days at Hogwarts

Wednesday.

There are two exams today, Astronomy and Divination.

The astronomy established by wizards does not have so many complicated and tedious calculation formulas. There is no need to calculate the gravitational influences on Jupiter, the rotation periods of satellites in different orbits, or the distinction between the material composition of different levels of celestial bodies. The questions and answers only need to list the names of as many satellites as possible.

The main material for the reading analysis questions was signs of life on Mars. The questions required the students to try to analyze whether there were creatures such as mice on Mars. The little wizards were not sure about the correct analytical approach for this question, but based on simple common sense, they still filled up the answer area.

There will be a divination exam in the afternoon. There will be no theoretical questions, just a practical test.

Because it was an elective course, people like Hermione who did not choose it did not have to take the exam at all. The number of candidates was much smaller than the previous compulsory subjects, and the exam went very quickly.

After hearing his name and walking into the auditorium, Loren was surprised to find that the examiner of Divination this time was Professor Marchbank again.

"We meet again, Morgan."

"Good afternoon, Professor."

"Relax, don't be nervous, let's take a look at the content of today's exam..."

Professor Marchbank said with a smile. She pointed to the test props on the table, a crystal ball and an upside-down teacup, and finally spread out her palm. "Perhaps your previous divinations took place in the North Tower classroom. You are not used to being in the examination room, and many people are confused..."

Even in the unreasonable magical world, divination is a relatively unique existence, and there is basically no standard answer to the test. Even Trelawney, who has the third eye, can't get full marks in divination. Neither the examiner nor the examinee has the third eye, and the only reference material is the textbook.

Loren tried to interpret the content by comparing it with the content in the textbook, and the professor could only mark the answers based on the content of the textbook, and that was all.

……

"Oh, I was totally confused during the test. I'm definitely going to fail this class."

Ron muttered, his expression full of melancholy, "When I was fortune-telling with the crystal ball, I compared the shadows inside and told the examiner in great detail that I saw an ugly monster with a tumor on his nose. Then when I looked up, hey, the examiner looked like this."

Harry sighed, "Me too, I got Professor Marchbank's life and wisdom lines wrong and said she was supposed to have died last week."

Loren couldn't help but laugh as they were walking up the stairs to the Astronomy Tower for their practical astronomy exam.

"I've said it before!" Hermione raised her chin slightly, "Divination is a course that emphasizes talent and ignores logic. We shouldn't have chosen Divination in the first place."

Loren put his arm around her shoulders: "It's okay, the exams are over now anyway."

"Yes, we don't have to worry about the shape of tea leaves and the mist in the crystal ball anymore."

"..."

It was an ideal night for observing celestial bodies. There was no wind or cloud, the stars and the moon were clear, the whole castle was bathed in silver moonlight, and the air was slightly cool.

There was a layer of moisture on the telescope lens. After they wiped it, Professor Marchbank and Professor Tofty handed blank star maps to everyone. The little wizards compared the scene in the telescope and filled in the exact positions of the stars and planets represented by those light groups.

The quiet moonlight flowed quietly, the lights in the castle windows gradually went out, and the balls of light looked like orange lanterns.

The rustle of turning pages of parchment, the scratch of the tip of a feather pen across the paper, the spreading of ink stroke by stroke on the blank test paper, something passed away quietly without knowing it...

Friday.

The last exam was History of Magic. There was no practical exam and the theory exam was scheduled in the afternoon.

After breakfast, many little wizards reviewed in the auditorium. Occasionally, when they encountered unclear records in the textbooks, they would find a few ghosts nearby to ask. This not only allowed them to understand the real history, but also to experience the first-hand perspective of those who had experienced it.

Some students with a solid foundation were reviewing with each other with great interest, while some students held their heads with their hands, trying hard to resist sleepiness, and reading piles of notes on the history of magic, sweating profusely and scratching their heads.

Loren placed Hermione's History of Magic notes from last year on his left hand and the latest textbook on his right hand. He flipped through them for a while and frowned unconsciously.

"Hermione, your notes are a bit too detailed. You almost copied the entire content of the book."

"I know you don't read textbooks very often, so I copied them down in detail to make it easier for you to read and for me to consolidate my memory." Hermione answered without raising her head.

