[HP] Professional blasting for 20 years

After the Christmas holidays, Seymour finally returned to school, and the atmosphere in the school became serious. In January, ten Death Eaters had escaped from Azkaban.

Perhaps a sign of a dark age is coming, the whole wizarding world seems to be getting more and more difficult.

In the first week back from school, they went to the Response Room to start DA training, and everyone trained even harder.

Especially Neville, the news that the murderer of his parents had escaped caused him to undergo a strange and even frightening change. When he was in DA activities, he hardly said a word, but buried himself in practicing every spell Harry taught .

Sime looked at Neville, and she suddenly remembered the pistol her father had given her before school started.She felt sore for a moment.

Growing up was inevitable, and she felt like she had really grown up since she was in fifth grade.

Time passed day by day, and the weather began to warm up a little bit.

A staggering amount of homework keeping [-]th graders up late, secret DA meetings.It made Simo feel exhausted and exhausted.

But as March approached, the Quibbler published a story about Harry, and none of the students hadn't read it, and Harry instantly became a hero to the students,

Seymour also mailed a copy to Ms. Finnigan, who had never liked Harry because of what she said in the Daily Prophet.

But after this period, the OWLs exams are getting closer, and the pressure on the fifth grade students is increasing.

Simo kept memorizing the notes Hermione gave her from morning to night. Because of the irritability brought about by the exam, she even cut her waist-length hair short for no reason.

Now her shoulder-length mid-length hair made her look a lot neater, with a pretty refreshing look on her whole body.

In the DA training class, Harry taught them the Patronus Charm today, and everyone practiced very hard.

Seymour kept waving her wand, frowning almost intently, but there were only thin wisps of silvery smoke coming from the tip of the wand.

She flicked her wand angrily, and with a bang, a puff of smoke came out.

Attracting everyone's attention in an instant, Ximo coughed in embarrassment.

Harry smiled helplessly. He walked up to Simo, patted her on the shoulder, and said softly, "Simour, you should focus on thinking about your happiest thing."

Simo nodded, she picked up her wand again, what was the happiest thing in her life, she took a deep breath,

Was it on the day of the first-year House Cup, or with friends, or Dumbledore lovingly encouraging her.

Many, many images flashed through Simo's mind, but she felt that it was not enough, a little bit, a little bit.

But at this moment, Simo suddenly remembered the day at the Christmas ball in the fourth grade.

In the night, Draco said in a low voice: "Simore, I might, maybe I like you." The boy's eyes were as bright as the stars.

Ximo was taken aback, a dazzling silver light gushed out from her silver stick, and a cute little silver fox jumped around her in an instant, the dancing steps were very cheerful, sprinkled strands of shining silver light.

Simo looked at her patron saint happily, and Hermione hugged her arm and said excitedly: "Simo, you succeeded!"

Simo pursed her lips and smiled, but she quickly remembered the memory she had just had.

The happiest memories are gone forever.

At this time, Dobby came to report in a panic, telling them that Umbridge knew about the existence of DA.

The air was silent for a few seconds, and everyone rushed to the door immediately, huddled together at the door,

Then someone rushed out suddenly and fled quickly in the corridor.

Seeing that Umbridge's men were about to chase after them, Simo and Hermione were scattered by the crowd, and Seymour had no choice but to get into the empty classroom beside him.

As the night darkened, the empty classroom was pitch black, and Ximo quietly hid behind the desk,

But at this moment, someone came in suddenly, and Simo's heart suddenly rose. She shrank herself into a ball and held her breath.

The man seemed to be looking around for a while, and slowly walked towards Simo, who held his wand tightly.

She suddenly felt that person's footsteps suddenly stopped,

"Come out."

Simo froze for a moment, it was Draco's voice.

She let go of her hand a little dejectedly, then stood up, Simo took a deep breath, and then couldn't say a word.

There was a little light at the bottom of Draco's wand, but because of the reflection of the light, Simo couldn't see Draco's expression clearly.

I only heard him say without warmth: "You go, I will pretend I didn't see you this time, and I won't let you go easily next time."

Simo was taken aback for a moment, but she quickly came to her senses. She pursed her lips, thanked Draco softly, and quickly ran out of the classroom.

.................

Since the DA leaked, Dumbledore left the school, and Umbridge served as the headmaster, and the whole Hogwarts became worse and worse under her leadership.

The hot summer is here again, the heat wave is rolling the grassland, the air is getting sultry a little bit, the plants are thriving, but a little listless.

Simo leaned on the bed and kept reciting the spells in the textbook. She posted her schedule on the bedside and followed the schedule every day.

Hermione suddenly said, "Simo, when are you going to see Professor McGonagall?"

Simo put down her book, and rubbed her hair, "Tomorrow at 02:30 pm, to be honest, I really don't think about what to do next, what about you, Hermione?"

Hermione also shook her head. She put aside an employment leaflet and sighed: "I wanted to be a math teacher when I was young."

Simo burst out laughing. She shrugged and said regretfully, "I wanted to be a physicist when I was young, but my dream died because I received the admission letter from Hogwarts."

...........

The next day, Simo came to Professor McGonagall's office,

But she didn't expect that Umbridge was also sitting there. She took a cup of tea and took a sip slowly.She still had a clipboard on her lap, not knowing what to write down.

"Hello, Professor."

Professor McGonagall's tone was light: "Sit down, Finnigan."

Seymour sat down with her back to Umbridge, and she felt that Umbridge was staring at her, which made her feel uncomfortable.

"Okay, Finnigan, this interview is to discuss some of your thoughts on employment, and to help you which subjects you should continue to study in sixth and seventh grade." Professor McGonagall said gently: "What have you thought about doing in the future?" ?”

The rustle of Umbridge's quill on the clipboard made her even more irritable.