"And then?"

"And then, oh, Hermione, and then your test will come, won't they? they're going to make you a hard-working student," Fred said, with a satisfied look on his face.

"We've spent half a year on the regular wizard level exam," George said happily. "Tears and tantrums ......"

"That's what happened to Geeta when the liquid was boiling, do you remember, George?" Fred recalled.

"That's because you put Bulbadox powder in his jacket," George said.

"Oh, yes, that's it......" Fred said, grinning with teeth. "I forgot...... It's hard to remember what was wrong, right?"

"All in all, it's a nightmare for year 5," George said. "If you don't mind your test results, whatever. Fred and I somehow want to maintain our woodpeckers. ”

"yes," Fred said nonchalantly. "But we feel like our future is going to be more than just lying in the academy. ”

"Our most serious argument is whether or not we are not coming here for the seventh year," George said starkly, "and now we have-"

He stopped when Vanlin threw him a warning look, and George knew that Harry had given him the money he had won at the Battle of the Warriors, as well as a large amount of money from Vanlin.

"Now we have our ordinary wizarding certificate," George said hurriedly. "I mean, do we really need the ultimate wizard's certificate? but we don't think Mom will let us leave school too early and become the dumbest person in the world after Percy. ”

"We're not going to waste our final year here," Fred said, glancing at the foyer. "We're going to use it to do a lot of surveys, find out what the average Hogwarts student needs in the joke shop, carefully evaluate the results of the survey, and then produce products to meet the needs. ”

"But how do you raise money to open a joke shop?" asked Hermione, skeptically. "You'll need all the ingredients and ingredients – and the premise, I think ......"

Harry didn't look at the twins. His face flushed, and he didn't want his fork to fall off and bend down to pick it up.

He heard Fred say in his head, "Don't ask us questions, we won't lie to you, Hermione." Come on, George, if we get there sooner we might be able to sell a few downwind ears. ”

Harry looked up from under the table to see Fred and George walking away, each with a pile of toast.

"What does that mean?" said Hermione, looking between the three older boys. "'Don't ask us questions...... does that mean they already have some money to open a joke shop?"

"You know, I'm amazed at this," Ron said, frowning. "They bought me a dress for the summer, and I don't know where they got the money. ”

"Maybe they've made a little bit of a profit, but don't care......" said Van Lin, "Anyway, you have a new gift, don't you, Ron, maybe it's because of their love for you." ”

"Love, oh, okay......" Ron nodded.

"Wait a minute, Fanlin, are you ......?"

"I promise, I'll listen to you. Van Lin immediately said.

"Oh, maybe we can talk about the next few days. Harry blushed a little and said, "Do you think it's going to be a tough year? because of the exams?"

"Oh, yes," Ron said, "yes, isn't it? The average wizard rank exam is important, it affects the job and you can use it for everything. We have career options, the same, Bill told me. So next year you can choose which ultimate wizard level exam to take. ”

"Have you ever thought about what you would do after graduating from Hogwarts?" Harry asked the others, as they left the foyer to go to the history of magic.

"I don't know. Ron said slowly, "Unless...... Eun...... "He looked shy.

"What?" Harry asked him.

"Well, it's cool to be an Auror. Ron said in a very casual voice.

"Yes, yes. Harry said enthusiastically.

"It's a good choice, Ron, and to help Mr. Weasley, and I think Mrs. Weasley would approve of you coming to work at the Ministry of Magic. "However, it will take a while, but we still have three years to graduate." ”

"You'll be fine. What about you, Hermione?" asked Harry.

"I don't know," she said. "I think I'll probably do something worth doing. ”

"An Auror is worth doing!" said Harry.

"Yes, but it's not the only thing worth doing," Hermione said thoughtfully. "I mean, if we can continue to run the Elf Welfare Promotion Association......"

Harry and Ron tried to avoid looking at each other.

"Uh......" Van Lin was also a little speechless, but to express support or something, isn't this a basic operation?

The history of magic is often considered the most boring course by wizards.

