"Hermione!" Harry and Ron screamed, and the breakfast tray slipped to the floor with a thud. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Hermione coughed and emerged from the smoke, holding the telescope in her hand, one eye turning a striking bright purple-black.

"I just pinched it, and it - it hit me!" She said breathlessly.

Clearly, they saw a small fist attached to a long spring sticking out from behind the telescope.

"Don't worry," Ron visibly struggled not to laugh, "Mommy will fix it, she's good at treating minor injuries—"

"Oh, okay, leave that alone!" Hermione said hurriedly, and she sat down on the edge of Harry's bed. "We're guessing, after we get back from the Ministry of Magic...... Obviously, we don't want to say anything to you, but from what Lucius Malfoy said, it's a prophecy about you and Voldemort, well, we think it might be something like that......" She stared at him and whispered, "Are you scared?" ”

"It's less scared now," Harry said. "When I first heard it, I did ...... But now, it looks like I always knew I was going to face him in the end......"

"When we heard that Dumbledore was going to pick you up in person, we thought he might have something to say to you, or something to tell you about prophecy," Ron said eagerly, "Looks like we guessed right, didn't we?" If he thinks you're going to lose, he won't give you a lesson alone, he won't waste his time – he will definitely think you have a chance! ”

"That's true," Hermione said. "I wonder what he's going to teach you, Harry? The real high-level defensive magic, perhaps...... Powerful spellbreaker ...... Anti-Evil Curse ......"

Harry didn't listen.

A warm current that has nothing to do with sunlight spreads in my heart; A large, heavy stone in his chest seemed to have melted.

He knew that Ron and Hermione were far more shocked than they pretended, but most importantly, they were still on his side, comforting him with words of encouragement, and not flinching and running away from him as if he seemed tainted or dangerous, which was priceless to Harry.

“…… There's also evasive magic in general," Hermione concluded. "Okay, at least you know there's one class you're going to take this year, one more than me and Ron. I'm thinking about our O. W。 L。 When will the results come? ”

"It won't be long, it's been a month," Ron said.

"Wait," Harry remembered another part of last night's conversation, "I think Dumbledore said our O." W。 L。 Results will come today! ”

"Today?" Hermione screamed. "Today? But why don't you - oh God - you should have said it a long time ago-" she jumped.

"I'm going to see if any owls have been here...... but when Harry got dressed and went downstairs with an empty tray ten minutes later, Hermione was seen sitting anxiously at the kitchen table, while Mrs. Weasley was trying to lighten the resemblance between her and half a panda.

"It just doesn't change much," Mrs. Weasley said anxiously, standing in front of Hermione with her wand in one hand and a copy of The Healer's Companion in the other, turning to the page "Bruises, Cuts, and Abrasions." "It worked before, I don't understand."

"This funny joke was definitely Fred and George's idea, and they made sure it wasn't gotten off," Ginny said.

"But it has to be removed!" Hermione screamed. "I can't walk around like this forever."

"You won't, dear, we'll find the cure, don't worry," Mrs. Weasley said reassuringly.

"Bill told me that our Fred and George were very funny!" Fleur said with a serene smile.

"yes, I'm laughing breathlessly." Hermione snapped.

She jumped up and began to walk around the kitchen, her fingers wringing together.

"Mrs. Weasley, are you really, really sure that no owls were here this morning?"

"Yes, dear, I have taken notice," Mrs. Weasley said patiently. "But it's only nine o'clock, and there's still time......

"I know I'm sure I've failed my Ancient Magic Script," Hermione muttered maniacally, "I must have made at least one serious translation error." And the practice of Defence Against the Dark Arts is not good at all. At the time, I thought Transfiguration was good, but now that I think about it—"

"Hermione, can you stop, you're not the only one nervous!" Ron shouted. "Especially when you get 11 'excellent'......"

"Don't, don't, don't!" Hermione clapped her hands hysterically and said, "I know I'm failing every class. ”

"What happens if we fail?" Harry asked, but Hermione answered.

"We're going to talk to the Dean about our options, and I asked Professor McGonagall at the end of last semester."

Harry's stomach began to churn. He wished he hadn't eaten that much breakfast.

"At Beauxbatons," Fleur said smugly, "we have another way. I think it's better. We took the exam after six years, not five, and then—" Fleur's words were drowned out by screams. Hermione pointed to the kitchen window. Three black spots are clearly visible in the sky and are getting bigger all the time.

"It must be an owl," Ron said hoarsely, jumping up and standing in front of the window with Hermione.

"There are three." Harry walked briskly over to Hermione's side.

"One for each of us," Hermione whispered in a frightened voice. "Oh, don't ...... Oh, don't ...... Oh, don't ......" she gripped Harry and Ron's elbows tightly.

The owls flew straight towards the Burrow, and three beautiful brown owls flew lower and lower on the way to the house, and became clearer and clearer, each carrying a square envelope.

"Oh no!" Hermione let out a piercing scream.

Mrs. Weasley squeezed past the three of them and opened the window. One, two, three, three owls passed through the window one by one and stopped in a neat straight line on the table. They all lifted their right legs.

Harry walked forward, his letter tied to the leg of the owl in the middle. He began to clumsily untie the rope with his hands. To his left, Ron is trying to unpack his own scores; On the right, Hermione's hand trembled so much that her owl shook with it.

There was no one in the kitchen who spoke. Eventually, Harry finally unwrapped his envelope. He tore open the envelope and unfolded the parchment inside.

