HP Dawn Night

Saturday was, as usual, a distracted and overwhelmed day.The teachers of each class are determined to let us continue to strengthen ourselves in the homework.

In the afternoon, when we were dragging our feet back to the lounge from the Transfiguration classroom, Montague blocked our way, and his tone was not very good: "Hurry up, our selection will start soon." He Holding his own broom, Wallington followed behind him, also holding the broom:

"See you on the court." He grinned.

Almost exhausted from our ordeal with McGonagall, we gave Montague and Warrington a curt nod.They seemed to have a problem with our attitude.

After putting our schoolbags back in the dormitory, we met at the door of the lounge with our broomsticks.

"Pansy said she was going straight to the field." When I came out, Draco and Blaise were waiting for me.

"Nine times out of ten, Warrington is going to be in."

"That can't be helped, he flies well, and the captain prefers him."

"I really hope there are some brave people in the lower grades."

By the time we got to the Quidditch pitch, everyone was already there.Montague and Pusey—the rest of the team besides us—stand at the entrance to the field, while the students waiting for the tryouts sit with their broomsticks and watch excitedly.There was a box at Montague's feet.

"You're late!" he yelled at us from a distance.

"Sorry." I said before Draco and Blaise, "Can we start?"

He kicked the box open, and the Bludgers were struggling dangerously: "As usual...we'll take the Chasers first, in pairs," he said to the candidates, "and line up."

I noticed that among the people who came to participate in the trials, there were even some second and third graders. They looked excited and nervous. Xiao Douding felt an inexplicable sense of closeness.

Blaise handed me the bat. "Don't get distracted, Vio," he said kindly.

"Relax, Blaise, this isn't a real game after all." Of course not!We even already know who will win.

Wallington sat on one side with poise and composure, and he looked confident.

"We'd better finish the Chaser selection," Draco said gloomily. "The goalkeeper is kind of interesting. As for the Chaser, it's a complete waste of time."

"Get on your broomsticks!" Montague called out to us, frowning. "You should be serious."

I curled my lips secretly and got on the broom.

About three or four ten minutes later, Slytherin's new year's Quidditch team selection finally came to an end.I landed on the ground feeling like my hands were going to freeze.Warrington won without a doubt, and the new goalkeeper was fourth-year Graham Pritchard.

"Okay everyone," Montague got off the broom and thumped Warrington's shoulder happily. "Our first training is tentatively scheduled for next Saturday at five o'clock. Is there any problem?"

"No." That's what we all said.It occurred to me that I would have tutoring on Saturday night, which would take up more of my energy, but I also don't think it's a good idea to ask for a rescheduling right now.Maybe I can settle for a while, and then talk to Monty about changing the practice time to Sunday.

"Okay, that's all for today." Montague waved his hand, motioning for us to disband.

Pansy was already waiting for us at the stadium entrance.

"As expected." She smiled meaningfully.We walked towards the castle together, deliberately keeping a distance from the other three.

"It's a good thing the goalkeeper is good at the game." Draco tried to cheer him up.

"On the bright side, although Warrington's skills are not as good as Flint's, it's still passable." I followed his words.Pansy looked back at the distance between us and smiled contemptuously:

"Even a layman like me can tell that some of them fly better than Warrington." She looked at us sharply. "You dare not protest to Montague?"

"It's not a matter of courage, Pansy," Blaise said.

I sighed: "It is impossible for us to question Montague's decision from the beginning, after all, he is the captain."

"Isn't that too bossy?" Pansy gave me a sharp look. "I thought you guys would be outspoken."

"It will be the first game soon, and it won't do Slytherin any good if we have a gap with Montague." Blaise said the core of the problem.

"But this year is your OWLs exam year!" Pansy emphasized, "Quidditch shouldn't occupy most of your energy!"

"I know, but this is also the year of the NEWTs for Monty, Puse and Warrington. The reasoning is not convincing."

"So you're going to do that?" Pansy raised her eyebrows.

"Otherwise what else?"

"That's another form of self-sacrifice," Draco joked. "Heh... I almost feel like a hero."

