The so-called "peace" means that the teachers are desperately assigning homework, as if they want to bury the students; the so-called "peace" means that the news in the "Daily Prophet" is full of trivial matters, making it look like the latest issue of "The Quibbler"; The so-called "peace" means that even if the Whomping Willow is covered with Flobber caterpillar cocoons, it will only attract curious onlookers.
Overall, peace is reassuring, but it also tends to get boring over time.
Today is the first day of Easter vacation. Harry and Ron, who had been dragged to the common room by Hermione early, were yawning as they watched her tap her wand on the parchment.
As usual in previous years, Hermione would make a review schedule for them both during the Easter holidays. Since we have done this every year in the past, and this year's final is the OWLs exam, it is naturally more necessary to plan carefully.
Just like Ron said before - even if the reason for Voldemort's resurrection may have been discovered now, compared with this exam that is related to the future of life, it seems to be a little less interesting.
"Okay, that's about it for you!" Hermione slapped a timetable marked with various points in front of Ron, and casually pulled out another blank piece of parchment, "Follow what's on it. Do it. If you are serious enough, your final performance on the exam will definitely not be too bad..."
"Oh, thank you!"
Ron looked down with a frown, and sure enough, there was another fully booked timetable. Most of the boxes in the form are flashing with red light representing "important", which means that if he follows this form exactly, he will say goodbye to rest during this year's Easter holiday.
"Huh?" He looked at it and suddenly raised his eyebrows, "Hermione, why is there an evening set aside on the last day of every week? If they are included, wouldn't this schedule be a little more relaxed? Is it a little bit like that?”
"That's for us to train together," Hermione said without raising her head, "Don't tell me that you just want to use your current ability to help Maka lighten the burden - be careful! I will continue If you increase the intensity of your training, remember to keep up!”
"What about...the other members of RA? Do you want to invite them too?" Harry, who was staring at Ron's timetable next to him, asked immediately.
When Hermione heard this, the wand in her hand paused for a moment.
"In fact, I have been thinking about which people I should tell that thing to." She said, "First of all, Fred, George and Ginny are definitely fine... Neville should be fine too. , um... Luna told me that Hannah Abbott of Hufflepuff House can also be trusted... "
As she thought about it, she announced the names of several people, but the further she went, the more hesitant she became. Logically speaking, most of the members of RA should be trustworthy, but since Helen Schon suffered a loss last time, there are still some bad influences left in her heart.
In the end, Hermione simply shook her head and put the question aside again. As the tip of her wand continued to scratch on the parchment, Harry's review timetable was completed.
"Your schedule is a little looser than Ron's. Remember to practice by yourself during the extra time. Don't be lazy!" She gave Harry another serious warning. At this time, how could anyone think of her? Like the stern Professor McGonagall.
Harry shook his timetable and nodded resignedly.
"I will do that..." he said honestly, "Dear Ms. Granger."
…
When Harry and Ron were about to spend an Easter holiday that was doomed to be dark, Maka was sitting at the bar of the Three Broomsticks with Hagrid and Slughorn.
Coming here to drink early in the morning is probably an idea that only a bald old man like Slughorn could come up with.
Hagrid didn't care. With his barrel-like giant hybrid physique, he was lucky not to have the habit of drinking. But Maka didn't have the habit of drinking so early. Right now, there was only a glass of juice in front of him, and he was watching boredly as the two guys next to him started drinking wine early in the morning.
In fact, there was a reason for this drink - according to Slughorn himself, Easter this year happened to be his birthday. According to the habit of previous years, he would always organize a private party on his birthday and find many old friends to celebrate his birthday.
But this year was different, because he was now a professor at Hogwarts, and it was not so convenient to hold a party in school.
"... I have mentioned this to Minerva several times beforehand, but she has never agreed to lend me a small hall to hold a birthday party." Slughorn poured a sip of mead into his mouth, and then smashed the mouth. He said, "Oh, I'm too old to have a good time... Tell me, is it easy for me?"