Common Wizard Grade Exam ScoresPassGrade:Excellent (O)Exceeding Expectations(E)Pass(A)FailGrade:Poor(P)Awful(D)Troll(T)Harry James Potter's grades are as follows:Astronomy:AWeProtect Magical Creatures:ESpells:E.:Defence Against the Dark Arts:OUghana:Prypologist:EHistory of Magic:DPotions:ETransfiguration:E、Harry read the parchment several times, and each time he read it, his breathing became easier. Everything was fine: he had always believed that divination must fail, and he couldn't pass the history of magic because he fell ill halfway through, but he passed everything else! His fingers moved up and down the score...... He's good at Transfiguration and Herbalism, and he's even 'exceeded expectations' on potions! And best of all, his Defence Against the Dark Arts was 'excellent'!

He looked to the side. Hermione had her back to him, her head down, but Ron looked happy.

"Only divination and the history of magic fail, but who cares about those?" He said happily to Harry. "Come-change-" Harry glanced down at Ron's grades: no 'excellent.

"I knew you'd get the highest score on Defence Against the Dark Arts," Ron tapped Harry on the shoulder. "We're all doing a good job, aren't we?"

"Well done!" Mrs. Weasley said proudly, ruffling Ron's hair. "Seven O.W.L., more than Fred and George combined!"

"Hermione?" Ginny asked tentatively, as Hermione hadn't turned around. "How's yours?"

"I-no-no," Hermione whispered.

"Oh, less coming," Ron said, striding over Hermione, snatching the report card from her hand. "yes—ten 'good' and one Defence Against the Dark Arts 'beyond expectations.'" He looked down at her and said half-jokingly, half-annoyed. "You're really disappointed, aren't you?"

Hermione shook her head, but Harry laughed.

"Alright, we're N.E.W.T. students now!" Ron grinned. "Mom, are there any sausages yet?"

Harry looked down at his results, and they were as good as he could have expected. He just felt a slight tingling of regret...... This was the end of his ambition to become an Auror. He did not receive the required Potions class level. He had always known that he couldn't get it, but when he saw the small, black 'E', he felt his stomach sink suddenly.

Strangely, really, think about it, it was a disguised Death Eater who first told Harry that he would be a good Auror, but somehow the idea had been firmly in his mind, and he couldn't think of anything else he could do. And, after he had heard that prophecy a few weeks earlier, it seemed that the path had become his inevitable fate...... Two people can't both be alive...... If he joined the ranks of wizards who had been trained intensively to find and kill Voldemort, wouldn't he be able to fulfill that prophecy and give himself the best chance of survival?

Harry didn't leave the Burrow for the next few weeks. He spent most of the day playing two-player Quidditch matches, with him and Hermione against Ron and Ginny, so they were evenly matched, and at night he ate three portions of each of the food that Mrs. Weasley had in front of him.

If it weren't for the daily reports of disappearances and strange and even fatal accidents in the Daily Prophet, this summer vacation would have been a happy and peaceful one. Sometimes Bill and Mr. Weasley brought new information home even before it was in the newspapers. To Mrs. Weasley's displeasure, Harry's sixteenth birthday celebration was disturbed by the terrible news from Remus Lupin, who looked haggard and gloomy, with brown hair mixed with white strands, and his clothes looking more shabby than ever.

"Two or three more Dementor attacks," he announced, as Mrs. Weasley handed him a large piece of birthday cake. They also found the body of Igor Karkarov in a hut in the northern region. The Dark Mark was cast on top of the hut - well, frankly, I'm surprised that he would survive for a year after abandoning the Death Eaters; I remember Sirius' younger brother Regulus who lived only a few days. ”

"Yes, well," Mrs. Weasley said, frowning, "maybe we should discuss something else—"

"Have you heard about Florin Fortescu, Remus?" Bill said he was being harassed by Fleur with wine. "That's on—"

"- The guy from the cold drink shop in Diagon Alley?" Harry interjected uneasily, feeling empty in his stomach. "He used to let me taste ice cream for free. What happened to him? ”

"Dragged away, judging by the appearance of his shop."

"Why?" Ron asked, and Mrs. Weasley stared at Bill sternly.

"Who knows? He must have done something to them. Florin is a good man. ”

"Speaking of Diagon Alley," said Mr. Weasley, "it seems that Ollivander is gone." ”

"The wand-maker?" Ginny asked, shocked.

"That's him...... And there are no signs of struggle. No one knows if he left on his own or was kidnapped. ”

"But how do people buy wands?"

"They can go to other stores and buy them," Lupin said. "But Ollivanders is the best, and if they get him there, it's not good news for us."

After spending this gloomy birthday tea, the next day they received a letter and a list of textbooks from Hogwarts. Harry was pleasantly surprised: he had been chosen captain of the Quidditch team.

"Wow, I remember Charlie wearing this," Ron happily checked the badge. "Harry, that's so cool, you're my captain - if you're still keeping me on the team, haha......"

"Well, now that you've received this, I don't think the time to go to Diagon Alley can be delayed any longer," Mrs. Weasley sighed as she looked at Ron's textbook list. "We'll go on Saturday as long as your father doesn't have to go to work that day. I wouldn't have gone without him. ”

"Mom, do you really think the mystery man would hide behind the shelves of the Blotted bookstore?" Ron said with a snicker.

"Did Fortescu and Ollivanders go on vacation, huh?" Mrs. Weasley immediately became furious. "If you think the security issue seems ridiculous, stay home and I'll go buy your stuff myself—"

"No, I'm going, I'm going to visit Fred and George's shop!" Ron said hurriedly.

After saying that, he quickly ran upstairs and went to pack his things.