Soon, the last day of the semester arrived.

In the Gryffindor common room, the young wizards stared at the window of the Gryffindor Tower, which was dedicated to owls to enter and exit, and waited anxiously for the final exam results to be announced.

At Hogwarts, the results of each year's final exams are announced on the last day of term.

The day after the results were announced, it was time for the young wizards to take home on the Hogwarts Express.

Obviously, after getting the report card, some young wizards will have a very happy summer vacation, and some will cry bitterly and welcome the beating of their parents.

Each college distributes transcripts differently.

Professor McGonagall, the head of Gryffindor House, in order to let the young wizards experience the tension of the ordinary wizard level exam in advance, usually gives the report card to the owl to each young wizard after sorting out the results of the young wizards.

Harry was a little worried about his grades, but among the young wizards, he was actually one of the most open-minded ones.

After all, he hadn't listened to the required courses for the whole semester, and most of the homework had been coping, so he wouldn't be surprised even if he failed several subjects.

In addition, as the so-called parents, the Dursleys obviously don't care about Harry's grades in the school of witchcraft and wizardry, so unlike other young wizards who need to worry about the punishment of their parents for failing in exams, he has no other worries at all.

Compared to Harry, Ron was obviously much more nervous.

Not only was he facing Mrs. Wesley's stern eyes when he got home, but he was also worried that his younger sister Ginny, who had just arrived at Hogwarts, would laugh at him for his grades.

To relieve Ron's stress, Harry decided to distract him by chatting with him.

"Ron, what do you think of your exam this time?" He asked quietly.

"Don't mention it, I don't think I'm going to pass the history of magic." Ron covered his face and said with a pained expression, "Except for Hermione's perversion, who remembers what was written in the International Wizarding Convention of 1289......

At this, Harry nodded sympathetically.

He didn't know the content of this part at all, so he completely left the question blank on the test paper.

Now that Ron hadn't answered the question, Harry felt sorry for him, but he also felt a sense of relief.

"Don't be too nervous, Ron, at least you must do well in the other subjects, right?" Harry felt that his gloating mood was a little inappropriate, and hurriedly reassured, "I remember you went to the library with Hermione all day before the exam!"

"It's all so-so." Ron had a look of dismay, "You don't know what I did with the Expansion and Contraction Charms on the Charms exam......

"My wand is so bad, I'll have to ask my mom to buy me another wand when I get home...... Of course, the premise is that my final exam results are not too bad, otherwise it will be good to get a beating."

Harry glanced at the wand in Ron's hand, which had been taped around and nearly broken in two, and a sympathetic look appeared in his eyes. ….

"Aren't you used to this wand?" Harry asked, "When I was training at the Dueling Club, I remember you were already proficient with this broken wand?"

"I wonder what you told me...... Oh, by the way, you told me that if you can control the amount of mana, you can use this tattered wand to have a successful duel!"

Speaking of which, Harry couldn't help but admire Ron's perseverance.

I don't know if it's randomized or if it's deliberately assigned for fun, but Harry thinks it's the latter, and Professor Dracula often groups Ron and Seamus Finigan in a team.

Seamus is a demolitionist, and in his hands, any kind of spell can turn into a powerful blasting spell; Ron, on the other hand, is a self-defeating expert, and he only needs to be careless when using this broken wand

Will put a spell on himself.

But under the high pressure given by Professor Dracula in the dueling club, the two men actually developed a dueling method that suited them.

Seamus took advantage of his ability to explode with any spell, and in duel matches where his opponents were randomly assigned, those who were not familiar with him often despised his non-lethal spells, only to be disrupted by a wand that was abruptly thrown in front of his face as if carrying a powerful blasting charm.

Ron learned what Professor Dracula said about the method of controlling the amount of mana, and the spells he usually uses deliberately limit his mana output, but during the duel, he often unexpectedly increases the amount of mana, and then inverts the wand, causing a large amount of gathered mana to burst out from the tail of the wand, instantly defeating the opposite player!

