"Really?"

Fred's voice trembled a little - for them, the significance of the alchemy course was undoubtedly huge.

Unfortunately, they never knew there was such a course at the school - if it weren't for what Alan told them, they would have thought it was a joke.

"Of course, why am I lying to you—" Alan blinked—flickering success.

"Actually, this course was on my selection schedule when I was in third grade, but I didn't have a choice. Alan shrugged his shoulders.

"Oh—why?"

"Because I was the first in my grade back then, I had the freedom to choose classes in advance—" Alan spread his hands, looking like I wasn't smug.

"How to say it - alchemy classes exist, but they are so specialized that they are normally open to some students as an elective. ”

"Oh-no, Alan, don't tell me that this so-called part is scored by that ol grade. ”

Alan didn't speak, and responded by giving him a look you know...

There is no need to explain, there is no doubt that the answer is all about grades.

"Uninteresting school. ”

"Bureaucratic system. ”

"But I really want to learn... ”

"Alan, do you know the pre-requisites?" asked George as he said a double reed to Fred.

Alan shook his head - he really didn't know about this, but he said he could ask the other prefects, after all, most prefects were the best in their age.

However, learning is a good thing, but it is not okay to miss the right industry.

In the future, their joke shop is so popular, and Alan doesn't want to change it - on the contrary, he wants to promote it.

Anyway, it's time for the twins to open a shop that is about to graduate, and it's up to them to decide whether they choose to graduate normally or early - if Harry comes up with the money to continue to let Harry help, if Harry can't afford to help himself, it's up to the two of them to decide.

But at present, asking for the pre-course of the alchemy class, so that the two of them can study hard is the king - with the foundation of alchemy, at least they don't have to be so miserable to experiment, and they have to treat themselves as the object of the experiment, most of the courses have to be experimented on themselves first, which is completely a wild routine, and there is no safety guarantee.

——

It's a new week, tense and busy.

As the OL exam approached, the entire grade became extremely depressing.

All of the professors focused most of their time on fifth and seventh grades – because their exams were the most rigorous.

Even Professor Snape rarely trained people, and spent most of his time making students review the decoctions they had learned before. As for Hagrid, who had barely passed the approval of his former professor, he had completely lost his right to teach in the fifth and seventh grades, and the retired old professor was now focusing all his energy on the students who were going to take the exams, and began to frantically start to let them master some of the content that was considered mandatory.

Although there was no magic banner hanging up inside Hogwarts to count down to 100 days, it was clearly imprinted on the hearts of every student - the library was mostly filled with fifth or seventh year students, so that it was rare to see students in both years in the common room.

Alan is also part of this review army.

To be precise, he is a little heavier than the others - after all, he has been delayed for nearly half a year in the middle of this semester and has not studied, although his practical skills and magic theory have been greatly improved, but the exam is obviously not just about those things.

Hogwarts at this moment even made Alan feel like he was in his third year of high school - the end of class time was not the end, but the beginning of learning.

Many of them didn't even go to the cafeteria for dinner, and could barely get some sweets or cookies from the owl with a little hot water, and the Hufflepuff students relied on the kitchen to get better—but it was hard to get too much hot food, mostly just some bread and smoked sausages—and in order to take care of them, Mrs. Pince said that it was okay to eat, but not to touch the books in the library before washing their hands.

As a member of the review army, Alan is clearly special.

It's not that there's anything special about his position, it's just that his dinner is clearly a notch higher than the others.

On the other side of his table, Anne carried a small basket, squinted at a book, watched him eat today's cranberry treat, then handed him a warm milk, and received a compliment before putting her mind back on her book.

Well, that's right - although it is also a snack and some hot drinks, Allen is freshly baked, and the pattern changes every day.

When the whole school went to Japan last year, Anne learned a lot about dessert making, and this year it seems that her skills have increased a lot - if Alan is not in a hurry to review now, he would definitely have more than two words of praise.

At the moment, their classes were not too intense, so the little girl had a lot of free time, and she took care of all Ellen's dinner.

Unfortunately, Alan didn't have much time for small talk now, and he had to put his time on the book after a few compliments, ready to continue to see the library clearers today—he would probably be able to talk to Anne for twenty minutes on the way back.

Just as he continued to bury his head in the book, there was a sudden sound of quarrel in the library, and everyone who was reviewing couldn't help but look sideways.

It was a seventh-grader and a fifth-grader - one of them took his place and ran to eat, and the other came late and didn't have a place to just move someone else's things away and take it himself.

This situation was obviously the fault of the seventh grade who took the position, but unfortunately he didn't seem to have any intention of letting it go.

So, of course, the two quarreled directly, and no one had the intention of giving a step.

Alan frowned, and got up to persuade the seventh-grader away—he thought his face should be convincing, whether it was a fist or a badge on his chest.

Unexpectedly, however, the seventh-grader was not happy - he angrily opened all the books on the table in that row, and the same name was displayed in ink.

"He's shameless!" the seventh-grader's face was full of indignation, "One person occupies seven places with seven books!

。。。

It's a bit tricky.

Alan froze, and the two began to continue arguing.

Just as Alan was thinking of a way, two spells hit the two of them almost at the same time, one after the other, and after a loud bang, the two were hung upside down and then thrown out. It was neat and neat, and it didn't drag the mud and water at all, which made a cadre of people can't help but look in the direction where the spell is flying.

There, Mrs. Pince's face was full of gloom: "Whoever occupies more than one position or grabs someone else's position, throws it out, and then the library does not welcome him!"

Horror ...