Speaking of which, every school year seems to be very busy - everyone thinks so, but the passage of time is always so hurried, people can't help but feel a little lonely.

While Maca didn't care so much about grades, other students had to focus on their studies. Grade 7 students, in particular, are facing more than just graduation, adulthood, and job hunting, and before that, there are N.E.W.T. exams waiting for them!

And Charlotte Witt, who has been a "big beauty" for seven years, is one of the graduating teams.

Graduation is always nostalgic – and the vast majority of people think so. But when you are a party, you will find that you definitely don't have the kung fu or the mood to hug each other with your classmates, be sad, and then throw sweat and tears.

Because, you still have to take the exam! You've got to fight for the exam!

Charlotte's grades weren't bad, but they weren't as good as her looks.

For this reason, she had to put aside all her thoughts and devote herself to the hell of studying, reviewing, and learning again.

Christmas is coming again, but what does that have to do with the old lady? Holiday? No, no kidding, it doesn't exist at all in the life of a seventh grader!

Sometimes, textbooks are like a handful of shit, and when you're driven crazy by hunger, there's only one option left!

"Shouldn't I be a little more gentle?" Charlotte, who was lying on her stomach in a pile of information, looked up suddenly, and the bloodshot eyes looked very scary.

"No, it's not too late to wait until the exam is over." She dove headlong into the pile again, "Oh, shit! Mistake again! ”

In fact, there are only two weeks left until the end of the semester.

Recently, the sky has suddenly cleared up, taking on a dazzling opareal color; The site, which had been muddy from heavy rain, was covered with a shiny layer of hoarfrost one morning.

Inside the castle, the atmosphere of Christmas is already in full swing.

Professor Flitwick, the Charms teacher, adorns his classroom with a group of shimmering light sources that are actually a group of little fairies with constantly vibrating wings.

With the exception of Year 7, almost all of the students were happily discussing their vacation plans.

But this year, both Ron and Hermione decided to stay at Hogwarts, with Ron saying he couldn't stand being with Percy for two weeks, and Hermione insisting that she was going to the library.

But Harry knew in his heart that they were doing it to be with him, and for that, he was very grateful.

Of course, in the last week of the semester, everyone can go to Hogsmeade Village again. Everyone except Harry was happy.

However, the three lion cubs who had been waiting for Maca to appear still did not wait.

At this time, it is dinner time, and everyone is filling their stomachs. But at this moment, a large flock of owls suddenly flew in from outside, and the students looked at it in amazement.

"Is it McLean again? But isn't Christmas yet? Professor McGonagall said in surprise.

The owls were visibly scattered, flapping their wings and flying over each of the four long tables, dropping white envelopes.

For a moment, it was like an envelope rain in the auditorium.

It didn't take long for everyone to notice that the letters were addressed to graduating seventh graders.

"Oh—McLean?"

“…… Yes, mine too. ”

"Same!"

Everyone looked left and right, and then opened the envelopes one after another and began to read.

"Graduation party?" The first voice rang out.

Immediately afterwards, most of the seventh graders were discussing with each other, and the scene was a bit chaotic.

Yes! I don't know what Maca's idea is, but he does want to hold an open-air party in Hogsmeade Village to welcome the graduates!

Even the Slytherins, who were often not treated well by the other three houses, were a rare fetish.

In this invitation letter, it is also specifically stated that if you don't want to go, you can not go, everything is voluntary.

"Are you going?"

"Why not?"

"But the exam ......"

"To hell with it! Do you think one more day and a half days will get you through safely? ”

"Oh yes, as the letter says, 'Wait until you graduate, and then regret that you didn't go crazy once'!"

"That's right! That's right, that's it! ”

Similar conversations were taking place at long tables in various faculties, and while some of the graduates didn't quite agree with it, most thought it was a great idea.

Soon, the message of the letter spread to the table - it was okay for the younger students to participate, but the drinks and food were not free.

This time, Maca inexplicably hemorrhaged once, and he was going to hold an open-air party at his own expense!

You know, there are more than 150 people in the entire seventh grade, and the cost of this evening is astronomical for one student.

