Soaring at Hogwarts

In June, the scorching sun was in the sky, and the final exam came as scheduled.

In the large, dull classroom, students gathered together and answered questions with quills that had been cast with anti-cheating spells.

In the practical exam, the Charms class made Pineapple tap dance across the desk, and Ian even made Pineapple do two backflips, which won the applause of Professor Flitwick.

Professor McGonagall watched as they turned a mouse into a snuff box - the fancier the box, the higher the score.Ian conjured up a crystal snuff bottle with a map of thousands of miles of mountains and rivers engraved inside.

As for Potions, the test is on the potion of oblivion.To be honest, with Snape standing behind him, many young wizards can forget a lot of things without using the forgetting potion.

The last subject was History of Magic. When the ghost of Professor Binns asked them to put down their quills and roll up the parchment on which they had answered the questions, the little wizards couldn't help but cheer.

"It seems that Professor Binns thinks it's significant who invented the automatic stirring crucible, doesn't it?" Hermione said happily.

"Yes, yes." Thanks to Hermione's urging, Ian reviewed this part again, "Thanks to you, Hermione."

"It's much easier than I originally thought," Hermione continued as if she was encouraged. "I actually don't need to remember the 'Werewolf Code of Conduct of [-]' and the history of the elf rebellion."

Hermione always liked going over exams after they were over, but Ron said it made him feel sick.

They slowly came to the lake and sat under the tree.

The big squid was still basking in the sun, and when it sensed Harry and the others coming over, it gently stretched out a tentacle, waved it gently, and sent over a stone with beautiful textures wrapped around water plants.

"It seems to be apologizing to you, Harry." Ian looked at this scene with interest.

"Uh..." Harry hesitantly accepted the stone, which was bigger than his palm. "It's okay. It's not your fault. I don't blame you."

The giant squid looks happy as it swims in circles in the water.

"Actually, he's a pretty kind-hearted guy, right," Ron sighed. "I can't believe that before I went to school, I was still thinking about what magic spell I should use to deal with it."

"What spell should I use?" Hermione asked.

"The Spell, the Spell is 'Help'." Ron said a cold joke.

From the side, the Weasley twins and Lee Jordan came over.

"Cool, Harry, I didn't expect your name to have spread across the Great Lakes." Fred whistled, "What is it, can you show me?"

Harry handed the stone over and said with a smile, "That's enough, Fred."

Ever since word spread about their adventures, the two brothers kept teasing them.

"By the way, training will resume tomorrow, remember," George said, "This is the last game, against Ravenclaw, and we must win this game."

The game was placed after the exam, and Wood insisted that the team's training continue until three days before the exam.And since Harry was absent from work for a week, the training intensity before the exam was actually doubled.

No wonder he worked so hard, this was not only the closest Gryffindor had come to the Quidditch Cup, but also the closest it had come to breaking Slytherin's monopoly on the House Cup.

The previous adventures of Samantha and the trio have added a lot of points to Gryffindor. If they win the last game - it doesn't even have to be a win, it just doesn't have to be too big - the Quidditch Cup. It can also add 150 points to them. With this, they can surpass Slytherin.

"Everyone can't wait," Jordan said excitedly, tossing his hair. "Come on, guys."

"I'll cheer for you." Ian looked at them with a little envy.

The performance of the Hufflepuff team was not so satisfactory. The loss to Gryffindor can be recorded in school history as a loser.While he was in the hospital, he also lost the match against Slytherin, which made Malfoy very happy, as if he was angry.

It was hard to find anything about Malfoy that could disgust Ian.Usually when the little badger and the little snake meet, they usually take Charms and Transfiguration classes together, but Malfoy doesn't dare to be presumptuous in front of Professor McGonagall and Professor Flitwick.

But on the day of the game, Ian missed the appointment.

He was caught in the classroom by Professor Gilani, doing experiments and writing papers.

"Jilani, at least open the window and let me hear the situation." Ian requested while sliding his quill absentmindedly.

The window clicked open.

"...Okay, Gryffindor Chaser Samantha has the ball! Samantha's charm is enough to make the Quaffle chase her instead of...Sorry, Professor, I was just kidding..."

Professor McGonagall's roar could be heard vaguely in the wind. She yelled at Jordan much more today than in previous games. Maybe it was because Jordan was too excited, or maybe because she was in the same mood.

The game was intense and Harry didn't end the game as quickly as before, but Gryffindor's morale was high and they kept the lead.

By the time Ian wrote the last punctuation mark of the first paragraph of the third part, the game was over.

Gryffindor won the match.

The outside was boiling, Ian could feel it, and the whole Hogwarts shook slightly with the cheers.

"That's great. It's a good day today."

Ian turned to Gilani and hummed the tune "Everything you dream of can come true."

"I haven't watched a Quidditch game for a long time, and I was a fanatic for a while before," Gilani said with some nostalgia. "I liked it very much when I was a child. At that time, the game was still using the Snitch. The Golden Snitch replaced it only later. .”

The Golden Flying Man is an extremely fast flying bird that can change its flight direction with incredible speed and skill.

"Wow, then you have witnessed the development of the 'Quidditch' game. That's great." Ian lowered his head and began to write the fourth part. "This is much more meaningful than the evolution of a crucible into an automatic stirring crucible."

Gilani laughed twice.

"So now that you don't watch Quidditch, what do you rely on for entertainment?" Ian asked as he wrote, "Bowling...ah, I mean the ten-pin bowling game?"

"That's what Albus liked, and then I liked opera."

"Opera? What do you like? Turandot?"

"Turandot? It's very exotic. But my favorite is The Marriage of Figaro," Gilani said with a smile, "Do you like Turandot?"

"Ah, so so," Ian replied, "My parents sometimes go to the opera, so I know a little bit about it.

I'll see when the China Peking Opera Company comes to perform. Then I'll invite you to watch authentic Chinese operas, not the 'exotic' ones imagined by the West. "

"I'm looking forward to it." Gilani said with a smile, "I remember it was two tickets, and my wife."

"Huh? You still have a wife?" Ian stopped writing, "I don't even know about it yet?"

Gilani hummed proudly.

After finishing the first draft of the paper, Ian left the alchemy classroom.

He planned to visit the Gryffindor common room and congratulate his friends.

On the way, I met Professor Dumbledore. He was in a good mood and seemed to be preparing for an adventure in the garbage dump in the Room of Requirement.

"Good afternoon, Ian, why didn't I see you on the pitch?"

"Professor Gilani." Ian sighed.

"I understand," Dumbledore said sympathetically, "Forgive him. After the French team made more than 300 violations and lost in the international final, he was so angry that he didn't eat for three days."