In this way, these two people have formed a dueling style that is difficult for anyone to replicate, and they can be called the two wonders of the dueling club.

However, it was such a strange flower of the dueling club that overturned in the final exam of the Charms class.

"I was so nervous during the exam." Ron said sadly, "I accidentally didn't control the amount of mana I used, and a contraction charm hit me from the tail of the wand......

"Harry, you don't know how embarrassed I was at the time, the wizarding robes on my body shrunk to the point where they shrank to the size of a child's clothes, and almost suffocated me!"

"Thankfully, Professor Flitwick saw that something wasn't right and helped me resolve the spell in time. Otherwise, I'm afraid I'll be the first wizard to be strangled by my own spell during the exam......

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"Then you're really ...... Ill-fated." Harry covered his mouth, holding back his laughter, and made a sympathetic look on his face.

"By the way, Harry, do you think you'll still be able to get the first place in Defence Against the Dark Arts this time?"

Ron didn't care if Harry was smiling or not, he suddenly thought of something, and asked with great interest, "I don't know where you went by yourself before, you probably don't know, Hermione's hardest work during that time was Defence Against the Dark Arts!" ….

"Look at Hermione's unwilling look, she's afraid that you'll take the first place in Defence Against the Dark Arts again, and once again break her monopoly on all your schoolwork!"

"I'm not going to be able to get first place this time." Harry smiled wryly and shook his head, "I haven't listened to lectures much this semester."

"Have you forgotten what Professor Dracula punished me this semester? I had to fight four duels at each dueling club before I could leave...... It's all a consequence of my distraction in class."

"Really, your spirit really isn't quite right this semester, whether it's in class or in a Quidditch match." Ron pinched his chin and said, "But didn't you finally get completely adjusted?"

"I remember the game before the exam, and it took you five minutes to catch the Golden Snitch! You didn't see Malfoy's expression at that time, it was like eating a fly!"

Ron clutched his stomach and laughed.

Thinking of Malfoy's funny expression at that time, Ron was not nervous at all, but Harry became a little lonely.

"But I figured it out too late...... Harry sighed, "Gryffindor had a good chance of winning a second title this year, but because of my performance, I didn't even make it to the final."

"Don't blame yourself too much, Harry, everyone has moments when they're not in shape." Ron was now reassuring Harry in turn, "And the Quidditch Cup ended up being won by Hufflepuff, so it's not unacceptable to us. As long as it's not a Slytherin!"

"I really didn't expect even Hufflepuff people who are usually only interested in food to fight so hard for the House Cup."

"After winning the Quidditch Cup, Hufflepuff scored a little bit more than Slytherin House for a short time, and then those little badgers went crazy

, in the face of Snape's targeted deductions, desperately trying to earn points......

"Really, it feels like Snape didn't deduct Gryffindor's points in those days, and he picked Hufflepuff to deduct points, but in the end, it still didn't make as much as they did...... Haha, I just let Professor Sprout get the House Cup that she hasn't touched in a long time!"

"Indeed." Harry nodded approvingly, "I didn't know that Hufflepuff people were so good before."

In fact, Hufflepuff is a grossly underrated college.

Normally, the Hufflepuff wizards are more Buddhist, and they don't pay much attention to the honor of the House Cup, and they don't fight for it.

Coupled with the fact that the Hufflepuff common room is close to the Hogwarts kitchens, the badgers would go to the kitchen from time to time to add food, so the proud purebloods of Slytherin often looked down on the people of the house, thinking that they were all rice buckets.

But when the day came, the Hufflepuff wizards saw their chance to win the House Cup, and the largest of the four houses finally showed their fangs.

The large number of Hufflepuff wizards worked hard to add points to the house in every way, and even after the semester was over, they still did not miss any chance to give extra points, even knocking on the office doors of various professors to volunteer for the professors. ….

Of course, there's also a credit to our Defence Against the Dark Arts professor.

