HP: By the lake of Snake Garden, flowers bloom on the other side

night.

There are stars, and you can use them for divination.

Licorice looked up at the stars in the sky, wondering if the presence of stars today was also predicted in advance by these examiners?

Would the examiners predict that there would be a one-sided fight in which the majority bullied the minority in front of them tonight?

"Ahem!" Professor Marchbank noticed that the little girl was looking at the sky with her naked eyes instead of using a brass telescope, so he coughed to remind her, "Ahem!"

Licorice didn't look back, she guessed what the professor meant.

She simply stopped thinking about it and looked down at her blank star map. Then Licorice leaned forward slightly, stretched out her hand and raised her telescope to adjust the angle.

Time passed little by little, and everyone repeated two actions - looking up at the sky and looking down at their own hand-drawn drawings.

Licorice was no exception. She drew pictures according to the constellations and marked the names of the stars.

In a quiet astronomy practical test, everyone was writing and drawing seriously. Licorice knew that something was about to happen, but she was not affected.

She has already finished drawing the star map for tonight, mainly because she is too familiar with the sky from this angle.

Lycoris had had rooftop dates with Draco many times, and had viewed the stars in this observatory many times.

Lycoris suddenly wondered, was it very easy for Narcissa when she took the OWLs exam?

After all, this was also the date place for her and Lucius Malfoy. Ordinary students were not allowed to hang out at night, and naughty students who did hang out at night would not come here - they would be caught by the Slytherin prefects who came here for a date, and would definitely lose points.

In her ears she could hear the rustling sound of people writing as they recorded the stars and planets. Licorice lowered the angle of her brass telescope and looked towards the Forbidden Forest.

Hagrid's brother is nowhere to be seen; he's hiding very well.

Professor Marchbank watched as Lycoris lowered the angle of the brass telescope and couldn't help coughing to remind her.

It's an exam! What are you looking at?

Lycoris silently let go of the star map that was covered by her body so that Professor Marchbank could see that she had finished drawing it.

Professor Marchbank, who was coughing halfway, stopped suddenly when he saw the clear star map drawn by the girl.

She cleared her throat and pretended nothing happened. She walked to the Gryffindor seat. Albus asked me to take care of Harry Potter. I came to see if he had finished painting.

Before Professor Marchbank got closer, she noticed that not only had Harry not finished his painting, but he was also looking around, not knowing what he was looking at.

"Ahem!" Professor Marchbank coughed behind Harry, hoping he would know that his star map was not finished.

Harry was already feeling guilty, thinking about what Lycoris had said. He was startled by Professor Marchbank's cough, and the quill in his hand trembled.

It's actually true.

Harry suddenly saw six figures below him and had a strange feeling.

He knew who was leading the way—Dolores Umbridge, the nasty pink toad.

And Harry had a hunch that this group of people must be the disaster that Professor McGonagall mentioned by Lickerlis.

Not only Harry thought of it, but Hermione also thought of it.

Smart Hermione looked towards Hagrid's hut after hearing the dog barking.

Why did the light in Hagrid's hut suddenly come on? Hagrid should be asleep at this time, otherwise he would be sleepy patrolling the Forbidden Forest in the early morning.

She felt vaguely uneasy and looked at Harry first.

A roar drew more students' attention to Hagrid's hut.

Isn't that the voice of that nasty half-troll? Looks like he's down on his luck?

Draco curled his lips in delight, finished drawing the last bit of his star map, and then impatiently turned the brass telescope towards Hagrid's hut to take a look.

Lycoris held a quill in her right hand, and her brass telescope, which was angled toward the Forbidden Forest, turned toward Hagrid's hut.

Professor Marchbank watched the children's actions and understood what was going on. He was old and his hearing was not very good, but he was not blind.

"Focus," another OWLs examiner said softly, urging the children to draw carefully, "You still have twenty minutes to collect your parchments."

Time is up.

Lycoris glanced at Harry. Harry was watching the changes in Hagrid's hut and had no idea that anyone was paying attention to him.

She didn't know that the look in her eyes was full of expectation, and the feathers on Licorice's quill pen trembled slightly.

"It's Professor McGonagall!" Hermione's voice was soft, but it was quiet enough for every student taking the exam to hear it.

Licorice didn't expect this result and fainted.

After seeing Professor McGonagall, she felt like a bucket drawing water from a well.

The wobbly bucket kept going down, and I had no idea how deep the well was. I didn't know if Professor McGonagall would be hit by more Stunning Curses, if she would be hospitalized at St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries, or if Harry would dream about Sirius but couldn't find anyone to help him so he had to go to the Ministry of Magic.

I don’t know...whether Sirius will fall there...and die without a complete body.

Professor McGonagall was not hit by the Stunning Spell, and Professor Flitwick's "Protection of Armor" blocked the damage.

Lycoris was happy that Professor McGonagall could stay at Hogwarts, but when she found out that Umbridge had "asked" Professor McGonagall and Professor Flitwick to leave, she fainted due to the emotional fluctuations in her heart.

When Licorice woke up, she was already in the medical wing.

When Lycoris opened her eyes, she saw Draco lying beside her bed, his light blond hair very close to her.

She didn't say anything, her brown eyes looking at the ceiling.

Sure enough, it still doesn’t work.

The most important Professor McGonagall has left Hogwarts, and she has also taken Professor Flitwick with her.

This was something she had never expected, and Licorice felt that it was different from what she had expected.

Just like Sirius's escape from prison, who could have known that he would rather be considered "Voldemort's undercover" to meet Harry Potter?

It's obvious that if I stay in prison for another two years, everything will be fine.

If I tell Kreacher not to run around, it definitely won't listen.

Similarly, Hermione wouldn't think of the two-sided mirror next time - or maybe Sirius didn't give it to her this time?

After all, it was himself who taught Potter Occlumency this time, and his relationship with his father was not as bad as in the plot.

Lycoris felt very tired and closed her eyes.

Sirius must die.

Unless he takes action himself and can successfully prevent the death of this "important figure in the main line".

Lycoris didn't know how the Gryffindor trio convinced Professor Flitwick, but it was obvious that "Professor McGonagall could not control Hogwarts" was true.

Let’s gamble again.

Licorice opened her eyes; the tiredness she just felt seemed to be an illusion.