"But a lot of the content is not important, like this paragraph, the wording is awkward, the content is empty, and it's boring and long. What's the point of reciting it?"

"You're right, but I've memorized the rest of that chapter, and I just don't feel comfortable with the remaining paragraph, so I might as well just recite it all at once."

Lauren looked at Hermione's nonchalant expression and took a breath of cold air: "Is this Miss Granger? Scary."

"..."

Harry and Ron looked at each other and buried their heads in their books silently.

2 p.m.

The fifth-grade wizards walked into the examination room, found their respective seats and sat down.

Professor Binns was not there, and this was the only time that a professor was absent from the exam.

At the front of the examination room, Professor Marchbank turned the hourglass over, and his old and loud voice spread throughout the examination room: "You can start now!"

Loren did not rush to write, but flipped through the test paper from beginning to end and glanced over the questions.

"In your opinion, did wand legislation contribute to or lead to better control of the goblin rebellion of the eighteenth century?"

“How was the Statute of Secrecy violated in 1749, and what was done to prevent it from happening again?”

"Please state the events that led to the formation of the International Confederation of Wizards, and explain why the wizards of Liechtenstein refused to join."

"..."

Loren looked up at Hermione in the front row. Her quill had begun to shake, the white feathers at the end almost dancing out an afterimage.

The corresponding knowledge points emerge in my mind and turn into ink marks that pour out from the tip of the pen smoothly and unimpeded.

Golden sunlight poured in from the skylight, and leisurely wasps buzzed by. The excited expressions of the little wizards gradually became numb, the fingers holding the quills became sore and white from excessive force, and their eyes gradually became dull.

The only sound in the entire examination room was the sound of the quill pen scratching across parchment.

When the last two grains of sand in the hourglass in front of the History of Magic examination room fell and Professor Marchbanks announced at the top of his voice that "the exam is over", those dulled and dazed brains suddenly woke up, and after a brief silence of two seconds, deafening cheers broke out in the examination room!

The OWLs exam is over.

Their fifth grade is over.

……

A sour smell wafted through the nearby streets and outside houses, the smell of food rotting and fermenting in the hot weather. Grimmauld Place was a remote area in London, with insufficient funding for public services, and the garbage truck only came once every few days.

With a melodious cry, an owl suddenly appeared in the boundless blue sky. The frequency and amplitude of its brown wings slowed down. The owl nimbly moved and quietly landed in the narrow passage between No. 11 and No. 13 in the square and disappeared.

The backyard of the Blake mansion.

The man who was mowing the grass looked up and squinted as he watched the owl approaching. He stretched out his hand to let the postman, who had traveled a long distance, stop. He took the thick letter and fed him some dried meat. He found a shady spot under a tree and began to open and read the letter.

The first half of the letter contained the same content as usual. The werewolf-related systems and measures were being implemented in an orderly manner. Adult werewolves accepted job opportunities offered by the Magical Congress of the United States of America, and underage werewolves entered Ilvermorny to study. The first batch of werewolf students had already graduated and the situation was very good.

Only the second half tells about some abnormal changes. Some strange werewolves appear frequently. The Magic Congress and the Werewolf Organization have tried to contact them, but they soon disappeared. With them were some young werewolves who had just graduated from school.

Lupin frowned slightly.

These werewolves did not come here to join the alliance. They seemed to know each other and could even be said to be an organization. They appeared frequently in order to obtain information. The strange werewolves had never thought of joining them. They recruited young werewolves in order to increase their strength.

Where did these werewolves come from?

Werewolves hiding in the dark for a long time? Werewolves from other remote areas who came here to see him? Or were they the evil werewolves who once gathered under Greyback? What was their purpose in appearing here?

The former werewolf leader fell into deep thought.

After the New York werewolf incident broke out, some traces left by other werewolves were found at the scene, but there was no other evidence. Later, the focus of the work of the Magic Congress and the werewolf community shifted to mutual assistance, and the tracking work was temporarily suspended.

They were not present during the attack on the Department of Mysteries.

One thing is certain, Greyback and his werewolf minions will never stay quiet.