Dracula was so pleased to see Snape deflated that he summoned a large group of Hufflepuff wizards who had come to volunteer and asked them to sort out Riddle's corrected test papers for him, fill them out on a piece of parchment and send them to Professor McGonagall, who would produce the final version of the transcript.

After doing this uncomplicated work, Dracula was very generous to add ten points to each of the young wizards who came to work, and at once made up for the points that Snap had worked so hard to pick all day.

In the end, with Dracula's happy attitude and the performance of several other deans, Sprout led Hufflepuff to a rather rare House Cup after many years!

"Harry, do you remember that when Snape shook hands with Professor Sprout in celebration, the look of embarrassment almost made me laugh to death!" Ron laughed excitedly.

Harry laughed happily as he reflected on Snape's expression at the final dinner.

At that moment, the sound of flapping wings came from the window high up in the Gryffindor Tower.

Harry and Ron's playful expressions instantly calmed down as if they had been poured a basin of cold water, and they looked up reluctantly.

Several Hogwarts Castle owls, each carrying a thick stack of parchment, flew into the Gryffindor common room from their high windows, tossing the report cards that the little wizards expected and hated on the fireplace in the common room.

"Why can't you just light the fireplace in the summer? Maybe there's a chance to burn these damn report cards on fire." Ron complained secretly.

However, no one cared about what Ron said at this time, and all the young wizards' eyes were focused on the stacks of parchment, and there were various emotions in their eyes, such as anticipation, longing, hatred, cringe, and avoidance.

Percy, as the prefect of Gryffindor, volunteered to untie the parchment rope for the young wizards, and handed out the report cards to each of the corresponding young wizards.

Hermione pounced early, snatching her report card with a quick snap.

She unfolded the delicate parchment and nervously glanced at her results, revealing a satisfied look at the entire row of "O's (Outstanding)".

But when she proudly moved her gaze to the remarks at the back of a subject's grades, the look of satisfaction on her face immediately collapsed.

"What's wrong with you, Hermione?" Ron didn't know when he got next to Hermione and asked curiously, "I think you're about to cry, what's going on?"

He glanced at the long row of "O's" on Hermione's report card and raised an eyebrow, "Isn't that nice?" It's all excellent

Show!"

Hermione, however, didn't appreciate it at all, glared at him fiercely, put away her report card, and went back to her dorm in a huff.

"What's wrong with Hermione?" Harry also walked over at this time, and asked Ron a little puzzled, "Did you fail the exam?" It's not like her."

"But I think she did very well in the exam, and every subject is followed by 'O,'." Ron scratched his head, "It can't be that you did too well in the exam, and there is no freshness...... right....

At this, he was suddenly stunned for a moment, and then gasped.

"Wait, I probably know why Hermione was upset!" Ron said loudly and patted Harry on the shoulder, "Quick, Harry, get your report card!"

Harry was stunned, then understood what Ron had in mind.

"It can't be, can it?" His mouth opened wide in disbelief.

Just as the two of them thought of this too whimsical possibility, Percy approached with two pieces of parchment.

"Harry, Ron, your transcripts." He handed over two pieces of parchment.

Without even bothering to look at his grades, Ron snatched Harry's transcript and pointed his fingers down the row of grades, and finally stopped behind the subject of Defence Against the Dark Arts-

Defence Against the Dark Arts: O (Note: 1st place in grade)

Although there is no grading system, the top grades at Hogwarts are often marked with a special position, which gives young wizards the motivation to compete for the top few places.

"Harry, you've really got the first place again!" Ron jumped to his feet, "I knew you could!"

Even if he had guessed part of it from Hermione's performance, Harry's eyes widened when he really learned about his results.

"I...... I'm not dreaming, am I?" He asked incredulously.

Ron immediately slapped Harry on the shoulder, "Do you still think it's a dream?"

"Shhh...... It's not a dream, but you're too heavy." Harry grinned as he rubbed his sore shoulder, grumbling.

