Ever since the Slytherin team won the Quidditch Cup, Draco had been talking about Buckbeak all day long, and Draco was sure that Buckbeak was dead, and seemed to be overjoyed that he had brought it on.

Exam week has begun, and there is an unusual silence in the castle. The third-graders came out of the shapeshifting class at lunch on Monday, all of them disgraced and devoid of the spirit of walking, comparing their grades with each other and lamenting that the tasks they had been given were too difficult, including turning a teapot into a turtle. Phoenix, Melinda and Noether looked relaxed, and it was a piece of cake for them.

Everyone hurried to lunch and went straight upstairs to take the Charms exam.

Draco had gone a little too far in trying to dispel the nerves, and his partner, Crabbe, had a final burst of hysterical laughter, and they had to take him to a quiet room for an hour until he could recite the Happiness Spell himself.

Goyle's spell on Draco doesn't seem to work, and Phoenix thinks Draco is completely acting out laughter, which looks fake.

After dinner, the students rushed back to the common room, not to relax, but to start reviewing the protection of magical creatures, potions, and astronomy. Melinda played chess with Phoenix and lost badly.

The next morning, Hagrid presided over the exam for the protection of magical creatures, but he looked so preoccupied that his mind didn't seem to be on the exam at all. He brought a large bucket of fresh Flober caterpillars to the class and told everyone that in order to pass the exam, their Flober caterpillars would have to be alive an hour later. Left unchecked, the Flob caterpillars multiply extremely quickly, so this is the easiest test they've ever experienced.

They had tested potions that afternoon, and it was an easy course for Slytherin, and the potions they brewed were a little more reliable, and Snape would let you pass.

At midnight for astronomy, everyone went to the highest building. The History of Magic exam was taken on Wednesday morning, and it was not at all pleasant to take the exam in this stuffy classroom, and even more unpleasant was not being able to turn in the paper early.

On Wednesday afternoon, you have to stay in the conservatory in the scorching sun. When we returned to the common room, everyone was hoping that the next day would be approaching, and the exams would be over.

Thursday morning for Defence Against the Dark Arts exam, their penultimate exam. Professor Lupin's proposed test, which none of them had ever taken, was the most unusual: it was an outside, sun-lit, kind of obstacle coursework, in which students had to wade through a pond with Grindillowe, through a series of potholes full of red hats, creak through a swamp, ignore the wrong instructions from a Hinkpunk, and then climb into an old box to fight a new boggart.

Phoenix passed perfectly, and Goyle and Crabbe were more keen to solve it with their fists. Draco succumbed to Hinkpunk's misdirection.

The final exam was divination, and together they walked up the marble staircase. Many students sat on the spiral staircase leading to Professor Trelawney's classroom, hoping to memorize something at the last minute.

"She wants to see us separately. Draco told them because they had come and sat next to him. He had a copy of "Piercing the Fog and Looking at the Future" on his lap, turning to the chapter on the crystal ball.

"Have any of you seen anything in the crystal ball?" He asked unhappily.

"Nope. Melinda said that the voice was indifferent.

The line outside the classroom was slow to shorten.

Then Professor Trelawney's voice shouted, "Phoenix, Peverell!"

This tower room was hotter than ever. The curtains were drawn, the fireplace was blazing, and the usual disgusting smell made Harry cough as he searched his way between several tables to Professor Trelawney. She sat waiting for him, with a large crystal ball in front of her.

"Hello, dear," she said gently, "look at the crystal ball—and time it for you—and tell me what you see in it—"

Phoenix leaned over to look at the crystal ball, trying to see as hard as he could, hoping it would allow him to see something other than the swirling white mist, but he couldn't see anything.

"Hmm?" Professor Trelawney asked thoughtfully, "what do you see?"

Phoenix improvised a story that suggested that Professor Trelawney would become a well-known great prophet, rich and happy.

She seemed satisfied, and he saw a few words written in her notebook, which looked like perfect marks.

Phoenix breathed a sigh of relief, it was the only class he wasn't sure about. He stood up, picked up his bag and turned to leave, but then a loud, hoarse voice spoke behind him.

"It's going to happen soon. Professor Trelawney froze in his armchair, his eyes glazed and his jaw drooping.

"I'm sorry, what did you say? Phoenix turned around and said.

But Professor Trelawney didn't seem to hear, and his eyes began to roll. She looked like she had a seizure. The hoarse voice was not at all like what she usually spoke.

"A night that would decide the fate of the entire wizarding world. Tomorrow night, before midnight, everything will change. The dagger under the cloak is already unsheathed. Whatever the outcome, the world will be turned upside down—"

Professor Trelawney's head hung down to his chest. She snorted. Then, suddenly, her head snapped and lifted again.

"Sorry, dear child," she said, as if in a dream, "the day is too hot, you know—I fell asleep for a while."

"You should rest a lot, goodbye, professor. ”

Phoenix climbed down the stairs, thinking to himself that he had just heard Professor Trelawney make a real prophecy—perhaps just a new trick. He stood there and thought for a moment, then shook his head disdainfully.

The scorching heat and the end of the semester exams meant that everyone was making the most of the opportunity to visit Hogsmeade again. However. Phoenix and Hermione can't go, they're going to London for a banquet, Salem Wizarding Academy is going to France tomorrow night, and tonight the British Department of International Magical Cooperation has a dinner party.

In the morning, Professor Snape "inadvertently" revealed Professor Lupin's werewolf identity, and he had to end his teaching career.

Lupin's office door was open. He's already packed most of his stuff. Grindillowe's empty tank stood next to his old box, which was open and almost full. Lupin was bending down to look at something on his desk, and he only looked up when Phoenix knocked on the door.

"Can't help it?" asked Phoenix.

"Tomorrow this time, the owl is coming from the parents - they don't want a werewolf to teach their children, Phoenix. Something happened last night and I think they were right. ”

"Something to do with Sirius Black?"

"Yes, that's complicated to say. Lupin paused, hesitating to tell Phoenix the truth. It seems that he has not yet gained the trust of this member of the Order of the Phoenix, which is a shame. Phoenix thinks he's a good person.

"Forget it, you know, I'm afraid of trouble. Phoenix waved his hand unremittingly, "So—I wish you all the best." ”