After repeatedly reading the information conveyed in the letter, Lupin returned to the house, communicated with the few people who stayed in the Black mansion, and then sat in the basement kitchen to look through the intelligence collected by the Order of the Phoenix in recent times.

"Ever since the Christmas holiday attack was thwarted by Scrimgeour, Dumbledore once again defeated Voldemort, and the Aurors have been tracking him down for several months." Sirius said beside him, "Voldemort will definitely not sit still and wait for death. It is impossible that there will be no movement at all."

"But the Death Eaters... almost all of them have been arrested by the Ministry of Magic." Molly frowned tightly, "He definitely wouldn't dare to show up alone."

"He must have gone to find Fenrir Greyback. This is his only option. He needs a new servant." Lupin tapped the envelope with his fingers and said gently but firmly, "I'm going to go back and take a look."

"I'll go with you!" Sirius said subconsciously.

Lupin shook his head: "Betty just got pregnant, how can you leave."

"But..." Sirius opened his mouth, but stopped talking.

"Don't worry too much." Lupin chuckled. "Don't forget, I'm not Remus Lupin from the Order of the Phoenix over there, but the werewolf John Moon. I won't be in danger, and maybe I can even get some unexpected gains."

……

June 6.

Not only were the fifth and seventh grade exams over, but the final exams for other grades were also completely over. The young wizards got up earlier than normal and headed to Hogsmeade in a relaxed manner to spend the last activity weekend before the holidays. They were even smiling when checking the list with the administrator Mr. Filch.

nine in the morning.

At the entrance of Hogwarts.

Hermione was standing at the foot of the marble steps, wearing a thin summer magic robe. Her black pleated skirt covered her knees, revealing a section of her fair calves. Her navy blue stockings made her legs look long and straight, and she was wearing black leather shoes with buckles.

The little witch who used to cry all the time has grown into this without anyone noticing. At first glance, she doesn’t seem stunning, but Loren can’t help but want to take a second look, a third look, and keep looking at her.

"hey-hey……"

Loren jumped down the stairs in two or three steps and quickly jumped behind her, wanting to jump onto her back, but the shadow cast by the summer sun exposed him. Just as he bent his knees slightly to gather strength, Hermione took two steps to the side.

Loren staggered a few times and patted his chest: "Fortunately, I am agile..."

"I should have waited until you jumped and then dodged, letting you fall!" Hermione rolled her eyes.

"Then I have a legitimate reason to let you carry me."

"Do you think I'll agree?"

"If you don't agree, I'll just lie on the ground."

"..."

This is indeed something this person can do.

Hermione imagined the scene and felt her scalp tingling.

"I advise you not to hide next time." Loren grabbed her hand and shook it back and forth, leading her to the school gate with an arrogant and proud step, "Is there anything you want to buy?"

"Quilt and parchment."

"There's no homework this summer, so why buy stationery?" Loren asked in a low voice. He already had the answer in his heart, and didn't expect the girl to answer. He made his own arrangements, "Then let's go to Wenrenju first. The pheasant feather pens I bought last time are quite useful. I'll buy a few more, and then go to the candy store to stock up..."

"Restocking," Hermione repeated in an odd tone.

"That's right. I won't be back for two whole months. Save some of your favorite strawberry magic wands and bring some treats to Grandpa Bates and the others." Loren said, "In fact, I also want to buy some skipping candies for George and Fred, and then mix them with ordinary candies for them to eat. Hehe, just thinking about it makes me excited..."

"George and Fred's shop will be open for summer vacation, right?" Hermione automatically filtered out the dangerous remarks that followed.

"Yes, it's at 93 Diagon Alley. They agreed on it two years in advance." Loren felt a little emotional. Mrs. Weasley must be very happy that the twins did not drop out of school and graduated successfully.

Well…at least I was happy until I received my transcript.

Hermione glanced at the man and saw why his hands stopped shaking: "What are your plans after visiting the candy store?"

"We'll go to Madam Puddifoot's tea shop later. I heard from Seamus last night that Harry and Ginny are going there too. We'll sit behind them and say hello to them when they kiss. Hehe..."

This person...

Hermione shook her head, opened her palms naturally and interlocked her fingers with his, raised the corners of her mouth slightly, and shook her hands gently.