Time flies, people always yearn for an exciting life, but they don't know that ordinary daily life is the most precious treasure.
It's June, and the days are getting hot and cloudless, and all people want to do is walk outside, pop onto the grass with a few pints of ice-cold pumpkin juice, maybe play a random game of pebbles or watch Walking dreamily on the lake with huge squid.
But few students do this. Exams were approaching, and instead of lounging outdoors, students had to stay inside the castle, forcing their brains to work hard, tempted by the summer wind blowing in from the windows.
"Why do I have to stay in this boring library and read these boring textbooks written by these boring old men in this weather!" Pansy threw the textbook aside for the eleventh time and complained, using She looked at Malfoy expectantly, and she didn't know what she was looking forward to, maybe she wanted Malfoy to relieve her boredom
"Mr. Sigismund Batch may cry secretly in the grave when he hears your address." Malfoy closed the "Book of Magic: The Book of Potions" in his hand, and said sympathetically.
"Professor Snape gave us some water in the Defense Against the Dark Arts class. It's okay to fail the History of Magic class. The teacher in the Protection of Magical Creatures class also seems very kind..." Pansy began to count with his fingers at this moment. Lessons are easier to pass.
"The old lady in the Transfiguration class is the most serious. She never puts water on her, so she needs to put more thought into it. I listened carefully to the Charms class this semester, so it shouldn't be a problem, and there is also the Divination class..." Pan Xi mumbled in such a low voice. It seemed that after such a round of analysis, she was fearless about these exams.
"Divination class?" Malfoy raised his eyebrows, and then said, "I thought you gave up this class."
"Hmm..." Pansy paused, as if thinking, and then whispered, "Actually, I think Professor Tenelawney is quite interesting sometimes."
"Okay, then it seems that I can have a little magic stick to help me fortune-telling in the future." Malfoy said with a half-smile.
"You're a genius! That's called a prophecy! It's well-founded." Pan Xi hurriedly retorted as if she had been poked in the foot.
"Okay, okay, Ms. Pansy, who is about to become a great prophet, please forgive this rude and ignorant person in front of you, and ask the great prophet to guide me, a lost lamb." Malfoy blinked, with flattery and mixed Said in a slightly playful tone.
Pansy's face flushed bright red.
"Okay, I'm not kidding anymore." Malfoy's expression changed,
Then the tone changed into a serious one: "Review carefully, and I will have time to teach you to practice later, Professor McGonagall's transformation test is not that easy to pass."
"Okay." Pan Xila said in a long-tailed voice, and was forced to bury her head in the hard and obscure books on the table again.
It's just that when the prophecy lesson was mentioned just now, Pan Xi's mood was far from being as light as her face, but a little heavy.
She still remembered the prophecy that the nagging middle-aged woman had made before, about Malfoy's ominous omen, which was also a key reason why she insisted on attending the prophecy class.
Pansy also wanted to hear more about him.
She could tell herself that sometimes the woman's neurotic remarks could not be taken seriously, but there were also times when she was weirder than usual, when her eyes rolled, her voice was deep, and her voice seemed to be full of camera. The magic power of soul, the only analogy Pansy can make is the siren's singing, and what Professor Trelawney said at that moment, even if it is ridiculous, still has convincing power.
"Stay away from the boy who came with you last time. His future is chaotic, with faint bleeding, and disasters and unknowns." Professor Trelawney would often warn Pansy like this, with clear and bright eyes , but every time Pansy asked, the teacher would return to that dazed look, staring at Pansy with her eyes magnified several times by the glasses, touching the back of her head and asking in confusion: "Just now I did something?"
But Pansy wouldn't tell Malfoy that, she'd rather it was just her own wishful thinking and that teacher's nonsense.
But out of a sense of hesitation about the future, there is another invisible driving force that drives Pansy to continue listening to this professor's course.
"There is nothing wrong with being careful." Pan Xi said to herself in her heart.
"This is the retribution for copying your homework." At the same time, Hermione looked at the two boys in front of her with a serious face, and Crookshanks also climbed onto the sofa, waving his paws to his mouth In front, he yawned, as if echoing his master's words.
In the Gryffindor lounge, the fireplace in the corner of the rotunda had been extinguished for a long time, because it was already summer, and a blanket embroidered with the Gryffindor lion was hung on the fireplace, and the scarlet soft cushion The chairs were scattered to every corner, but no one sat on them.
Most students still think that reviewing in the library is more atmospheric, and the comfortable common room should be a breeding ground for corruption.
Harry and Ron faced the books in front of them with bitter faces. They chose to be here only for the convenience of Hermione to make up lessons for them.
The Time-Turner was confiscated before the exam, and many of the courses she had chosen were cancelled. The consequence of following her was that Hermione was no longer so busy. Take lessons and make up for the mistakes they made before.
"Ron! Tell me, what is the shrunken fig an important ingredient in the potion." Hermione was now holding a wand in her hand, and knocked heavily on the low mahogany table in front of Ron, with a very serious expression.
"I'm wondering if you are related to Professor McGonagall now." Ron turned his head away, moaning weakly. "And then say, 'Sorry, I forgot. "
"Last time, Harry and I spent a lot of time cutting this medicinal material for you." Hermione sighed, looked at him helplessly, and then said as a reminder.
"Shrinking potion!" Ron snapped his fingers, and said as if waking up from a dream. With the help of recalling the scene, Ron immediately recalled it.
"Well, may I ask where the best shrunken fig specimen in the world was found?" Hermione continued to ask, w.uukanh Ron's voice immediately froze again.
"Northern Europe?" Ron asked tentatively.
"Well, I can only say that you guys are really far behind. It might be an extravagant hope to pass the exam, not to mention Snape who likes targeting you two." Hermione looked at Luo with sympathy. Well, and then said the cruel reality unabashedly, "Remember, it's Albania." Hermione added word by word.
And Harry and Ron can only taste the bitter fruit for themselves, and try their best here.
And they found that Snape was not happy about being able to substitute for Defense Against the Dark Arts class, and even said that he became more and more gloomy, and he would not let go of the opportunity to make things difficult for them at any time. A muscle next to his lips twisted unpleasantly, and he kept flexing his fingers, as if he wanted to strangle Harry's throat.
Time is fair and doesn't slow down just because some students are not ready for their coursework review, it is so sane and ruthless.
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