At this moment we walked into the foyer, and the smell of food and warmth came to my face at the same time, and I couldn't help but take a deep breath: "Oh, forget about Quidditch and OWLs exams, I'm starving to death. I have extracurricular tutoring later."

"Poor Vio." Pansy sighed with compassion.

I had to be at the Potions Office at 07:30, and it was seven after Quidditch trials.So I had to reluctantly leave the table - with a croissant in hand, while my friends ate at the long table.

"Please come in."

I pushed open the door, and my father was sitting behind the desk correcting the homework. From the sliding of the handwriting, I prayed for the owner of the paper for a moment in fear.

"How did the Quidditch selection go?"

"Warrington is the Chaser, Pritchard is the Keeper," I reported.

"Oh—" He put down his pen and swept aside a stack of parchment. "It sounds like you're not too happy with the result?"

I swallowed the last piece of bread: "I thought Montague could be more fair."

"It's part of human nature to favor one's friends." So much for Quidditch.He motioned for me to go to the desk and picked up a few sheets of paper from the desk: "This is the latest OWLs syllabus and scoring standards for this year, as well as some sample questions from last year."

I took it over and looked at the example questions, and found that there are still some that I don't know.

"There is still some content that you haven't learned before. The teaching will end before March. In addition, except for the history of magic, every exam is divided into theoretical and practical parts. The theoretical part can basically be handled by memorizing notes and book content. , but I have to remind you that the theoretical part of History of Magic is recognized as difficult. The pressure of the practical part mainly comes from the tension of needing to demonstrate on the spot, and many students will make some inexplicable and stupid mistakes that have never been seen in front of the examiner. Of course, if You can use these magics with ease in ordinary times, and you will hardly make any big mistakes."

"Practice exam? Is it the whole class together?"

"In groups. One examiner to one examinee. It's worth noting that you can show off your magic skills a little in order to get a high score in the practical exam, but if it's self-defeating—" Dad said mockingly, "you'll only get one Miserable score."

I suddenly had an inexplicable fear about the OWLs exam: "So... what about the scoring standards in the practical exam?"

Dad picked up the second parchment: "If you did it perfectly, or made some small mistakes but were otherwise excellent, O; obviously wrong or many small mistakes, but generally smooth, E; had significant mistakes , but completed the exam, A. As for the failed part, I don't think you need to know."

I nodded quickly: "So the final score is based on the scores of the two parts of theory and practice?"

"In fact, in the final assessment stage, the practical score is more important. For example, if you get an E in the written test but an O in the practical part, then your final score will be O. But if you fail the written test, then No matter how good your grades in the practical exam are, you will be counted as failing." Dad said while shaking the parchment, "Most teachers will not accept students with grades lower than E into the advanced class, and I Advanced Potions courses are only offered to students with O's."

I know that Potions is one of the two most difficult subjects in the OWLs exam (the other is Arithmetic and Divination), but this course is also the one I am most confident in, after all, under the guidance of two masters of Potions It would be a shame not to get an O!

"I found that your divination results are not satisfactory." Dad arranged several pieces of parchment in front of me in order, and I found that it was actually my previous report card!

"This..." I felt embarrassed, "This class is too ethereal for me."

Dad put them away calmly: "Choosing divination may not be the right decision for you. In fact, I thought you would choose the more challenging arithmetic and divination."

Although he didn't say anything serious, I was ashamed to think of the reason why I chose this course - it was easy and easy to mess with.Unfortunately, that doesn't seem to be the case at all now.

"Is it too late to transfer classes now?" I asked in a low voice.

"There have been such precedents before, but it's difficult." Dad crossed his fingers and let me sit down on the chair opposite him, "You have to take a special transfer test, if the professor thinks your ability can keep up with other students You can only transfer classes if you make progress. I have to remind you that it is very difficult to transfer classes in fifth grade. The transfer deadline is before Christmas, and you need to be able to be on par with everyone else before then. Because you’ve missed two years of your coursework, you’re trying to squeeze your time and energy into studying just to pass the test. Quite frankly, it’s likely to affect the rest of your studies.”

The current workload and course difficulty have made me a little overwhelmed.I don't know if I can find time to challenge a subject that I have barely touched.I've read some books on arithmetic and divination, but that's nothing like real learning.

