The next morning, Ron woke up to hear Harry yelling.

"What's going on, Harry?" asked Ron as he sat up.

"I'm sorry to disturb your sleep, Ron," Harry said, telling Ron about yesterday's argument.

"Forget it, Harry. People who don't know you won't believe you, no matter how much they explain, and people who know you don't have to explain. Ron said, putting on his clothes.

"Ron is right, don't care. Longbottom said, and went downstairs with Harry.

As Ron got dressed and walked downstairs, he saw Hermione staring in surprise at the bulletin board in the common room, with a large new notice posted on it.

"A lot of Garons"

Don't have enough pocket money to cover your expenses? Want to earn a little more gold? Contact Fred and George Weasley in the Gryffindor common room for a simple, almost painless casual extracurricular job.

(Unfortunately, all work is at the applicant's own risk.) )

"They've gone too far. Hermione said with a grimace and took the notice down, which Fred and George had pinned to a notice stating that the date of their first weekend in Hogsmeade was in October.

"Don't care, Hermione. Ron said, "Let's eat." ”

"That's not going to work, I'm a prefect!" Hermione said, as they crawled out of the Elephant Cutting Hole, "I've got to stop this!"

"Did you sleep well yesterday?" Ron said, changing the subject.

"It's ok, it's just a weird dream all the time. ”

They came to the bottom of the marble staircase, where a group of Ravenclaw fourth-graders were fishing through the foyer.

As they walked into the Great Hall, the enchanted ceiling was gray and misty today. They walked over to Gryffindor's table and saw Harry talking to a tall, dark-skinned girl with long braids.

"Hello, Angelina. Ron greeted and said,

"Hello," she said briskly, "you know, I've been chosen captain of the Gryffindor Quidditch team." ”

"Really?" said Hermione, "that's great. ”

"Ah, yes——— oh, Harry, Oliver is gone, we need a new goalkeeper. The auditions are going to take place at 5 p.m. on Friday, and I want all the players to be there, okay? So we can see if the new guy can work well with everyone. ”

"Okay. Harry said.

Angelina smiled at him and walked away.

"I forgot Wood was gone," Hermione brought over two plates of bread and handed one to Ron, "I guess that would make a big difference to the team, right?"

"I think so," said Harry, "he's a great goalkeeper—"

"But it's not bad to absorb a little fresh blood, is it?" Ron said.

Suddenly, whoosh, click, click, They landed all over the Great Hall, bringing letters and parcels to their owners, and at the same time spilling drops of water on the heads of those who were eating breakfast. Apparently, it was raining heavily.

At this point, Professor McGonagall handed out the class schedule from desk to table.

"Look at today!" Ron said with a sigh, "History of Magic, two Potions lessons, Divination lessons, two Defence Against the Dark Arts lessons—Binns, Snape, Trelawney, and the woman named Umbridge, all on the same day! I want Fred and George to hurry up and get those quick-acting truant candy—"

"Don't I'm having a problem with my ears, is it?" said Fred, who had just arrived with George and huddled next to Ron, "Hogwarts prefects don't want to skip class, do they?"

"Look how unlucky we were today. Ron grumbled, shoving his class schedule under Fred's nose, "I've never had a bad Monday like this." ”

"That's right, brother," Fred said as he skimmed through the timetable, "if you want, you can have some nosebleed candy, it's cheap." ”

"Why cheap?" said Ron skeptically.

"Because the nosebleeds keep going on and on, and eventually you end up in a ball. We haven't figured out an antidote yet. George said as he began to eat a piece of smoked fish.

"Thanks," Ron said sullenly, slipping the schedule into his pocket, "I guess I'd better go to class." ”

"Speaking of your quick-fix truant candy," Hermione said sternly glaring at Fred and George, "you can't put an ad on the Gryffindor bulletin board to recruit experimenters. ”

"Who said that?" said George, looking surprised.

"I said," Hermione said.

Ron swallowed the bread and said, "Don't do that, Hermione. I think you should be more open-minded at this time, and you are also your own person. ”

"Ron!" Hermione glared at him angrily, angry that Ron didn't speak for herself.

And Fred and George giggled.

"It won't be long before you're going to change your tune, Hermione," Fred said, spreading a thick layer of butter over a piece of baked dough, "you're starting fifth grade, and you'll soon be begging us to skip sugar." ”

"Why does fifth grade mean I need to skip class?" Hermione asked.

".ls years (referring to the Ordinary Wizard Rank Exam). George said.

"So what?"

"That means you're going to have to deal with the exam endlessly, aren't they? they're going to be grinding your nose like a grinding wheel, and they're going to wear out the skin on the tip of your nose. Fred gloated.

".ls, half of our classmates have a little problem. George said gleefully, "Crying nose and wiping tears, tantrums—Patis faints at every turn—"

"Kenneth Toller was covered in boils, remember?" Fred recalled.

