron was taken aback, almost thinking she had caught his trick.He wasn't relieved until Trelawney's eyes turned to Harry.

"Mr. Potter? Can you tell me what you saw?"

Now it was Harry's turn to worry.He quickly made it look like he was concentrating on the crystal ball.The smoke inside made him dizzy for a while. Harry squinted his eyes to endure the uncomfortable feeling. He didn't know if his vision was an illusion. He was surprised to find that the smoke in the crystal ball had turned gray and then black.

The thick black looks to make people fear from the bottom of their hearts.

In the blink of an eye, everything is normal again.

Harry was so startled that he held his breath until he felt the pain in his lungs before he exhaled slowly.

"The fog has turned black."

With a bang, Professor Trelawney knocked over the teacup in his hand, the smile on his face disappeared immediately, and the cup and plate were smashed to pieces.But there was fear in the depths of Professor Trelawney's eyes, and the loud gasp was very distinct in the air. "Ominous!" she screamed, "You see Ominous?!"

Harry and Ron resisted the movement of covering their ears. They thought they knew enough about the oddity of the divination professor, but seeing Trelawney's extra hysterical and pale face this time, Harry felt something was wrong.

"Professor, I didn't see the big black dog." He reminded.

Trelawney looked at him absent-mindedly: "No, the big dog is just a precursor... yes, a precursor."

"But what you saw was ominous itself." The murmur made Harry's heart sink instinctively.Immediately afterwards, Trelawney came back to her senses, and tremblingly said in an extremely firm tone:

"Mr Potter, you may—"

"I can't survive a month!"