Professor Binns, their ghost teacher, spoke breathlessly, muffledly, and drowsily. He never changed their lessons, but he also didn't stop speaking while they were taking notes, or rather watched the air sleepy.

Harry and Ron had never paid attention to the lesson, except for copying Hermione's notes before the exam, and she seemed to be able to resist Professor Binns's hypnotic voices.

Today, they endured an hour and a half of narrating the war of the giants in a deep voice. Harry spent 10 minutes in the classroom and looked at the book with his eyes on the books and realized that it would be much more interesting if the subject was taught by other teachers, and that was what Van Lin did, he would always be much better than Professor Binns, but ......

What is in Van Lin's hand?Alchemy Annotation?or a detailed explanation of the medieval magic pattern?

Oh well, actually, Harry wanted to see some of it too, but his head seemed to stop turning, and then he spent almost an hour and 20 minutes playing the game of executioners with Ron on parchment, when Hermione cast a disgusted look at them out of the corner of his eye.

"What will you become?" Hermione asked coldly as they left the classroom. "If I don't lend you my notes this year?"

"We're going to fail the average wizard rank exam," Ron said, "if you're worthy of your conscience, Hermione ......"

"That's as it should be," she said sternly. "You never even listen to him, do you?"

"I did," Ron said, "I just don't have your intelligence, your memory, and your concentration. You're smarter than we are, do you think it's a pleasure to touch us?"

"Oh, don't talk that nonsense to us. Hermione said, but when she entered the damp courtyard, she looked calmer.

A foggy drizzle was falling, so the people huddled at the edge of the yard looked blurry.

Harry, Ron, Verlin, and Hermione chose a hidden corner under the rainy balcony, opening the collar of their robes to combat the cold autumn wind, and discussing how Snape would teach them a lesson in the first lesson of the year, which they had already considered could be terrible, especially since they were involved in the Order of the Phoenix, and how many times Professor Snape had met with them anyway......

It's a terrible thing.

At this time, a man walked over.

"Hello, Harry!" it was Zhang Qiu.

She is almost always surrounded by a group of smiling girls.

Harry remembered the pain of inviting him to the Ball.

"Okay," Harry said, feeling his face redden, "at least this time you're looking like a fool." He told himself.

"How are you doing on vacation?" asked Cho tentatively.

"Yes," said Harry, trying to grin with his teeth out, though their last date was still fresh in his memory, "So, you, um, had a nice summer vacation?"

Harry's blushing look was silly, which caused the girls around him to laugh.

In fact, these words also poked at Qiu's sore spot.

The word pleasant obviously didn't apply well when Cedric left Cho, but Cho smiled reluctantly.

"It's alright, Harry, you're going to ......"

"Professor Snape's class. Harry replied honestly.

"Oh, then you guys, Professor Snape......" Autumn said halfway through before being pulled away by the girl next to her, who didn't seem to like much of Autumn and Harry's contact.

"The man has gone far, brother. Van Lin bumped Harry on the shoulder, and he had been left behind with Ron and the others since the fall.

"Ah...... Well, yes......"

"How's the conversation?" asked Van Lin.

"It's ......," Harry thought back, but now he couldn't think of anything, "It's pretty good......

"Pleasant?" Van Lin asked.

"Perhaps......" Harry replied uncertainly

Along the way, however, Harry kept reminiscing, and when they joined the long line in front of Snape's classroom, Harry couldn't help but think.

She had been Cedric's girlfriend, and she could easily have hated Harry because he had left the labyrinth of the Warriors Championship alive and Sedric had become a vampire and forced Cedric to abandon Autumn, but she spoke to him like a friend, not treating him as a madman or liar, or holding him responsible for Sedric's accident.

Yes, she did choose to go and talk to him, and for the second time in two days.

Harry was delighted to think of this.

Although the creaking sound of Snape's classroom door didn't diminish when it opened, the bubble of hope grew bigger in his chest.