"That's because you put a lot of bubble powder in his pajamas. George said.

"Oh, yes," Fred said with a playful grin, "I forgot—sometimes it's hard to remember, right?"

"All in all, fifth grade was a nightmare year," George said, "if you care more about test scores." Luckily, Fred and I were in good spirits. ”

"But our future is in something other than academic achievement, isn't it, Ron?"

"Almost. Ron had already finished his meal by this time, "Learning isn't necessarily the only way out, is it? ”

"Ron is right!" said George, with a frown on his eyebrows, "and let's do ——— for Ron's wonderful remarks."

"——— fight hard!"

After Fred and George walked away, Hermione looked at their backs and said thoughtfully,

"Anyway, what are you going to do when you graduate?"

She looked at Ron, then at Harry, and finally at Ron,

"Not yet," Ron said slowly, "unless—well—"

He looked a little embarrassed.

"What?"

"Well, it's pretty cool to be an Auror. Ron said in a half-truthful tone.

"yes. Harry said enthusiastically.

"But they're pretty much elite," Ron said, "and you've got to be very good." What about you, Hermione?"

"I don't know. "I want to do something really worthwhile." ”

"Being an Auror is valuable!" Harry said.

"Yes, but there's more to it than that," Hermione said thoughtfully, "I mean, if I can push the House-Elf Advocates further—"

"Uh——— Ron, what about you?" Harry decisively shifted the subject.

"Oh———" Ron looked up at the cloudy ceiling, "I'm going to write a book." ”

"Writing a book?"

"yes, write a book. Or a biography or something. Ron continued, "I'm going to go around the world, take a good look at it, and write a book. ”

"That's true," Hermione said cautiously, "a big idea." ”

"Alright, it's time for us to go to class. ”

The history of magic is considered to be one of the most boring courses designed by the wizarding world. Their ghost teacher, Mr. Binns, spoke with a wheezing and procrastinating voice, and would almost certainly make a person drowsy in ten minutes, or five minutes if it was hot. The format of his lectures was the same, always gushing from the script, while they took notes underneath, or rather, were sleepy-eyed and dim.

Ron found the lesson unbearable, so he fell asleep on his desk.

After a while, Ron felt someone calling him, "Huh?" and said in a daze, "It's dawn?"

"It's dawn?" Hermione's disgruntled voice rang in Ron's ear, "it's class." ”

Ron stood up in a daze, "Oh, what a great lesson, wasn't it?"

"I really don't understand, I found that you have never listened carefully to this course, and you can still get a passing grade on every exam?"

"Forehead ......"

It was drizzling, so the silhouettes of the people huddled in the courtyard looked a little blurred.

When Hermione and Ron came to the courtyard, they saw Andrew Lee hiding in a corner and they were talking to two Ravenclaw girls, Cho Chang and Luna.

"Andrew Lee is in love with his girlfriends again, and I wonder why the school doesn't ban these things, and any aspiring young person should work hard instead of wasting their time on...."Ron muttered.

"———I think it's time for us to go in. Hermione coldly interrupted Ron's words as she gestured to her classmates as they prepared to line up to enter.

"Oh, okay. Ron said happily, "I'll see you later." ”

As they lined up outside Snape's classroom, Ron said to Hermione, "Such people are terrible people. ”

"What?" Hermione didn't react.

"This kind of person who doesn't show his anger on the outside is terrible. Ron said, referring to Andrew, "I've read in a thick magic book that people who don't have any hobbies and are very patient are usually terrible and dangerous dark wizards, you have heard of Murmur, the kind of monster that has always been repressed by the child. ”

"Oh, really?" Hermione said casually, "I didn't notice. ”

"Stay away from him, Hermione. There's something wrong with Andrew, there's a good chance he's going to be the second Dark Lord...."Ron couldn't help but continue to slander Andrew.

By this time the door to the underground classroom had opened, and there was an eerie creaking sound, and they had come to the end, and after sitting down beside Harry and Ginny,

"Quiet. Snape said coldly, slamming the classroom door behind his backhand.

In fact, there was no need for him to order everyone to be quiet, as soon as the whole class heard the door closed, they immediately became silent, and all small movements stopped. Normally, the presence of Snape was enough to silence the entire class.

"Before we begin class today," said Snape, who walked briskly to the podium and looked sternly at them all, "I think it is important to remind you that next June you will be taking an important exam where you will prove how much you have learned about the preparation and use of potions. Even though a few of the people in this class were really mentally retarded, they were all able to barely "pass" on the .ls exam, otherwise I would have been - very angry. ”

His gaze fell on Ron's face this time, and Ron gasped in fright.

"Of course, after this year, many of you won't be able to take my class anymore," Snape continued, "Potions class, that said, some of us will have to say goodbye. ”

"But we need to hold on for another year before that happy moment of goodbye comes. Snape whispered, "Therefore, for the exams, I would advise you all to concentrate on your homework and the high passing level that the students have achieved."

