Section I

The Slytherins were defeated, defeated by their arch-rival Gryffindor.

Harry and the rest of the team hugged each other excitedly in the middle of the field, cheering and tears of excitement. Afterwards, the team members were lifted high by the Gryffindors who rushed up, like heroes returning from the battlefield. The Quidditch trophy was held high like a torch, and at this moment, the glory belonged to Gryffindor.

Harry was lifted up and sat on the shoulders of the Gryffindors, his face beaming with excitement and pride, and Sauron just watched from afar, a faint smile on his lips.

"I envy them." Draco came to Sauron at some point.

"Hungry for victory?" Sauron said calmly, "Or do you yearn for glory like him?" ”

"Maybe." Draco looked at the Gryffindors in the arena crying with joy and sighed, "Perhaps, I just want to hug and laugh like them." ”

"Huh." Sauron chuckled, "Yes, enviable—but it doesn't belong to us, because we're Slytherins." ”

Draco was stunned for a long time, then he sighed, with a bit of ease, "yes, we're Slytherins." ”

"Alright, Draco, take it easy." Sauron said with a smile, patting Draco on the shoulder, "Don't get caught up in the present, it's nothing compared to what we're going to have." ”

Time flies, washing away the passion left by the Academy Cup to the students. With the arrival of June, the days become 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 pebble throwing or watch the giant squid dream on the lake.

But they can't do that. With exams approaching, the vast majority of students are not only unable to laze outside to pass the time, but also have to stay in the castle, enduring the temptation of the summer breeze blowing from their windows and forcing their brains to work hard. Ibikos spends almost all of his time in the library and in his room, preparing for the n.e.w.TS, also known as the "Ultimate Wizarding Exam", the highest qualification Hogwarts can offer and one must enter the Ministry of Magic.

"You look so laid-back." Ibikos said, looking at Sauron, who was sitting next to him with a relaxed face, "Aren't you going to review the lesson?" ”

"Do I need it?" Sauron raised an eyebrow and said, "Actually, I don't think you need to be so nervous, for you, it shouldn't be a problem to get through guòn.e.w.ts." ”

"Hmm." Ibikos shrugged helplessly, "It's not enough to pass guò, I hope to get an excellent result." ”

"So—" Sauron smacked his lips as he pulled out a thumb-sized bottle of clear liquid from his bosom, "a little help." ”

Ibikus picked up the bottle and looked at Sauron inquiringly.

"Sometimes, I think a little bit of good luck helps a lot." Sauron whispered.

With a hint of surprise on his face, Ibikos took the bottle into his arms, "Thank you, Your Highness, then." ”

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Section II

Exams are coming one after another, and students are relieved to finish each course, even though most of them don't know how well they are doing. Harry and Ron's final exam was divination, and Hermione's was Muggle studies. Together, they walked up the marble staircase. Hermione had broken up with them on the second floor, and Harry and Ron had made it all the way to the eighth floor, where many of the classmates sat on the spiral staircase leading to Professor Trelawney's classroom, hoping to memorize something at the last minute.

Ron...... Weasley. The familiar faint voice above their heads said. Ron grimaced at Harry and climbed the silver staircase and disappeared. Now Harry was the only one waiting for the exam. He sat on the floor. With his back against the wall, listening to a fly buzzing in the sunlit glass window, his mind had flown across the field to Hagrid.

Finally, about twenty minutes later, Ron's big foot reappeared on the stairs.

"How's it going?" Harry asked him, and he stood up.

"Mess," Ron said, "I couldn't see anything, so I made it up." I don't think she believed it, but ......"

"Meet in the common room." Harry whispered, and Professor Trelawney's voice shouted, "Harry Potter!"

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 this crystal ball...... Now for you...... And tell me what I saw in it......" Harry 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.

"Huh?" Professor Trelawney asked thoughtfully, "What do you see?"

The room was scorching with heat, and Harry's nostrils tingled from the puffs of scented smoke wafting from the fire. He remembered what Ron had just said and decided to pretend.

"Oh-" said Harry, "a black thing--hmm-"

"What shape does that thing look like?" Professor Trelawney asked in a low voice. "Now, think about ......"

Harry thought about it, and then he thought of Buckbeak.

"It's a hippony, a winged beast." He said firmly.

"Really?" Professor Trelawney whispered, quickly writing something on the parchment that lay on her lap. "My child, you may be seeing the consequences of the troubles between poor Hagrid and the Ministry of Magic! Take a closer look...... This Hippogriff has a winged beast like ...... In prison?"

"Nope." Harry said firmly.

"Are you sure?" Professor Trelawney urged him. "Are you sure? My dear? Do you see it struggling, in a cramped iron cage?"

"Nope!" Harry said, starting to feel a little sick.

"No blood? Hagrid without crying?"

"Nope!" Harry said again that he wanted to leave the classroom and the sweltering heat more than ever. "It looks good, it's- flew away......"

Professor Trelawney sighed, "Alright, dear, I guess we'll stop here...... It's a bit disappointing, but I'm sure you've done your best. ”

Harry breathed a sigh of relief, stood up, picked up his bag and turned to leave, but then a loud, hoarse voice spoke behind him—"This is going to happen tonight." ”

Harry snapped back. Professor Trelawney froze in his armchair, his eyes glazed and his jaw drooping.

"Right—excuse me?" Harry said.

But Professor Trelawney didn't seem to hear, and his eyes began to roll. Harry stood there in a panic. She looked like she had a seizure. Harry hesitated, wondering if he should run to the school hospital. At this point Professor Trelawney spoke again, still in a hoarse voice, very different from her own.

"The plot of revenge is set in motion at midnight, and Voldemort's minions will return to him...... A dark war is coming, more brutal than ever...... The prelude to blood and carnage has sounded...... The choice between love and hate, the twins of light and darkness, the fate of the bond......"

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......"

Harry was still standing there, dumbfounded.

"Is there anything wrong, dear?"

"You-you just told me that the Dark Lord's servant will return to him......"

Professor Trelawney seemed utterly panicked.

"The Dark Lord? The one who can't even mention his name? My dear child, this is no joke......"

"But you just said it! You say the Dark Lord ......"

"I think you must have been asleep for a while, dear!" Professor Trelawney said, "I certainly wouldn't have predicted something so far away!"

Harry climbed down the stairs and thought to himself...... Had he just heard Professor Trelawney make a real prophecy? Or else she did it to give the exam an impressive end? Darkness is about to rise, does it mean that Voldemort will be resurrected? And what about the twins of light and darkness? For no apparent reason, Harry shuddered, subconsciously feeling a little uneasy, unwilling to think about Trelawney's words again.

After a while, Harry returned to the Gryffindor common room, where Ron and Hermione were there.

"Professor Trelawney," Harry gasped, "just sued me for ......"

"Buckbeak lost the case," Ron said listlessly, interrupting Harry, "Hagrid just sent this. ”

Hagrid's note was dry this time, and there were no tears on it, but his hands were probably shaking so badly that the note was hard to recognize: Lost. When the sun sets, Buckbeak will be taken away. You can't help anything. If you want to come, you can see Buckbeak for the last time.

PS: This chapter transitions, and it is estimated that the next chapter will end the content of the third part. There are a lot of boring things, mainly because the doctor jumped a lot of links, and some necessary plots still have to be brought to ensure the coherence of the plot, please forgive me.

The part of Harry's exam was written in detail, and there was quite a bit of the original text. It's mainly about touching the scene, and doing the compulsory practice but not knowing anything, it's really painful. The tutor asked questions, and then searched his stomach to make up the answers, hehe, this situation is very kind.

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