"There's nothing wrong with Harry, is there?" asked Hermione in a whisper, and she saw Harry's brow furrowed and grinned again......

"Perhaps. Van Lin pursed his lips, Harry's contradiction he knew, because of Harry's involvement Cedric, but it was not Harry who was responsible, not to mention, Cedric and Cho had separated.

"Perhaps?"

"Now his mind is full of autumn, so we don't care about him, just like my mind is full of you, it's all the same truth. Van Lin whispered.

Hermione's face turned red, which made Van Lin's mood very refreshed.

Still, Snape's class was taken.

Harry followed Ron, Van Lin, and Hermione into the classroom and walked to the last table where they usually sat at the end, and Harry didn't even notice that he was sitting between Van Lin and Hermione.

This made Van Lin a little helpless, but Professor Snape's old face was there, who could ignore it?

"Sit down," Snape said coldly, and closed the door.

In fact, giving orders in class is redundant, and when the classroom hears the sound of the door closing, it falls silent and all action stops.

Snape's expression was enough to silence the classroom.

"Before today's lesson," Snape said, walked over to his podium and began to look them around, "I want to properly remind you that in June you will have an important exam to see how well you are at composition and magic potions. There are undoubtedly still fools in the class, and I expect you to barely pass a 'pass' on your ordinary wizard level exam, or choose to bear my displeasure. ”

He stared at Neville for a moment, who was trying to suppress his fear.

"When this year passes, of course, many of you will no longer learn from me," Snape continued. "I'm only going to get good students into the magic potions class for my ultimate wizard level exam, which means some of you will say goodbye. ”

His eyes stopped on Harry, and his mouth pursed. Harry glared at him, and suddenly Harry felt a sense of joy at the thought of giving up magic potions after his fifth year.

"But we still have a year to say goodbye happily, and before that time comes," Snape said softly, "whether you want to try the ultimate wizarding rank or not, I suggest you focus on this class, or ......"

Snape didn't finish his words, the professor just grimaced, and then turned around, the black cloak behind him puffed up a little, like the bat's wings.

(I don't know if you've heard of Batman, but the one with the superpower is rich.) ）

"Today we are going to mix a potion that is often taken on ordinary wizard level exams: a calming potion, a medicine that calms anxiety and eases excitement. Note: If you are too clumsy when putting the ingredients in place, the person who is drinking the medicine will fall asleep permanently, so you need to be very careful about what you are doing. ”

To Harry's left, Hermione sat up straight, indicating that she needed to concentrate. Van Lin, on the other hand, looked sideways at Hermione, then at the annotations on the blackboard.

"Materials and methods—" Snape shook his wand suddenly, "on the blackboard...... You will find everything you need......"

He shook his wand again, "in the storage cup." (The door to the locker suddenly opens)

“...... You've got half an hour, start ......"

Just as Harry had foreseen, Snape gave them harder, more boring potions.

"If it's all right, the material appears exactly in the atmospheric pot and in just enough quantities, stirs the mixture in the pan exactly, first clockwise, then counterclockwise, and when the flame is too hot, lowers it to suit the special drug before all the ingredients are added. A glowing cloud of silvery water should now rise from your atmospheric pot. Snape said slowly.

Ten minutes have passed.

Harry was sweating profusely and looked at the dungeon in despair.

His cauldron was emitting black-gray steam, while Ron's was green sparks. Seamus excitedly poked the bottom of his cauldron with his wand, as if that would set up hope.

The surface of Hermione's potion shimmered with a hazy silver vapor, and when Snape looked down from his hooked nose, there was no criticism, for he couldn't find any reason to nitpick.

Van Lin, on the other hand, had already put the potion into a bottle, which was not difficult for him.

Snape stopped in front of Harry's cauldron and looked down with a disgusting smirk.

"Potter, imagine what this would become?" Slytherin at the front of the classroom looked back eagerly, they liked to hear Snape taunt Harry.

"Elixir of Peace?" Harry said nervously.

"Tell me Harry," Snape said softly, "can you read?"