Hogwarts Card Drawer

"Look, everyone thinks you have the strength comparable to mysterious people." Draco said triumphantly, as if the people around him were praising them.

"So what?" Cronos said disapprovingly, "the eyes of the masses are all blinded."

"The crux of the problem is," Cronos put down the cutlery in his hand and said in a low voice, "We don't know if he believed this."

"Actually, we don't know whether we should believe this or not. I mean these students." Daphne immediately explained after noticing Cronos's expression.

"After all, not everyone can see mysterious people, and most of them believe in their parents. And their parents were blinded by the Ministry of Magic and the Daily Prophet." Daphne gave her reasons for worry.

"So I said that the eyes of the masses are blinded, and the truth is often only in the hands of a few." Cronos dissatisfied with cutting the steak with the knife in his hand.

When they returned to the Gryffindor Tower along the empty corridor, rain water hit the windowpanes. Cronos felt like a week had passed from this day, and he still had a lot of homework to do before going to bed. He felt a slight pain in his right eye and glanced at the dark playground behind the rain-washed window.

The common room is almost empty, and most people still have dinner downstairs. Cronos stared at the flames, he was extremely tired of the future of the wizarding world, and all his energy was exhausted.

"What should we write first?" Draco tugged through his schoolbag, searching for something. "Dumbledore is also really confused. He actually found such a woman to teach us. And it's still the year we took the O.W.L. exam."

"We have never had a decent Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher." Daphne said, "You know this is like the legend we heard outside. No one wants this job. They say it is unlucky."

"I think..." As soon as Chronos spoke, Draco and Daphne looked at him together. "I should still write the paper that Professor Snape assigned to me first.

Cronos brought his schoolbag from the corner and returned to the chair by the fire. At this time, the classmates came back after dinner one after another, and they greeted Cronos one by one.

"So, I'll do Snape's homework first?" Draco said, and put his quill into the ink bottle. "These things... about moonstone... its role... in the making of each potion." He muttered, and wrote what he said from the top of the parchment.

"Here," he underlined the title, then looked at Cronos expectantly. "So, what is the composition of moonstone and how to use it when making potions?"

But Cronos pretended to be blind, and turned his head over, hoping that Draco could dispel the hope of relying on himself.

"Okay!" Draco curled his lips helplessly, "Let me observe after you finish writing."

….….….…. Chronos’s forehead is just like in anime, with a black line on one end.

The dawn of the next day was as dull and rainy as the day before. Those familiar faces were still at the breakfast table.

In the morning of the second day, there were two curse classes and a **** change class. Professor Fei Liwei and Professor McGonagall both explained to the students the importance of the ordinary wizard rank exam in the first 15 minutes of their class.

"You must remember," Professor Fei Liwei, standing on a pile of books, looking over the top of the table, shrieked as usual, "These exams will affect your future for many years! If you haven't considered carefully Your profession, now is the time to do that. At the same time, I think we will work harder than ever before, so that we can be worthy of yourselves."

Then they spent an hour practicing the summoning spell, because Professor Fei Liwei was obliged to get a good score in their ordinary wizard rank exam, so he assigned the most spell homework ever before leaving.

If there is anything worse than this, it must be the transformation class that Cronos is not good at.

"Without rigorous application, practice, and learning, you can't pass the ordinary wizard rank exam," Professor McGonagall said sternly. "If you spend enough time studying, I think everyone in the class has no reason to fail the ordinary wizard. grade test."

Neville made a sad, suspicious voice, "Yes, so are you, Longbottom," said Professor McGonagall. "Apart from lack of confidence, there is nothing wrong with your homework."

"And you, Mr. Slughorn, if you can't put more effort into the transformation class, I am afraid that you will fail in your near-perfect grade." Professor McGonagall did not forget another poor student. , Cronos.

In fact, Cronos's grades in the transformation course are not bad, but compared with other grades, it is far worse. Chronos’s potions, spells, and astronomy classes are almost full marks.

"Therefore, we will start practicing vanishing spells today. They are simpler than magic spells. This is usually encountered in the ultimate wizard stage, but they are still among the most difficult spells in your average wizard level exam."

She was right, Chronos found the Vanishing Curse really difficult. It took twice as long, and he and Draco did not let the snail used for practice disappear, although Draco hoped that his snail seemed to fade.

However, Hermione succeeded in making the snail disappear in the third practice. Professor McGonagall added Gryffindor 10 points for this. Hermione was the only one who had not been assigned homework. Professor McGonagall asked the other students to practice the spell all night, preparing to continue practicing the disappearance spell with the snail in the following afternoon.

The weather became cooler and the breeze was light. They walked across the lawn to Hagrid's hut next to the forbidden forest, feeling sporadic rain falling on their faces.

Professor Grapland was waiting for the students at the front door of Hagrid's hut, with many twigs on the long table in front of him.

This is the only class that Slytherin can take with Gryffindor classmates today. In contrast to the single figure of Harry's trio, Cronos was surrounded by a large group of Slytherins behind him no matter where he went.

"Is everyone here?" Grapland called, and when Slytherin and Gryffindor arrived, "Let's get started. Who can tell me what these things are?"

Cronos saw the twigs on the table suddenly jump into the air, revealing their true colors, each of them resembling wood elves, each with brown, lumpy legs and arms. Each hand has two branch-like eyes, and each flat, bark-like funny face has two round brown eyes gleaming.