Time flies, and people always yearn for an exciting life, but they don't know that ordinary daily life is the most precious treasure. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

It's June, and the days are hot and cloudless, and all we want to do is take a walk outside, take a few pints of chilled pumpkin juice to the grass and lie down on the grass, maybe play a game of pebbles or watch the giant squid dream on the lake.

But almost no students do. With exams approaching, students are not only unable to laze outside to pass the time, but they also have to stay in the castle and endure the temptation of the summer breeze blowing from their windows, forcing their brains to work hard.

"Why do I have to stay in the dreary library in this weather and read the boring textbooks written by these boring old men!" Pansy said complainingly, throwing the textbook aside for the eleventh time, looking at Malfoy with expectant eyes, not knowing what she was expecting, maybe she wanted Malfoy to relieve her boredom?

"Mr. Zygmunt Budge may have wept secretly in his grave when he heard your name. Malfoy closed the Book of Magic: The Book of Potions in his hand and said sympathetically.

"The Defence Against the Dark Arts class has Professor Snape to give us water, and there is nothing wrong with not passing the History of Magic, and the teacher of the Magical Creature Protection class seems to be very kind...... "Pansy began to count her hands at this point, which classes were easier.

"The old lady in the Transfiguration class is the most serious, she never releases water, she has to put more thought. I've listened to Charms class this semester, and I shouldn't have any problems, and there's a divination class..."Pansy whispered to herself, as if she had no fear of these exams after analyzing it like this.

"Divination class?" Malfoy raised an eyebrow, then said, "I thought you had given up on this class." ”

"Hmm—" Pansy paused, as if in thought, and then whispered, "Actually, I think Professor Turney is quite funny sometimes. ”

"Okay, then it seems that I will be able to have a little magic stick to help me divinate good fortune in the future. Malfoy said with a smirk.

"You're a god! That's called prophecy! There's a basis. Pansy retorted as if she had been poked in the foot.

"Well, Lady Pansy, who is about to become a great prophet, forgive this crude and ignorant man before you, and ask the great prophet to guide me, a lost lamb. Malfoy blinked, and said in a tone that was flattering and mixed with a hint of playfulness.

Pansy's face flushed.

"Alright, no kidding. Malfoy's expression changed, and then his tone changed to serious: "Review well, I'll have time to teach you practice later, Professor McGonagall's transformation exam is not that simple"

"Good. Pansila said in a long voice, and was forced to reluctantly begin to bury her head in the difficult and obscure books on the table.

It's just that when the prophecy lesson was mentioned just now, Pansy's mood was not as light as her face, but a little heavy.

She still remembered the prophecy that the middle-aged woman had made about Malfoy's ominous body, which was a key reason why she insisted on taking the prophecy class.

Pansy also wanted to hear more about him.

She could tell for herself that the woman's nervous words were sometimes not taken seriously, but there were times when she was more eccentric than usual, when her eyes were rolling, her voice was deep, and her voice seemed to be full of breathtaking magic, and the only analogy Pansy could make was perhaps the siren's singing, and Professor Trelawney's words in those moments, even if they were nonsense, were always convincing.

"Far away from the boy who came with you last time, his future is chaotic, faintly leaking with blood, and the disaster is still unknown. Professor Trelawney would often warn Pansy with a clear and attentive look in her eyes, but every time Pansy asked, the teacher would return to that confused look, staring at Pansy with her glasses-magnified eyes, touching the back of her head and asking confusedly, "Did I do anything just now?"

But Pansy wouldn't say that to Malfoy, she would rather it was just her own wishful thinking and the teacher's nonsense.

But out of a sense of uncertainty about the future, there is an invisible drive that drives Pansy to continue listening to the professor's lessons.

"There's nothing wrong with being careful. Pansy said to herself.

"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 expression, and Crookhill climbed onto the couch, waved his paw in front of his mouth, and 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 symbol of the Gryffindor lion hung on the fireplace, and the scarlet fluffy chairs were scattered in all corners, but no one sat on them.

Most students still think that reviewing in the library is more violent, and the comfortable common room should be a breeding ground for depravity.

Harry and Ron looked at the book in front of them with bitter expressions, they chose to be here just so that Hermione could make up for them.

The time turner was confiscated before the exam, and many classes were canceled, so the consequence of the follow-up was that Hermione was never so busy anymore, and she could even find time to teach her two friends who were not "angry" and make up for their previous mistakes.

"Ron, tell me how wrinkled figs are an important ingredient in a potion. Hermione now had her wand in her hand and slammed the low mahogany table in front of Ron, her expression very serious.

"I'm now wondering if you're related to Professor McGonagall. Ron tilted his head, groaning a little weakly. Then he said, "Sorry, I forgot." ”

"Last time, Harry and I didn't take the time to cut this herb for you. Hermione sighed, looked at him helplessly, and then said promptly.

"Shrinking Potion!" Ron snapped his fingers and said as if he had just woken up from a dream, and with the help of the scene, Ron immediately remembered.

"Well, where was the world's best specimen of wrinkled figs found?" Hermione continued to ask, and Ron's voice immediately froze again.

"Nordic?" Ron asked tentatively.

"Well, all I can say is that you're really far from it, and it might be a luxury to pass, not to mention Snape, who likes to target you both in the first place. Hermione looked at Ron with sympathy, and then unabashedly uttered the harsh reality, "Remember, it's Albania. Hermione added word for word.

And Harry and Ron can only taste the bitter fruit of their own suffering, and do their best here.

And they found that Snape was not happy that he could substitute for Defence Against the Dark Arts, and even became more and more gloomy, and did not miss the opportunity to trouble them at all times, as soon as he saw Harry, a muscle beside his thin lips writhed unpleasantly, and he kept flexing his fingers as if he wanted to choke Harry's throat.

Time is fair, and it doesn't slow down just because some students aren't ready for their coursework, it's so sensible and unforgiving.