Speaking of which, every school year seems to be very busy - everyone thinks so, but time always passes by in such a hurry, which makes people feel a little lonely.
Although Maka always doesn't care about grades, other students have to focus on their studies. Especially seventh-grade students, they are not only facing graduation, adulthood and finding a job, but before that, there is also the NEWT exam waiting for them!
And Charlotte Witt, who has been a "big beauty" for seven years, is a member of the graduation team.
Graduation is always emotional—most people think so. But when you are a person involved, you will find that you absolutely do not have the time or the mood to hug each other, feel sad, and shed sweat and tears with your classmates.
Because you still have to take the exam! You still have to work hard to take the exam!
Charlotte's grades are not bad, but they are not outstanding enough to match her appearance.
For this reason, she had to put aside all thoughts and devote herself wholeheartedly to the hell of studying, reviewing, and studying again.
Christmas is coming again, but what does that have to do with me? holiday? No, stop kidding, it doesn’t exist in a seventh grader’s life!
Sometimes, textbooks are like a handful of shit. When you are driven crazy by hunger, there is only one option left!
"Should I be more polite?" Charlotte, who was lying in a pile of documents with disheveled hair, suddenly raised her head, and the bloodshot eyes looked very scary.
"No, it's not too late to be polite after the exam." She dived into the pile of information again, "Oh, shit! I made a mistake again!"
In fact, there are only two weeks left until the end of the semester.
Recently, the sky suddenly cleared, taking on a dazzling opalescent color; the field, which had been muddy due to heavy rain, was also covered with a layer of shiny white frost one morning.
Inside the castle, the Christmas atmosphere has already filled up in advance.
Professor Flitwick, the Charms teacher, decorates his classroom with shimmering light sources - these light sources are actually a group of little fairies that are constantly vibrating their wings.
Except for the seventh grade, almost all the students were happily discussing their respective vacation plans.
But this year, both Ron and Hermione decided to stay at Hogwarts, with Ron saying he couldn't stand having to spend two weeks with Percy and Hermione insisting she was going to the library.
But Harry knew in his heart - they were doing this to keep him company, and for that, he was very grateful.
Of course, in the last week of term, everyone can go to Hogsmeade again. Everyone was happy except Harry.
However, the three little lions who had been waiting for Maka to appear still did not arrive.
At this moment, it is dinner time, and everyone is filling their bellies. But at this moment, a large group of owls suddenly flew in from outside, and the students looked over in surprise.
"Is it MacLean again? But Christmas isn't here yet?" Professor McGonagall said in surprise.
The goals of this group of owls were obviously very scattered. They flapped their wings and flew over the four long tables, leaving behind white envelopes.
For a moment, it was like it was raining envelopes in the auditorium.
After a while, everyone noticed that the recipients of these letters were all seventh graders who were about to graduate.
"Oh—McLean?"
"…Yeah, mine too."
"Same!"
Everyone looked around, then opened the envelope one after another and started reading.
"Graduates party?" the first voice rang.
Immediately afterwards, most of the seventh graders were discussing with each other, and the scene was a bit messy.
Yes, that's right! I don’t know what Maka’s plan is, but he does want to hold an open-air party in Hogsmeade Village to send off graduates!
Even the Slytherins, who are often disliked by the other three houses, share this, which is a rare thing.
In this invitation letter, I also made a special note: If you don’t want to go, you don’t have to go. Everything is voluntary.
"are you going?"
"why not?"
"But the exam..."
"To hell with it! Do you think multiple days and a half will get you through safely?"
"Oh - yes, just like the letter said, 'You will regret not being crazy once after you graduate'!"
"Yes! That's right, that's it!"
Similar conversations were going on at long tables in various colleges. Although some graduates didn't agree with it, most people thought it was a great idea.
Soon, the news in the letter spread along the dining table—it’s okay for younger students to participate, but the drinks and food are not free.
This time, Maka suffered an inexplicable hemorrhage, and he actually had to hold an open-air party at his own expense!
You know, there are more than 150 people in the entire seventh grade. The cost of this party is simply an astronomical figure for a student.