Just when everyone was getting a little excited, Makara's owl, Malfurion, also rushed in from outside the gate. It didn't stop, but threw a letter down to Dumbledore, who was sitting in the middle of the faculty seat, and immediately spread its wings and flew out of the hall.

"Looks like I'm got my share too." Dumbledore smiled and picked up the envelope that had fallen in front of him.

He opened it and looked at it, but continued, "Oh, that's not all—everybody's got to play. ”

Dumbledore handed the letter to McGonagall, who was sitting next to him, then stood up and cleared his throat and said, "Seventh year students, be careful—"

Dumbledore's prestige was as high as ever, and the hall fell silent immediately.

"I regret to inform you that this evening was a personal act on the part of Mr. McLean—he had not informed me or Professor McGonagall beforehand. I don't think that's the norm. He looked at everyone and said slowly.

At the long tables in the various colleges, many students showed a look of frustration.

"But ......" at this moment, everyone's hearts hung again, "If you go to Hogsmeade to attend the evening party is just a personal act, there seems to be no reason for the school to stop everyone?" ”

Dumbledore blinked, looking a little mischievous.

"Even though Mr. McLean has invited me, I still have some things to do—" he said, turning his head to look at the faculty members again, "If the other professors have time to attend, that's their personal freedom." ”

With that, Dumbledore sat back down and lowered his head to eat the food on his plate, as if nothing had happened just now.

Suddenly, the students in the audience cheered happily.

"An open-air party to see off graduates?" Hermione said strangely, "What is this going to do, Marca?" ”

"Who knows?"

Harry was a little depressed because he couldn't go—at least not openly.

Ron, on the other hand, sighed with an embarrassed face, "Oh, Maca is really rich!" ”

That's right, it's a fun event indeed. But everyone is either wondering what is the reason for Maca to hold this event; Or maybe you don't think about it at all, and you're just going to go crazy at the open-air party.

But in any case, just looking at everyone's excitement, this party should be quite lively.

……

The next day, on the morning of their visit to Hogsmeade, Harry said goodbye to Ron and Hermione, and then walked up the marble staircase back to Gryffindor Tower alone—he was going to find a way to sneak out of the school by means of an invisibility cloak.

Snowflakes were falling outside the window, and the castle seemed very quiet.

"Huh, Harry!"

Harry turned in the middle of the hallway on the fourth floor, and he saw Fred and George sneaking in from behind a one-eyed hunchbacked witch statue.

"Are you there?" Harry asked curiously, "Why didn't you go to Hogsmeade?" ”

"We're here to get you in the festive mood before we go." Fred said, blinking mysteriously, "Come here......

He nodded to an empty classroom to the left of the one-eyed statue, and Harry followed Fred and George inside.

George closed the door slightly, then turned around and looked at Harry with a smile on his face.

"I've got you a Christmas present, Harry." He said with a smile.

With a wave of his hand, Fred pulled something out of his cloak and placed it on an empty table.

It was a big, square, very old piece of parchment, with nothing written on it—Harry thought it was another Fred and George joke, and couldn't help but stare at it with wide eyes, lest the twins be spoiled again.

"I said, what is this?"

"Well...... Harry, it's the secret of our success! George said, patting the parchment lovingly.

"It's a bit reluctant to give it to you," said Fred, "but last night we decided you needed it more than we did!" ”

"Anyway, we've memorized its contents." George continued, "We're giving it to you—we don't need it anymore." ”

"What do I want such a shabby parchment?" Harry asked, confused.

"A shabby parchment!" Fred repeated Harry's words, then closed his eyes and grimaced, as if Harry had underestimated him, "Explain, George. ”

"Alright! When we were in our first year, Harry, we were so young, carefree, and innocent—"

Harry snorted, wondering if Fred and George had ever been naïve.

“…… Well, at least more naïve than we are now! "There was a little accident between us and Filch. ”

"We put a big bomb in the hallway, and for some reason it frustrated him — so he pulled us into his office and started using that usual ...... to deal with us. ”

"Confinement?" Harry interjected.

"Get our intestines out!" George smiled, and Harry pouted.

"And then?" Harry urged.