Given Slughorn's importance at Hogwarts, such a trivial matter would still be passed by Professor McGonagall under normal circumstances. But in this period, in order to maintain the school's image before the Alchemy Competition is held, it will be difficult for Slughorn's birthday party to pass.
Of course, Maka knew this, but he did not tell the truth. After all, the Alchemy Competition is still a highly confidential matter. Those who know about it already know everything about it, but there are also many people who don't know about it.
As for Slughorn, a loudmouth with so many "friends" that he could cross borders, it was better for him to be told.
"Slughorn, I think you should make more real friends," Maka propped up her elbows, leaning on the bar, sipping freshly squeezed juice through a straw, and casually advised, " It would be a beautiful thing if someone took the initiative to throw a birthday party for you on your birthday.”
"Maka is right!" Hagrid on the other side was holding a big iron-banded wooden cup. After taking several sips, he continued, "I also think... no matter how many friends you have, it's not as good as having one." I’m really good to you, um… that’s right!”
"Hey," Slughorn grinned, "So, you guys have someone celebrating your birthday every year? No, right? Hmm... Hiccup, true friends are hard to find! It's hard to find..."
"Oh, why don't some of you come to the store to celebrate your birthday every year? Just like Mr. Slughorn did today..." Ms. Rosmerta at the bar said with a charming smile, "As long as you remember to pay for the drink, I guarantee that you will be happy every year." I can celebrate your birthday with you every year.”
As she spoke, she picked up her wand and waved it around. Suddenly, a large number of balloons and ribbons appeared in the bar, flying wantonly in the air.
"Today is Mr. Slughorn's birthday. Everyone, come and have a drink with him!"
Perhaps, the atmosphere of every individual or group festival is not inherently present. Only when people create it consciously can the flavor of the festival become rich and fragrant.
Looking at the increasingly lively surroundings, and seeing the drunkenness on his face gradually melting into the smiling Slughorn, Maka couldn't help but smile knowingly.
But at this moment, as the wooden door of the bar creaked, it seemed that another customer had arrived. However, what is puzzling is that this time the outdoor sunlight did not penetrate into the bar when the door was opened, and there was still only a dim light flickering in front of everyone's eyes.
Maka, like other guests, glanced back subconsciously, but in the next moment she discovered the reason why the sun didn't shine in.
"Unexpectedly, I was invited to drink with you by chance today, and I happened to bump into two acquaintances..."
While he was thinking this, he picked up the cup filled with juice, stood up, and slowly walked towards the door.
"You two have really come to Hogwarts as guests, welcome!" Maka said with a smile, "Why didn't you inform me before you came? I can make some preparations in advance!"
The visitor heard Maka's voice and immediately took a few steps inside. The light from outside the door finally had a chance to shine through. Unfortunately, the door closed automatically the next second, and the bar was only bright for a moment.
It turns out that the reason why Sunshine didn't come in was simply because it was "blocked"!
"Aha! It's you, McClain-" As soon as the other party saw Maka, he immediately hurried a few steps and hugged Maka's shoulders, "I saw you as soon as I arrived, what a fate! I have you. Now, what else do you need to welcome me?"
"You really haven't changed at all," Maka tilted her head under his arm and winked at the other guest in front of her as a greeting, "Oh, Miss Hohenheim, how are you?"
"… Hello."
The young guest was obviously not that interested in Maka's greetings. She reluctantly nodded towards Maka, but her eyes quickly moved elsewhere, no longer looking towards him.
Yes, this pair of rare guests are the Hohenheim brothers and sisters that Maca met in Beauxbatons, France. The fat brother Noah Hohenheim was as enthusiastic about Macana as ever; but his sister Sarah Hohenheim, who happened to have the same name as the Muggle woman who took care of Delphi, was just as reluctant as she was in France. Take care of Maca.
However, she was not interested in Maka, but Maka was very interested in her!
"Come on! Come with me. I'll introduce you to the two professors of Hogwarts first." Maka got out of the big fat man's fat body and led them inside. "Today is just fine. It's Professor Slughorn's birthday... Oh, I think you may also know him, he is quite famous!"
Under the leadership of Maka, the happy fat young master and the not-so-interested little Sarah also walked towards the bar.