Just when everyone was getting a little excited, Maka's owl, Malfurion, also rushed in from outside the gate. It did not stop, but threw a letter to Dumbledore who was sitting in the middle of the teacher's chair, and then immediately spread its wings and flew out of the hall.
"It seems that I am also involved." Dumbledore smiled and picked up the envelope that fell in front of him.
He opened it and looked at it, but continued: "Oh, it's more than that - everyone has a share."
Dumbledore handed the letter to McGonagall who was sitting next to him, then stood up and cleared his throat and said: "Every seventh grader, please pay attention -"
Dumbledore's prestige was as high as ever, and the hall immediately fell silent.
"I regret to tell you that this party is just Mr. MacLean's personal behavior - he did not notify me or Professor McGonagall in advance. I think this is not in line with the rules." He looked at everyone and said slowly.
At the long tables in various colleges, many students showed frustrated expressions.
"But..." At this moment, everyone's hearts were lifted again, "If you go to Hogsmeade to attend the party as a personal act, there seems to be no reason for the school to stop you?"
Dumbledore blinked, looking a little naughty.
"Although Mr. McLean also invited me, I still have some things that I have to complete-" As he said, he turned his head and looked at everyone on the faculty table. "If other professors have time to participate, it is theirs." individual freedom."
After saying that, Dumbledore sat back down safely, lowered his head and ate the food on his plate, as if nothing had happened just now.
Suddenly, the students in the audience cheered happily.
"An open-air party to send off graduates?" Hermione asked curiously, "What is Maka going to do?"
"Who knows?"
Harry was a little depressed because he couldn't go - at least not openly.
But Ron sighed with an embarrassed face: "Oh, Maca is really rich!"
Yes, it is indeed a fun event. But everyone was either wondering why Maka held this event; or they simply didn't think about it and were just preparing to go to the outdoor party to have a good time.
But no matter what, just looking at everyone's excitement, this party should be quite lively.
…
The next day, on the morning when everyone went to Hogsmeade, Harry said goodbye to Ron and Hermione, and then walked alone up the marble stairs back to Gryffindor Tower - he planned to use the invisibility cloak to go there. Find a way to sneak out of school.
Snowflakes were falling outside the window, and the castle seemed very quiet.
"Eh-Harry!"
Harry turned around in the middle of the corridor on the fourth floor. He saw Fred and George peeking over from behind a statue of a one-eyed, hunchbacked witch.
"Are you here?" Harry asked curiously, "Why didn't you go to Hogsmeade?"
"We're here to put you in the holiday spirit before we go," Fred said, winking mysteriously, "Come here..."
He nodded to an empty classroom to the left of the one-eyed statue, and Harry followed Fred and George inside.
George closed the door quietly, then turned and looked at Harry with a smile on his face.
"An early Christmas present for you, Harry," he said with a smile.
Fred on the side waved his hand, pulled something out of his cloak, and placed it on an empty table.
It was a large, square, very old piece of parchment, with nothing written on it - Harry thought it was another Fred and George joke, and couldn't help but stare at it with wide eyes to avoid being caught again. The twins were repaired.
"I said, what is this?"
"Well... Harry, it is the secret of our success!" George said, patting the parchment lovingly.
"It's hard to give it to you," said Fred, "but last night we decided you needed it more than we did!"
"Anyway, we've memorized its contents," continued George. "We're giving it to you—we don't need it anymore."
"What do I need with such a worn piece of parchment?" Harry asked doubtfully.
"A worn piece of parchment!" Fred repeated Harry's words, then closed his eyes and made a face, as if Harry had underestimated him, "Explain it, George."
"Well! In our first year, Harry, when we were so young and carefree and innocent—"
Harry snorted, wondering if Fred and George were ever naive.
"... Well, at least we are more naive than we are now!" George said, "There was a little incident between us and Filch at that time."
"We put a dung bomb in the hallway, and for some reason, it frustrated him — so he pulled us into his office and started using that conventional... thing against us."
"Confinement?" Harry interrupted.
"Take our intestines out!" George chuckled, and Harry immediately curled his lips.
"What next?" Harry urged.