Aside from the Defence Against the Dark Arts surprise, Harry and Ron also passed all the other exams, but most of them had just passed the "A(aeptable)" passing line.

The two little wizards who thought they would fail were quite satisfied with this.

Harry was finally relieved, knowing that the last few days of Ryddle's assistant for a surprise attack would still be of great use.

To Harry's surprise, he had passed Snape's Potions exam.

Potions is not something that can be successfully learned in a day or two of surprise preparation, and if Harry doesn't pay attention to this class like any other subject, coupled with Snape's hatred, I'm afraid he won't be able to say that he can't afford to fail the course.

Luckily, because Snape had to pick on Harry in every class, he couldn't get distracted in Potions class like he did in other classes.

Even so, Harry suspected that Dumbledore had intervened and forbade Snape to get along with him.

This semester, Snape's attitude towards Harry was rather frightening-

Every time Snape saw Harry, a muscle around his thin lips writhed unpleasantly, and he kept flexing his fingers as if he wanted to choke Harry's throat.

As everyone knows, Snape can be said to be well aware of Harry's absence this semester.

More than ten years ago, Harry's father, James Potter, looked at Lily Yin Vance with the same expression as Harry during this time, and Harry's performance reminded Snape of his lost youth and beloved..........

So he was even more tired of Harry, who looked exactly like James Potter everywhere except his eyes.

……

In the blink of an eye, it was time to take the Hogwarts Express home.

Harry, Ron, Hermione, Fred, George, and Ginny occupy a compartment on their own, and they make the most of the last hours of magic allowed before the holidays, playing "Crackling Explosion" wizarding cards, setting off Fred and George's last few fireworks, and practicing using magic to disarm each other's weapons.

By now, none of the young wizards in the room had been more skilled with Harry's Disarming Charm.

"Sometimes I really don't understand how you practice the Disarming Charm." Depressed, George took his wand from Harry, feeling like he had lived two years older than him.

"George, Harry was already letting you!" Ginny looked at Harry's every movement and expression, and said with a smile, "You don't know, Harry's disarming charm is as powerful as the Dark Arts!"

"This ...... Liar, huh?" George turned his head to look at Ginny, "Ginny, I know you've admired Harry since you were a child, but you can't worship it blindly."

Ginny didn't say anything more, just glanced at Harry and smiled knowingly.

The two young wizards subconsciously recalled the situation they had faced with the huge fire dragon in the ruins left behind by Slytherin.

Harry stood in front of Ginny without hesitation, repelling the dragon's attack with a disarming spell as powerful as black magic...... The power of that disarming spell was far greater than the spell used on George when he practiced in the carriage this time!

Amid laughter, the Hogwarts Express slowed down and finally stopped at King's Cross Station.

Before he was about to get out of the car, Harry seemed to suddenly remember something, and pulled his quill and a piece of parchment from his suitcase.

"Here's the phone number." He said to the crowd as he scribbled the numbers twice, then tore the parchment in two and handed it to Hermione and Ginny.

"Ginny, last summer, I told your dad how to use the phone, and he'll understand. Call me at Dursley's house, okay? I couldn't stand talking to Dudley for two months......

"If your aunt and uncle had heard of the end-of-semester bravery," said Ginny, as they got off the train, joined the crowd, and walked slowly toward the enchanted wall, "I'd be proud of you, wouldn't I?"

"Pride?" Harry pursed his lips, "Are you in the lake?" If they heard that I almost died in the mouth of the fire dragon, but I escaped again, they would be angry......

"What are the two of them talking about?" Ron looked at Hermione beside him with a look of disarray, "Why don't I seem to understand, what bravery, what a fire dragon, what kind of escape......

"I didn't understand either." Hermione frowned, then turned to look at Ginny, "Ginny, what were you two just talking about?"

"There's nothing left!" Ginny grimaced at Hermione, "Just think we're talking about some fairy tale plots!"

Together, they then passed through the entrance to Platform Nine and Three-Quarters and returned to the Muggle world.

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