"Today, we're going to concoct a potion that often appears in ordinary wizard level exams: a palliative that calms and soothes irritability and anxiety. Note: If you put the ingredients in a so-so way, it can put the person taking the medicine into a kind of dead, sometimes irreversible lethargy, so you need to pay extra attention to your behavior. ”

Hermione sat up a little straighter, a look of concentration on her face. "Ingredients and recipes—" Snape waved his wand, "—on the blackboard—"(the blackboard did)"—everything you need—" he waved his wand again, "—in the locker—" (the door to the locker he spoke of suddenly opened) "—you have an hour and a half—to begin." ”

The potion that Snape had arranged for them to make was one of the hardest and most laborious. The ingredients must be added to the crucible in a strict order and in equal amounts, the mixture must be stirred to a specified number of times, no more or less, first clockwise and then counterclockwise, and the temperature of the flame must be reduced to a specific standard, neither high nor low, and held for a specific period of time before the last ingredient can be added.

"Your potion should now emit a faint, silvery-white steam. Snape said with ten minutes left.

Hermione's cauldron had already done what Snape had said it should be, and Snape looked at his crucible and left without saying a word.

Then Ron heard Snape say———

"Potter, what is this?"

The Slytherins in the front row of the classroom looked up with interest, they loved nothing more than to hear Snape tease Harry.

"Moderators. Harry said nervously.

"Tell me, Potter," Snape said softly, "do you know words?"

Draco Malfoy laughed out loud.

"Recognize. Harry said, his hand clenching his wand tightly.

"Read me the third line of the instructions, Potter. ”

Harry squinted at the blackboard. Now that the basement classroom is filled with steam of various colors, it is not easy to read the instructions on the blackboard.

"Add the moonstone powder, stir three times counterclockwise, boil for seven minutes, and add two drops of sneeze syrup. ”

"Did you do everything in the third one, Potter?"

"Nope. Harry whispered.

"I'm sorry, please say it again. ”

"No," Harry said, raising his voice, "I forgot to sneeze the grass." ”

"I know you've forgotten, Potter, that means this crucible garbage is useless. Disappear without a trace. ”

Harry's potion vanished in an instant. He stood stupidly beside an empty cauldron.

"All the students who have carefully read the operating instructions should put your medicine samples into a pot-bellied short-necked bottle, carefully mark their names, and take them to my podium for testing. "Homework: Write a twelve-inch paper on parchment on the properties of moonstone and its use in medicine, and turn it in Thursday." ”

By the time Ron and Hermione had arrived in the Great Hall, Harry had already started his lunch, and the ceiling was darker and gloomier than it had been in the morning, and the rain was crashing against the windows high up.

"That's very unfair," Hermione reassured him, as she sat down beside Harry and brought herself a piece of mashed potato pie, "yes, that's no wonder," Harry said, glaring at the plate in front of him with a huff, "When did Snape treat me fairly?"

No one answered. Everyone knew in their hearts that the enmity between Snape and Harry had been ingrained since the moment Harry stepped into Hogwarts.

"I thought he'd be a little better this year," Hermione said in a disappointed tone, "I mean—you know—"

She looked around cautiously, and there were six or seven empty seats on either side of them, and no one had walked past the table.

"—now he's in the Order of the Phoenix, and everything. ”

"Poisonous mushrooms don't change their spots," Ron said smugly, "Anyway, I always thought Dumbledore was crazy to believe Snape." What proof is there that he really doesn't work for the mystery man anymore?"

"Shut up, Ron, you know everything?" huh?" Hermione said lightly, "stop commenting. ”

"I'm not talking to you," Ron said dissatisfied, "I'm talking to Harry, it's a conversation between men, girls, don't interject." Don't think you're just doing a few little things, you're just a ——— following Professor Dumbledore"

"Shut up!" said Harry, impatiently.

Ron immediately became smug when he heard Harry say this, "Hear me, shut ——— up"

"———I'm talking about you, Ron. Harry said, "Shut up. ”

"Harry, you're ......" Ron looked incredulous.

"Can't you just stop for a moment?" said Harry, "Hermione isn't doing the little things you can talk about here. ”

"Good. Ron tossed his bag over his shoulders, stood up and walked away.

Hermione frowned at the back of the departing Ron, "He's always like that, Ron, how ——— naïve." ”

"And you've always put up with him. Harry said, "I don't have any problem with you teaching him a good lesson. ”

"Forget it," Hermione wiped her mouth as she finished eating, "there's no need for that. She chuckled, "Especially in the current situation, we don't need to create unnecessary contradictions, do we?"

"But you really don't need to avoid him, do you have to wait for him to mature?" said Harry, "and sooner or later he will be upside down." ”

"My bottom line is low," Ginny said, standing up and holding up her bag, "and if you do touch it, I advise you to run as far as you can." Hermione smiled wryly, "I don't think any of you can stop me except Andrew." ”