I then remembered that I was still a prefect and had to deal with Quidditch practice at the same time.But I am also very clear that my grades in divination are not good, and I may barely pass the exam. Arithmetic and divination is a very authoritative course. Without its certificate, I will be rejected by many occupations.

"Dad, can I ask your opinion?" After a long silence and hesitation, I spoke with difficulty.

"I can't give you any advice, it's up to you." Dad refused to answer my question.He pulled out the fourth piece of parchment, on which was a dense timetable, "I am going to tutor you in the following subjects: Transfiguration, Defense Against the Dark Arts, and Occlumency. Why is there Occlumency? You should I know the reason. And in the first three items, your Transfiguration results are not stable; Defense Against the Dark Arts, I know you are doing well in this subject, but I have some doubts about the current teaching method of the professor. Your magic The spell score is probably stable at E, but your friend Miss Parkinson is an expert in spells, I suggest that you might as well ask her for advice, I will not arrange tutoring for you, but I will check your spell learning regularly."

I nodded, feeling a little worried about the future.At the same time, I am not sure about transferring classes. With reference to this timetable, I am afraid I have to carefully consider whether to transfer classes or not.

"You've also found that we've got a very tight schedule, so you have to be prepared that there's a good chance we'll have to cram on Sunday night as well."

"I understand." I said.

"I suggest that you carefully consider your future career choices and don't make any hasty decisions." Dad warned me meaningfully, "Okay, now take out your wand and show what you have learned in the new semester." What."

I don't know what I learned from Umbridge's class, so I demonstrated the Vanishing Charm and the Flying Charm.So far I haven't been able to make the disappearing spell succeed every time, but I have been able to make small objects disappear completely.As for the Flying Curse, under Pan Xi's guidance, I think I learned it pretty well.

"Sure enough, your transfiguration is still a problem." Dad wrote a few strokes on the parchment, "That's it for today, go back and prepare. From next week, our tutoring will return to normal."

"Okay." I thought of the pile of homework that was still waiting for me, and I couldn't help but have a headache.

"Do you think the current study pressure is high?" Dad asked me.

"A little bit," I said, "I'm a little bit out of control."

"I suggest you make a timetable, plan your own learning process, and from now on you should start to review the previous knowledge, don't put the review task until the end." Dad said flatly, I found that he mentioned Very practical advice, "You can also refer to the syllabus to organize your notes or look at the test questions from previous years. That's what I did back then."

"I remember." I said, "plan study, review in advance, organize notes, and read test questions."

"Probably so, but it's okay if you have a better way." Dad said, and he looked at the time. "Now go back to your homework and don't go to bed too late."

"Okay." I stood up and put my schoolbag on my back, and my father suddenly stopped me:

"Wait, Vio."

Then I watched in utter amazement as he conjured up four bottles of ice cold butterbeer!

"Is this for me?" I exclaimed in surprise—I haven't been to Hogsmeade this term, so I haven't been able to drink butterbeer. "Thank you so much, Dad! It was the biggest surprise. "

"I just think it can help you keep a clear mind when you are studying." Dad said sternly, but I knew what he meant by this sentence was "helping us to relax while studying".

"No problem, we're sure to be more productive tonight." I stuffed the beer into my schoolbag, "See you later, Dad."

Dad warned, "Don't tell anyone I gave it to you!"

"Of course. I'll say high-end mail-order service." I made up a story with good deeds.

"One more thing," he asked at last, "is Miss Greengrass doing well lately?"

"Well—nothing serious happened. I think maybe her parents wrote her some warnings and requests?" I replied.

"That's good. Let's go back." Dad seemed relieved. He sat down at the desk again, picked up the paper and started grading.

"Good night, Dad, and thanks for the butterbeer," I said to him, closing the door behind me.

I think these four precious bottles of Butterbeer will surely make Pansy, Draco, and Blaise all happy.Seriously, we sorely needed some respite.

The author has something to say:

I think Montague's behavior is reasonable, after all, things like favoring friends can easily happen to us.

This can be regarded as a fuse, and this year's Slytherin will not be peaceful.

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